Date: Thu, 29 Apr 2004 23:17:59 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 14

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You Lost The Bet - Chapter 14

R. A. Swain

	The first time I lost a bet to my brother, John, in which I had to
actually play with myself to get hard, was a real turn on. I hadn't known I
would get that excited showing myself off that way. Part of the thrill was
the fact I was doing it in front of my brother. Interestingly enough, the
first time I got to watch John playing with his cock for my amusement I
became equally as excited.

	Having both voyeuristic and exhibitionistic tendencies really
heightens my enjoyment of bets and dares involving nudity, because for me
it's a win-win situation. Add to that the thrill of the gamble on a bet and
I'm almost over the edge with excitement.

	When you factor in the guys with whom I play with the most, my
brother and my two cousins, and the guys I've worked with and occasionally
played with, and occasional strangers up for a game every now and again,
you get one terminally horny guy. My enjoyment occasionally becomes
overpowering. It's an aphrodisiac like no other. When I get to the point
where I'm so turned on that anyone suggesting a bet or dare or game
involving nudity will get me to do anything, that is my ultimate risk level
and ultimate high.

	Yes, getting off on strip games, bets and dares is an
addiction. Hi, I'm P.J., and I'm a strip-game-o-holic. To this end I've
even hooked up with total strangers via the Internet for an afternoon of
fun.

	"Are you in or out?" Tom asked.

	Tom was a 33 year-old married father of two, Wall Street
stockbroker. He was sitting to my right at a table in a room at a local
Motel 6. His brown eyes sparkled as he asked me the question.

	I nodded to him, and tossed a couple of chips in the center of the
table. Looking around I surveyed the other men at the table. There was
Richie, a blonde 20 year-old slim college student with a surfer look and
jeans hanging low on his waist revealing a white CK waistband. Next to him
was Joe, a mid-twentysomething mechanic with black hair, blue eyes, and a
beefy looking stocky body covered by jeans and a blue shirt with his name
embroidered on one pocket and the name of the auto body shop where he
worked embroidered on the other. Ethan, a 47 year-old college professor
with pure white hair, green eyes, pale skin, and a lanky frame, sat next to
Joe, and Tom was on his left.

	Tom had brown hair, brown eyes, a round face in a perpetual smile
and squint, and a slight paunchy looking belly beneath his white shirt and
opened vest. It had been his invitation I answered on the net earlier in
the day. So now I sat in the motel room with four strangers, playing a
version of strip poker.

	The rules were simple. We played until one guy had clothing
left. Once a guy was naked he was playing for dares. Nothing that left
permanent marks or could get us arrested, within reason, was permitted, and
the once we had a winner the losers submitted to his will for the remainder
of the afternoon. By submitting to the winner's will, it was understood sex
was going to be had.

	I watched Joe toss in a couple chips, followed by Ethan. "Cards?"
Tom inquired.

	I took two, Richie took three, while Joe shook his head and Ethan
asked for one. I glanced at Richie. I was curious about what each of these
guys looked like naked, but at the moment Richie held my attention. I guess
he held my attention because it was obvious he was new to poker. He already
had lost his sneakers and socks, and was working on his T-shirt.

	If a guy folded he would have to walk down to the soda machine
dressed as he was and get a soda. The soda machine was on the first floor,
and we were on the second. It was in an alcove at the foot of the stairs,
but this was our incentive not to fold. At the present it wouldn't have
mattered because while Richie was barefoot, the rest of us were still
dressed casually enough not to attract attention if we were seen.

	Still, no one folded. I watched as each of us turned over our
cards. Richie breathed a sigh of relief as all eyes turned to Joe. He
shrugged and reached down for his socks. Tossing them to the side he leaned
back in his chair. "This is a pretty good game so far."

	"Yeah," I said, dealing the next hand.

	Cards were dealt and we played. The intensity in the room was felt
more so when Richie lost the next hand and stripped off his T-shirt
revealing a slim smooth chest and firm abs. Now we were down to skin. A
couple more hands found each of us losing our socks, Tom losing his necktie
and vest, and Ethan losing his shirt. He still had on a T-shirt, white.

	I was the next guy to lose his shirt. No big deal really, just the
fact that I was stripping it off in a motel room with four strangers
sitting around a table playing strip poker and watching me did give me a
thrill. More cards were dealt and we finally got to pants.

	Tom lost his pants first. He was still wearing his shirt, but opted
to remove his brown slacks, revealing his slight paunch and packed pouch of
his navy blue boxer briefs. "I figured I'd never get these off the way you
guys play," he joked.

	"Yeah, wait until you're playing for dares," Joe chided.

	The cards were dealt again, and I realized I wasn't doing very
well. My hope was that Richie or Ethan would have worse hands, because they
were the two players who had been doing worse than myself. My hopes were
dashed by Richie's full house. I had nothing. I stood up and stripped off
my slacks, showing thee guys my red low-rise jockey briefs with the very
big bulge in the front.

	Tom and Joe both noticed it as well. I could feel the hunger in
their eyes when I sat down. It didn't look good for me. As an added bonus,
first guy naked would owe each of the others head after the game. It wasn't
that I didn't want to go down on all these guys, but I was hoping Richie or
Joe would be the first one naked. The thought of a hot mechanic or a
college guy sucking on my cock really got me going.

	"Next hand," Ethan said, as he dealt out the cards. I eyed my
competition, realizing a level of endorphins bursting in my head as I
mentally took in the state of undress of each of the players. When Ethan
lost the next hand and I saw this college professor stand up and strip off
his khakis revealing standard white briefs, with what looked like a hefty
boner throbbing in them, I almost shivered with excitement. His pale skin
didn't matter to me, because I was on the pale side myself, and always have
been. My Irish family is mostly pale and fair-haired.

	Tom dealt the next hand and I prayed to win, because I wanted to
see what Richie or Joe had under their pants. My prayers were answered when
Richie stood up and shucked his jeans. His plaid CK cotton boxers were
tented out, and as he raised his leg to remove his jeans his cock poked out
the fly. He blushed a little and tucked it back in as best he could, but
his shorts were well tented.

	My deal went fast, and my suspicions were proven right. Richie was
on the line. It looked like a close hand, and it was really between him and
Joe, but Joe was saved by having an ace high nothing, to Richie's absolute
nothing. He blushed again and the four of us eyed him with lust.

	"Let's see it, stud," Ethan said.

	His words were accurate, and all the more interesting when Richie
stood up and slowly tugged down his boxers, his cock catching on the
waistband and snapping back against his flat belly. "Well professor, I
guess you'll remember this the next time I'm sitting in one of your
lectures."

	Damn! The kid was in Ethan's class. That almost made me cum. Ethan
smiled. "Once we're naked I'm sure you'll stop fantasizing about me during
my lectures and actually pay attention. Now you're playing for dares."

	The next hand took Joe's shirt. He shed the blue work shirt,
revealing his hairy chest and well toned stomach. Very thick dark hair
covered him, and turned me on. Richie didn't seem to lose his boner as he
eyed Joe's naked chest.

	More cards were dealt, and Joe lost again. This time he stood up
and opened his work pants, allowing them to fall to his ankles, revealing a
pair of light blue cotton boxers. His legs were almost as hairy as his
chest.

	I watched the cards being dealt and hoped to win a hand. I lucked
out, and Richie lost. Tom won. He smiled. "Come over here, college boy," he
said with a hint of humor and lust. Richie did as he was asked, getting up
and walking around the table to Tom.

	Tom leaned forward, and took Richie's cock in his mouth, sucking on
it for about a minute. He finally pulled back. "Now give each of the other
guys a taste of college cock," Tom said.

	Richie moved around the table to me, and I looked at his long
straight up cock. About 7 inches, I guessed, mildly hairy at the base, but
with smooth balls. "You shave your balls?"

	"Yeah, I like the smooth feel." He replied as I licked his smooth
balls, ran my tongue up the length of the underside of his shaft and took
his tip into my mouth. I slid my lips downward over the warm skin until my
nose was buried in the reddish blonde hair at the base of his cock. I
slowly raised my head gently scrapping my teeth against the soft skin and
clamping down slightly on the tip as I released it from my mouth.

	I watched Joe take his turn on Richie's cock, giving a repeat of my
performance, only humming once he got Richie's tip in the back of his
throat. We all noticed Richie visibly shudder.

	"Oh God, man!" Richie moaned. "That was wild."

	"No one's ever actually given you a `hummer' hummer," Ethan asked
as Richie turned to face him.

	Richie shook his head. "I never even thought of it. Well go for it,
Teach."

	Ethan circled his tongue around the tip of Richie's cock, and deep
throated the shaft with ease. He looked to me as if he'd had a lot of
practice on students over the years. When Richie retuned to his seat we
resumed play.

	The next hand got Ethan's T-shirt off and revealed a sort of in
shape guy with little body hair but a nice muscular chest. He hid his build
under baggy clothing, but he obviously did workout.

	I sighed as I lost the next hand, tugging my briefs down and giving
these guys a first look at my cock. It was hard and ready for play. As my
luck held, I lost the next hand as well, to Joe. He smirked and gestured me
over to him. I stood in front of him and he stood up, leaning in and
pressing his lips against mine. He forced his tongue into my mouth and
guided me toward the bed. I fell back on the bed and he slowly licked his
way down my body, rubbing his hairy frame against mine while he sucked my
pecs and then my cock. It seemed like a long time, but was only a minute or
two, and he stood up.

	"Next hand?" Tom asked with a smirk.

	Play resumed, my cock fully hard and beginning to leak precum. The
next hand got Ethan's white briefs off, revealing to us a thick, and long
cock. He was going to be fun to suck, I thought.

	Now it was between Tom who still had a shirt and briefs on and Joe,
in just his boxers. The next round found Richie with the winning hand, and
Ethan the loser of the hand. Richie just sat smiling as he pushed back from
the table, gestured to Ethan and then to his own cock. "On your knees,
Teach. This may be the only time I get a professor on his knees sucking my
cock. One minute of head is all I want."

	We all watched Ethan walk around the table to Richie, and kneel
before him, his long, thick cock bobbing in front of him as he
walked. Richie kept his eyes on it as well, even when Ethan knelt in front
of him, he paused and reached down and gave the thick member a squeeze
before guiding Ethan's head down on his cock. "Suck it, Teach," he said.

	We all sat staring at the sight of Ethan worshipping his student's
rod, licking the shaft and sucking the tip and balls. It was over before it
began, and we resumed play. Tom lost his shirt and showed us all a bear
belly in the making, and a bearded chest with semi-muscular pecs. Now it
was briefs against boxers, Tom against Joe.

	The cards were dealt, and we eyed each other. Either someone was
losing clothing, or someone was doing a dare. As it turned out, Ethan was
doing the dare and the dare was to eat Richie's ass. Now this was a treat
for us to watch, because I know Tom had mentioned in his e-mail that he was
hot for college boy ass.

	Richie knelt on the bed and Ethan spread his ass cheeks. He leaned
in and his tongue came out. It was fun to watch this white haired professor
eating college boy ass, and imagining he did this frequently. He seemed to
be proficient at his task.

	More cards and finally the game had a winner. Joe stood up and
reluctantly tugged his boxers down, revealing a hard six-inch curved upward
banana cock, with a mushroom head and a thick bush of hair surrounding
it. His balls were swinging low, and equally as hairy. He just shrugged and
tossed his boxers aside. "Well Tom, we belong to you. What'll it be?"

	Tom smiled as he stood up and pulled his briefs off. "I want to
watch Richie take his turn sucking on each of our cocks, starting with me,
and them I want the four of your to get into a daisy chain while I watch,
and then Ethan, since he was so good at eating Richie's ass, will eat my
ass while P.J. and Joe sixty-nine for my amusement, followed by and all out
fuck fest. Any questions?"

	"Can I suck on your cock after Richie is finished with it?" Joe
asked Tom.

	Tom smiled.

	"Hey, Boss, where is your mind at?" Jeff asked, drawing me back to
the project at hand.

	I shook my head, trying to clear it of the raging orgy going on,
and hoped my boner would go down before Jeff noticed that as well. "Sorry,
I was daydreaming."

	"Oh? Sexual?"

	"Always. Now let's pay attention to this so you and I can go out
for a beer and maybe shoot some pool after work," I said.

	Jeff cocked his head slightly. "Shoot some pool?"

	"Yeah," I said. "Loser sucks the winner off in the parking lot."

	"Oh so you just want to get your lips around my cock," Jeff joked.

	"You mean I want your lips around my cock," I corrected.

	"You wish."

	"We'll see when I beat the pants off of you at pool."

	"Why wait?" he asked.

	I looked up ant him. "I dare you to whip your cock out and let me
suck it," I said.

	"You know the building isn't empty, and your office door isn't
locked."

	"More of a risk," I said. "I'm horny, and a horny boss gets his
way."

	"Horny enough to do a mutual sixty-nine on your couch with the door
unlocked, both of our pants and boxers down around our ankles?" Jeff asked,
toying with his fly as he spoke.

	"You raised the stakes," I reminded him. "You're pants and boxers
come down first, and I want to see you hard."

	He walked from behind my desk, and tugged his fly open. "You like
this show, don't you?"

	I nodded as he reached into his slacks and pulled his cock out and
began tugging on it, until it was sticking straight up. He then opened his
belt, and pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles, falling back on
the couch with his hands behind his head. "Your turn, Boss."

	I stood up, walked over to the couch, opened my belt, while keeping
my eyes on his throbbing cock, undid my zipper and pushed my pants and
boxers to my ankles. I leaned down, managed to climb on top of Jeff, and
took his cock into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him, and swallowed
his cock all the way down until my nose was pressed into his balls. As I
began bobbing my head up and down, I began humming as well, knowing how
much Jeff liked me to do that to him.

	While concentrating on his cock, I was also fucking his face,
riding his mouth with each thrust of my hips, my legs balanced over his
head on the arm of the couch for support. Thrusting as deep as he would let
me, and taking his cock as deep as I could, we sucked each other off in a
heated frenzy for several minutes until I felt close to cumming. I pulled
out of his mouth.

	"I'm gonna blow soon," I said.

	"Do it on my cock," he replied.

	I stood up, and stood over his cock, pumping my hand up and down my
saliva lubed shaft until I began to shudder and shoot. I watched my cum
shoot out onto his cock and balls, stream after stream, until I was
spent. Jeff's hand wrapped around his cum covered cock and began stroking
with my spunk as his lube. It only took a few strokes and he was shooting
his cum. It went up over his stomach and chest, landing on his shirt.

	I just stood there with my pants at my ankles still slowly
squeezing my softening cock while watching him jizz himself. Finally he
stopped. "I dare you to give me your shorts to use as a cum rag," he said.

	I managed to pull my slacks and shorts off while balancing from one
foot to the other. He wiped himself clean and tossed me my shorts. "Now put
them on. You'll have to wear them to the bar to play pool tonight, and if
you lose you'll strip naked in the parking lot, blow me in the passenger
side of your car while kneeling naked by the opened car door, and then jerk
yourself off in the parking lot and clean up with those same shorts before
wearing them home."

	"You've got a bet," I said, adding, "but when you lose you'll be
wearing the jizz covered shorts home."

End of chapter 14

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