Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2004 22:45:49 EST From: Mnhowler@aol.com Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 9 You Lost The Bet - Chapter 9 By R. A. Swain Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior, and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material. If you like what you read here you may send feedback to mnhowler@aol.com <mailto:mnhowler@aol.com> or docswain@aol.com <mailto:docswain@aol.com> You may also check out my slash fiction at: <http://docswainslounge.warped.com> One of the things I enjoy about doing dares or taking bets is when they are done in places or at events you ordinarily wouldn't associate with such things. Several years ago one of my college buddies, Brian, was getting married. Myself and another buddy, J.D., stood up for him. Now Brian was always the super punctual type, so when we were at the church three hours before the ceremony, sitting in this little backroom, looking out at the empty parking lot, feeling hung over from the previous night's festivities, with Brian fidgeting about, pacing back and forth, and wondering if he should run before the ceremony started, we started reminiscing about our college days. Quickly enough talk turned to the bets and dares we'd all done. "You were always the one going the furthest on a bet," Brian said to me. "Oh, come on," I countered. "You played some pretty intense games yourself." "Yeah," Brian smiled. "I guess that's all over with now." "When's the last time you did a dare or took a bet?" I asked. Brian glanced out the window at the empty parking lot. "Well, I probably shouldn't tell you guys this, but I did a dare for Janice today." "Today?" J.D. and I both said. "Wait a minute," J.D. said. "You've been with us since last night. When did you see Janice? Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?" "We didn't see each other yet," Brian said. "We talked on the phone early this morning." "Oh?" I asked. I was intrigued, since I also knew his future bride, and took some grad classes with her. She was cool, but I didn't know she was that cool. "So what dare did you do?" Brian glanced at the floor. "Well, actually, I'm doing it all day. I'm freeballing." "No way!" J.D. and I said. "Show us." Brian hedged. "I'm not gonna show you," he said, with a laugh. "Come on," J.D. Said. "We've spent entire weekends naked together. Prove you're freeballing to your own wedding." Brian shrugged his shoulders, reached under his cummerbund and undid his tuxedo pants, lowering them to his knees, showing us his bare cock. "Satisfied?" J.D. and I nodded. "And Janice dared you to do this?" J.D. asked. "Yeah. She thought it would be fun if we both didn't wear anything under our clothes. She's not going to wear panties either." Brian smiled. "I guess my life with her won't be all that bad, as long as she gets into the things I get into." "Yeah," I said. "Hey!" Brian exclaimed. "I've got an idea. Why don't you guys freeball with me?" J.D. and I looked at him and then at each other. "You want us to freeball at your wedding?" I asked. "Sure, why not?" Brian asked. "Well, that would mean you owed us both a dare," I said. "I suppose it would," Brian said. "As long as you are copasetic with that," I said, "I'm up for it. How about you, J.D.?" "It's cool. What dares should he own us?" He asked. "Well, since Janice is cool with you doing dares," I said, "I want a photo of you on your honeymoon, naked on a beach, with a boner. When you come back from the honeymoon I expect to see that kind of photo." Brian smiled. "I'll try. I think I can manage that." I stood up and started to loosen my pants, toeing off my shoes and letting my trousers drop to my ankles. I pulled my boxers off, and pulled my pants up again. "What about you, J.D.?" Brian asked. "You got a dare for me?" J.D. smiled. "Well, since you're going to provide a naked boner photo from your honeymoon for P.J. here, I think I'd like one as well, only instead of being on the beach, I want a photo of you on your hotel room balcony, boned up and stroking, naked." "You're on dude," Brian said. J.D. loosened his pants, toed off his shoes, dropped his trousers and took off his boxer briefs. He too put his pants back on. We both sat down again. "Man, if you can't produce both photos for us, you owe us a penalty dare," J.D. said. "Like what?" Brian asked. "When you get back from the honeymoon, you get a guys night out. Poker at my place, only you'll have to be naked for the whole night, and instead of playing for money, you'll be playing stroke poker like we did back in college in the dorms." "Stroke poker," I said. "That's a very cool pay up for us." "You're on," Brian said. The wedding went off without a hitch, and we moved on to the reception. As we drank more during the evening, and got to mingle with several more of our college buddies, J.D. and I were feeling no pain. We met up with our other college buddy, Doug, and hung out for most of the evening. J.D. and I had a room in the hotel for the night because we knew neither of us would be in driving condition. Doug got wasted a bit as well, and we asked him to crash with us. As the reception ended, we hit the hotel bar for a nightcap. Once in the bar we discovered a video trivia game in the corner of the room. "Hey, you guys wanna play a round of trivia?" Doug asked. It was almost one AM, and the bar was open until two, but no one else was in the bar except for the bartender who looked really bored. "Okay," I said, after ordering a drink. "But losers of the game have to walk back to the room without their pants on." Doug laughed. "Deal. I haven't made a naked bet in weeks." "Well it's not exactly naked," I said. "Just without your pants when you lose." J.D. slapped me on the shoulder. "For you it'll be mostly naked when you lose." "Huh?" Doug asked. We explained to him that Brian had dared us to freeball. He laughed and we put some quarters into the machine. We would each play a round, and the guy with the highest score was the winner. Well, playing drunk was a big handicap for all three of us, but J.D. managed to win the game. The bartender told us he was closing up, and it was last call. We each ordered another drink, and headed out of the bar into the hallway by the elevators. "Okay guys," J.D. said. "You lost the bet, so pay up." Doug and I looked at each other. He reached for his suit pants and shucked them quickly as we waited for the elevator. He was wearing a suit jacket, dress shirt, tie, boxers, socks and shoes. They turned to me, and I looked around more nervously. No one was in the hallway. I quickly shucked my own pants, now mostly naked from the waist down. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. We practically jumped on. J.D. took his time. He got on the elevator and hit the button for the tenth floor. Then, as the elevator doors closed, he ran his hand down all the lower floor buttons. He smiled at us. "This'll be fun." Lucky for us it was around two in the morning, and no one seemed to be waiting for the elevator on any floor, but the thrill of the possibility had both Doug and I getting excited. My excitement showed more, as my cock grew harder with each pause at each floor. Doug's boxers just tented out more. We got to the tenth floor and headed down the hallway to the room. J.D. had the key. He took it out and held it for a moment. "Doug, I dare you to strip off your boxers before we enter the room," he said. Doug looked up and down the hallway and did as he was dared, revealing a thick beer can cock about eight inches long. J.D. started to put the key in the door and Doug stopped him. "Hold up a second. P.J. and I are hanging out here naked from the waist down, and we've both got wood, or at least semi-wood here. I dare you to strip down to nothing but your socks out here before we go into the room." J.D. didn't even blink. He toed off his shoes and shed his jacket, cummerbund, tie, and shirt in a flash. Then he loosened his trousers, and let them drop to the floor. "Satisfied?" He asked. Doug and I looked at each other. "Sort of," I said. "But you're not as hard as we are. How about getting it up for us before we enter the room?" J.D. paused. Then a smile crept across his face. "Okay, I'll get myself hard, but Doug has to strip off his jacket and shirt, and P.J., you have to lick Doug's balls while I stroke myself for one minute." "You fucker," I said. "You're on, but as soon as we get in the room, you'll be licking my balls for a minute." I dropped to my knees in the hotel hallway, and leaned in to Doug's cock and balls. I glanced at J.D. and saw his hand reaching for his cock, and felt Doug moving to remove his jacket and shirt. I busied myself with his smooth balls, noting to myself that he still shaved his balls. I licked and sucked on them, for what seemed like a lot longer than one minute. When I pulled back and looked up, J.D.'s cock was sticking straight up, and Doug was wearing only a necktie. I grabbed the key from J.D.'s hand and opened the door before anymore fairly public dares were issued in the hallway. Once inside the room I stripped off my jacket, tie and shirt and fell back on the bed closest to the window. "Hey, J.D., time to pay up on your last dare. Lick my balls," I said. J.D. crawled up from the bottom of the bed between my legs and looked down at my cock and balls. He looked up at me. "I dare you to suck on Doug's cock while I lick your balls. Doug, get on your knees over his face and feed P.J. your schlong. Oh, and before you do it, open the curtains. I dare you to get sucked off in front of the open window." Doug pulled the curtains opened and all three of us looked out the window. Across the street was another hi-rise, and some of the apartments still had lights on. We had lights on in our room as well, and if anyone looked over, we were going to be putting on a show for them. The thought didn't bother me and I know it didn't bother Doug, who was an exhibitionist from the time I met him. I was surprised at J.D. because he never really got into such a public display other than a few dares in college. The feeling of J.D.'s mouth on my balls distracted me. I lay back and Doug straddled my face. I looked up at his huge thick cock and raised my head up to it slightly, until I could take the tip in my mouth. I felt J.D. running his hands over my chest and pinching my nipples. He tugged at the hair and ran his fingernails gently across my stomach. I was trying my best to take as much of Doug's cock down my throat as possible, and Doug was obliging by fucking my face. I wanted to moan as I felt J.D.'s mouth take my cock all the way down his throat, and felt his teeth very gently scrape against my skin as his head bobbed up and down. He definitely knew how to give good head. Soon we forgot about the bets and Doug leaned forward joining J.D. in sucking my cock. The feeling of both guys licking and sucking my cock, with Doug's cock thrusting into my mouth, was fantastic. I felt him shift from my cock, and glanced down to see J.D. move around to let Doug start sucking on his long thin cock. We fell into a natural daisy chain, and our hands and mouths explored each other as they had many years ago in college. We switched positions and I took over sucking J.D., and Doug took over my cock. We switched on and off several times, before Doug rolled over and shot his load. He reached down and pumped out several ribbons of cum across his stomach and up his chest. Then he reached for my cock and jerked me off while I continued to suck J.D. I felt myself cumming, but with my mouth full of J.D., I couldn't warn him. I just let it go, feeling him squeeze my cock harder and stroke me faster as he pumped shot after shot out of me. J.D. pulled back from my mouth and, kneeling over me, began shooting his own load across my chest. I looked up and saw his cum flying out on to me. I ran my hands over his balls while he pumped his shaft, and watched his cum oozing out. All three of us lay back breathing heavily. Finally Doug stood up. "I need a shower," he said. "We all do," I said. "You think there's room in the shower for all three of us?" J.D. asked. "Only one way to find out," I said, reaching for his cock and leading him to the bathroom. "What are you smiling at?" My assistant, Jeff, asked, bring my attention back to the moment. "Just a memory of something I did a few years ago," I said. I looked around the bar. The lunch crowd was almost gone. "We'd better start heading back to the office." "In a minute," Jeff said. "Do you wanna play a game of trivia?" He gestured to the big freestanding video game in the corner of the bar. "Okay," I said. "Are we betting?" I already knew the answer, but felt like asking anyway. "You up for it?" Jeff countered. "Name the stakes," I shot back. Jeff smiled. "Loser hangs his balls out of his fly before he walks out of the bar, and then hangs his cock out as well during the drive back to the office." "You're on," I said. "Only while the loser's cock is out, the winner can play with it as much as he wants on the drive back to the office. The loser can't cum." "Deal," Jeff said. We began the game. I pretty much managed to kick Jeff's ass. It was close for a couple questions, but soon enough I had him, literally, by the balls. Since we were in the darken corner of the bar, I reached over, unzipped Jeff's fly, reached into his pants and felt around in his loose fitting boxers for his balls. Jeff kept looking over my shoulder at the barroom, but the few people in the place didn't notice us, or if the did, they enjoyed the show. I casually tugged on Jeff's balls for a moment, and then pulled them out of his fly, and made sure they were hanging low and swinging. We headed out of the bar, and across the parking lot to my car. I kept looking back at Jeff's balls as they swung back and forth across the front of his dark brown slacks. Once in the car I reached over and slid my hand into Jeff's pants again. This time I wrapped my fingers around his growing cock, and withdrew it. "Lucky for me you don't have a convertible," he joked. "Lucky," I said, stroking his shaft a few times. His cock grew in my hand to its full length. The drive back to our office was enjoyable, especially for me as I got to fondle Jeff's cock, bringing him to the edge at least once while we cruised through the park. I reminded him that he couldn't cum, and he'd have to endure my manhandling his cock for a couple more blocks. "I don't know if I can hold out that long," he moaned. I squeezed my fingers around his shaft and pumped him a couple of times, rubbing my thumb across his tip. "If you don't you'll owe me. Got any plans for this evening?" "Just going to the gym, why?" "If you cum before we get to the office, I'll go to the gym with you tonight, and you'll workout without wearing a jockstrap, and afterwards, in the locker room, you'll have to get hard and stay hard until we leave. That means in the shower, the sauna, wherever we are, you'll have to be boned up," I said. Jeff moaned again. "If I hold out until the office, you'll be the one working out without a jockstrap and boned up at the gym." "Deal," I said. My hand moved more rapidly over Jeff's shaft, my fingers running the full length from tip to balls. I occasionally would squeeze the tip roughly, but not too rough, and pump his shaft in short jerking motions. I pulled into the parking lot of the office. "I win," Jeff said. "Yeah, I guess you did," I said, still pumping his cock. I squeezed it one more time as I brought the car to a stop in my parking space, and he shot off his load against my windshield. I continued to pump his cock as more and more cum shot out. Jeff arched his hips upward, and thrust his cock into my hand. Cum was landing all over his pants. "Damn," he sighed as he relaxed in my hand. He reached in the glove compartment for tissues, and began cleaning himself up. "That was intense. I'm gonna enjoy the gym tonight." End Chapter 9 If you like what you read here you may send feedback to mnhowler@aol.com <mailto:mnhowler@aol.com> or docswain@aol.com <mailto:docswain@aol.com> You may also check out my slash fiction at: <http://docswainslounge.warped.com>