Date: Sun, 25 Jan 2004 22:33:47 EST From: Mnhowler@aol.com Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 5 You Lost The Bet - Chapter 5 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 or docswain@aol.com You may also check out my slash fiction at: As I've said, there is something about the phrase "you lost the bet," that just sets my groin a hopping. However, there is also a competitive thrill I get from much of the process of betting and daring, and winning and losing. While I credit my brother John for goading me into my first naked bet with him, and my cousins Scotty and Joey for really getting me into the nudity and sex at a time in my life when it was most appreciated, I also have to give credit to my college room mate, Chris. If not for him I don't know if I would've gotten the competitive spirit of the games. Chris and I met our freshman year in college, and hit it off right away. We were both from the area, but he went to a private high school while I attended the public school system. When we were paired up for a room it was just a coincidence, but a happy one. You see Chris was possibly the most competitive person I would ever meet, and the horniest person next to myself. Now it isn't that I'm sexually obsessive, or compulsive, or whatever they want to label it, it's just that I enjoy sex. I enjoy sex a lot. Chris was the same way. It didn't take us long to figure out our mutual enjoyment of bets and dares. The first week we were in college there was a party in our dorm, and it degenerated into a small group of us playing truth or dare at three AM. After that night Chris and I had somehow managed to capture the title of Kings of the Dares. As it were, most of the dares from that game were fairly tame compared to what we would do later on, but in all fairness to the rest of the people playing it should be noted they were all just beginning to explore their limits in life. Chris and I had done many of the easy dares and after the party, both of us slightly drunk from the illegal brews we had smuggled into the party, we lay on our bunks in our dorm room and ended up with the inevitable dare of jerking off in front of each other. Needless to say we both did that, and from that point on we were best buds. Chris was extremely creative with his games and bets. My best example of this is the rubber band game. I was sitting in front of my computer typing homework as usual, trying to get ahead of the professors, when I felt a rubber band hit me in the back of the neck. "What the fuck?" I asked, turning to face Chris on his bunk. Chris sat there smiling. "I've got a game in mind, if you've got the balls to play it," he said. He always made everything into a challenge like that, assuming I wouldn't have the courage to take his challenges. He knew I would, but the point was, he needed to make it a challenge for himself. "Lay it on me," I replied. Chris laughed. "Cool. Here it is. We take turns shooting rubber bands at each others balls." "Ouch." "Yeah, but a cool kind of ouch," he said. "We'll use these thin rubber bands, and we hold our cocks out of the way so we each have a open shot at the other guy's balls." "How do you think this stuff up?" I asked. "Don't you want to give it a shot?" "I didn't say that," I replied. "All I wondered is where you come up with these ideas? And while I'm at it, obviously there's a way of winning this game?" His smile broadened. "We each take ten shots at a time. For every direct hit on an opponent the opponent owes the other guy one minute of head. Whoever has the most direct hits on an opponent wins the round and gets head." "Let me get this straight," I said, trying to grasp what he just explained. "If I hit you ten times on the balls with rubber bands, you'll suck my dick for ten minutes?" "Yeah," Chris answered. "But if you only hit me five time, and I hit you ten times, then you will suck my cock for ten minutes." "You'll blow a load if I suck you that long," I said. "Yeah, I would, but there's more. We each sit on opposite sides of the room, naked from the waist down, and we each get ten rubber bands. The chances of us having ten direct hits are slim, and the chances of us both getting the same number of hits on our opponent are slim. So whoever has the most hits wins the round, the loser pays up, and then we go for another round. "Now it's possible to win two rounds in a row, but that's part of the risk. So the loser of each round will only give the winner the number of minutes of head the winner won. We'll keep playing round after round until one of us blows his load," Chris finished explaining. I sat and pondered this for a moment. "And after the winner blows his load, what happens to the loser?" Chris smiled. "How about the loser has to walk down to the shower room naked with his cock hard and jerkoff in there?" "What if someone is in there?" I asked. Chris just laughed. "Then they get a free show. Unless you don't have the balls for this." I'll admit I was intrigued. The sting of the rubber band actually felt kind of hot. "You're on," I said. "Cool, strip off your pants, and sit back on your bunk with your legs spread. Then hold your cock out of the way," Chris instructed. He stood up and stripped off his boxers, sitting on his bunk just as he had instructed me to do. He was naked, but I kept my t-shirt on. He handed me ten rubber bands from the box he had, and counted out ten for himself. "Who goes first?" I asked. "Since it was my idea, I should get first shot at you," he said. "All right," I hesitated, but figured I didn't want to show him I was hedging. I dropped my jeans and stripped off my boxer-briefs. The cinderblock wall behind my back was cool, but I wasn't distracted by it. I watched Chris take the first of the rubber bands and stretch it out, aiming toward my crotch, 12 feet away. He let go of the projectile, and zing, it missed my balls but hit my hand. "Ouch. That stings a bit," I said. "Yeah." He smirked as he said it. I watched him line up his second shot. Dammit if he didn't get a direct hit. The game was definitely underway. He managed to get three more direct hits, before running out of rubber bands. "That's four minutes of head you owe me," he said. "Unless I get more direct hits on you," I replied. He leaned back against the wall again, spread his legs and moved his semi-hard dick aside. My own dick was almost full up, and I admit the occasional sting of the rubber band helped it grow. I took aim on my target, let the rubber band snap, and missed. I tried again, and again. I was going to be sucking at this game, literally, I thought. I managed to get three direct hits on Chris. He laughed a little. "Dude, you lost round one. Come over here and lick my balls." I got up from my bunk and crossed the room. Chris had a similar build to myself, tall and thin, with a bit of hair on his chest, but not much. His cock on the other hand was beautiful. We hadn't done any measuring at that point, but I could tell it wasn't quite as long as mine. It was thin, and pointed straight up. His balls were smooth, and round, and small. It dawned on me at that point I presented a bigger target for Chris, with my rather hefty balls. I knelt between his legs and leaned forward. "Four minutes," I said. Chris took his watch and set the timer function. "Go," he said. I leaned down and took his cock between my lips. Slowly sliding my mouth down the hard shaft. I marveled at how something as hard as his cock could still feel so soft between my lips. I still marvel at that feeling to this day. Bobbing my head I give Chris the head he won, even licking his balls as he suggested. I noticed after the four minutes were up, that his balls had gotten a bit more low hanging, but still not as low as mine. Returning to my bunk I said, "My turn now. I'll shoot first." Chris nodded. I took the rubber bands and began round two. This time I did much better, getting six out of ten shots. I lucked out and Chris lost round two with only two direct hits. "Now, buddy, I get to experience you sucking my cock," I said. Chris ran a hand through his brown hair, and scratched his chest as he crossed the room to my bunk. He set his watch alarm for six minutes, and went to work on my cock. I have to say it was hot. I was getting six minutes of head from a hot uninhibited guy. I was really getting into the feeling of his mouth on my dick, his lips sliding up and down the shaft and tongue tickling my tip, when his watch signaled the end of the round. Now I saw the evil genius of this game. His cock was still hard, but it was obvious we were going to be prolonging the game by the fact that during the loser's payoffs, the loser wasn't stimulating his own cock. "This could be a very long game," I said. "Yeah," Chris said with a smile. It was a long game, lasting for almost two hours, before Chris got lucky and won nine out of ten direct hits. By that point I didn't think he would be able to last the nine minutes, and I knew I was gonna lose. It was late enough that I wasn't worried about the payoff, but I hated to lose. The thrill of the challenge had gotten to me, and I was determined to give it my best. Before I started sucking him I told him, "This is gonna be the best head you'll ever get. And tomorrow night you're giving me a rematch." "Same stakes?" he asked. "Yeah." "You're on, dude," He said. "Now get down on me so I can watch you go blow a load in the shower room." I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth again. I really went all out this time, giving him all I had, taking his long thin cock all the way down and burying my nose in his neatly trimmed light brown pubic hair. I felt the tip of his cock against the back of my throat, and I decided to do something to him that I had learned from my brother. I hummed. Just slightly, but the vibration of my throat on the tip of his cock while I hummed really drove him wild. He moaned and pulled back. "I'm cumming, man." He said, pulling out of my mouth and grabbing his cock. He stroked himself a few times and shot his cum across the bed onto my bare chest. I had stripped off my t-shirt somewhere around the end of the first hour. His second shot also hit me. He leaned back and thrust his hips up a little and the third shot caught my chin. He pumped out three more ribbons of cum before stopping and relaxing. He looked up at me. "Time for you to pay up." I opened the door and peeked out. The hallway was dark. Only the exit lights by the stairwells were lighting it. I hurried down the hall to the end, followed by Chris who had put on his boxers before leaving the room. In the shower room it was semi-dark. Chris lit the lights, and the florescent bulbs hummed to life. "Damn, now it's bright in here," I whispered. "Well, pay up so we can get out of here," he whispered back. We had seen each other jerk off quite a few times over the past couple of weeks, so it was not unusual. It was just something we both seemed to get into, from watching to doing. I really enjoyed stroking my cock knowing I was being watched, and I got an equal thrill from watching another guy get himself off. I never tired of it, not even getting tired of seeing the same guy do it over and over again, as I did with Chris. I stood in the middle of the shower room, and began pumping my cock in earnest. I loved putting on a show, and this night was no exception. I stroked myself, and played with my balls that were well stung by the thin rubber bands, and after a few minutes I felt myself getting to the edge. "I'm cumming," I mumbled, trying not to speak too loudly, because I knew the room echoed and it might wake someone on the floor. I pumped faster, and watched Chris's eyes as he watched me. He was getting into it, because I noticed the bulge in his boxers. My fist flew up and down a few more times and I felt the hot cum shot out and splatter against the wall, a few feet away. Then another shot, and another; five shots later I was spent. "Oh wow, " I whispered. "That was intense." "You should've seen it from here," Chris said. "You look like you enjoyed it a lot. Am I gonna get a show now?" Chris looked around. "Not here. You didn't win one tonight. Let's go back to the room." The memory of that night, and many others like that filled my usual dull Monday morning. Jeff, my assistant, had taken the morning off for some personal stuff, so I was left to my own devices until he came in and we could finish up the project on which we had been working. I leaned back in my chair behind my desk, and casually rubbed the front of my tan slacks. Closing my eyes I drifted back to memories of other nights, and games in college, allowing my fingers to tug my zipper down and release my pent up and frustrated boner. Behind my desk, with the office door closed, I stroked my cock in the open air, thinking about sucking my old college roommate's cock. I didn't hear the knock at the door until it opened and Jeff came in. I leaned forward out of instinct, and pulled my chair under the desk. "Hey man, I'm sorry it took so long. I didn't mean to startle you." "Um, you didn't," I lied. Jeff eyed me suspiciously. "You know, when I walked in, the way you lurched forward," he paused. "You weren't jerking off, were you?" "What? Me? No." I lied again. "Oh, well, then you can stand up," Jeff said. "I dare you." "Fuck you," I replied. "All right. You caught me. I was getting in a little me time. I didn't expect you or anyone else for another hour." "You didn't stand up yet," Jeff said. "Come on. Let's just get to work," I said. Jeff laughed. "I dare you to stand up," he repeated. I hung my head and slowly pushed my chair back from my desk. Standing up, I revealed my still semi-hard cock once again, to Jeff. "Satisfied?" Jeff smiled. "I dare you to finish what you started while I watch." "Lock the door," I instructed him, as I sat back down. Jeff turned and locked the door, and walked over to the couch. He had a good clear view of me. "Do it, just as you are. Don't loosen your belt or move your tie, or anything. Just stroke it for me," he said. I leaned back a little more and spread my legs just a bit wider. This time I didn't close my eyes, but watched Jeff watching me, and I felt the tingle of excitement I always seem to get when knowing I'm being watched. I stroked myself faster, and slipped my balls out of my slacks as well. I saw Jeff's smile of approval, and began tugging on my balls with one hand, caressing them and stroking them, while stroking and squeezing my shaft with the other hand. I could see Jeff's eyes widen and the bulge in his own slacks growing. It didn't take me very long at all before I felt my load coming. I squeezed my shaft and watched Jeff's eyes as my cum shot out my tip. I hadn't planned on this part, because the first shot went up in the air, and then down across my shirt, tie, and part of my pants. The next six shots pretty well covered my shirt and pants. "That was beautiful," Jeff said, as I finished. I reached into my desk drawer and retrieved a cumrag I kept there for just such occasions. "You realize these stains are gonna be sort of noticeable, don't you?" I asked wiping away my load as best I could. "Don't worry," Jeff said. "People only see what they want to see." "Oh yeah? Well, before you leave work tonight, I want to see you repay me for accepting your dare." Jeff smiled. "You're on," he said. "I didn't finish," I said. "I want you to repay me by jerking off the same way, with you cock and balls hanging out of your slacks, while sitting out front at the receptionist's desk." Jeff's eyes lit up. "You are definitely on. It looks like we'll have a late night again." 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