Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2004 01:41:40 EDT
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 19

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You lost The Bet - Chapter 19
R. A. Swain


	Sometimes it isn't a bet or a dare, but a situation that can be
arousing. As a connoisseur of all things erotic, I, P. J. O'Shannon, must
admit there is very little that doesn't give me an erection. At 32 I'm
still in good shape, and can pass for my mid-twenties. My attractions vary
in age, shape size, race, as I am always more interested in the game, the
bet, the dare, or the situation that will give me that little extra thrill
to make a simple fuck or suck all the more memorable. One such event
occurred with the college aged sons of my neighbor on a warm summer's
afternoon.

	It was a hot August afternoon as P. J. returned home from work. His
initial plan was to go straight to his pool and jump in, clothing and all,
but his practical side screamed, you're wearing Armani. He conceded to his
better instincts and decided he would go into his backyard, strip on the
patio and then do a few naked laps in the pool. It would lend to the fun
that his cousin Scotty, who was due to arrive in about an hour, would find
him lounging naked on his patio.

	As P. J. rounded the side of his house he heard some noise. He new
immediately it was the neighbor kids 21 year-old Steven and 19 year-old
Trevor, using his pool. He allowed them to use it in return for their doing
all the pool work that P. J. hated to do. He slowed his pace and snuck
around the side of the house to see what he would catch them doing. As he
rounded the house, what to his beaming eyes did appear but two naked
college hunks with super-soaker water cannons.

	He paused to watch them running around the pool shooting at each
other's hard cocks and balls with the water weapons. He watched as long as
he could, feeling his own cock growing within his dress slacks, before
deciding to join them. "Well, what have we here?" he asked, stepping up to
the patio.

	Steven and Trevor turned to see him. "Hey Mr. O'Shannon," Trevor
said. He liked to call P. J. "Mr." because he saw how it made P. J. Cringe.

	"I told you to call me P. J."

	"More like Mr. Suit and Tie Guy," Steven said drawing a bead on
P. J.'s crotch with his water cannon.

	"Let me just get out of these clothes and I'll join you, "
P. J. said.

	"I don't think so," Steven said, taking full aim at P. J. "I mean,
you'll be joining us, but don't get undressed yet."

	Trevor smiled. "Yeah, you'd look awful good soaked down in your
dress clothes."

	P. J. smiled. "Cute guys, but I don't think so. It's Armani."
	
	"Yeah?" Trevor took aim at P. J. as well. "If you don't want that
suit super soaked, I think you might want to do what we tell you to do."

	"Yeah, I agree," said Steven.

	P. J. caught the glint in their eyes. "Come on guys, I promise to
do whatever you want me to do, if you just don't soak my suit."

	Steven smiled. "That's more like it. For starters, I seem to
remember a few months ago being at the mercy of you and Scotty. Do you
remember?"

	P. J. nodded.

	"Do you remember what you guys made me do?" Steven asked.

	P. J. nodded again.

	"Say it," Steven commanded.

	P. J. smiled. "We made you play with yourself for our viewing
pleasure before we tied you to the lounge chair and fucked your mouth."

	Steven nodded. "I want to watch you play with yourself. Take your
cock out of your pants and put on a stroke off show for Trevor and I."

	P. J. glanced around the yard. He knew how private it was, and
often stroked himself off on the patio or by the pool, and did a lot more
out there as well. He reached for his fly and tugged it down. His already
hard cock sprang out of the open fly.

	"Well look at that," Trevor said. "He isn't wearing any
underwear. You must be a fun boss to work for?"

	"Intern for me next summer and find out," P. J. said, as his hand
wrapped around his already expanding shaft and he began stroking
himself. He slowly ran his fingers up and down the length of his shaft,
squeezing it as he stroked it. He pulled on it a little more and his balls
came through the fly as well, now hanging down the front of his crotch,
gently swinging back and forth with each stroke of his hand.

	"Yeah, that good," Steven said. He and Trevor stood watching
P. J. jerking off, stroking his cock at their pleasure. "Play with the tip
for us."

      P. J. did as ordered, rubbing his palm across the mushroom tip of his
cock, taking it in his hands and spreading his piss slit for the guys to
see. "Like this?"

	"Oh yeah," Steven said, openly stroking his own cock. "Now stop for
a minute and place your hands on your head."

	P. J. did as commanded.

	"Cool." Trevor said walking over to P. J. and taking a closer look
at his cock. He touched the tip of it with his water cannon and looked into
P. J.'s eyes. "Now take off your shoes and socks."

	P. J. again did as ordered. He walked over to the lounge chair and
sat down so he could remove his footwear. The zipper of his open fly cut
into the underside of his balls, and he had to adjust himself before
removing his shoes and socks. His cock stayed hard, and was poking straight
up in the air as he seated himself. He removed his shoes, placed them to
the side of the chair, and then slipped his calf high black socks off his
feet and placed them inside his shoes.

	"That's real good," Steven said. "Now remove your tie and jacket
and lay back on the lounge."

	P. J. again did as Steven ordered, feeling how hard his cock got
each time the young man gave him another command. His cock pulsed with
pleasure at being ordered to expose himself to Steven and Trevor in the
semipublic setting of his own backyard. He removed his jacket and tossed it
on the nearby chair, and took his tie off. Trevor took his tie. His eyes
questioned the young man, but he instantly realized what these two guys
were going to do to him.

	He silently lay back on the lounge chair, and stretched his legs
out, his cock now sticking straight up in the air on display for their
viewing pleasure. Both Steven and Trevor circled around the lounge several
times, just looking at the long hot cock sticking up in the air. Finally
Steven gestured with his water cannon.

	"Place your hands above your head on the top of the lounge chair."

	"What are you going to do?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

	"Just be quiet and do as you're told, and the Armani stays dry,"
Steven said, a smirk on his lips.

	P. J. stretched his arms above his head and crossed his wrists as
he placed them against the top of the lounge chair. Trevor quickly took the
necktie and looped it over his hands, and through the aluminum frame of the
chair, tying it securely.

	"Now what should we do with him?" Trevor asked his brother.

	Steven stood smiling at his prize. "Well we can start by opening
his shirt." He put down his water cannon and began unbuttoning P. J.'s
dress shirt. He ran his hands over P.J.'s hairy chest, tweaking his exposed
nipples.

	"Do you like this?" Steven asked, stroking P. J.'s chest and gently
scratching the skin with his nails.

	P. J. literally shivered at the young man's touch. "Oh yeah, I like
this."

	Steven smiled, reached down and wrapped his fingers around P. J.'s
rock hard cock. He slowly stroked it, rubbing his thumb against the tip. "I
think we have some precum," he said.

	P. J. looked down at the tip of his cock. "I think you're right."

	"Do you think we should do the things Scotty suggested we do?"
Trevor asked.

	P. J.'s eyes flashed between the two boys. "Scotty? He suggested
you do something to me?"

	"Oh yeah," Steven said. "He told us if we ever got you tied up like
this to tickle you."

	P. J.'s eyes widened. "Scotty told you to tickle me?"

	"Yeah," Trevor replied. "And he told us all your most ticklish
spots."

	Fuck, P. J. thought. "Now you don't want to tickle me, do you?" He
asked, trying not to sound too much like he really didn't want them to do
it.

	"Oh I think we do," Trevor answered.

	"It depends on how much you don't want us to do it," Steven
added. He stood up and straddled the lounge, thrusting his cock in P. J.'s
face. "We won't tickle you right this minute if you suck on my cock."

	P. J. leaned his head up and took Steven's long thin curved cock
into his mouth, bobbing his head as best he could, taking in as much of the
shaft as Steven allowed. He occasionally thrust forward slightly choking
P. J. just enough to remind him of who's fantasy was being lived out, and
who was in control. After a few moments he pulled out of P. J.'s mouth.

	"Not bad, O'Shannon, but I think you can do better. Now I want you
to blow on my brother, while I tickle your feet. And you'd better do a good
job on Trevor, or there are other surprises we might have in store for
you." Steven took command of the situation, and before P. J. could object
to the tickle torture, Trevor had straddled his face and was fucking his
mouth.

	P. J. tried to concentrate on the cock in his mouth, when he felt
the fingers gently flicking against his bare soles. Oh God! He thought. The
tickling was hell. He felt himself chuckling as the thicker cock was being
thrust into his mouth.

	"Watch the teeth," Trevor ordered.

	P. J. struggled to do as he was being told, getting off on the
entire scene of being at the mercy of his young neighbors. His cock was
leaking precum. He could feel it running down his balls and onto the crotch
of his Armani pants. Damn, he thought. I've been tricked into soaking
myself. He fought to resist the tickling while being face fucked. The
excitement of the situation was causing his almost untouched cock to flow
with precum and thoroughly soak his crotch.

	Steven noticed this. "Well, P. J., it looks like you got all wet
anyway."

	Trevor looked over his shoulder at P. J.'s dripping cock. "I'll bet
he'll shot off if you do what Scotty told us to do."

	P. J. leaned his head back and Trevor pulled his cock from P. J.'s
mouth. "Wha- What did Scotty tell you to do?"

	Steven and Trevor smiled. "He told us how sensitive your balls are,
so Trevor is betting that all I have to do is play with them and you'll
squirt all over your suit. I think I want to see how much self-control you
do have. Here's the deal, P. J.. If I edge you for the next five minutes
without you cumming, Trevor and I will untie you and we'll move this
inside."

	P. J. looked at Steven. "And if I cum?"

	Steven held up the water cannon. "You get a super soaker enema,
right here on the patio."

	Once again P. J.'s eyes widened. "Oh no. Please, Steven. I'll do
anything you ask. I'll-I'll-"

	"You'll do it, or take the enema," Steven replied. "And I believe
by that time Scotty will be here to witness it."

	Now P. J. knew he was going to be humiliated in front of his
cousin. "All I've got to do is hold out while you edge me?"

	"Five minutes of me jerking you off and playing with your balls,"
Steven said.

	"Take my pants off," P. J. said.

	"Uh uh." Steven shook his head. "If you blow your load, which I'm
betting you will, it'll be all over your dress pants."

	"Fuck, I've already got to have the suit dry cleaned. All right, go
for it, but if I can hold out you untie me and we go inside and play?"

	Steven and Trevor nodded.

	P. J. closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He felt Steven's
fingers beginning to tickle his balls, and his hand wrap around his precum
slicked shaft. There's no way I'm going to win this, he thought. He felt
the cum building up in his cock. "I'm close," he moaned.

	He felt Steven squeeze his cock just in time to hold off the
blast. This wasn't what he'd planned for the afternoon, but being edged by
a hot college guy was right up there with some of the more pleasant ways of
spending his time. He tried to concentrate on work, and baseball, and
basketball, but every thought took him to the images of hot guys in various
stages of undress, pumping their own cocks for his pleasure.

	He felt the build up once again. "Getting there," he warned Steven.

	Steven kept stroking for a few more seconds, almost taking
P. J. over the edge. He squeezed the midpoint of P. J.'s throbbing shaft,
holding it tight and feeling the cum inside being dammed up. Steven was
enjoying this as much as P. J. He loved to feel the control over P. J.'s
cock. He also knew he wasn't going to let P. J. win this bet.

	Steven increased his stroking, and playing with P. J.'s
balls. "Trevor, why don't we add to P. J.'s torture? Lick his nipples."

	P. J. opened his eyes. "You didn't say anything about my nipples!"

	"Well, I could have him tickle your feet," Steven said.

	"No!" P. J. shouted. "Nipples it is." He took a deep breath and
tried to anticipate the pleasure he was going to feel. Trevor's hot lips
engulfed P. J.'s right nipple and he shivered. His nipples were very
sensitive. Obviously Scotty had been spending time with these guys. "Oh
God!" He moaned. "I'm gonna cum!"

	"Do it man, and take the enema," Steven reminded him.

	P. J. fought to hold out, but he couldn't. The feeling of Steven's
fingers working his balls and sliding up and down his shaft were too much
for him. It was especially torture because Steven stroked him with his
thumb flicking against the tip of his cock every time his fist when up and
down. Steven purposely thumbed P. J.'s piss slit knowing what Scotty had
told him about his cousin.

	Steven squeezed P. J.'s cock, but this time it didn't matter. The
white hot cum blasted from his cock in ribbons on his pants, and stomach
and chest. Trevor moved just in time to avoid getting hit by the flying
cum, but he got a great view of the juice arching up out of the tip of
P. J.'s cock and splattering down on his belly. Ribbon after ribbon of cum
coated his pants and stomach. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten ribbons of
hot cum covered the Armani and his hairy belly.

	P. J. lay there breathing hard and enjoying the release when he
heard the applause. He opened his eyes to see Scotty standing there in
shorts and a T-shirt. "Hey Cuz, looking hot."

	"Fuck you," P. J. Said. "If you hadn't told these goons I was
ticklish I might've won this bet."

	"Yeah, but you lost the bet," Steven said. He opened P. J.'s pants
and stripped them down, tossing them on the ground next to the lounge
chair.

	Scotty knelt next to the chair and rubbed his hand over P. J.'s cum
covered stomach, massaging his man juice into his hairy cousin's stomach
and chest. He stroked his hand down the length of P. J.'s body and groped
his semi-limp cock. "I see I missed some fun."

	"It's okay," Trevor said. "You're in time for the super soaker
enema."

	Scotty's eyes lit up. "Cool. This is gonna be fun to watch."

	"Guys can't we talk about this?" P. J. asked.

	"A bet's a bet," Steven said. "Don't worry. We're not gonna
actually stick the water cannon in your asshole, just shoot at it while you
spread your cheeks in acceptance."

	"A fitting humiliation," Scotty said.

	"Yeah, and having to do this in front of Scotty must be making you
feel even more humiliated," Steven added.

	"Just wait," P. J. replied, as Trevor released his hands from his
bonds.

	"Now kneel on the chair, spread your butt cheeks and accept your
losses," Steven ordered. "Three shots from each of us."

	"Including me," Scotty said.

	"No way," P. J. said. "He hasn't been here all afternoon and he's
not even naked."

	Scotty shrugged, tugged his T-shirt over his head and dropped his
shorts, standing there with his semi-hard cock exposed for them to see. "Is
this better?"

	P. J. snarled. "I'll let you take a shot if you agree to suck off
both Steven and Trevor while I watch."

	"Done deal," Scotty said.

	"While bound to the lounge chair like I was," P. J. added.

	Scotty hesitated.

	"Do it," Steven said. "Or we'll super soak you right now." He took
aim at Scotty's balls.

	"Okay, I'll do it. It'll be fun." Scotty said.

	You don't know the half of it, P. J. thought as the first blast
from the water cannon hit his exposed hole.

The end chapter 19
	

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