Date: Mon, 28 Jun 2004 23:08:00 EDT From: Mnhowler@aol.com Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 17 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 or docswain@aol.com You may also check out my slash fiction at: 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 If you like what you read here you may send feedback to mnhowler@aol.com or docswain@aol.com You may also check out my slash fiction at: