Date: Mon, 1 Nov 2004 00:26:11 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 20

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You Lost The Bet - Chapter 20
By R. A. Swain


	Sometimes a bet or dare is made all the more fun because of the
location, location, location.


	P.J. pulled up into the parking lot of the office building on the
South side of the office park. Joey, his cousin was standing outside
leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette. "It's about time," he
said, tossing the cigarette down and stamping it out.

	"You're so welcome for my going out of my way to pick you up after
work." P.J.'s voice oozed sarcasm.

	"Sorry," Joey replied. "It's just Friday, and you know how much I
hate being without a car."

	"Yeah, I do. So when is you car going to be out of the shop?"

	"Soon, I hope. So, what's the plan for tonight?"

	P.J. shrugged. "I'm pretty much open to most anything. "

	Joey smiled. "Yeah, you are. As a matter of fact, I seem to
remember you saying that same thing Wednesday night, in the bar, when you
lost at darts."

	P.J. scowled. "I'm surprised you can remember Wednesday night. As I
remember I had to pour you into my car and drive you home."

	"That you did, Cuz, and I'm grateful. Although, I don't remember
you paying up when you lost that bet Wednesday night."

	P.J. was silent for a moment. "Well, you were so drunk, I really
couldn't pay up."

	"Now what was that bet again?" Joey asked.

	P.J. stepped on the gas and drove out of the parking lot and headed
through the office park. "Um, I don't seem to remember."

	"Yeah, I figured it might slip your mind," Joey said, "But I'm good
at remembering the stakes, and as I recall we were playing for the loser's
pants for the rest of the evening."

	P.J. sighed, realizing where Joey was heading. "Yeah, I do remember
something about loser having to take his pants off for the rest of the
evening."

	"Yes, and since you didn't pay up that night, you owe me."
	P.J. sighed again. "I suppose you want me to pay up tonight?"

	Joey smiled. "Well, since you do owe me, I figured tonight would be
as good as any night to pay up. However, since you didn't pay up that
night, I claim rights to up the bet."

	"What? It was your fault I didn't pay up. You were so drunk I had
to drive you home. I don't know how you even managed to win."

	"Tut, tut, Cuz. These are just our standard rules," Joey said
sweetly.

	P.J. took a deep breath. "Okay, so what do you want?"

	"Nothing too dramatic," Joey said. "I want your pants, and whatever
you're wearing beneath them off, now. You'll stay that way, bare bottomed
for the rest of the evening at my apartment. All you'll be allowed to wear
is your shirt, tie, socks and shoes."

	"That's it?" P.J. asked. "Just hang out with you, naked from the
waist down, at your apartment for the whole night?"

	Joey smiled. "You've got to take your pants off now, on the ride
home."

	P.J. looked about at the usual Friday night traffic. It was getting
toward dark. "You want me to strip my pants off here, in the car, in
traffic?"

	Joey giggled. "Yup. Pants and underwear."

	P.J. took another deep breath. "Okay, at the next light they come
off," he said. As he spoke he reached down and began opening his belt. He
popped the button on his navy blue slacks, and worked the zipper open. As
the car came to a stop at the next traffic signal, he loosed his seatbelt
for a moment, and in a swift move, bucked his hips upward, and shucked his
slacks and his boxer shorts to his knees. He then lowered them down his
calves, and slipped them off his feet. He slipped his feet back in his
loafers, and refastened his safety belt.

	Joey beamed with glee. "This is gonna be fun."

	As they drove along in the steady stream of traffic, P.J. paced his
car so that he wasn't really along side of anyone who could look over from
the passenger side and see him sitting there naked from the waist down. At
least, he tried to pace his car as to avoid being spotted naked. He was
doing pretty well, until he fell behind a slower driver, and wound up at a
traffic light right next to a truck.

	He glanced, as casually as he could, up at the drive who he could
see was a young guy, probably in his twenties, staring straight down into
the car. He saw the driver roll his window down, and then watched Joey roll
down his window.

	"Damn man, you're pant less," the driver said.

	"Yeah, he is." Joey said. "He lost a bet to me, and now he's paying
up."

	A car horn caught their attention. The light had changed. "Hey,
will you guys pull off at the rest stop up the road with me? I really wanna
talk." The driver was almost panting.

	Joey looked at P.J. "You want to, Cuz?"

	P.J. looked up at the scruffily handsome young driver. "Okay, we'll
follow you." He felt his cock getting slightly hard at the thought of maybe
hooking up with the truck drive.

	They drove toward the highway a rest stop with which P.J. was
familiar. He pulled off the road behind the truck and then parked alongside
the 18-wheeler. He and Joey sat in the car, waiting for the trucker to
climb down out of his cab and cross the several feet between his truck and
P.J. sedan.

	The drive walked slowly across the distance between his truck and
P.J.'s car, swaggering slightly in his tight jeans and wife beater. He
stopped at P.J.'s window and leaned down. "I'm Hank."

	"P.J., and this here's my cousin Joey."

	"Damn, I can't believe my luck," Hank said. "I've always fantasized
about seeing a naked guy driving along, and getting him to stop and talk to
me."

	"Well, here I am, sort of," P.J., replied. "You've never seen one
before? A naked driver, I mean?"

	"I've seen a few guys jerkin' off while drivin' down the highway,
but you're the first one I had the chance to actually talk to," Hank
answered. "So you lost a bet to your cousin?"

	"Yeah, I did. I have to be naked from the waist down for the rest
of the evening."

	"Damn. That's hot. Anything else?"

	"I'm sure Joey will dare me to do something else." P.J. said.

	Hank casually stood up and scratched his belly, letting his hand
drift down over his crotch and giving it a squeeze before leaning down
again. "What might Joey dare you to do?"

	Joey smiled. "Do you like dares, Hank?"

	"Hell yes," Hank said. "I love bets and dares."

	Joey looked at P.J. "Well, I might dare my cousin here to get out
of the car and walked around it, playing with himself while he does it."

	Hank's eyes lit up. "You might?"

	Joey could see he had Hank hooked. "I might, if say, you took a
dare first."

	Hank looked across the car through the driver's window. "What kind
of dare?"

	Joey's eyes locked with Hank's. "Well, I wouldn't want my cousin to
do something risky with a stranger unless the stranger was willing to do
something equally as risky. It only seems fair."

	Hank paused and looked around the rest stop. No other cars or
trucks at the moment, and just a dim streetlight out at the
highway. Another light over the pisser doors about one hundred feet
away. "Are you daring me to take my pants off out here and walk around the
car playing with my cock?"

	"It only seems fair," Joey said. "After all, you've seen
P.J. without pants."

	Hank looked back toward the highway. He knew he was far enough from
the roadway to be safe, and unseen in the darkening evening. "I haven't
seen you without pants yet," he countered.

	Joey paused. "Fair enough." He got out of the car and walked around
to the driver's side right next to Hank. "We'll talk our pants off at the
same time. Deal?"

	Hank smiled. "Deal." He reached for his belt as Joey reached for
his. The two men opened their belts, then Joey undid his slacks, while Hank
unsnapped his jeans and popped open his button fly. Hank's eyes widened as
he realized Joey was going commando. "Damn, you're not wearing any
underpants beneath that suit."

	"That's right," Joey said with a smile and he slipped off his
loafer and stepped out of his pants. "I see you're freeballin' yourself."

	Hank realized he was standing with his jeans down around his
knees. He toed off his sneakers and slipped his jeans off. Both men stood
by the car, sizing each other up. "There was more to this dare than just
takin' off pants," he said.

	"Yes there was," P.J. said. He opened his driver's side door and
climbed out to join his cousin and the lean, slightly hairy trucker. "As I
recall, you two were going to join me on a walk around the car playing with
yourselves." With that, P.J. began stroking his growing cock, and walking
around in front of the two men. Hank looked at Joey, who had grabbed his
flaccid cock and was stroking himself.

	"Your turn, Hank," Joey said.

	Hank took his semi-hard obviously eight inch long, five-inch wide
cock with a mushroom tip in his slender hand and begin tugging on it while
the two men watched him. The three men stood facing each other, stroking
their cocks, several hundred feet from the highway, in the growing
darkness, barely able to see one another, stroking their cocks for each
other's entertainment.

	"I might dare you to stroke me," Hank said to P.J. "If you'll dare
your cousin to stroke on you?"

	P.J. laughed. "Joey, I dare you to stroke my cock for a few
minutes."

	Joey reached over and took P.J.'s cock in his hand, and watched as
P.J. reached for Hank's cock. He glanced at Hank. "I dare you to stroke on
me for a few minutes."

	Now hank reached for Joey. They stood, a few inches apart, in a
circle, jerking each other's shafts. "Damn, can we take this into the
pisser?" Hank asked.

	"I don't see why not?" P.J. replied. The three men walked across
the parking lot bare assed toward the rest room. A small building with a
urinal and a toilet with the word "men" carved over the door. The women's
room was on the opposite side of the lot.

	The smell inside was rank. A mixture of piss, and bad air
freshener, among other scents. Before P.J. or Joey could say anything, Hank
was on his knees in front of them, stroking Joey, and sucking on P.J.

	"Oh yeah," P.J. moaned. "That's hot. Yes, suck my cock."

	Hank switched back and forth between Joey and P.J., sucking and
jerking on both of their cocks. He paused for a moment and looked up ant
them. "I want you guys to cum on me. Cum on my chest, on my T-shirt. I want
to wear it for the rest of my ride."

	He went back to sucking and jerking on the two cousins for several
more minutes until P.J. grunted. "I'm getting close."

	Hank turned to Joey, and sucked on his cock while jerking P.J. more
rapidly. P.J. moaned again. And Hank turned to watch P.J. blow a load on
Hank's T-shirt. Spurt after spurt, cum shot out of his cock onto the
trucker's chest.

	"Yeah," Joey whispered, and pulled back so Hank could watch him
shoot his load onto Hank's chest as well. He felt Hank squeezing his balls
as the final spurt landed on the now soaked T-shirt.

	"Damn, that was hot." Hank said. He stood up and stroked his own
cock several times until he blew his own load up his flat stomach and onto
his T-shirt. Joey and P.J. just stood there watching.

	"And that's how we met Hank," P.J. said to Jeff and Scotty, as he
dealt the cards around the boardroom table in his office. "I'm just glad
Hank could join us tonight."

	Hank leaned forward and picked up the cards before him. "I ain't
never played strip poker in some guy's office before, and when P.J. asked
me to join y'all after I called him, I just couldn't resist. That night
with Joey and him was amazing."

	"Yeah, my little brother can be intense." Scotty replied. He tossed
down two cards. "I can't wait to see what's under those jeans."

	Hank smiled. "Feelings mutual. Looks like Jeffy here isn't doing
too well." He eyed P.J.'s friend and assistant who was already sitting in
nothing more than his boxers.

	"Yeah, well, we'll see after this hand. You might be freeballing
under your jeans." Jeff said, scratching his chin with the edge of the
cards.

	P.J. dealt out the next cards, very aware that he was freeballing
under his dress slacks, and unless he won this hand, he would be
naked. "Cards?" He asked Hank.

	"I'm good."

	"I call," Scotty said. He looked across the table at Hank. "What
you got, cowboy?"

	"He's got a lot," P.J. said with a smirk.

	Hank pawed his crotch and laughed. "Yeah, I do." He placed his
cards down, revealing three queens.

	"Fuck," P.J. muttered.

	"I second that," Jeff said.

	"I'll third that," Scotty added. He and P.J. stood up and peeled
off their pants while Jeff removed his boxers. Scotty still had his boxers
on.

	"Looks like it's you and me," Hank said. "Unless we let these guys
play for dares?"

	"Naked guys are playing for dares," Scotty said. "I think they are
playing for blowing the winner of this hand."

	"You're on," P.J. said.

	"Yup," Jeff added. Both he and P.J. sat again,

	"Hey, Jeff," Scotty said. "I've got a side bet for you."

	"Yeah?"

	"If you lose this hand, not only do you blow the winner, but you
put on a five minute jerk off show, laying on the table, stroking your
cock, and shoving a finger up your ass."

	"You're on," Jeff replied. "And if I win this hand, you put on the
jerk off show."

	"Deal." Scotty said, picking up the cards Hank dealt him. He eyed
them, and dropped two. He picked up his replacements and lowered his left
hand to his crotch, kneading his cock through his boxers.

	P.J. took two cards, and so did Jeff. As the men lowered their card
to the table Jeff smiled. "Alright Scotty. Let's see you get naked and put
on that jerk off show."

	Scotty shrugged and stood up. He lowered his boxers and climbed up
on the table. He lay back, and began tugging on his cock, while P.J., Jeff
and Hank, who also lost his jeans, stood over him. They stroked their cocks
while watching Scotty stroke himself, and play with his ass.

	"Since I'm the over all winner here, I think Scotty should rotate
around the table, sucking on all of our cocks, and then let us blow our
loads on him," P.J. said.

	"Me first," Jeff said, thrusting his hips forward as Scotty wiggled
around to take his long smooth cock into his mouth. "Oh yeah, dude. Suck
it."

	Scotty licked and sucked on Jeff, while stroking himself. Hank and
P.J. moved closer together, and began stroking each other while watching
Scotty's show. He released Jeff from his mouth and moved around to take
Hank in his mouth, while Jeff resumed stroking himself.

	"Oh man, you suck better than your brother," Hank said in a horse
tone. He thrust his cock fucking Scotty's mouth.

	Again, Scotty released Hank's cock, and shifted to take P.J. in his
mouth. "Yeah, Cuz, suck me. Suck me hard." He knew how good Scotty was at
working his tongue around his cock, and he wanted to enjoy it as much as he
could. It wasn't long before he felt cum building up within his balls.

	"I'm close," he warned.

	"So am I," Jeff said.

	"Me too," Hank whispered.

	"Then go for it, guys," Scotty said, moving to center himself in
the middle of all three men. "I'm your cumrag for tonight. Blow your load
on me. Do it! Now!" He squeezed his own cock and frigged his ass with three
fingers, bucking his hips in the air as cum shot out his tip and over his
chest and stomach.

	P.J. groaned at the sight of Scotty's first spurt of cum shooting
out onto his chest and stomach, and his cock started to spurt. Hank and
Jeff joined in on the circle jerk shoot off, and blew their loads, spurt
after spurt, until Scotty's chest and stomach were covered in cum. All four
men slowed their stroking, until they were panting and breathing hard, and
feeling very released.

	"Damn, that was hot." Said Hank.

	"Yeah," Scotty said, rubbing his hand over his cum covered
chest. "Now how many more times tonight can you guys manage to blow a load
on me?"

	"I'm willing to shoot several more," Jeff said.

	"Me too," Hank added.

	"You know I'm up for it," said P.J.

End Chapter 20

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