Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2004 01:10:26 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: You Lost The Bet --Chapter Twelve

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You Lost The Bet - Chapter Twelve
By R. A. Swain


	Damn, I love a good bet or dare. I have since I was a teenager. I'm
John O'Shannon, by the way. I've been a player of sorts since I was about
sixteen, and enjoyed making bets with my buddies on the outcome of
different games and such, but it really became an obsession for me once my
kid brother lost a bet to me when he was about eighteen and I was about
nineteen.

	P.J., my kid brother, accepted a bet one night on a NCAA
game. Loser had to take the garbage out to the curb naked. Well, I won the
bet and made him strip right there in our den. P.J. was a little shy, and I
could see why. My little bro had popped a boner. I really got into the bet
when I saw him naked with a woodie in front of me. He was so funny standing
there trying to hide it, begging me not to make him take the trash out that
way. Being the big brother I am, I told him he made the bet and had to pay
up on it. I made him take the trash bag out to the curb, carrying it over
his head.

	P.J. did as he said he would, but he didn't lose the hard-on the
entire time. After that night he was obsessed with seeing me naked with a
hard-on. In fact, it became a standard bet between us for about six weeks
until I finally lost a bet to him. Until that time I got to see him run
around our backyard naked with wood, made him hangout for a couple hours in
the den naked and hard, and several bets with him running around other
places outside. The best parts were, the first time he lost to me he got
hard without having played with himself in front of me, but after that
first bet he had to play with himself to get a hard-on.

	Now seeing my little brother naked and hard was one thing, but
actually seeing him standing in front of me stroking his cock to get it
hard was another. It was a great to control my little bro, but that was
nothing compared to the feeling of vulnerability when I finally lost a bet
to him.

	I'd lost bets to a bunch of my buddies over the course of time,
getting naked, even beating off in front of them, but the first time naked
in front of my little bro was wild. It was a bet on a game we were playing
in our backyard in the pool one afternoon while everyone was out. Just the
two of us horsing around, and we decided to have a race, three laps across
the pool and back. P.J. decided the loser had to get naked for the next
hour, and have a hard-on.

	Me, figuring he would lose again, readily agreed and added the
stipulation that loser would stand on the diving board, strip off his swim
suit and stroke his cock to full erection, then do a lap backstroking
before hanging out for the next hour naked.

	Damned if I didn't lose the race. Now I'd enjoyed seeing P.J.'s
long thin cock naked and hard for five dares, and finally he was going to
see my thick naked cock on display. I stood on the diving board for at
least a full minute before I managed to strip off my baggy swimsuit in
front of him. Suddenly I felt a real thrill, a sense of exhilaration at
being naked in front of my clothed brother. I stood there displaying my
body for his viewing pleasure and then he reminded me of the second part of
the dare, getting myself fully hard in front of him.

	I don't know why I felt nervous, but for some reason the thought of
touching myself, playing with myself in front of my kid brother was nerve
wracking and exciting. I felt butterflies in my stomach the first time
P.J. ordered me to get it up as we had agreed to in the bet. I remember
slowly stroking my shaft, squeezing it, tugging on it, and pinching the tip
until it was growing in my fist.

	I kept pumping my cock, playing with it like I did at least once a
day when I was alone, putting on a real show for P.J. I guess I felt a
competitive desire to put on a better show for him than I'd gotten from him
on the occasions when he was stroking himself in front of me. I doubt I was
as good as he was, but I found myself really getting into exposing myself
in front of him. I really enjoyed the whole concept of having lost a bet to
him.

	I felt slightly humiliated, but also excited at being naked while
he was clothed. After that moment I was really hooked on naked bets and
dares and have been all my life. The bets I seem to enjoy the most are ones
where I'm naked and someone else isn't. I remember one of the first jobs I
had was in a plumbing supply warehouse. It was me and one other guy in the
warehouse part, and three salesmen up front working the phones. They would
sell the stuff and we would fill the orders and get them ready for
shipping.

	My co-worker was about twenty-two, and the salesmen were all in
their mid-thirties. I was the new guy on the block, and Ted, my warehouse
co-worker guided me through the first few days with ease. After a few days
the routine settled in and I was just another guy in the place. On Friday
at lunch Ted asked if I wanted to join in on a poker game he and the
salesmen played every Friday.

	"Sure." I was up for a little poker. I followed Ted to the loading
dock where we ate, and the three salesmen, Ralph, Dean and Kip were already
there.

	"So, is the kid gonna join us?" Dean asked.

	I didn't like being called a kid, but since I was the youngest guy
there it was appropriate. "Yeah, I can afford to settle in for a few
hands."

	Kip smirked. "Ted, didn't you fill him in?"

	"Nah, I figured he was cool, so I'd spring it on him."

	"Spring what on me?"

	All the guys laughed. "We don't play for money," Ralph, the oldest
of the guys at 38, explained.

	"What do you play for?"

	"Dares," Kip answered.

	"We usually start out for clothing and then go for dares if anyone
gets naked," Dean said. "Are you still up for it?"

	I shrugged. "How bad could it get?"

	Kip smirked. "Ted, tell him."

	"A few weeks ago I had to help unload a delivery wearing only my
boxers."

	The thought of Ted wearing only his boxers got me interested. Ted
was tall, lanky, lean, and had a hairy chest. Or at least hairy enough
gathering from what I'd seen when he was wearing a T-shirt on Tuesday. Now
the salesmen were always in shirts and ties, and I couldn't tell much about
them. Ralph was slightly on the heavier side, but not overweight, with dark
hair and blue eyes. Kip had brown hair, was shorter than myself, at about
five foot seven, and had a swimmer's build. Dean was a mystery. He wore
baggy looking clothing, so I couldn't guess at his body type really. Just
average I figured.

	"Yeah, and I spent an afternoon working naked one day," Dean added.

	"Tell him the rest," Kip prompted.

	Dean glanced down at the ground. "I had to keep myself hard the
entire afternoon without cumming until five o'clock."

	Now my interest was really peaked. "I thought you guys were all
married."

	"I'm not," Ted said. "But the rest of us are. What has marriage got
to do with it?"

	I guess was young and na^Ėve. "Nothing, I guess. I'm just getting
the impression you guys play for some high stakes like jerking off. I just
thought." I let my voice trail off.

	Ralph laughed and spoke first. "You thought once a guy was married
he didn't have to jerk off or maybe didn't want to any more, am I right?"

	I nodded.

	"Well kid, marriage doesn't mean you're dead. In fact, I think I
jerk off more since I got married than before I was married."

	"Let's play some cards," Ted said.

	We continued talking while playing, and I soon realized two
things. One was that marriage didn't stop guys from being guys, and two was
that I sucked at poker. I was down to my boxers before most of the other
guys lost their shirts.

	"Looks like John is getting close to being naked," Kip chided. He
was still wearing his slacks and whatever he had on under them. His chest
was smooth and very well defined. He was evenly tanned and with his reddish
brown hair he was very hot looking.

	"Yeah, well, I've still got `em." I said adjusting my position and
looking out at the filed behind the warehouse.

	"What the matter, kid?" Ralph asked.

	He was also shirtless, and although a bit chunky his hairy chest
and meaty pecs made him definite daddy material in my mind. "Nothing," I
answered. "I just wondered if anyone could see us back here?"

	"Nope," Dean answered. "They probably won't even notice if you
walked around the front of the building dressed like you are right now."
Dean still had his shirt on, and had only lost his shoes and socks.

	I lucked out in the next hand and Ralph lost. Now I got to see him
strip off his slacks and reveal dark blue briefs. He had a good tent going
in them, so I guessed at how well he was hung. The following hand finally
saw Dean lose his shirt. Dean had a very compact body, more so than I
would've thought. The best part was a thin treasure trail running down the
center of his chest and disappearing in his slacks.

	Lunch hour was over. I shrugged and reached for my clothes when Ted
stopped me. "Nope. Part of the game is that you don't get dressed again
until the end of the day."

	"You mean I've got to work in just my boxers for the rest of the
day?"

	"We all work dressed as we are for the rest of the day. If the
games go faster, we sometimes do a dare such as Dean described. One more
thing I didn't mention. The over all loser of the day does a five o'clock
dare." Ted told me.
	"What's a five o'clock dare?"

	"Well today, since you and Ralph are tied, you'll both draw a dare
from a jar we keep in the office. You'll do the dares in front of us," Kip
said.

	I worked the afternoon in the back warehouse, filling orders,
feeling slightly embarrassed to be working wearing only my boxers and
sneakers. Even thought Ted was the only one around to see me, and he was
shirtless, it was still embarrassing. The orders were filled and ready for
the shipping on Monday, and by five o'clock I was okay with working in only
my boxers.

	I went into the office with Ted at five o'clock. Ralph was still
wearing only his briefs, and Dean and Kip were both shirtless. "So, are you
ready for the dare?" Kip asked.

	"I guess so. How bad can they get?"

	Kip smiled again. "Man, the rules of the dare are simple. The dares
written on the papers in the jar here," he held up a glass jar filled with
slips of paper, "are all things that can be done in the office, or on the
grounds of the building. If you are uncomfortable with a dare for sexual
reasons or other reasons just say so and pick another dare."

	"Since John is new here, and Ralph also lost, I think we should let
Ralph go first to show John how it's done," Dean said.

	Ralph shrugged. "Bring it on." He reached into the jar and withdrew
a slip of paper. He read it and snickered to himself. "Okay, here it is. Go
to whoever has the least amount of clothing aside from yourself, and help
him out of the rest of his clothing using only your mouth to remove his
clothes. Once he's naked, lick his balls for three minutes."

	"All right!" Ted said. "We get to see a little oral action from ol'
Ralph today."

	I just stood looking around, thinking these guys were joking, until
I saw Ralph, this 38 year-old father of two, kneeling in front of me and
felt his five o'clock shadow rubbing against my stomach as he attempted to
take the waistband of my boxers in his teeth. It took several tries before
he managed to get a grip on them and started to pull them down. His rough
cheek rubbed against the shaft of my cock as he slid his face down my body
until my boxers slipped down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and
prepared for the next part of his dare.

	"What don't you sit down for this?" Ted suggested rolling a chair
up behind me.

	I fell back into the chair and sat with my legs spread. My cock was
already hard, but I didn't try to hide it. Instead I just watched Ralph
lower his head until his mouth was pressed against my low hanging balls. I
couldn't believe this married guy was licking my 19 year-old balls and
really getting into it. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling until
I heard Kip call the time.

	I opened my eyes and saw Ted, Kip and Dean all standing there with
their cocks out of their pants, stroking themselves. "So this becomes a
circle jerk every Friday?" I asked.

	"Sometimes more," Dean said. "You're turn at the dare jar."

	I reached in a grabbed a slip of paper. "Give a lap dance to each
of the other guys, and let them touch any exposed part of your body they
want to, anyway they want to." I read the dare, and reread it.

	"Me first," Dean called out. "Since I've got the most clothing on."

	"Yeah, but your cock is hanging out," I said.

	Dean smiled. "All the better for you to get me off."

	So that was the deal, I thought. I walked to the radio, turned it
on and found a jazz station. Next I began swaying my body, like I imagined
a stripper would do, and slowly spread my legs so I could straddle Dean's
lap. Feeling his rigid cock rub against mine was hot. I felt his hands on
my chest, and watched as he tweaked my nipples and roughly ran his hands
over my stomach to my cock. He fisted both his cock and mine, squeezing
them together and jerked on us for a moment before letting go, and pulling
my face down to his. He kept thrusting his cock against my body, against my
cock, and then he pulled my mouth to his and kissed me roughly, exploring
my mouth with his tongue.

	While I hadn't figured these guys for this kind of sex scene, I was
more than turned on by it. Albeit, I was nineteen and they were in their
thirties, but the whole sex thing really gave me a charge. What was
supposed to be separate lap dances, actually turned more into an orgy, with
Ralph coming up behind me and groping me, and then rubbing his cock against
my back. I felt Kip and Ted complete the sandwich and knew this was gonna
be a hot job I would always remember.

	Thinking about my first job made life easier sometimes. I refocused
on the computer screen and looked across the cubical to my cubical partner,
Les. He was playing solitaire again, as usual. My computer beeped, and I
saw an interoffice message open up.

	Hey John, up for a game?

	I looked at the sender. Reddog3.

	That was Dave in accounting. I knew what he meant. Yeah, I typed
back. Les is in the cubical with me.

	Cool. Pull your fly down.

	I did as dared, looking over my shoulder to make sure Les didn't
notice. Then typed back, mission accomplished. Now you, unbutton your shirt
and open your fly.

	The screen flickered and the message changed. Done and done. Now
meet me in the men's room on the third floor. Last stall, your cock hanging
out of your fly. In fact, hang your cock out before you enter the men's
room.

	I smiled to myself and clicked off the instant message. I stood up,
cleared my throat and told Les I was going to take a leak. He never looked
up from his game, just nodded and saluted as he always does. I hurried down
to the elevator bank, and took the elevator down two floors to the men's
room near accounting. I glanced both ways before reaching into my open fly
and pulling my cock out. As I opened the door I got a rush of excitement as
I wondered if anyone would be standing in the room when I entered.

	I got to the last stall and opened the door. Dave was standing
there, his cock out of his pants, his shirt opened, revealing his red furry
chest, and his fist slowly pumping his shaft. "About time you go here. Now
suck me."

	I moved around and sat down, pulling Dave's cock to my lips, and
taking it in as far and as fast as I could. I felt the hardness of his
shaft sliding in and out of my mouth as he fucked my face. This was what I
liked about working corporate. This and the fact Dave always smelled like
Old Spice. I guess he splashed it on his whole body, because he smelled
sweet of it, and his cock had a slight alcohol flavor to it. He pumped
faster and I knew he was getting close. He pulled out of my mouth and
turned around, grabbing his cock and shooting his load against the
wall. Spurt after spurt hit the tile, and ran down to the floor.

	"Oh man, that was hot. Now you." He switched positions with me, and
I pumped my cock into his mouth, feeling his red goatee rubbing against my
shaft. It tickled and scratched at the same time. I thrust and looked down
at my cock disappearing into Dave's mouth. Thrust after thrust; until I was
too close to hold out.

	I pulled out, and Dave leaned back pulling his shirt open
further. "Shot on my chest, man." I pumped my fist up and down my shaft a
few times and watched my cum shoot out and land on the red hair of his
chest. Five spurts later I was spent. Dave was rubbing my cum into his
chest hair, and buttoning his shirt up. "Man, wanna meet at the gym after
work?"

	"You're on, only if we can get each other off in the steam room
again," I answered.


End Chapter 12


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