Date: Wed, 19 May 2004 23:20:40 EDT From: Mnhowler@aol.com Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 15 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 15 R. A. Swain One of the best parts of taking bets or doing dares is the risk of getting caught. It's more fun when there is a risk involved, but none of us want to get arrested either. It's hard to not face that possibility, but sometimes getting caught by friends or like-minded strangers or family is fun. Getting caught by my dad when John, Scottie, Joey and I were skinny-dipping in our pool was fun because he just laughed and told us not to let our mothers catch us, because they would have a fit if they knew we were running around the backyard naked. Naturally I played games and accepted bets and dares in more risky places than my own backyard. One such place was the college library. My room mate Chris and I had a standard game of Rock-Paper-Scissors we would play to liven up the daily grind of college. One such day does stand out in my mind as extra fun. We were going to the library on Friday afternoon. Now going to the library on a Friday afternoon meant you were either a really serious student who wanted to graduate, or you were way behind in something and needed to finish up a paper or some other research work and were sacrificing early weekend party time to do it. The library was fairly empty on Fridays. When we got to the library, standing outside on the sidewalk, Chris turned to me with a smirk on his face. "Rock-Paper-Scissors?" I looked around at the pretty much, deserted area. "I guess so. What are we playing for?" We had some rules, such as, in a public place like this it couldn't be total nudity, or anything that would get us arrested. "What are you wearing under your jeans?" Chris asked, still grinning. "Boxers," I answered. "Plain boxers, or boxer-briefs?" "Plain plaid cotton boxers," I replied. "Why?" "Cool," Chris said. "Loser has to take his pants off and stuff them in his backpack for the entire time you're in the library." I looked down at my clothing, an unbuttoned shirt, a tank top, jeans and sneakers. My boxers wouldn't actually attract too much attention, as it was pretty warm out and a lot of the guys were in shorts. Of course I was hoping to win and then Chris would be in his boxers. "What are you wearing under your jeans?" "Boxers. Light blue." "Let's do it," I said. We shook our fists out and counted to three. Dammit. His scissor beat my paper. He was giggling and smirking. I looked around again, and stepped off the sidewalk behind some shrubs. I quickly toed off my sneakers, and shed my pants. Even though my boxers could pass as regular shorts I still felt self-conscious strutting around outdoors in my boxers. Also kind of excited. We entered the library and started our respective research projects. I found the books I would need were on the third floor. Chris joined me at a reading pit, four sofas in a square with a coffee table in the center to place our books. The library was almost empty except for the assistant librarian, Mitch, a grad student who worked part-time to earn a few extra bucks, and a handful of students, mostly science and math students scattered on the far side of the library or on the other levels. Hey, Rock-Paper-Scissors?" Chris asked. "For what?" I countered, being cautious of Chris. "My pants against your button down shirt. If you lose you'll be in just your boxers and tank top." He didn't try to contain his glee as he spoke. "You're on, only instead of just your pants, loser leaves his pants off until we get back to the dorm," I added. "Let's do it," he said. We shook our fists out again, and I smiled. Chris glanced around, stood up, toed off his sneakers and shed his pants, leaving him in his light blue boxers. Now his boxers were more noticeable than mine as underwear. A few minutes later he nudged my arm. I looked up. The assistant librarian was shelving some books on the floor below us, and we could see him from the open area in the center of the library next to our study pit. "Another round?" "Shirts?" "Yeah." I nodded, and we shook out our fists again. His paper covered my rock. I pulled my button down shirt off and stuffed it in my backpack. We continued studying, for a few minutes then Chris nudged me again. "Let's go for another round," he whispered. "What are we playing for?" "Loser gets himself hard and walks around the entire third floor, with his boxers tenting out." I couldn't resist the urge to push it a little. "Loser lets the winner reach into the loser's boxers and get him hard." Chris gave a broad grin, and held out his fist. I held out mine. We shook fists and his rock beat my scissors. I sat back and let Chris reach into my boxers through the fly, glancing around to make sure we were alone. He wrapped his fist around my soft cock and began squeezing and stroking my cock. I was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my cock for a few moments, until he retracted his hand and left me sitting there with my boxers tenting out in the front in a very obvious way. "Now do the walk," he said. I looked around and casually got up and began strolling around the third floor, up and down the aisles as if I were looking for a book. My boner was very obviously tenting out my boxers, but I didn't run into anyone. A few aisles further down and I turned right into Mitch, in his khakis and T-shirt and loafers. Now Mitch was about 25 at the time, thin and very cute, with dark curly hair, a goatee and deep blue eyes. I turned slightly so as to hide my boner and grabbed a book from the nearest shelf before he saw me. I held the book in front of me. "Um, hi Mitch." "Hi P.J. Doing some hard studying?" he asked. "Hard?" I panicked at the word. Had he noticed my erection? "It's a Friday afternoon, and you're a party guy. You don't show up here unless you are falling behind in your classes." "Um, yeah, well, that's me. I gotta get back to studying," I said, backing away from Mitch trying to hide my boner. I made it back to the study pit. "Damn, that was close. Mitch was over in the stacks." "Did he see how tented out you are?" Chris grinned. "I don't think so. I held this book in front of me," I said. I looked at the book. "Shit, Studies In Abnormal Psychology. I was acting a bit abnormal." Chris laughed. "I see you didn't lose your boner any." I looked down at my crotch and my tented out boxers. "No, I guess not. Hey, how about another round?" "What's the bet?" "You have to let me stoke you until you get boned up." "And if I win?" "Name it?" Chris thought for a moment. "Edging." "Edging?" "You have to edge five times, right here." "What if I can't hold out?" "You'll be covered in cum anyway, so walking back to the dorm in just your cum soaked boxers and tank top should be enough of a bet." We shook our fists out, and I watched my paper beat Chris's rock. I just smiled and reached over into his boxers, squeezing his shaft and balls. I kneaded his smooth balls which his shaved on a dare earlier in the week, and kept stroking him until he was tented up just as much as I. We both sat there looking around. We were alone, as far as we knew. "I can't study with a hard on like this," Chris said. "Me either." "Wanna call it quits and go back to the dorm?" I was quiet for a moment. "I suppose so, but I'm still boned up." "Me too. Hey, one more round?" "What's the bet?" "Loser walks back to the dorm boned up like this, and winner gets to go into the men's room and take care of his problem," Chris said. "Sounds like a plan, only I think the loser should have to beat the winner off in the men's room." "I think you should both have to beat off," Mitch said from behind us. We both practically leapt up, but more or less just froze there. "So you guys are playing games in the library," Mitch continued, walking around in front of our sofa. We were both still frozen from being caught, so we didn't think to try to hide our tented out boxers until Mitch was standing right in front of us. "Mitch, it isn't what it looks like?" Chris said. "It looks like to guys sitting in the library in their underwear talking about beating off in the men's room," Mitch said. "Isn't that about right?" "We can explain," I stammered. "You know I could have you both kicked out of school for this," he said. "Yeah, I suppose so," Chris said, "but you aren't going to, are you?" Mitch smiled. "What would you do for me to keep my mouth shut?" We both looked at Mitch. Me more in awe of the fact he was willing to let us off the hook. "What do you want?" Chris asked. Now Mitch lowered his voice a little and looked around. "For a start, I want both of you to take your cocks out of your boxers. I've heard about you guys doing bets and dares in the dorms, and heard you've done some pretty wild things." Chris and I looked at each other. "Yeah," I said. "We have. Um, you want us to take our cocks out of our boxers right here?" Mitch stood before us and nodded. "And play with them while you have them out." "Are you going to make us jerk off in front of you?" Chris asked, reaching into the fly of his boxers and pulling his long thin hard cock out for all to see. Mitch looked thoughtful for a minute. "Yeah, I think I want to see you guys put on a show for me. Right here, right now. I want you both to stroke each other off, and cum all over your clothes." "If we do this," Chris asked, "will you forget about this little incident and let us go?" Mitch smiled. "If you do that, put on a jerk off show for me, I won't get you kicked out of school. But you'll owe me." "Um, owe you what?" I asked, pulling my cock out of my boxers as Chris wrapped his hand around my shaft and began to stroke. "I'll let you know," Mitch said, groping his crotch. "If you guys put on a good show, maybe I'll let my blow me as payment for not turning you in." "Why not let us blow you right now?" I asked as Chris's hand squeezed my shaft and his thumb rubbed against my tip, which was beginning to leak pre-cum. "Nope," Mitch said. "If the show is good, I'll meet you at your dorm room later tonight, just the two of you, and we'll have a fun time." "And if we don't amuse you?" Chris asked, his hand matching my stroking rhythm on his cock. We were sitting in front of Mitch, as he wanted us, stroking each other's cocks, in the middle of the library. I felt the cum building up in my cock. "I'm not gonna last much longer," I whispered. Mitch smiled. "That's the idea. I want to watch you blow your load on your shorts and shirts." It didn't take long for Chris to bring me off. I admit I was very turned on by being jerked off by Chris in front of Mitch. The idea of being controlled by Chris brought off by him, while being watched really got to me. I shot my lead all over my tank top, and my boxers. Spurt after spurt, until I was covered in cum. Chris shuddered as he watched me shoot, and he began to blow his load, also all over his T-shirt and his boxers. The cum was covering his light clothes much easier than my dark clothing, and his boxers had several transparent spots already appearing. I actually enjoyed the sight of his cum covered boxers with his cock sticking out the fly. Mitch smiled. "Not bad," he said. "Now if you guys promise to give me another show tonight, when we're alone in your dorm room, a show I can join in on, I won't tell anyone about this." We both nodded, still breathing hard from keeping so silent while shoot our loads. Mitch adjusted his cock in his khakis. "Where are your pants?" "In our back packs," I said. "Cool. Give me your backpacks. I'll return them tonight." "But-" Chris elbowed me. "Just do it." "Listen to your buddy. I've got you guys where I want you. We can have fun with this, or I can get you into all sorts of trouble. Now you two can run home, dressed as you are." "It'll be kind of obvious to anyone who sees us that we got stained clothes," I said. "If you're still in the library in two minutes I'll make you leave your boxers and you can run back to the dorm bare assed." "We're going," Chris said. "Well look what I found," Tommy, the UPS guy had said when he entered my office a few minutes earlier. What he had found was my assistant Jay sitting naked on the couch and me standing up and in front of him, stripping off my boxers. Being caught had taken me back to my college days. I heard Jeff telling Tommy it wasn't what it looked liked. "It looks like I caught two guys playing a strip game, judging from the cards on the coffee table. So the question is, if you're both naked what were you playing for next?" I snapped back to reality. "Tommy, why are you here so late? It's after seven?" "I work until my truck is empty. I really have to get back. I wasn't expecting to find anyone here, but I heard laughing when I came up the stairs." "Are you going to tell anyone?" I asked. Tommy, with his blonde mustache and Irish good looks stepped into the office and closed the door, leaning his slight frame against it. "Now what would you guys do for me if I kept this little discovery to myself?" He was gently massaging his crotch as he spoke. "You know, I have seen other things much worse than this going on, and I can keep a secret if necessary, if you make it worth my wile to keep a secret." His hand was on his fly, slowly pulling it down. "Of course I could also tell all the secretaries in the building what I discovered, and word would get out very quickly." His hand reached in to his open fly. "The choice is yours." Jeff and I looked at each other. "Man, you know you've got us, why don't us just tell us you want us to blow you, and we'll do it?" I asked. Tommy's eyes sparkled. "I really can't be long." "We can do this in ten minutes," Jeff said. "Is that too long?" "Perfect," Tommy said, as I knelt in front of him and started opening his belt. "I want to see you naked," I said. "And if you give us fifteen minutes I'll really make you enjoy this." I groped his growing cock through his brown uniform pants as I spoke. "This isn't a one time deal, guys. Right now we do a quickie. What are your plans for tomorrow night?" "Um, sex with you?" I countered. Tommy smiled. "Get your mouth on my cock," he said as it sprung from his briefs as I pulled them down his thighs. I obliged, taking his long thin pale shaft into my mouth, tickling the back of my throat with his pink mushroom tip. I felt Jeff standing next to me, and glanced up to see his taking Tommy's tongue in his mouth. I reached up and began tugging on Jeff's cock, only to have Tommy's hand replace mine. Sometimes getting caught is fun. End Chapter 15 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: