Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2004 02:31:46 EST From: Mnhowler@aol.com Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 3 You Lost The Bet - Chapter Three By R.A. Swain Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. While there is incest involved, it is between consenting adults, and not the complete focus of the story. Also any unsafe sexual acts are for the enjoyment of the read, but not advocated by the author. Always play safe. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior, and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material. Copyright 2004. 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: The game was pretty close in score. I sat in the stands with my college roommate, Dan, watching our school get trounced. I still remember it like it was yesterday, for several reasons. One was the fact we had both roomed with one of the players our freshman year, and now he was a star center. I mean, the guy would occasionally get pictured on the news. This always amused both Dan and I because we wondered if he would be as semi-famous as he was becoming if people saw him as we remembered him, losing a drunken bet and going down on all three of his roommates? The second reason I remember the game so clearly is because I lost a bet to Dan, and after the game I had to walk back across campus in the cold New Jersey winter weather, with my cock and balls hanging out of my pants, all the way from the gymnasium to the dorms. I was thinking about that bet when my cell phone rang. I picked it up. "Yeah?" "Hey, are you up for some darts tonight?" My cousin Scott asked. "I can't. " I said. "My assistant and I are working late on a project." Jeff looked up. "I can handle things here." "Why don't you bring him along?" Scott asked. Now there was a thought. Although, in the back of my mind I already knew what might happen, the thought of hanging out with Jeff in a more social setting peeked my interest. After working on several projects with him, and playing nightly games involving some degree of nudity with him, we still hadn't just gone out in a less work-like environment. "Hey Jeff, do you feel like going out tonight with me and my cousin?" I asked. Jeff put down his pen. "Sure, I'm free. What've you got in mind?" "Just some darts at a bar we know." "Cool, count me in," Jeff said. "I heard him," Scott said. "Eight-thirty at McDougoal's good?" "See you there," I said, and hung up. "So, do you think we can manage to get this project done by the end of the week?" I asked Jeff. He shrugged. "I suppose so. My half is almost finished. We just need your stuff." "Well, we're not doing anymore tonight. Let's go." I filled Jeff in on my cousin Scott shortly after our first bet together. Jeff loved the fact my cousins and brother and I still did bets and dares. His brother had moved away and they didn't get together to play anymore. Once in the bar, we found Scott in the backroom already tossing darts and occasionally watching a pool game going on across the room. "Hey man, glad you could make it," Scott said. "Scott, this is my assistant, Jeff. Jeff, meet my cousin Scotty. I'll get the first round." I headed to the bar. The place was average busy for a Tuesday night. A few people in the front room, and Roy, the regular bartender already filling a pitcher and handing me two more mugs. I headed back to the dartboard. "So, your cousin here has challenged me to a game," Jeff said. "Oh? Any interesting stakes?" Scotty smirked. "Don't assume I corrupt everyone like I did you," he said. "Too late," I shot back. "Jeff is a player." Scotty smiled. "Are you now?" Jeff took the beer from my hand. "Yeah, and very good." "So if I were to offer you a bet, you might be inclined to take it?" Scotty asked, a bit of a daring tone in his voice. "I might," Jeff replied. He looked at me and added, "if it's okay with my boss here?" I laughed. "You're a free agent. Just be warned, Scotty is very good at darts." "Name your bet," Jeff said to Scotty. Scotty grinned from ear to ear, and slapped me on the back. "This one's cocky, isn't he?" "He can be," I answered, sipping my beer. "Loser buys the second round," Scotty said. Jeff blinked and looked toward me. "Is that it?" Scotty shook his head. "Oh yeah, I forgot. Loser goes up to the bar with his balls hanging out of his pants, and leaves `em out for the next game as well." "Now that's more like it," Jeff said. He turned to me. "Are you in on this?" "I'll play winner," I said. I stood back and watched my cousin and Jeff taking turns tossing the darts toward the board, occasionally one would curse or stomp when they missed their target. The game didn't take long. Soon Scotty was standing before Jeff and I cautiously looking around behind him, and tugging the zipper of his jeans down. He reached in and pulled out his balls. He then pulled his shirt out of his pants so it was hanging loose and sort of covered his balls. It was a good thing Ray was on tonight, because he knew the antics of Scotty and I. Jeff and I watched Scotty make his way out of the backroom to the main bar. "I'm impressed," Jeff said. "I didn't know if he would actually do something this public." "Don't be too impressed," I said. "I'm playing you next, and I've got a different bet in mind." I waited for Scotty to return while Jeff stood looking at me as if he were trying to figure out what I was thinking. Scotty brought back the second pitcher, and sat it on the table. "Ray said we're cool, just no jerking off on the pool table tonight." Jeff looked from Scotty to me. "Are you serious?" I laughed. "That was a while ago. I'll tell you about it some other time. Right now I feel like some darts. So how about we play a slight variation of strip darts?" Jeff furrowed his brow. "How do you mean?" "Well, you and I came straight from the office, so we're still kind of business casual here. So we play the numbers, one through twenty, in order. The most darts in a number wins the round. Each time one of us loses the winner tells him what to open, or unbutton. Neither of us will be completely naked, but one of us will have his cock and balls hanging out of his pants before the end of the game." I spelled out the rules. We were wearing casual sports jackets, dress shirts, slacks, loafers and socks. The shirts had five buttons with the top buttons already open. I figured Jeff would follow my lead, since I planned on winning, and figure out what to have me opening or doing. We began the game and I was doing very well, taking the first two rounds. "Open the next button on your shirt," I told him after the first win. He did, revealing his hairy chest. Scotty watched us playing, sitting on a stool trying not to be so obvious that his balls were still hanging out of his jeans. "Hey P.J., up for a side bet?" "Sure," I answered my cousin. "What do you have in mind?" "If you beat Jeff here, I'll strip naked in the parking lot and streak once around it," he said. "And if I lose the same?" "You have to do it with a hard on," Scotty said with a smirk. "The guys in your family like to see you with a boner, don't they?" Jeff commented. "You did a few nights ago," I replied, gesturing to the darts. I tossed and ordered Jeff to open the next button on his shirt. He had two more to go. Jeff won the next round and now I was opening the button on my shirt. He won two more rounds and my shirt was almost completely open. We tossed again, and my shirt was completely open. Another drink, I thought, and I might lose the game. Had to hold on a little, and slow down. I tossed again, and won. Now Jeff's shirt was completely open. Another toss and I won the next round as well. "Unzip the fly," I said with a smile. Jeff glanced around at the few people playing pool and sitting out toward the front of the bar. He reached for his slacks and slowly tugged down the fly. I couldn't tell if he was freeballing or not. He tossed and lost the next round to me. I could see the panic on his face, but he didn't know what I was going to say. "Step over into the corner there, and take your shirt off. Then put your jacket back on," I told him. He looked at me and laughed. "You're going to prolong this right down to the end, aren't you?" "The corner is dark. No one will really notice you doing it. Besides, some of the people in here at the pool table know Scotty and I, and have been watching us all along. We're kind of an underground attraction here." Jeff had a puzzled look on his face, but moved to the corner and did as I said. He stepped back out with his jacket buttoned, and his shirt balled up sticking out of the left pocket. I stepped up to him and brushed his shoulder off, and casually reached down and unbuttoned his jacket again. "Sorry, but no re-buttons." He smiled sheepishly and stepped up to the line. He tossed the darts again and won. "Well, it looks like your zipper is coming down now, boss." Jeff said, raising his glass to me. I glided my hand down the front of my open shirt, stopped at my waist and then quickly tugged the zipper of my gray trousers open. Scotty was watching intently, marveling at how close Jeff and I kept the game. I decided to push the limits. I knew I could manage to take a couple more wins, and did. On the first of my next two wins I directed Jeff back into the dark corner again, and told him to remove his socks. When I took the next win, I asked him straight out if he was wearing underwear? He told me he was. I smiled and said, "It's a good thing you are, because we haven't gotten all the way around the board yet, and I want to play a little more. Now go take a bathroom break, and when you come back your underwear will be in your pocket along with your socks." Jeff did as I said. Scotty laughed. "Man, you always find the fun guys. What's next for him?" "I'd be more worried about having to streak around the parking lot if I were you," I said. I refilled our mugs while we waited for Jeff to return. He came back from the men's room a few moments later. I smiled at him. "Show me the undies," I said. He sheepishly tugged a pair of green cotton briefs up out of his right jacket pocket and pushed them back down. "I'm gonna take you in the next round," he said. "Care to up the ante?" I asked. "To what?" "When I beat you, you'll join Scotty on a little parking lot streaking. How about it?" I asked. "And when I beat you, wait a second, you'll already be streaking with a boner. What do I get if I win?" Jeff asked. Scotty gestured for Jeff to come over to his side of the table, and he whispered in his ear. "Hey, No fair coaching," I said. Jeff smiled. "Cool. I think I like it." He turned to me. "Boss, you know these games we've played were heading in this direction." I guessed at what Scotty might've suggested to Jeff, but waited to hear. Jeff continued. "After your streak with a boner, you sit on the trunk of your car and beat off." I hadn't guessed correctly, but close enough. "You're on." We approached the line again, and I tossed the darts. Jeff followed suit, and smiled. "Well, P.J., I think it's time for you to go into the corner and remove your shirt." I stepped back into the dark corner, and glanced out at the few people scattered around the room. I saw two guys I knew very well, and had made bets against in the past watching me and laughing between themselves, as I removed my jacket and quickly tugged my shirt off. I put my jacket back on and tucked the shirt into my jacket pocket. The game was coming close to the end. We tossed the darts again, and I won. Jeff looked at me, our eyes locked, and he reached for the front of his pants. I shook my head and stepped closer to him. "Not this round," I said. "I've got something else in mind." I lead Jeff back to the table where Scotty sat watching us. "Looks like the kid lost," Scotty said. "Not yet. We've got a couple more rounds to go," I replied. "Instead of you hanging your cock and balls out yet, I've got a different dare in mind." Jeff just stood listening to me talk, and nodding his head. I could see the excitement in his eyes as I talked, and knew he was as into all of this as Scotty and I. "So, for this round," I said, "Scotty will assist me. I want you to stand right next to Scotty, and finish drinking your beer. While you're drinking the beer, Scotty will reach into your pants through your fly and play with your cock." Jeff looked around the room, and I wondered if he would spot the two guys across the room I knew were watching us. I watched Jeff step back behind Scotty and raise his mug to his lips. His eyes darted around the room and he visibly jumped when Scotty reached into his fly. I enjoyed watching my 28 year-old office assistant being groped by my cousin. The look on Jeff's face was priceless, especially when I followed his glace across the room to the two men watching him being groped through his open fly by my cousin. They raised their mugs to us and nodded. I thought Jeff would either die or blow a load right then. I could tell he was fully hard in his slacks and that Scotty was enjoying his part in this dare. Jeff sat the empty mug down on the table and I watched Scott retracted his hand from Jeff's pants, having left Jeff's cock in a position that was just about straight out but enough to the side that he wasn't sticking out of his pants yet. "Ready for the next round," I said. Jeff nodded. He somehow managed to take the next round, and had me step back into the shadows again and remove my socks. I wondered if he could win another round and get my boxers off? I was already hard from the thrill of the game, and from knowing we were being watched by at least two of the guys in the bar. I tucked my socks into my jacket pocket and stepped out again. "Ready to lose?" I asked. "Smartass!" Jeff sneered. "You're gonna be losin'." I noticed the slur in his words. "I guess you won't be driving home tonight." "We can always call John or Joey to pick us up," Scotty said. "Oh yeah, that'll be good." I replied. "They could come watch the two of you streak the parking lot." "Big words," Jeff said. "Let's see who wins. Toss the darts." I stepped forward again, and took my best shot. "Dammit!" I missed. I knew my next forfeit would be my boxers. Jeff tossed his darts and smiled at me. "I gotta take a leak, so I'll join you in the men's room," he said. We both entered the restroom, having walked through the fairly empty bar. Four people were at the main bar, and a total of nine in the back room. Slow night, I thought. "Hey," Jeff said, as I headed for a stall. "I dare you to lose your underwear right out here." "What if someone comes in?" I asked. Not that I'm modest, but not everyone in the bar knew of my antics, only some. "Take the dare," he pushed. I opened my belt, undid the button of my slacks and let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them, still wearing my loafers. I realized how silly I looked in boxers, a jacket and loafers. Jeff was watching me over his shoulder while standing at the urinal. He was having a time trying to relieve him self with the boner I knew he had, but he somehow was managing. I quickly tugged down my boxers and struggled out of them, getting them caught on my foot. I stood up straight again, revealing my own hard cock to my friend, and picked up my pants. I had to step out of my shoes to put my pants back on. The tile floor was cool on my feet. I moved quickly once again, and got my pants up and shoes on before someone entered the restroom. Both Jeff and I were boned up, but the guy either didn't notice, or didn't care as he headed for the stall. Jeff and I returned to the backroom and found Scotty talking to one of the men from across the bar. I nodded and Scotty reintroduced the guy as Todd. I remember losing a bet to him on foosball one night, and streaking the bar at closing time. Todd's friend had left, and Todd asked if he could watch us from up close? Jeff didn't care, and neither did I. We move on for another round of darts. I guess the beer was getting to me, because I lost again to Jeff. I wondered if he would claim the prize, or make it last another round? Jeff didn't waste any time in making me sweat. He gestured me back to the table. I figured he was going to have Scotty grope me as I had done to him, and moved back to stand behind my cousin. "So Todd knows about you guys, right?" Todd nodded. "Yeah, I won a couple bets against P.J. there, and Scotty and I have played a few times." I looked between my blonde cousin and Todd, who had a fiery red head of hair, with a neatly trimmed mustache and beard that matched. Todd was about my height, and weight. I hadn't seen his cock hard ever, but imagined it on a few occasions. "Cool," Jeff said. "P.J., for this dare instead of having Scotty grope you, if Todd is willing I want him to grope you while you finish a beer." Now my eyes really lit up. Jeff definitely knew how to push my buttons. Todd smiled when it was explained exactly what was expected of him. I stepped around the table and stood behind him. As I raised my mug to my lips I watched Todd pick up his mug with one hand, and move his other hand down the front of my slacks to my open fly. I took a sip of cold beer and felt Todd's cool hand slip into my pants, and wrap around my shaft. I knew I couldn't drink too fast, and didn't want to. I glanced around and noticed the few people in the room and saw none of them really paying me any attention. At least I hadn't thought they were, as I slowly drank my beer and felt Todd's strong hand stroking my shaft and groping my balls. I looked toward the front of the bar and noticed Roy standing at the bar, watching and kind of laughing to himself. I shifted my glance to Jeff, and saw his steely eyes locked on mine. I actually felt a shiver of excitement at the look Jeff was giving me. It was obvious how turned on he was getting watching me being groped in a public bar by a guy he had just met. I reluctantly finished my beer and placed the empty glass on the table. Todd removed his hand from my pants and adjusted my cock so it wouldn't stick out yet. I took a deep breath. "I guess this'll be the last round," I said. Jeff stepped up to the line and tossed his darts. One, two, three, they went. The first dart hit its mark, the second one missed and the third one hit. He smiled and turned to me. "Beat that one, boss man." I stepped up to the line. My hand drew back, and let go with my first dart. It hit the mark. The second one followed in line and so did the third. I had won. I turned to Jeff. "Time to collect the prize," I said. He looked around the room, and then returned his gaze to me. He reached down to the front of his slacks. I shook my head, and stepped forward directly in front of him. I reached down and into his fly, and wrapped my hand around his hard shaft. Slowly I stroked it a couple of times and withdrew it from his trousers. It was sticking straight up in front of him. Todd and Scotty laughed. Jeff turned his back toward the room, and caught the eye of Roy behind the bar. Roy smiled and nodded at him. I think Jeff felt both relieved and embarrassed at that point. He stepped up to the table in an effort to hide his cock. "Finish your beer," I said, "so we can go out to watch you and Scotty streak the parking lot." "Can I watch that too?" Todd asked. "Sure," I said, "if you can give us all a ride home afterwards, because none of us are in too good a shape to drive." "No problem," Todd replied. "On the condition that Scotty here, and Jeff don't get dressed after streaking. They can ride in the backseat, naked." "And me?" I asked. "You ride in the front, next to me, and I finish that handjob I started giving you earlier," Todd answered. "Well boys, we've got a ride home, now lets get you two out in the parking lot and see you totally naked." End Chapter 3 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: