Date: Wed, 19 May 2004 23:20:40 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 15

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You Lost The Bet - Chapter 15

R. A. Swain

	One of the best parts of taking bets or doing dares is the risk of
getting caught. It's more fun when there is a risk involved, but none of us
want to get arrested either. It's hard to not face that possibility, but
sometimes getting caught by friends or like-minded strangers or family is
fun. Getting caught by my dad when John, Scottie, Joey and I were
skinny-dipping in our pool was fun because he just laughed and told us not
to let our mothers catch us, because they would have a fit if they knew we
were running around the backyard naked.

	 Naturally I played games and accepted bets and dares in more risky
places than my own backyard. One such place was the college library. My
room mate Chris and I had a standard game of Rock-Paper-Scissors we would
play to liven up the daily grind of college. One such day does stand out in
my mind as extra fun.

	We were going to the library on Friday afternoon. Now going to the
library on a Friday afternoon meant you were either a really serious
student who wanted to graduate, or you were way behind in something and
needed to finish up a paper or some other research work and were
sacrificing early weekend party time to do it. The library was fairly empty
on Fridays. When we got to the library, standing outside on the sidewalk,
Chris turned to me with a smirk on his face. "Rock-Paper-Scissors?"

	I looked around at the pretty much, deserted area. "I guess
so. What are we playing for?"

	We had some rules, such as, in a public place like this it couldn't
be total nudity, or anything that would get us arrested.

	"What are you wearing under your jeans?" Chris asked, still
grinning.

	"Boxers," I answered.

	"Plain boxers, or boxer-briefs?"

	"Plain plaid cotton boxers," I replied. "Why?"

	"Cool," Chris said. "Loser has to take his pants off and stuff them
in his backpack for the entire time you're in the library."

	I looked down at my clothing, an unbuttoned shirt, a tank top,
jeans and sneakers. My boxers wouldn't actually attract too much attention,
as it was pretty warm out and a lot of the guys were in shorts. Of course I
was hoping to win and then Chris would be in his boxers. "What are you
wearing under your jeans?"

	"Boxers. Light blue."

	"Let's do it," I said. We shook our fists out and counted to
three. Dammit. His scissor beat my paper. He was giggling and smirking. I
looked around again, and stepped off the sidewalk behind some shrubs. I
quickly toed off my sneakers, and shed my pants. Even though my boxers
could pass as regular shorts I still felt self-conscious strutting around
outdoors in my boxers. Also kind of excited.

	We entered the library and started our respective research
projects. I found the books I would need were on the third floor. Chris
joined me at a reading pit, four sofas in a square with a coffee table in
the center to place our books. The library was almost empty except for the
assistant librarian, Mitch, a grad student who worked part-time to earn a
few extra bucks, and a handful of students, mostly science and math
students scattered on the far side of the library or on the other levels.

	Hey, Rock-Paper-Scissors?" Chris asked.

	"For what?" I countered, being cautious of Chris.

	"My pants against your button down shirt. If you lose you'll be in
just your boxers and tank top." He didn't try to contain his glee as he
spoke.

	"You're on, only instead of just your pants, loser leaves his pants
off until we get back to the dorm," I added.

	"Let's do it," he said.

	We shook our fists out again, and I smiled. Chris glanced around,
stood up, toed off his sneakers and shed his pants, leaving him in his
light blue boxers. Now his boxers were more noticeable than mine as
underwear.

	A few minutes later he nudged my arm. I looked up. The assistant
librarian was shelving some books on the floor below us, and we could see
him from the open area in the center of the library next to our study
pit. "Another round?"

	"Shirts?"

	"Yeah."

	I nodded, and we shook out our fists again. His paper covered my
rock. I pulled my button down shirt off and stuffed it in my backpack. We
continued studying, for a few minutes then Chris nudged me again.

	"Let's go for another round," he whispered.

	"What are we playing for?"

	"Loser gets himself hard and walks around the entire third floor,
with his boxers tenting out."

	I couldn't resist the urge to push it a little. "Loser lets the
winner reach into the loser's boxers and get him hard."

	Chris gave a broad grin, and held out his fist. I held out mine. We
shook fists and his rock beat my scissors. I sat back and let Chris reach
into my boxers through the fly, glancing around to make sure we were
alone. He wrapped his fist around my soft cock and began squeezing and
stroking my cock. I was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my cock for a
few moments, until he retracted his hand and left me sitting there with my
boxers tenting out in the front in a very obvious way.

	"Now do the walk," he said.

	I looked around and casually got up and began strolling around the
third floor, up and down the aisles as if I were looking for a book. My
boner was very obviously tenting out my boxers, but I didn't run into
anyone. A few aisles further down and I turned right into Mitch, in his
khakis and T-shirt and loafers.

	Now Mitch was about 25 at the time, thin and very cute, with dark
curly hair, a goatee and deep blue eyes. I turned slightly so as to hide my
boner and grabbed a book from the nearest shelf before he saw me. I held
the book in front of me. "Um, hi Mitch."

	"Hi P.J. Doing some hard studying?" he asked.

	"Hard?" I panicked at the word. Had he noticed my erection?

	"It's a Friday afternoon, and you're a party guy. You don't show up
here unless you are falling behind in your classes."

	"Um, yeah, well, that's me. I gotta get back to studying," I said,
backing away from Mitch trying to hide my boner.

	I made it back to the study pit. "Damn, that was close. Mitch was
over in the stacks."

	"Did he see how tented out you are?" Chris grinned.

	"I don't think so. I held this book in front of me," I said. I
looked at the book. "Shit, Studies In Abnormal Psychology. I was acting a
bit abnormal."

	Chris laughed. "I see you didn't lose your boner any."

	I looked down at my crotch and my tented out boxers. "No, I guess
not. Hey, how about another round?"

	"What's the bet?"

	"You have to let me stoke you until you get boned up."

	"And if I win?"

	"Name it?"

	Chris thought for a moment. "Edging."

	"Edging?"

	"You have to edge five times, right here."

	"What if I can't hold out?"

	"You'll be covered in cum anyway, so walking back to the dorm in
just your cum soaked boxers and tank top should be enough of a bet."

	We shook our fists out, and I watched my paper beat Chris's rock. I
just smiled and reached over into his boxers, squeezing his shaft and
balls. I kneaded his smooth balls which his shaved on a dare earlier in the
week, and kept stroking him until he was tented up just as much as I.

	We both sat there looking around. We were alone, as far as we
knew. "I can't study with a hard on like this," Chris said.

	"Me either."

	"Wanna call it quits and go back to the dorm?"

	I was quiet for a moment. "I suppose so, but I'm still boned up."

	"Me too. Hey, one more round?"

	"What's the bet?"

	"Loser walks back to the dorm boned up like this, and winner gets
to go into the men's room and take care of his problem," Chris said.

	"Sounds like a plan, only I think the loser should have to beat the
winner off in the men's room."

	"I think you should both have to beat off," Mitch said from behind
us.

	We both practically leapt up, but more or less just froze there.

	"So you guys are playing games in the library," Mitch continued,
walking around in front of our sofa. We were both still frozen from being
caught, so we didn't think to try to hide our tented out boxers until Mitch
was standing right in front of us.

	"Mitch, it isn't what it looks like?" Chris said.

	"It looks like to guys sitting in the library in their underwear
talking about beating off in the men's room," Mitch said. "Isn't that about
right?"

	"We can explain," I stammered.

	"You know I could have you both kicked out of school for this," he
said.

	"Yeah, I suppose so," Chris said, "but you aren't going to, are
you?"

	Mitch smiled. "What would you do for me to keep my mouth shut?"

	We both looked at Mitch. Me more in awe of the fact he was willing
to let us off the hook.

	"What do you want?" Chris asked.

	Now Mitch lowered his voice a little and looked around. "For a
start, I want both of you to take your cocks out of your boxers. I've heard
about you guys doing bets and dares in the dorms, and heard you've done
some pretty wild things."

	Chris and I looked at each other. "Yeah," I said. "We have. Um, you
want us to take our cocks out of our boxers right here?"

	Mitch stood before us and nodded. "And play with them while you
have them out."

	"Are you going to make us jerk off in front of you?" Chris asked,
reaching into the fly of his boxers and pulling his long thin hard cock out
for all to see.

	Mitch looked thoughtful for a minute. "Yeah, I think I want to see
you guys put on a show for me. Right here, right now. I want you both to
stroke each other off, and cum all over your clothes."

	"If we do this," Chris asked, "will you forget about this little
incident and let us go?"

	Mitch smiled. "If you do that, put on a jerk off show for me, I
won't get you kicked out of school. But you'll owe me."

	"Um, owe you what?" I asked, pulling my cock out of my boxers as
Chris wrapped his hand around my shaft and began to stroke.

	"I'll let you know," Mitch said, groping his crotch. "If you guys
put on a good show, maybe I'll let my blow me as payment for not turning
you in."

	"Why not let us blow you right now?" I asked as Chris's hand
squeezed my shaft and his thumb rubbed against my tip, which was beginning
to leak pre-cum.

	"Nope," Mitch said. "If the show is good, I'll meet you at your
dorm room later tonight, just the two of you, and we'll have a fun time."

	"And if we don't amuse you?" Chris asked, his hand matching my
stroking rhythm on his cock. We were sitting in front of Mitch, as he
wanted us, stroking each other's cocks, in the middle of the library. I
felt the cum building up in my cock.

	"I'm not gonna last much longer," I whispered.

	Mitch smiled. "That's the idea. I want to watch you blow your load
on your shorts and shirts."

	It didn't take long for Chris to bring me off. I admit I was very
turned on by being jerked off by Chris in front of Mitch. The idea of being
controlled by Chris brought off by him, while being watched really got to
me. I shot my lead all over my tank top, and my boxers. Spurt after spurt,
until I was covered in cum.

	Chris shuddered as he watched me shoot, and he began to blow his
load, also all over his T-shirt and his boxers. The cum was covering his
light clothes much easier than my dark clothing, and his boxers had several
transparent spots already appearing. I actually enjoyed the sight of his
cum covered boxers with his cock sticking out the fly.

	Mitch smiled. "Not bad," he said. "Now if you guys promise to give
me another show tonight, when we're alone in your dorm room, a show I can
join in on, I won't tell anyone about this."

	We both nodded, still breathing hard from keeping so silent while
shoot our loads.

	Mitch adjusted his cock in his khakis. "Where are your pants?"

	"In our back packs," I said.

	"Cool. Give me your backpacks. I'll return them tonight."

	"But-"

	Chris elbowed me. "Just do it."

	"Listen to your buddy. I've got you guys where I want you. We can
have fun with this, or I can get you into all sorts of trouble. Now you two
can run home, dressed as you are."

	"It'll be kind of obvious to anyone who sees us that we got stained
clothes," I said.

	"If you're still in the library in two minutes I'll make you leave
your boxers and you can run back to the dorm bare assed."

	"We're going," Chris said.

	"Well look what I found," Tommy, the UPS guy had said when he
entered my office a few minutes earlier. What he had found was my assistant
Jay sitting naked on the couch and me standing up and in front of him,
stripping off my boxers.

	Being caught had taken me back to my college days. I heard Jeff
telling Tommy it wasn't what it looked liked.

	"It looks like I caught two guys playing a strip game, judging from
the cards on the coffee table. So the question is, if you're both naked
what were you playing for next?"

	I snapped back to reality. "Tommy, why are you here so late? It's
after seven?"

	"I work until my truck is empty. I really have to get back. I
wasn't expecting to find anyone here, but I heard laughing when I came up
the stairs."

	"Are you going to tell anyone?" I asked.

	Tommy, with his blonde mustache and Irish good looks stepped into
the office and closed the door, leaning his slight frame against it. "Now
what would you guys do for me if I kept this little discovery to myself?"

	He was gently massaging his crotch as he spoke. "You know, I have
seen other things much worse than this going on, and I can keep a secret if
necessary, if you make it worth my wile to keep a secret."

	His hand was on his fly, slowly pulling it down. "Of course I could
also tell all the secretaries in the building what I discovered, and word
would get out very quickly." His hand reached in to his open fly. "The
choice is yours."

	Jeff and I looked at each other. "Man, you know you've got us, why
don't us just tell us you want us to blow you, and we'll do it?" I asked.

	Tommy's eyes sparkled. "I really can't be long."

	"We can do this in ten minutes," Jeff said. "Is that too long?"

	"Perfect," Tommy said, as I knelt in front of him and started
opening his belt.

	"I want to see you naked," I said. "And if you give us fifteen
minutes I'll really make you enjoy this." I groped his growing cock through
his brown uniform pants as I spoke.

	"This isn't a one time deal, guys. Right now we do a quickie. What
are your plans for tomorrow night?"

	"Um, sex with you?" I countered.

	Tommy smiled. "Get your mouth on my cock," he said as it sprung
from his briefs as I pulled them down his thighs.

	I obliged, taking his long thin pale shaft into my mouth, tickling
the back of my throat with his pink mushroom tip. I felt Jeff standing next
to me, and glanced up to see his taking Tommy's tongue in his mouth. I
reached up and began tugging on Jeff's cock, only to have Tommy's hand
replace mine.

	Sometimes getting caught is fun.


End Chapter 15

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