Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2004 17:28:45 EST
From: Mnhowler@aol.com
Subject: You Lost The Bet - Chapter One

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

Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit
sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of
the sex involved is considered to be unsafe, but this is a recollection and
took place before AIDS and HIV were known. The Author recommends the use of
condoms for all sexual situations. While this chapter involves incest
between brothers and cousins, not all the chapters will be incest
related. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior, and
claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material. copyright 2004

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	"You lost the bet, dude."

	Those words get me going like no others. They always have, and
probably always will. I suppose it's partly the thrill of the gamble that
gets me going so much. I've always been a bit of a risk taker when it comes
to bets or dares. Never did anything for money, but always for the thrill
of it. And yes, most of the bets and dares I've done in my life usually
involve nudity and/or sexual activity of some variety.

	Allow me to introduce myself. I'm P.J. O'Shannon. Yup, I'm Irish
with some Slavic mixed in. My walk is a bit of a swagger, to go with my
six-foot frame, my one hundred and ninety-two pounds, my aquamarine eyes
and reddish blonde hair. I'm thirty-two years old and still enjoy a strip
game or bet ending in nudity or more, or a dare from my male friends.

	I guess you could say I'm a typical horndog. I've been hooked on
the games and bets, and dares since the first time I played strip darts at
my friend Billy Winchell's house in high school. That game was just for
clothing, and the thrill of seeing each other humiliated by having to be
get naked in front of each other. It was childish stuff, and a lot of it
still is, I admit it, but I love it.

	The games really took off in college, and carried over into my
adult life. I've always been lucky enough to meet up with other likeminded
guys wherever I happened to work, and in social situations as well. And
yes, before you ask, I have messed around with my cousins, and my older
brother, in gaming situations.

	Hell, besides Billy Winchell, my brother, John, and my cousins Joey
and Scotty are the three guys I've made bets with or played games with the
most of any of my other friends. We still make bets on different things.

	I remember the first time I lost a bet to John. We were probably
late teens/early twenties at that point. I know John was in college.
Anyway, that time we bet on a college basketball game. The loser had to
take the garbage out, naked. It was a simple bet. We were sitting in the
basement, watching the game, and when I lost John said to me, "you lose the
bet, dude."

	I felt the stirring in my groin. I was physically excited by the
thought of losing. When he laughed and said, "Pay up," I sprang an instant
erection. I reluctantly stripped down to my briefs, tightie whities, and
stood there for a second. John saw the bulge in my briefs and laughed even
harder.

	P.J.'s got a boner," he sang in a childish singsong way.

	I blushed all the way done to my toes. "Shut up, man. Gimme a
minute."

	"No way, dude," said John. "I want you to pay up right now, with
the hard on."

	I closed my eyes and pulled my briefs down. My cock sprang back
against my belly. I could feel how red my face had gotten, but now it was
over. My older brother had seen me with a hard on.

	John laughed some more, and said "Now go take out the garbage, and
carry it out to the curb, over your head."

	"Fuck! What if someone sees me?" I asked.

	"You shouldn't take a bet if you're not willing to face the
consequences," John said.

	"Yeah, but at least let me lose the boner," I said.

	"Nope. That's a plus factor," he replied. "I probably wouldn't have
gotten a hard on if I had lost, but we won't know now, will we?"

	I made quick work of running the trash bag out to the curb, praying
none of our neighbors were outside, or looking out their window. Our
parents were asleep, so I knew I was safe on that front.

	After that night John and I made a lot of similar bets on just
about every sport. Then one weekend our cousins Joey and Scotty invited
John and me to go to their parent's cabin on the lake upstate. It was just
us guys. Scotty and John are the same age, and Joey and I are the same age.

	John and Joey got the dark hair, the slightly bulkier frames, being
a bit shorter than Scotty and I, and the blue eyes. John and I are both
hairy. Not overly so, but we've got a good amount of hair on our chests.
Scotty and Joey are smoother, hardly any hair. Scotty and I are both
fair-haired, and contrast John and Joey very well. We all were in great
shape in our twenties. Flat stomachs, muscular chests, and firm butts.

	I knew I was gay. John was bi, as he admitted to me having messed
around with his college roommates and with several girls. Scotty had dated
girls, but confessed to only having sex with guys. Joey claimed to be
straight, but if he lost a bet or dare, well you had to do what you said
you'd do, even if it were on the gay side. Later on in life he came out,
but that was after three failed marriages.

	Anyway, that weekend at the cabin we started out with drinking, and
turned into a game fest. The Friday evening we arrived we ate some steaks
Scotty and Joey's mom had sent up with them. She knew we'd grill
everything. Like any of us really learned much else about cooking?

	We broke out the beers, cleaned up the dinner plates and looked
around for something to do. Cards. Poker was the game. Strip poker. Well, I
wasn't a great poker play at that age. I barely knew how to play the game,
having trouble remembering what beat what, and not really being good at
bluffing.

	My brother and cousins literally beat the pants off me within one
hour. Oh I didn't lose every hand. John was down to his jeans and what ever
he had on under them. Scotty was doing very well still having his T-shirt
and jeans and underwear on. Joey was doing as badly as I, both of us
sitting there in our briefs.

	"So what happens when one of us is naked?" Joey asked.

	Scotty and John looked at each other. "Once you're naked you can
play for dares," Scotty said.

	"Yeah," John put in, "and the over all winner can have all three
losers do anything he wants them to do for the rest of the evening."

	"Damn straight," Scotty said. He liked saying damn straight back
then. "No matter what it is the winner wants. I'm gonna so enjoy
humiliating the three of you."

	"If you win," John said.

	The next hand found Scotty finally losing his T-shirt. He stretched
his arms back and cracked his back. "Oh yeah. I'm still winning."

	Another hand and John lost his jeans. He was wearing boxers, like a
lot of guys his age had started doing. They were plain blue cotton. Joey
and I were still tightie whitie guys, but that would change eventually.

	The next had finally had me stripping off my briefs. They all
cheered and laughed. I had to stand up and pull them down. My cock was
semi-hard, but not full up. I was mildly embarrassed, but I sat down
quickly.

	As I watched Scotty deal the cards. I asked, "So what dare am I
playing for now?"

	"Winner's choice," John said.

	I was hoping he would lose the next hand, just so I could get a
look at his thick cock. He had what I learned was referred to as a beer can
cock. It was about six and a half inches long, and almost as wide when he
was hard. Well, he won the next hand, and the next two hands. Now Joey was
naked as I was, and Scotty was down to his boxers, also blue cotton.

	"Well kid, you lost the hand," John said. "I think I want you to
stand up and play with yourself while I shuffle and deal the next hand."

	I felt myself blushing again, because I'd never done anything like
that in front of anyone other than John. Also I felt my cock starting to
grow. I stood up and wrapped my hand around my seven inch long and thin
shaft. Yeah, I'm longer than John, but not near as wide. I began stroking
my shaft while Scotty and Joey teased me with catcalls.  It wasn't a bad
first dare, but it was embarrassing.

	John dealt the next hand and Scotty was the big loser. He stripped
off his boxers, revealing a neatly trimmed blonde bush, and a cock similar
to my own, long and thin. "Well, dude, you won," he said to John.

	"Cool," Said John. "You know, you and P.J. look about the same in
length. Since I'm the over all winner, I'd like to start the rest of the
evening with you and P.J. measuring each other's cocks. The guy with the
longer cock wins."

	"What does he win?" Scotty asked.

	John paused for a moment, then said, "he gets his cock licked and
sucked by the loser, balls and all, for five minutes."

	Scotty and I looked at each other. "Damn, I hope you're a good
cocksucker," Scotty said.

	"How do we measure?" I asked.

	"Wait a second," Joey said. "Dad's got a tape measure in the junk
draw in the kitchen." He raced off to the kitchen and came back with the
tape measure. I noticed his cock was similar to John's, looking very thick,
although he wasn't fully hard like me.

	"Okay, Scotty, get yourself hard so we can get the games going,"
John said.

	Scotty, my older cousin who I'd never seen completely naked before
that night, was now standing in front of us playing with himself the way I
had a few moments earlier. My own cock was pressed against my belly.
Scotty's was now curving up, but stuck out on an angle.

	Joey handed me the tape measure.

	"Measure along the topside, from the base to the tip," John
instructed.

	I stepped in front of Scotty, and for the first time in my life
took another guy's cock in my hand. I placed the tape measure along the top
of his cock and rolled it out to the tip. "Seven and a quarter," I
announced.

	Scotty looked down at my cock, and I think he was nervous for a
moment. He looked across the table at John and Joey. "I wish I was
measuring against Joey," he said. "P.J. here looks like he could beat me."
He licked his lips and grabbed hold of my cock. This was the first time I
had been touched by another guy. He bent my cock down slightly, and ran the
tape measure along the shaft of my cock from the base to the tip.

	"Yes!" He shouted. "Seven even. Dude, you lose."

	John laughed. "Cool. Little bro, you get to lick and suck Scotty's
cock for five minutes. Scotty, go sit on the couch, and spread your legs
for P.J. to get a good shot at your cock."

	Scotty did as he was told, sitting dead center on the couch. I
knelt down between his spread legs, and paused looking back at John and
Joey. "You lost, P.J. Now pay up," John said.

	"You know this is the first time I've ever done anything like this,
" I said to Scotty.

	"It'll be fine," he said. "Just do to me what you'd like someone to
do to you."

	"And don't forget to give his balls a good licking," Joey added.

	"Is that what he likes?" John asked Joey.

	Joey sneered at John.

	I leaned in and stuck my tongue out. I ran it up the length of the
underside of Scotty's shaft. Next I swirled my tongue around his cut tip,
and back down to his balls. He only smelled slightly musky, but it was
salty, like beef. Scotty let out a soft moan. "Oh yeah, man. That feels
great." He whispered.

	I Glanced up and saw him leaning back with his eyes closed. I
leaned down and concentrated on his low hanging smooth balls. I noted how
smooth his balls were and made a mental note to ask about that later. I
could see he trimmed his bush, and was curious about that as well.

	I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft again and slowly placed
my mouth over the mushroom tip. He moaned again. I had my eyes open,
watching the length of his cock before my nose sliding in and out of my
mouth, disappearing and reappearing as I bobbed up and down on it.

	"Very cool," I heard John say. "Hey Joey, since you belong to me as
well for the evening, come over here to the couch and give me some mouth
lovin'."

	John walked over and sat on the end of the couch next to
Scotty. Joey joined me on the floor kneeling between my big brother's
spread legs. The next thing I saw when I glanced over at them was Joey
struggling to take John's thick cock all the way into his mouth.

	"Hey dude," Scotty said to John, "Why not make `em have a race to
get us off?"

	John smiled. "Yeah. Guys, listen up."

	Joey and I stopped going down on our respective cousins and looked
up.

	"The first guy to get one of us off wins, and the loser has to go
down on the winner," John said. "Ready? Set? Go."

	Joey and I went to work in earnest sucking John and Scotty. I
concentrated on hearing Scotty moaning, because his moans were turning me
on. I closed my eyes and let my hands run up and down his thighs and over
his flat hard stomach, and up his chest. I pinched his nipples, and just
did to him what I wished where being done to me, and suddenly I felt Scotty
buck his hips and a flood of cum hit the back of my throat. I gagged and
choked.

	I had known what was going to happen, but I hadn't expected it to
be so much or so intense. I pulled my head back and managed to hold back
choking any more. I somehow managed to swallow the cum in my mouth. It
tasted a bit like beef stew, only slightly bitter. While I was doing that I
had reached out for Scotty and was jerking his cock, which was spurting
more and more cum. It was wild to watch him cumming like that.

	I looked up and saw John smiling and laughing. Scotty had stopped
bucking his hips and was in a sheer sweat. He looked down and me and
smiled. "Way good job, man."

	Joey was still working on John. As I later learned John took
forever to cum. John stopped him. "Well Joey, you lost that round. Let's
watch you suck off P.J. for a while."

	Joey looked at me. "Damn. I was hoping to get you sucking me," he
said.

	"You will eventually," John said. "Right now you go down on P.J.,
and Scotty here will finish what you started on me."

	Scotty looked a bit crestfallen, but he knew a bet was a bet. I
watched Scotty lean over and take my brother's cock in his mouth like a
pro. He bobbed up and down on it, while I felt Joey take me in his mouth. I
couldn't believe, when I looked down at Joey and back up at John and
Scotty, what I was watching. My two cousins were going down on my brother
and I.

End Chapter One.

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