Date: Mon, 28 Jun 2004 23:08:00 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 17

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You Lost The Bet - Chapter 17
by R. A. Swain

	"If I make this shot," P.J. said, holding the Nerf basketball, "you
have to work the rest of the afternoon wearing only your T-shirt."

	P.J.'s assistant, Jeff, smirked. "Is that it?"

	"No, you also have to let me have access to your cock all
afternoon, whenever I feel like groping you."

	Jeff smiled. "I think I want you to make this shot, but if you miss
it, you have to strip naked and sit on the couch playing with yourself,
without cumming, while you tell me the story of how you and your cousin
Scott ended up jerking off on the pool table at the bar."

	It was P.J.'s turn to smile. "Damn, I forgot I promised to tell you
about that." He tossed the ball from his right hand to his left. "Well,
let's see if you win the right to hear that story." He tossed the
basketball in the air toward the hoop mounted on the wall over the couch in
his office. It bounced against the backboard, and then balanced on the rim
for a moment before falling away from the basket.

	"All right!" Jeff said, jumping up. "It looks like its story time,
boss."

	P.J. sighed. "Damn."

	"First though, let's see you strip for me," Jeff ordered.

	P.J. shook his head. "This is so why I enjoy working weekends with
you." He stood up and began to gyrate to an imagined beat, tugging his
black T-shirt up to reveal his flat stomach and hairy chest. His arms
stretched over his head as he pulled the shirt up the length of his arms
and over his head. He waved it over his head and tossed it at Jeff, who was
sitting on the edge of his desk enjoying the show.

	Next, P.J. ran his hand over his chest, and down to his belt,
tugging it open and unbuttoning his jeans. He tugged the zipper up and down
a few times and then pushed his pants to his knees. His hands roamed over
the outside of his blue jockey briefs, and groped his crotch before
allowing his jeans to slip to his ankles. He stepped out of his pants and
stood there in his blue briefs and gray socks.

	Jeff grinned. "Leave the socks on, boss."

	P.J. laughed. "If you insist." He turned around and shook his ass
for Jeff, and teasingly pulled his briefs down in the back to flash his ass
a few times, before turning around, and rapidly tugging his briefs to his
ankles and stepping out of them. "Enjoying the show?"

	Jeff took a deep breath. "Oh yeah. Now let me see that dick play."

	P.J. moved to the couch, seated himself in the middle and spread
his knees wide. His left hand tweaked his nipples and then glided down the
length of his chest to his stomach and then to the base of his
semi-engorged cock. He wrapped his fist around the shaft and slowly began
stroking and playing with himself.

	Jeff moved from his seat on the edge of the desk to a chair
directly opposite the couch. "Now tell me a story."

	P.J.'s mind went back to the night he and his cousin Scott visited
Scott's friend Sam's new bar.

	"Hey Sammy," Scotty said, patting his friend on the back. "Great
place you've got here, but not a big crowd."

	Sam, a talk thin fellow, with a Marlboro Man mustache and brown
curly hair to match smiled. "Well I'm glad you could make it. I didn't
expect a big crowd tonight. The official grand opening is tomorrow
night. This is just a night for a few friends. You've gotta check out the
back room. It's got video games, a pool table, and air hockey. Everything
for you to feel right at home."

	"Porn on the big screen?" Scotty asked.

	Sam laughed. "P.J. how do you put up with your cousin?"

	"I usually beat him at bets, so I tolerate him." P.J. replied.

	"Me too," Sam said.

	"Bullshit," Scotty said. "I usually beat both of you in any game we
play, and win almost every bet."

	Sam's eyes twinkled. "Oh yeah? Wanna bet on that?"

	"What've you got in mind?"

	"Pool."

	Scotty smiled. "I'll beat your ass."

	"Strip pool," Sam said.

	Now Scotty's eyes widened. "This is kind of public."

	"It's my bar," Sam said. "Besides, we're all friends here. In fact,
I'll make it interesting. I'll beat both you and P.J. You two can play as a
team. I'll strip you both, calling shots. If I get you both naked before
you get me naked, I win."

	"What do you win?" P.J. asked, intrigued by the idea of getting
naked in the bar.

	Sam grinned. "I've always found it hot that you two are blood
relatives, and mess around together like this, so when I win, I want to
watch you and your hunky cousin here get it on. You guys will put on a show
on top of the pool table."

	"What kind of show?" Scotty asked.

	"Jerking, solo and each other, and sixty-nining," Sam said.

	"And if we win," Scotty said, assuming P.J. would automatically go
along with whatever he decided, "you suck both P.J. and myself off, right
here on the pool table, in front of anyone who wants to watch."

	"You're on," Sam said. "You in, P.J.?"

	P.J. nodded. "A public blowjob would be cool."

	"You can break," Sam said.

	Scotty grabbed a stick, framed the balls, and broke. "Nothing."

	Sam laughed. "This is gonna be so easy." He surveyed the
table. "Two in the side pocket."

	Scotty watched the cue ball kiss the two, which gently rolled into
the side pocket just as Sam said it would. "Damn." He toed off his
sneakers.

	Sam lined up his next shot. "Four in the corner, for P.J.'s shirt,"
he said.

	P.J. watched the balls smack together and watched the four roll
into the corner pocket. "I think I've been had," he said as he unbuttoned
his shirt and revealed his hairy chest.

	"You haven't been had yet tonight," Sam said, "but you will be." He
called his next shot and pointed to Scotty. "This'll be for your shirt."

	Scotty sighed as Sam made the next shot, and then he stripped off
his T-shirt, to reveal his smooth, nicely defined chest. "This isn't
looking good."

	"It is from where I'm standing," Sam said. He eyed his next
shot. "P.J., are you wearing underwear?"

	"You'll have to win my pants to find out," P.J. replied. He watched
Sam line up his shot, call it, and miss. "Finally. Now this shot is for
your shirt," he said. He leaned over the table, called his shot, and sunk
it.

	Both P.J. and Scotty paused to watch Sam strip off his casual
button down shirt and reveal the dark brown hair of his muscular
chest. "I've still got a ways to go."

	"My shot," Scotty said. He surveyed the table, called a shot, and
watched the cue ball bounce off the five and ricochet against the seven and
come to a stop near the corner pocket.

	Sam chuckled and pointed to Scotty. "So should it be pants or socks
next?"

	"Socks," Scotty said. P.J. looked at him quizzically. "I'm not
wearing underwear," he whispered to P.J.

	Sam won Scotty's socks on the next ball, and then won P.J.'s
shoes. "This is just so easy. I'm really gonna enjoy watching you guys
perform for us."

	P.J. realized about four of the other guys in the bar, all friends
of Scotty and Sam's were standing around watching. He recognized a couple
from games at his cousin's, and took a swig of his beer. "This is so going
to suck," he sighed.

	"No," Sam said, "you are so going to be sucking your cousin's cock
in a few minutes. Now how about losing those slacks?"

	P.J. closed his eyes and quickly shed his pants. "I've still got my
boxers and socks."

	Sam called the next shot. "Not for very much longer. Scotty, your
pants are on the line now."

	The cousin's watched Sam gently tap the cue ball and then Scotty
reluctantly opened his trousers. "I guess I'm naked," he sighed. He stood
there in the back room of the bar in front of his friends and Sam, and
turned around to give the viewers a good look.

	Sam pointed to P.J. "You're next. Boxers, then socks." He called
his shot and missed.
	P.J. practically jumped for joy. "Cool. At least I get to take
another shot." He scoped it out. "This'll be for your shoes," he said to
Sam. The balls on the table clicked and he grinned.

	Sam toed off his shoes, while Scotty lined up a shot. "And this one
will be for your pants," he said.

	"Hey, you're naked," Sam said. "I don't think you should be taking
a shot."

	"We're a team," P.J. reminded Sam. "Besides, if he misses you'll
probably get me naked."

	"True," Sam replied.

	Scotty plugged the cue ball, and chuckled. "Sammy, let's see if
you've got underwear on tonight, huh?"

	Sam opened his jeans and revealed a pair of navy blue briefs with a
gray waistband. "I think P.J. and I are even now."

	"Not for long," P.J. mused. "This is for your briefs, and then
you'll lose your socks." He scouted the table, but couldn't find a clear
shot. It would have to be a trick shot. "Nine in the corner, off the
eight."

	Sam watched the nine ball hit the corner and roll back. "You are so
gonna be naked now," he said to P.J. P.J. just stood and watched as Sam
lined up his shot, called it and pointed to him when the ball went into the
pocket. "Lose the boxers, stud."

	P.J. stripped his boxers off and casually held his hands in front
of his cock. Sam smirked. "Uh-uh. Hand up so everyone can see." He walked
around the table before speaking, "And now for your socks," he said.

	P.J. cringed at the Sam not only finished him off, but cleared the
table as well before claiming his socks. "Fuck, this is gonna suck."

	Sam slapped both P.J. and Scotty on the bare butt. "Now boys, both
of you get up on the pool table, at opposite ends and start the show."

	Scotty climbed up on one end of the table, on his knees and
P.J. copied his actions on the other. Their eyes met and they both began
playing with their junk in front of the six guys who were now watching, all
friends of Scotty's.

	"Very nice," Sam said. "Now get closer, and kiss. I really want to
watch you two get into the whole mutual sex thing."

	Scotty and P.J. did as they were told, crawling to the middle of
the table. "You suck at pool," P.J. whispered to Scotty before pressing his
lips against his cousin's and wrapping his hand around Scotty's rock hard
cock, which was pressed up against his own. He fisted both for a moment
while he tongue-kiss Scotty, and then let Scotty take over stroking his
cock while he continued stroking Scotty's.

	The two cousins heard the moans of the group watching them as then
slowly worked their mouths down each other's bodies getting into position
facing each other's cocks. They didn't need instructions from Sam as to
what to do next. It was instinct, and soon they were nuzzling each other's
balls with their noses as they swallowed each other's shafts.

	Their heads bobbed before each other, and the panting and moaning
of the onlookers told them they were the main focus of a group of horny
guys getting off on watching hot man sex between the two. Occasionally
pausing to survey the room gave each of them a chance to see the onlookers
with their cocks out, stroking themselves while they preformed.

	Scotty paid extra attention to P.J.'s balls, just the way P.J. had
done a few moments earlier, taking each one into his mouth separately and
then both at the same time. Their hands roamed about each other's ass's,
and thighs, P.J. shivered, as he got closer to cumming.

	His eyes clenched he felt his cum forcing its way up his shaft. He
opened his eyes to see Jeff sitting opposite his position on the couch. He
opened his mouth and clenched his teeth again as his fist squeezed his
shaft and the first stream of cum shot out up his chest. Several more
streams of cum followed covering his chest, stomach and cock, as his
breathing became rapid.

	"Damn, that was hot." Jeff said. "Only, part of your bet here was
not to cum, so you've got to take a penalty." He stood up, pulled his
zipper down, reached into his slacks and withdrew his rock hard
cock. Standing in front of P.J. he wagged his dick before his boss's
lips. "Now suck me off, and then jerk me off on your chest. Oh, and you
can't clean up afterward. I want you covered in your cum and mine for the
rest of the afternoon."

	P.J. smiled. "So you liked hearing about me losing the strip pool
game?"

	Jeff poked his cock forward against P.J.'s lips. "Boss, I like
anything that gets you naked, and that gets me sucked off when you can't
hold your cum any longer." He slipped the tip of his cock between P.J.'s
lips and reached beneath him to P.J.'s still semi-hard cock. He began
stroking it. "Let's see if you can get me off once before I make you cum a
second time."

	P.J. began working in earnest on his assistant's long thin cock,
running his hand over Jeff's balls and gently squeezing them. He felt
Jeff's hardness against his tongue and in his mouth, and sucked for all he
was worth. The feeling of Jeff's hand on his cock was distracting.

	Jeff pumped P.J.'s cock fast and hard, and P.J. shivered with
pleasure. He felt the pulsing of Jeff's cock in his mouth as Jeff pulled
back from his lips and wrapped his other hand around his own shaft and
stroked out his load on P.J.'s already cum covered chest and stomach.

	P.J. watched the ribbons of hot white cum shoot out of the tip of
Jeff's cock and he couldn't hold back anymore. Jeff's hand brought both of
them off, splashing even more cum on P.J. After they both resumed normal
breathing P.J. looked down at his cum covered self. "This is gonna dry and
be a mess."

	"I know," Jeff said. "Ain't life a bitch?" He tucked his now
softening cock back into his pants and picked up the Nerf basketball. "If I
make this shot you have to jerk me off again until I come on your chest and
you have to wear my cum home under your shirt."

	P.J. sat for a second. "If you miss, you have to bring me off a
third time before we leave, by rubbing your cock against mine."

	Jeff tossed the ball at the hoop and smiled. He began to strip off
his clothing, tossing his T-shirt to the floor and dropping his
trousers. "Stand up and lets start this out right," he said, wrapping his
arms around P.J. and pulling his body against his own. He felt the dampness
of the still wet cum on P.J.'s chest and stomach, as their bodies pressed
together, and the hardness of his cock against P.J.'s semi-hard cock.

	"You're going to have to grind my cock for a while to get it up
again," P.J. said with a smirk.

	"It'll be my pleasure," Jeff replied. He pushed P.J. back on the
couch, and lay down on top of him, rubbing their cocks together. "This is a
great way to work through the weekend," he whispered before sticking his
tongue in P.J.'s mouth.

End Chapter 17

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