Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 23:17:57 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 2

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

Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit
sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. While
there is incest involved, it is between consenting adults, and not the
complete focus of the story. Also any unsafe sexual acts are for the
enjoyment of the read, but not advocated by the author. Always play
safe. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior, and
claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material. copyright 2004.

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	Memories of the weekend at the lake with my cousins and brother
kept my mind busy at work. Yeah, I'm a good employee, but sometimes I get
distracted. As I said, I've always been lucky in finding likeminded guys
who enjoyed a good bet, dare or strip game. My current work buddy, Jeff
McCall, is my assistant in the graphics department of the advertising firm
where I toil away my life when I'm not playing.

	Jeff is about twenty-eight, lean with a swimmer's build, short
cropped brown hair, and brown eyes. He had a mustache when he started
working with me, but got rid of it one day. I asked him about having shaved
it off, because a lot of guys are very attached to mustaches and beards. He
told me he did it on a dare.

	My ears perked up the minute I heard the word `dare.' I told him it
sounded interesting, and that I enjoyed a good dare or bet every now and
again. I saw the flicker in his eyes and knew we might become good
friends. It was soon after that conversation we ended up having to work
late one night.

	"This is boring," Jeff said. "We need an ad that'll catch the
consumer's interest."

	"Why don't we just dare them to try it?" I asked, half joking.

	Jeff smiled. "The soft drink that dares you to try it? That could
work. Would you try it on a dare?"

	I laughed. "There are a lot of things I'd do on a dare or bet."

	"You mentioned that once before," he said. "What kind of things
would you do?"

	I sat up in my chair, and leaned on my desk. "A lot of different
things. I'm always open to suggestion. I try to keep my exploits down to
things that won't get me arrested, leave permanent marks, or harm anyone."

	Jeff leaned back in the leather chair in front of my desk, and
stretched his arms over his head. "I'm pretty much the same. I enjoy a good
bet or dare. Hey, what's the wildest thing you've done on a dare?"

	I smiled. "If I tell you mine, you've got to tell me yours."

	"Agreed."

	"Okay. I've done a lot of things conventional guys might think of
as wild. I don't know if I can narrow it down to one particular thing being
the wildest, but one of the wildest was losing a bet to my brother when he
was in college. He worked in one of those convenience stores that really
weren't convenient since it closed at midnight. The bet was on a college
basketball game. The loser would have to finish stocking the walk-in
refrigerator, the one with the sodas and juice and stuff, wearing only his
sneakers and socks."

	Jeff laughed. "Man, you did that?"

	"I started to, but it was colder than I thought it would be, so I
begged John, my brother, to let me get dressed to finish or let me do
something else. He was creative. He said he'd finish stocking the cooler,
but I had to do the sweep and mop, still wearing only my sneakers and
socks. Then he added, since I chickened out of the cooler bet, I had to do
the sweep and mop with a hard on."

	Jeff howled. "That's too funny. Your own brother forced you to get
a boner?"

	I nodded. "So what's your wildest dare?" I leaned back in my chair
and watched his eyes as he told me his wildest dare.

	"Mine's not near as funny as yours, but a bit more public. And I
lost a bet to my older brother as well." Jeff stretched his legs out in
front of him, and leaned back again. "We were playing a drinking game with
some of his friends, a mixed group, and I lost. He dared me to strip naked
and go out in our backyard on our trampoline and bounce for ten minutes."

	I chuckled. "I would've liked to see that."

	Jeff winked at me. "I was hot for a nineteen year old."

	I'll bet you were, I thought. "So you did it?" I asked.

	"Yeah," Jeff said. "A dare's a dare, a bet's a bet. But what I
didn't expect was for his friends to videotape me doing it. The whole
having to do it in front of about ten or so people also gave me a raging
hard on. Worse yet, they hid my clothing, and wouldn't let me get dressed
for the rest of the evening. I was young, naked, and horned up by that
point. So they made me walk around for about two more hours with a boner."

	Now it was my turn to howl with laughter. "Sounds like we've got so
similar stories."

	"You've got others?" He asked, sitting up and adjusting himself
slightly.

	"You?" I countered.

	He nodded. "So why don't we take a break from this, order a pizza
and talk?"

	We did talk, a bit more about the ad and a lot more about different
bets and dares we'd done. After the pizza arrived we ate and worked for
another two hours. Finally Jeff stretched and yawned. "Hey P.J., how about
another break?"

	"Yeah," I said, standing and stretching myself.

	Jeff grabbed the foam basketball from the corner of the couch and
tossed it to me. "Wanna play for a few minutes?"

	I tossed him the ball. "Okay." I said, letting him take the lead. I
had my hopes of where I wanted this to go, but figured I'd follow his lead
for a while.

	"Bet you can't make the same shot I do," He said.

	I smiled. "What's the bet?"

	Jeff paused. "You make the shot, I lose, you miss the shot, and you
lose."

	"And?" I pushed. I think he new what I was hinting at, and he was
good at catching my hints.

	"Loser walks out to the elevators and back with his cock hanging
out of his fly," Jeff said.

	"Just a quick walk?" I asked.

	Jeff smiled. "With your cock hanging out of your fly," he smirked
and added, "fully hard."

	"You're on."

	He stepped back and took aim at the basket on the wall by the
bookcase. The ball went in the air and bounced off the rim. "Damn, I
missed." He looked at me.

	I laughed. "Then you get a penalty," I said.

	"What?"

	"A penalty, for each miss. Take your shirt off," I told him.

	Jeff looked at me. He put the ball down and reached for his tie. I
shook my head. "Leave the tie on," I said. He moved his hand down the row
of buttons on the front of his shirt, revealing a very hairy chest. He
tugged the shirt off and tossed it on the couch, picked up the ball and
tossed it at the net. This time it went in.

	"Yeah," he said. "Now make that one."

	I stepped over to the spot he had been standing on, and slowly took
aim at the basket. I closed my eyes and tossed the ball. I opened my eyes
and watched it bounce on the rim, and fall away. "Damn," I murmured.

	Jeff laughed again. "Dude, you lost the bet."

	"Yeah, yeah, I know," I said. "Give me a second here. I reached
down for my fly and unzipped it. Sliding my hand into my jockey's, I groped
my cock and pulled it out in front of Jeff. This was the first time he was
seeing my cock. I was a little self-conscious.

	"Fully hard," he reminded me.

	I knew I was only semi-hard at best. I stared straight into his
eyes and stroked my cock for a few moments, and soon it was sticking
straight up.

	"Now do the walk, dude," Jeff said with a smile.

	Wearing my white dress shirt, and navy blue slacks, and my half
tied tie, with my cock sticking out the fly of my pants and pointing
straight up toward my stomach, I strolled out of my office and through the
rows of desks and cubicles to the elevator bank. Jeff followed me out and
watched me paying up on the bet.

	I reached the elevator bank and turned to see him leaning against a
cubicle, shirtless, with a blue necktie hanging across his hairy and
muscular chest. He applauded. "Very nice."

	I walked back to the cubicles where he stood. "Enough of a break?"
I asked.

	"Almost," he said. "One more thing. I dare you to work the rest of
the evening with your cock hanging and hard."

	I met his stare. "You're on, but I dare you to take your pants off
and work wearing only the tie and whatever underwear you have on."

	Jeff's eyes never left mine as he reached for his belt. He slipped
his loafers off and tugged his zipper down. Stepping back slightly he
unsnapped his pants and held his hands up. His slacks fell to his ankles
and my eyes widened.

	"Man, you're freeballing." I was surprised. Not often did I do that
myself under a business suit.

	Jeff smiled. "You caught me on a good day."

	I let my eyes wander over his body. His chest hair went fully down
to his stomach and trailed into a neatly trimmed pubic nest. My eyes
lingered on his semi-soft penis for a moment, and then I realized his balls
were smooth. "You shave?"

	"Just my balls, unless I make a bet for more," he said.

	We walked back to the office as we were. Damn, I thought, his
shaved balls got me. Yup, another turn on. And that started at the cabin
with my cousins and brother as well.

	I thought back on what happened the following day after our initial
strip poker game.

	We all got up late, being hung over, and grabbed shorts and headed
down to the lake to swim and play, and lay in the sun. It was pretty
deserted at the beach portion, so we had the area to ourselves. Of course
being alone out there lead to more dares from Scotty and John. They dared
Joey and I to go skinny-dipping.

	Naturally we countered that dare by daring them to do the same. It
didn't take long before we were horsing around in the water, naked, and
boning up from all the crotch grabbing. After a while we tired and went to
lie on the beach in the sun. While we were lying there Scotty and John were
talking about seeing a guy in their college dorm, in the showers, shaving
his pubes.

	"Why would a guy do that?" I asked.

	"He might be on the swim team," Scotty said. "Or he just might like
the smooth feeling of his balls without hair."

	"Have you ever shaved down there?" I asked.

	"Yeah, several times." Scotty answered me. He reached down and
tugged on his semi boner. "I like the smooth feeling, and I like how good
it feels to have my smooth balls licked and sucked."

	"Yeah?" I asked. "How about doing the licking and sucking?"

	He sat up. "What've you got in mind?"

	"I dare you to shave my balls when we get back to the cabin, and
then lick and suck on them," I challenged.

	Scotty looked at me. "I'll do it, if you give your brother a
blowjob right here on the beach, right now."

	John sat up and looked around. "We aren't totally alone," he said,
gesturing toward the far end of the beach where we could see a couple
people laying on beach towels.

	Scott glanced in their direction. "They aren't paying any attention
to us," he said, adding, "Don't you want P.J. to blow you?"

	John leaned back on his elbows. "I'll let him, if he'll do it." He
spread his legs to emphasis his willingness. I moved slowly across the sand
and positioned myself between John's legs. Lowering my head I took his cock
in my mouth. It was much wider than Scotty's, probably the widest thing I
had in my mouth to that date. I knew I couldn't get it all in my mouth, no
matter how much I wanted to, because it was just too wide.

	This didn't stop me from running my tongue along the shaft and down
to his balls. He had some sand on him, and I spit it out. All three guys
laughed, but John placed his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed
downward. I felt his strong grip palming my skull, and guiding me up and
down. I liked the feeling of his hand on my head. It was comforting.

	It seemed like forever before I felt him tensing up and he bucked
his hips up. "I'm cumming," he moaned. I pulled back, and squeezed his
shaft hard and pumped it, watching the tip of his cock pulse and jerk
slightly and then seeing the first ribbon of white hot cum shoot up in the
air. Then another, and another, and finally he panted and his cum was just
dribbling out the tip and down his shaft and over my hand.

	"Oh yeah," Joey whispered. "That was hot."

	"Just wait until later," I said. "You'll be putting on a show with
Scotty."

	"Oh will I?"

	"Wanna bet you won't?"

End of Chapter 2

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