Date: Mon, 1 Nov 2004 00:26:11 EST From: Mnhowler@aol.com Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 20 Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. There is unsafe sex depicted herein, and should not be practiced outside of fantasy realms. 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 20 By R. A. Swain Sometimes a bet or dare is made all the more fun because of the location, location, location. P.J. pulled up into the parking lot of the office building on the South side of the office park. Joey, his cousin was standing outside leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette. "It's about time," he said, tossing the cigarette down and stamping it out. "You're so welcome for my going out of my way to pick you up after work." P.J.'s voice oozed sarcasm. "Sorry," Joey replied. "It's just Friday, and you know how much I hate being without a car." "Yeah, I do. So when is you car going to be out of the shop?" "Soon, I hope. So, what's the plan for tonight?" P.J. shrugged. "I'm pretty much open to most anything. " Joey smiled. "Yeah, you are. As a matter of fact, I seem to remember you saying that same thing Wednesday night, in the bar, when you lost at darts." P.J. scowled. "I'm surprised you can remember Wednesday night. As I remember I had to pour you into my car and drive you home." "That you did, Cuz, and I'm grateful. Although, I don't remember you paying up when you lost that bet Wednesday night." P.J. was silent for a moment. "Well, you were so drunk, I really couldn't pay up." "Now what was that bet again?" Joey asked. P.J. stepped on the gas and drove out of the parking lot and headed through the office park. "Um, I don't seem to remember." "Yeah, I figured it might slip your mind," Joey said, "But I'm good at remembering the stakes, and as I recall we were playing for the loser's pants for the rest of the evening." P.J. sighed, realizing where Joey was heading. "Yeah, I do remember something about loser having to take his pants off for the rest of the evening." "Yes, and since you didn't pay up that night, you owe me." P.J. sighed again. "I suppose you want me to pay up tonight?" Joey smiled. "Well, since you do owe me, I figured tonight would be as good as any night to pay up. However, since you didn't pay up that night, I claim rights to up the bet." "What? It was your fault I didn't pay up. You were so drunk I had to drive you home. I don't know how you even managed to win." "Tut, tut, Cuz. These are just our standard rules," Joey said sweetly. P.J. took a deep breath. "Okay, so what do you want?" "Nothing too dramatic," Joey said. "I want your pants, and whatever you're wearing beneath them off, now. You'll stay that way, bare bottomed for the rest of the evening at my apartment. All you'll be allowed to wear is your shirt, tie, socks and shoes." "That's it?" P.J. asked. "Just hang out with you, naked from the waist down, at your apartment for the whole night?" Joey smiled. "You've got to take your pants off now, on the ride home." P.J. looked about at the usual Friday night traffic. It was getting toward dark. "You want me to strip my pants off here, in the car, in traffic?" Joey giggled. "Yup. Pants and underwear." P.J. took another deep breath. "Okay, at the next light they come off," he said. As he spoke he reached down and began opening his belt. He popped the button on his navy blue slacks, and worked the zipper open. As the car came to a stop at the next traffic signal, he loosed his seatbelt for a moment, and in a swift move, bucked his hips upward, and shucked his slacks and his boxer shorts to his knees. He then lowered them down his calves, and slipped them off his feet. He slipped his feet back in his loafers, and refastened his safety belt. Joey beamed with glee. "This is gonna be fun." As they drove along in the steady stream of traffic, P.J. paced his car so that he wasn't really along side of anyone who could look over from the passenger side and see him sitting there naked from the waist down. At least, he tried to pace his car as to avoid being spotted naked. He was doing pretty well, until he fell behind a slower driver, and wound up at a traffic light right next to a truck. He glanced, as casually as he could, up at the drive who he could see was a young guy, probably in his twenties, staring straight down into the car. He saw the driver roll his window down, and then watched Joey roll down his window. "Damn man, you're pant less," the driver said. "Yeah, he is." Joey said. "He lost a bet to me, and now he's paying up." A car horn caught their attention. The light had changed. "Hey, will you guys pull off at the rest stop up the road with me? I really wanna talk." The driver was almost panting. Joey looked at P.J. "You want to, Cuz?" P.J. looked up at the scruffily handsome young driver. "Okay, we'll follow you." He felt his cock getting slightly hard at the thought of maybe hooking up with the truck drive. They drove toward the highway a rest stop with which P.J. was familiar. He pulled off the road behind the truck and then parked alongside the 18-wheeler. He and Joey sat in the car, waiting for the trucker to climb down out of his cab and cross the several feet between his truck and P.J. sedan. The drive walked slowly across the distance between his truck and P.J.'s car, swaggering slightly in his tight jeans and wife beater. He stopped at P.J.'s window and leaned down. "I'm Hank." "P.J., and this here's my cousin Joey." "Damn, I can't believe my luck," Hank said. "I've always fantasized about seeing a naked guy driving along, and getting him to stop and talk to me." "Well, here I am, sort of," P.J., replied. "You've never seen one before? A naked driver, I mean?" "I've seen a few guys jerkin' off while drivin' down the highway, but you're the first one I had the chance to actually talk to," Hank answered. "So you lost a bet to your cousin?" "Yeah, I did. I have to be naked from the waist down for the rest of the evening." "Damn. That's hot. Anything else?" "I'm sure Joey will dare me to do something else." P.J. said. Hank casually stood up and scratched his belly, letting his hand drift down over his crotch and giving it a squeeze before leaning down again. "What might Joey dare you to do?" Joey smiled. "Do you like dares, Hank?" "Hell yes," Hank said. "I love bets and dares." Joey looked at P.J. "Well, I might dare my cousin here to get out of the car and walked around it, playing with himself while he does it." Hank's eyes lit up. "You might?" Joey could see he had Hank hooked. "I might, if say, you took a dare first." Hank looked across the car through the driver's window. "What kind of dare?" Joey's eyes locked with Hank's. "Well, I wouldn't want my cousin to do something risky with a stranger unless the stranger was willing to do something equally as risky. It only seems fair." Hank paused and looked around the rest stop. No other cars or trucks at the moment, and just a dim streetlight out at the highway. Another light over the pisser doors about one hundred feet away. "Are you daring me to take my pants off out here and walk around the car playing with my cock?" "It only seems fair," Joey said. "After all, you've seen P.J. without pants." Hank looked back toward the highway. He knew he was far enough from the roadway to be safe, and unseen in the darkening evening. "I haven't seen you without pants yet," he countered. Joey paused. "Fair enough." He got out of the car and walked around to the driver's side right next to Hank. "We'll talk our pants off at the same time. Deal?" Hank smiled. "Deal." He reached for his belt as Joey reached for his. The two men opened their belts, then Joey undid his slacks, while Hank unsnapped his jeans and popped open his button fly. Hank's eyes widened as he realized Joey was going commando. "Damn, you're not wearing any underpants beneath that suit." "That's right," Joey said with a smile and he slipped off his loafer and stepped out of his pants. "I see you're freeballin' yourself." Hank realized he was standing with his jeans down around his knees. He toed off his sneakers and slipped his jeans off. Both men stood by the car, sizing each other up. "There was more to this dare than just takin' off pants," he said. "Yes there was," P.J. said. He opened his driver's side door and climbed out to join his cousin and the lean, slightly hairy trucker. "As I recall, you two were going to join me on a walk around the car playing with yourselves." With that, P.J. began stroking his growing cock, and walking around in front of the two men. Hank looked at Joey, who had grabbed his flaccid cock and was stroking himself. "Your turn, Hank," Joey said. Hank took his semi-hard obviously eight inch long, five-inch wide cock with a mushroom tip in his slender hand and begin tugging on it while the two men watched him. The three men stood facing each other, stroking their cocks, several hundred feet from the highway, in the growing darkness, barely able to see one another, stroking their cocks for each other's entertainment. "I might dare you to stroke me," Hank said to P.J. "If you'll dare your cousin to stroke on you?" P.J. laughed. "Joey, I dare you to stroke my cock for a few minutes." Joey reached over and took P.J.'s cock in his hand, and watched as P.J. reached for Hank's cock. He glanced at Hank. "I dare you to stroke on me for a few minutes." Now hank reached for Joey. They stood, a few inches apart, in a circle, jerking each other's shafts. "Damn, can we take this into the pisser?" Hank asked. "I don't see why not?" P.J. replied. The three men walked across the parking lot bare assed toward the rest room. A small building with a urinal and a toilet with the word "men" carved over the door. The women's room was on the opposite side of the lot. The smell inside was rank. A mixture of piss, and bad air freshener, among other scents. Before P.J. or Joey could say anything, Hank was on his knees in front of them, stroking Joey, and sucking on P.J. "Oh yeah," P.J. moaned. "That's hot. Yes, suck my cock." Hank switched back and forth between Joey and P.J., sucking and jerking on both of their cocks. He paused for a moment and looked up ant them. "I want you guys to cum on me. Cum on my chest, on my T-shirt. I want to wear it for the rest of my ride." He went back to sucking and jerking on the two cousins for several more minutes until P.J. grunted. "I'm getting close." Hank turned to Joey, and sucked on his cock while jerking P.J. more rapidly. P.J. moaned again. And Hank turned to watch P.J. blow a load on Hank's T-shirt. Spurt after spurt, cum shot out of his cock onto the trucker's chest. "Yeah," Joey whispered, and pulled back so Hank could watch him shoot his load onto Hank's chest as well. He felt Hank squeezing his balls as the final spurt landed on the now soaked T-shirt. "Damn, that was hot." Hank said. He stood up and stroked his own cock several times until he blew his own load up his flat stomach and onto his T-shirt. Joey and P.J. just stood there watching. "And that's how we met Hank," P.J. said to Jeff and Scotty, as he dealt the cards around the boardroom table in his office. "I'm just glad Hank could join us tonight." Hank leaned forward and picked up the cards before him. "I ain't never played strip poker in some guy's office before, and when P.J. asked me to join y'all after I called him, I just couldn't resist. That night with Joey and him was amazing." "Yeah, my little brother can be intense." Scotty replied. He tossed down two cards. "I can't wait to see what's under those jeans." Hank smiled. "Feelings mutual. Looks like Jeffy here isn't doing too well." He eyed P.J.'s friend and assistant who was already sitting in nothing more than his boxers. "Yeah, well, we'll see after this hand. You might be freeballing under your jeans." Jeff said, scratching his chin with the edge of the cards. P.J. dealt out the next cards, very aware that he was freeballing under his dress slacks, and unless he won this hand, he would be naked. "Cards?" He asked Hank. "I'm good." "I call," Scotty said. He looked across the table at Hank. "What you got, cowboy?" "He's got a lot," P.J. said with a smirk. Hank pawed his crotch and laughed. "Yeah, I do." He placed his cards down, revealing three queens. "Fuck," P.J. muttered. "I second that," Jeff said. "I'll third that," Scotty added. He and P.J. stood up and peeled off their pants while Jeff removed his boxers. Scotty still had his boxers on. "Looks like it's you and me," Hank said. "Unless we let these guys play for dares?" "Naked guys are playing for dares," Scotty said. "I think they are playing for blowing the winner of this hand." "You're on," P.J. said. "Yup," Jeff added. Both he and P.J. sat again, "Hey, Jeff," Scotty said. "I've got a side bet for you." "Yeah?" "If you lose this hand, not only do you blow the winner, but you put on a five minute jerk off show, laying on the table, stroking your cock, and shoving a finger up your ass." "You're on," Jeff replied. "And if I win this hand, you put on the jerk off show." "Deal." Scotty said, picking up the cards Hank dealt him. He eyed them, and dropped two. He picked up his replacements and lowered his left hand to his crotch, kneading his cock through his boxers. P.J. took two cards, and so did Jeff. As the men lowered their card to the table Jeff smiled. "Alright Scotty. Let's see you get naked and put on that jerk off show." Scotty shrugged and stood up. He lowered his boxers and climbed up on the table. He lay back, and began tugging on his cock, while P.J., Jeff and Hank, who also lost his jeans, stood over him. They stroked their cocks while watching Scotty stroke himself, and play with his ass. "Since I'm the over all winner here, I think Scotty should rotate around the table, sucking on all of our cocks, and then let us blow our loads on him," P.J. said. "Me first," Jeff said, thrusting his hips forward as Scotty wiggled around to take his long smooth cock into his mouth. "Oh yeah, dude. Suck it." Scotty licked and sucked on Jeff, while stroking himself. Hank and P.J. moved closer together, and began stroking each other while watching Scotty's show. He released Jeff from his mouth and moved around to take Hank in his mouth, while Jeff resumed stroking himself. "Oh man, you suck better than your brother," Hank said in a horse tone. He thrust his cock fucking Scotty's mouth. Again, Scotty released Hank's cock, and shifted to take P.J. in his mouth. "Yeah, Cuz, suck me. Suck me hard." He knew how good Scotty was at working his tongue around his cock, and he wanted to enjoy it as much as he could. It wasn't long before he felt cum building up within his balls. "I'm close," he warned. "So am I," Jeff said. "Me too," Hank whispered. "Then go for it, guys," Scotty said, moving to center himself in the middle of all three men. "I'm your cumrag for tonight. Blow your load on me. Do it! Now!" He squeezed his own cock and frigged his ass with three fingers, bucking his hips in the air as cum shot out his tip and over his chest and stomach. P.J. groaned at the sight of Scotty's first spurt of cum shooting out onto his chest and stomach, and his cock started to spurt. Hank and Jeff joined in on the circle jerk shoot off, and blew their loads, spurt after spurt, until Scotty's chest and stomach were covered in cum. All four men slowed their stroking, until they were panting and breathing hard, and feeling very released. "Damn, that was hot." Said Hank. "Yeah," Scotty said, rubbing his hand over his cum covered chest. "Now how many more times tonight can you guys manage to blow a load on me?" "I'm willing to shoot several more," Jeff said. "Me too," Hank added. "You know I'm up for it," said P.J. End Chapter 20 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: