Date: Sat, 17 Feb 2007 21:50:43 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: You Lost The Bet: The Cousins - Chapter 3

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You Lost The Bet: The Cousins -- Chapter 3
By R. A. Swain


Scott O'Shannon walked through the health club locker room, a towel draped
around his neck. He had never been one of those guys who hide behind a
towel when naked. Actually, Scott enjoyed showing off his naked body as
often as possible. He was an exhibitionist and had been pretty much all of
his life, or at least since he was a high school senior. He especially
enjoyed the locker rooms where he could watch other guys like himself, in
similar states of undress, walking around with their cocks swinging between
their legs or bobbing in front of them as they walked.

He stepped under the shower and rinsed off before heading to the steam room
where he joined his cousin John, already enjoying the hot moist steam. "Hey
Cuz, about time you got here."

Scott smiled and took a seat on the tiled bench next to John. "I'm older
now, and don't move as fast."

"You moved pretty fast on the racquetball court," John said.

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?"

John smirked. "Yeah, just not fast enough."

Scott knew what was coming, but held off as long as he could.  "Yeah, you
beat me."

"You ready to pay up on your loss?" John asked.

Scott looked down at the floor. "Do I have a choice?"

John laughed. "Nope. You bet edging in the steam room. So get it up and pay
up. Bring yourself to the edge five times, but don't cum."

Scott casually reached between his legs and began tugging on his cock,
stroking his shaft and kneading his balls, working himself up into an
erection. He wasn't new to the concept of steam room or locker room jerk
offs. In fact, those were among his favorite memories from his senior year
in high school. He closed his eyes and stroked his cock, thinking back to
high school and his coach, Richard Patterson.

"Hey Coach, anything else today, or can we hit the showers?" Scott asked.


Dick Patterson looked at Scott with a smirk. "Hit the showers? We've got a
good fifteen more minutes of practice. You guys can do free throws," he
said to the rest of the team. "Scott, since you want to get out early, you
can play a little one on one against me on the other court."

Scott smiled. He wanted nothing more than to play a little one on one with
Dick Patterson, but not necessarily basketball. "Wanna make it more
interesting," Scott asked, as they walked to the other court.  "What have
you got in mind?" Dick asked. "We can't get too wild on school property."

Scott laughed. "How about something innocent?"

Dick laughed. "You haven't had an innocent thought since^×"

"Since that first overnight game we played truth or dare." Scott finished
the sentence. "So how about this, whoever gets the most baskets in the next
15 minutes wins? Which ever one of us loses, showers in the team shower, in
front of the team, and gets himself hard while in the shower and remains
hard, walking back through the locker room in front of everyone still in
there, and gets dressed. Then after the team leaves, loser blows the winner
in your office."

Dick felt his cock twitch in his shorts. "We have to be careful about doing
stuff on school property," he said.

"Come on, Coach. You've showered with the team a couple times in the past."

"Only with a few of the guys present," Dick said. "And I didn't get hard."

"That's the challenge." Scott said, taking the ball and tossing it at the
basket. "That's one for me."

Dick smiled and grabbed the ball. "You're on, but you'll be the one naked
and hard in front of the team."

Scott made a grab for the ball and Dick dodged around him, sinking a
basket. "That's why I'm the coach," Dick said.

Scott played harder than he'd ever played in a game. Coach Patterson was
really good. When the game was over, Scott was soaked with sweat and
breathing hard. "Man, you really played me hard."

Dick was panting as well. "Yeah, but not hard enough."

Scott smiled. "Yeah, you get to show off in the shower."

"I don't know about this," Dick said. "A boner in front of everyone in
there means the whole team."

"Hey, if you do it you'll be showing them you trust them, as well as paying
up on our bet." Scott slapped him on the back. "But if you want to chicken
out?" He let his voice trail off.

Dick knew he wasn't going to chicken out. He was a firm believer in the
phrase `a bet's a bet,' and never welched. He blew his whistle. "Okay guys
hit the showers."


The team tossed the balls to the bin by the locker room door and headed in
to the showers. Dick followed his team. It wasn't really a big deal to be
naked in front of his team, he thought. He had done it on a few occasions
at away games, so that part wasn't out of the ordinary.

He walked to his office, and left the door open. He usually took a shower
in his office bathroom after practice, so the team wouldn't think all that
much of it, but he usually closed the door. He tugged his shirt over his
head and stood there bare-chested, rubbing his hand through the hair on his
chest, before toeing off his sneakers. He bent down and took off his socks,
stood up and tugged down his shorts, standing there in his office in his
jock. He knew some of the guys on the team were watching him, glancing
toward the open office door, so he turned with his back to the door, giving
a good view of his hairy ass to his guys, and took off his jock.

He picked up a towel and put it around his neck. His actions, and thoughts
of what he was going to do, caused his cock to fluff up a bit. He walked
out of his office and through the locker room toward the showers, passing
several of his team.

"Hey Coach, you're showering with us today?" one of the guys asked.

Dick paused. "Um, yeah. There's something wrong with the shower in my
office. I hope you guys don't mind?"

"We never have," Scott said, coming up behind him. He glanced down at
Dick's cock and leered with a lascivious grin as he entered the showers
taking a spot on the end ring.

The showers in the locker room were in the center of the changing area,
separated from the rest of the area by a wall, but the nozzles were on
rings around columns in the center of the shower area, meaning a guy
couldn't really hide himself because everyone sort of faced each other.

Dick took up a spot at the second ring, in the center of the room. He
stepped under the warm water and let it wash the sweat from his defined
chest and down his legs. He took a few squirts of soap and began soaping
his taunt body, thinking, `here goes.' He began with his chest and arms,
and then worked on his legs. He then reached for his cock and balls,
knowing several sets of eyes were on him. He gently, casually, soaked his
balls and then his shaft, tugging on it as he soaped. He felt the rush of
being naked and watched by everyone in the room. He was an exhibitionist in
general, and knowing his team was watching made it even hotter for him.

He stroked himself a few more times, allowing his cock to rise enough to be
obviously hard. He began soaping his back and his ass. He opened his eyes
and looked around, seeing nine guys at shower rings all casually peeking at
his growing cock. That was enough to bring him to full attention, aiming
his cock straight up. He knew the team couldn't take their eyes off of him,
watching his every move. He reached down again and soaped the shaft of his
cock, pretty much jerking himself off in front of his team.  "Looks like
you're a little excited, Coach," Scott said innocently, to draw attention
to the coach in case anyone hadn't seen his cock getting hard.


Dick looked down at his cock, chuckling a little. "Yeah, it looks like it."
He looked around the shower at all the guys looking at him, noting some of
their cocks were hard or semi-hard. "Sorry guys, hope it doesn't embarrass
any of you."

"Nah Coach, it's cool." Joe Kriskowski chirped up.

"Yeah, we all do it once in a while." Said Mike Wilson.

Dick stood under the shower for a long time, rinsing the soap from his
body, occasionally stroking his shaft while the guys on the team watched
him. Finally he stepped from under the ring. "Well, it looks like it isn't
going down. I'd better get dried off and dressed," he said.

"Hey Coach, aren't you going to do something about your boner?" Joe
Kriskowski asked.

Dick looked around at the team. "Do something? You mean jerk off?"

"Yeah Coach, we all do it."

Dick looked at the faces of his team members and at some of their cocks
again. Several of them were now as hard as he, and stroking. "That would be
inappropriate of me to do in front of you guys," he said.

"Aw Coach, we wouldn't tell anyone, if you felt the need to release in
front of us." Scott said with a smirk.

"No, I couldn't do that." Dick said, adding, "But if you guys want to do it
you're more than welcome. I won't say anything."

Some of the team chuckled. "Coach, we do it often when you're not around,"
Mike Wilson said.

"I know you do," Dick said.

"Come on Coach," Scott said, "we trust you. Don't you trust us?"

"Yeah," a few more guys piped up.

"We'll all do it, if you do it," Joe said. "We can make it a team ritual
sort of."

"I could get in a lot of trouble," Dick said.

"Come on coach. We aren't going to say anything. Besides, what are you
gonna do," Joe asked, "go back in your office and beat off in private?"

Dick glanced down at his hard cock in his fist. "Maybe," he mumbled.

"Do it with us," Joe said. "It's always better with others."

Dick raised an eyebrow. He noted what John had said. His team were all very
competitive, and he knew from personal experience exhibitionism went with a
competitive spirit. He knew he was losing control, but the sight of all the
naked basketball players, and his own rock hard cock got the better of
him. "Okay, we'll do it. Once." He stepped back under the shower ring and
wrapped his fist around his cock, slowly pumping it. All the team members
joined around him under the center ring, stroking their own cocks.

"Damn, you guys are all pretty well hung," Dick said, as he stroked his
shaft and rubbed his thumb across his tip.

"You're huge," said Mike.

"That's why I'm the coach," Dick said with a laugh.

The team moved in around the shower where the coach stood stroking his
cock. Dick looked at all the hard teenage cocks being pumped around him,
his own fist pumping up and down his shaft. He felt his balls tightening up
and knew he was close to shooting. He closed his eyes and slowed his pace a
bit, not wanting to end the scene or shoot too fast in front of his team.

"Yeah coach, stroke it," Mike whispered just loud enough to be heard.

Dick opened his eyes and saw Most of his team staring at him. He saw Mike
Wilson and Joe Kriskowski frantically pumping their own cocks and Joe
starting to breath heavy. "Yeah Kriskowski, pump that cock. Stroke it
faster."

Joe felt himself losing control. "I'm cumming!" He moaned. He closed his
eyes and pumped faster, and his cock throbbed and then began shooting out
ribbons of cum.

Dick drew a quick breath at the sight of Joe shooting his load and felt his
control going. "Oh man, I'm gonna shoot," he moaned. He too began shoot,
cum flying up his chest and out across the shower.

"Yeah coach," Scott groaned as he began to shoot his load. Soon Mike Wilson
and the rest of the team were all shooting their loads, cum flying in all
directions. Each guy began to come down from their cum shooting high and
breathe normal once again. They all stood looking at each other and rinsing
off under the shower heads.

"That was wild," Joe said.

"Yeah, fantastic," Mike added.

"We definitely should make it an after game ritual," Scott said.

"Yeah," Joe agreed.

"I don't think so," Dick said. "This was a one time event. What happens in
the locker room stays in the locker room."

"Sure coach," Mike said. "If that's what you want." He reached down and
stroked his still semi-hard cock so the coach got a good view of him.

Dick drew in a sharp breath. "We'll see," he said, rinsing off the cum and
soap from his stomach and chest. "Now let's finish up in here and get
moving."

Scott felt the heat of the steam room and let his memory of a team circle
jerk fade. He opened his eyes and saw his cousins John and P.J. both
sitting there watching him. "Hey P.J., I didn't hear you come in."


P.J. smiled. "I know. You were really into your stroke session."

"Maybe next time you'll get to see your brother beating off instead of me,"
Scott said.

"Maybe," John said.

Scott moaned and his cock throbbed and he shot his load.

The end

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