Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2004 22:39:35 EST From: Mnhowler@aol.com Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 11 You Lost The Bet - Chapter Eleven 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 things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always play safe. 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: I've never had a real problem finding guys who wanted to play the type of games I was into, be they family, friends, or strangers. Now I'm not saying all guys will go in for the bets and dares, but a lot of guys will give it a try. Sometime the opportunity will arise by accident, like a chance meeting. A few years ago I was living in an apartment complex near the edge of town. One summer weekend night I decided to do my laundry on the late side. I figured I would be alone, and it would give me a chance to relax, maybe even get naked and stroke off while waiting for the spin cycle. So I left my building wearing shorts, a tank top and sneakers, carrying a full basket of dirty clothing. The laundry room was in the building basement on the other end of the courtyard. It was almost midnight when I entered the laundry room. Damn! I thought, as I entered the room and saw I wasn't alone. I immediately recognized the guy standing by the washer. He had dark red hair, pale skin, green eyes, good build, and was a regular hottie. His name was Dennis, and he had moved in about two months ago. We met a few times. The main reason I knew him was that he had already seen me naked doing a dare. A few days earlier I had lost a bet to my brother, and ended up taking my garbage out to the dumpster naked with a boner. That was still my brother's favorite thing to bet me when he couldn't think of anything else for me to do. Anyway, Dennis happened to be coming home from work and as he rounded the corner of the building I ran smack into him. I apologized and quickly explained I was had lost a bet. I took off on my way back to my apartment before he could really say anything to me. I wondered if he would recognize me, but I didn't have to wonder long. "Hey, you're the naked guy," Dennis exclaimed with a broad smile. I actually felt myself blushing. It wasn't often that I was recognized as the naked guy. I nodded. "Yeah, about that-" He laughed. "Don't worry about it," he said. "You explained you lost a bet. I've been there myself when I was your age." "Really? You don't look much older than me." I replied, setting my laundry basket down on the table next to the other washer. "I'm 42," he said. "I just keep myself in shape and look young." "Yeah, you do." I opened the washer. "So you've been naked on a bet?" Now Dennis blushed. He looked cute when he blushed. "Yeah, more than once." Now I smiled. "I guess you'll fit into the neighborhood," I said. He was loading his washer as he spoke. "Well, I haven't done much in the way of getting naked on bets in a couple years. Since my divorce I've been more about getting alimony and child support together. I don't get invited to many of my buds poker games, and most of my naked type buddies are back in Brooklyn." "Too bad," I said, dumping my clothes into the machine next to his. "Next time I have a strip poker game with my friends I'll invite you." His eyes seemed to light up. "You play around a lot?" "Well, I play. I don't know if you would say it's a lot, but I do enjoy bets and dares where I can get naked if I lose." I pretended to read the back of the detergent bottle just to waste a moment or two while I checked out this hot older guy. He was wearing shorts and a tank top and sneakers as well, and obviously didn't get out into the sun much judging from his pale skin. "That sounds like fun," he said. "You're P.J., right?" "Yeah, you remembered from the first time we met?" "At the mailboxes a couple of months ago when I moved in. You were dressed that day. I'm Dennis." I chuckled. "I remember. So why are you doing laundry so late on a weekend? I mean, why aren't you out with friends or seeing your kids or something?" "My kids are teenagers. I got married young. They don't want to be bothered with their old man. As for friends, I said most of my buds live back in Brooklyn, and I don't want to schlep all the way back there after a long week of work." I let my eyes linger a bit longer on his tight body as he closed his washer. "What do you do for a living?" "Stock broker. You?" "Advertising." He walked across the room to the coffee table and chairs in the corner, reached into his pocket and produced a deck of cards. "I was gonna play some solitaire. Would you like to play some poker or blackjack?" "Yeah, I like that," I said, as I joined him at the coffee table. "You want to make it more interesting?" He glanced up at me as he shuffled the deck. "A strip game?" he asked. "Well, it's pretty late. I figured no one else would be here. So why not?" He looked around, glancing out the small windows that looked out onto the parking lot behind the building. "I suppose we could. I'm only wearing three articles of clothing." "Cool," I said. "So am I. What are we playing?" "Draw poker. I can't believe you get into strip games," he said. "My buds back in Brooklyn told me I wouldn't meet anyone into it in the burbs." "Well you have." He dealt the cards and I picked them up. Glancing over them, I looked at him while he studied his cards. His eyes sparkled in the florescent light of the laundry room. "Cards?" I looked down at my hand and discarded two. "I'll take two." He dealt me two cards, and took three for himself. I watched him rearrange his cards. "What've you got?" he asked. I smiled. "You won't see on this hand," I said, revealing a pair of kings. He smiled and laid down three eights. "Always play the eights and aces," he said. "Take something off." "You got lucky," I replied, toeing off my sneakers. I picked up the cards, shuffled and dealt the next hand. It didn't look like it would be my night. I tossed down three cards, and gave Dennis the two he requested before taking three garbage cards of my own. He smiled and laid down two pair, Jacks and sevens. "Beat that," he said. "Damn." I laid down my garbage cards. "I guess you're gonna see me naked again." I tugged my tank top over my head and revealed my hairy chest to him. I watched his eyes taking me in. "You get out in the sun a lot," he said. "I mean your tan looks good. I don't tan much. Mostly I just burn when I go out in the sun." "Well, I'll get to see it all if I win any hands." "Wanna make it more interesting?" Dennis asked. "What do you have in mind?" "First guy naked has to stay naked until his laundry is done," he suggested. I smiled. "Cool. You're on. Deal." If I didn't win the next hand I would be the first guy naked, but my luck changed. On the next hand I got Dennis out of his sneakers, and then the following hand he shed his tank top, revealing a pale chest with a treasure trail of dark red hair running down the center and disappearing into the top of his shorts. "Man, you really don't get out in the sun, do you?" "I freckle before I burn, and it isn't a pretty sight," he said. "So it looks like this is it. The next hand will have one of us naked." "Yeah, " I said, dealing the cards. Dennis picked up his cards and studied them intently. I did the same. He tossed aside three, and I took one. I watched him lay down his cards, and reveal a pair of eights. "That's the best I got." I laid my cards out, revealing a full house. "Not good enough, compadre." He let out a low whistle. "Damn. Well, I guess this is it." He stood up and opened the button on his shorts and tugged the zipper down. I watched as he revealed his treasure trail ran downward into a nice dark red neatly trimmed bush around a set of golf ball sized nuts and a long straight shaft hanging down with a very big mushroom tip. He turned all the way around for me, showing his butt, covered in a light fuzz of dark red. He sat back down on the chair opposite me and spread his legs. "So I guess you won." "Yeah, you've got to stay naked until the laundry is done. So you wanna keep playing?" I asked. "What can I play for?" "Well, I'll be playing for my shorts on the next hand. What would you offer?" Dennis looked around. "I suppose I could play for having to walk back to my apartment naked after the laundry is finished." "Cool." I said, shuffling the cards again. "So you've done some naked betting before?" "Yeah. I used to do it a lot more often, but the longer I was married the less time I had for much of anything." He picked up his cards. "What kind of bets did you lose?" I asked, as I studied my own cards. He threw his head back and chuckled. "I've lost some like you were doing the other night; taking the garbage out to a dumpster naked. I've also walked down a city block with a hard on hanging out of my pants, and a few times did that without any clothes." Now I smiled. "Sounds like you enjoy losing almost as much as winning." "I do. Three cards," he said. I dealt him three cards and took two. "What've you got?" Dennis smiled and gestured to his cock. "You see all I've got." I laughed. "I meant the cards." He chuckled. "Well, I've got nothing. I guess I'll be walking back to my apartment naked as well." I breathed a sigh as I lay down a pair of twos. "Man I'm glad you said that." The washers both went off, and we paused the game to change from washers to dryers. Dennis picked up the cards and shuffled again. "So I guess you're still playing for your shorts. What should I play for?" I took a deep breath and decided to see about pushing him a bit. "How about, when you lose this hand, you sit back and play with yourself until you are fully hard? I mean, since you saw me with a boner the other night it is only fair." "Pretty high stakes if someone walks in on us," he said. "You're on." I took the cards, but had nothing. I tossed away four, and still had nothing. I could only hope he had less nothing than I. Dennis smiled as he laid down three kings in front of me. "Lose those shorts. I want a close up view of you without you running away." I stood up and shucked my shorts while he watched me, turning around to give him a complete view of my naked and mildly hair torso. "I guess we're even. You still want to play?" "Sure," he said. "But I've got a better idea. My buds and I would sometimes play a different game. Now I'm straight, but I'm guessing you're either bi or gay." "Gay," I answered. "That's cool. In fact, it's better than cool. Especially if you feel like playing a little stroke off blackjack." I gave him a puzzled look. "Stroke off blackjack?" "Yeah, it's simple. We deal out blackjack hands. Loser has to stroke his own cock the total number of his hand, and then the winner gets to stroke the loser's cock the number of his winning hand. The object is to see if you can get your opponent to blow a load before you do," he explained the game. "You're sure you're straight?" I asked. "Okay, I've swung from time to time. Come on, we've got almost 45 minutes to kill. Besides, it always feels better to have someone else jerking on you." "Okay, I'll play. First guy to come loses?" "Yeah." "What does the loser have to do?" Dennis just sat back and smiled. "We've got to be hard for this game, so why don't we practice by playing with each other until we're both hard?" I stood up to move closer to him, and he grabbed my limp cock and roughly began kneading it, rubbing my balls as well. I reached over and did the same to him, as he stood up next to me. Without warning he leaned in and kissed me, placing a hand behind my head and pulling me to him. His tongue explored my mouth, and his free hand roamed over my chest. I returned the kiss, and allowed my free hand to explore his smooth chest. It didn't take long for me to be fully hard, and I could feel his cock was rigid in my stroking fist as well. He broke the kiss and I looked down between us at both our crossed cocks pressing against each other's stomachs. "Wow! You really know how to get a guy hard." He smiled. "Let's play a little." He dealt me two cards. "Hit me," I said. He tossed down a king. "Damn, bust." I turned over my card and revealed twenty-two as a score. Dennis flipped down another card. "Twenty," he said. "So now I stroke myself twenty-two times, and then you stroke me twenty?" I asked. "That's right." I sat back and wrapped my fist around my shaft and stroked myself counting upward and downward strokes as one complete stroke. Dennis watched me, and I could tell he was having a hard time keeping his hands off his own cock. I counted out my twenty-two strokes and then he leaned forward and grabbed hold of my cock and counted out twenty more strokes. He was right. It did feel better to have him jerking on me. I suddenly got into this game a whole lot more. We played a few more rounds until we heard the dryers buzz. We'd been sitting in the laundry room stroking ourselves, and each other for 45 minutes and neither of us had come. "I've got an idea," I said. "Let's both walk back to my apartment, naked, and boned up, and we can continue this or play a different kind of game if you like. How about it?" Dennis jumped up and headed for the dryers. "Man, you're on." We didn't bother to fold clothes, just tossed them into the laundry baskets and practically ran to my apartment across the courtyard. Once inside Dennis grabbed me and pressed me against the wall, his tongue exploring my mouth again, and his hands roaming freely over my body. I did the same to him, pulling him closer and feeling his cock pressing against mine. We rubbed together for a few moments before I led him to the bedroom and pushed him back on the bed. "I wanna suck your cock," I said. Dennis lay back against my pillows with his hands behind his head, his legs spread. "Go for it." I fell between his knees and began licking his shaft and running my tongue over the tip of his cock. Soon I had my lips around the tip and was gliding down the shaft, burying my nose in his bush. I felt his hand on the back of my head, and then he thrust upward, fucking my face. After a few moments he pulled me off him. "Let's sixty-nine," he said as he shifted around on the bed to face my rock hard cock. He didn't wait for an answer before diving down on my cock. We rolled about, shifting positions until we were comfortable, and I felt his tongue on my balls. It was a great feeling. We changed positions a couple more times before he pulled back and said, "I'm coming." I pulled my mouth off his cock and started jerking on him until he blew his load all over my chest and stomach. The sight of his cum shooting out of that mushroom tip set me off, and I began to shoot as he stroked me off. Spurt after spurt of hot cum landed on his stomach and on mine, and then he pulled us together and shifted around to kiss me, laying on top of me and grinding his cock against mine. We lay there panting for a few moments before I spoke. "Man, the next time I play strip poker with my brother, you're definitely invited." 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