Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2004 00:52:31 EST From: Mnhowler@aol.com Subject: You Lost The Bet -- Chapter 8 You Lost The Bet - Chapter 8 By R.A. Swain 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: I have to admit to getting a major sexual rush from most of the bets and dares I've done in my life. Almost all of them have revolved around sex or nudity in some way, but some of the best ones are those open ended "anything" stakes. Either doing something for a length of time, or doing anything the winner wants the loser to do during a specific period of time assures me an instant erection the moment I hear the word "anything" being uttered. Early on in my discovery of the joys of bets and dares my brother introduced me to the "anything" bets. The only rules were, it couldn't be something that would be permanent, cause physical harm, or get us arrested. With those guidelines in place, everything was open and not very much off limits. My brother John and I enjoyed those bets that would leave one of us at the other's mercy for several hours or an entire weekend. We tried not to extend the time frame too long, as it would cut into the enjoyment of the gamble on other things as well. I remember one particular night when I was about 19. It was summer, our parents had gone away leaving John and I home because we both had summer jobs and couldn't get away. One night two of John's friends, Ray and Matt, came over to watch a baseball game and hangout in our pool. John was known among his friends for his naked bets and dares, something I would soon be known for among his friends as well. I learned John was nicknamed The Flash by his buddies because he would flash on a bet or dare anytime, anywhere. He would and could be talked into most anything else. So that night we're sitting in our rec room as the game comes on. "Hey, John," Ray said. "Wanna bet on the game?" My ears perked up, but I was quiet. "How about betting on each inning instead?" John asked. "Each of us picks a number of runs a team will get in an inning, and the guy closest to his guess without going over wins. Losers do anything the winner of each inning dares them to do." "Anything?" Matt asked. "Yeah," John said. "Like maybe I'll have you take off your clothes, piece by piece for each inning I win, or just run and fetch me a beer." "I'm in," Matt said. "Me too," Ray added. They all looked at me. "By anything you mean anything, right?" I responded. John laughed. "That's generally what the word means," he said. "I think your little brother is just afraid he'll lose and end up having to jerk off in front of us, or maybe blow all of us," Ray said with a laugh. "I think you'll be sucking me off later on," I countered. "I'm in." With that we started placing our bets. After the first inning, John won. He sat laughing. "This is gonna be cool," he said. "Ray, you and Matt both have to strip off your shirts." I watched Ray and Matt both groan and lean forward and tug their t-shirts over their heads. Ray obviously pumped iron, and had a very muscular chest to show for it. He was smooth with blonde hair and big biceps. Matt had olive skin and a thick dark rug of fur on his chest. He also looked like he worked out, but not as much as Ray. "So what about me?" I asked. John smiled. "You, little brother, have to take off your pants." "What?" All three guys laughed. "The bet is anything the winner wants, remember?" Matt said. "Fuck," I muttered. I stood up and undid my jeans, and shucked them, leaving me in a t-shirt, briefs, and socks. We placed our bets on the second inning. Matt won that one. "Cool," he said, stretching his arms above his head. "John, I think I want you and Ray to lose your pants." He then turned to me. "Now your little brother here gets to lose his briefs." "You guys are so gonna pay for this when I win and inning," I said, standing up and stripping off my briefs. My cock was semi-hard, but not fully up yet. The next inning went to John again. He turned to Matt. "Dude, Your pants are history now. And Ray, so are your briefs." I watched Matt slip his jeans down, revealing very hairy legs, and a big bulge in his briefs. Ray slipped his briefs off, revealing a smooth shaved cock that looked to be five inches semi-soft, and nice goose egg balls hanging low between his legs. He still had sock on, but that didn't matter. All three guys were now looking at me. John smiled. "P.J., I want you to get hard and keep yourself hard for the next two innings." I still had my t-shirt and socks on, and had figured John would make me strip first. Damn, I was gonna make him suck every one of us off if I won the next inning. I silently sat back on the couch, next to Matt, and began stroking my cock. All three guys watched my hand as my dick grew. I was fully hard within seconds. The next inning went Ray's way. "John, I want you to strip off your briefs so we can see if your little brother is really a little brother to you or not." He chuckled as he said it. We all watched John strip off his shorts showing us his beer can cock, still soft. He could always control his erections better than me. "Now Matt," Ray said. "Let's see what you've got in those briefs." This was more interesting to me since I'd seen John naked hundreds or times. Matt was extremely hairy. I mean really thick fur from his neck down. His pubic area was no different. His cock looked really funny nestled in among all that hair. He was obviously semi-hard himself. Ray winked at me. "Now P.J. I want you to go get us a round of beers from the fridge. And remember to keep you cock hard for one more inning." I returned with the beers and placed my bet for the next inning. It didn't matter. Ray won again. He hooted with glee this time. "Anything I want! This is so cool. John, I wanna see you and your little brother sixty-nine during the next commercial break. And Matt, you'll have to play with yourself until you get hard." This took the game to the next level. As the commercial break began, John and I got on the floor in front of the TV, in front of his friends, and began sucking on each other's cocks. "How long? "John asked, before taking my cock into his mouth. Ray smiled. "Entertain us for the length of the commercial break, and neither of you can cum." Damn. When I heard those words I knew I would be struggling, because being told I couldn't do something made me want to do it all the more. I felt John's mouth on my tip, and then gliding up and down my shaft, and I reacted in like fashion. Occasionally Ray would give us a direction, such as "suck on his balls," or "deep throat him." John and I both did those things as best we could, although deep throating John was difficult because of the width of his cock. It was still fun. When the commercial break was over I was beginning to leak pre-cum, as was John. We both got up off the floor and looked at Matt whose cock was not fully hard, and sticking up out of his nest of fur almost ten inches. He was definitely a grower. The next inning also went to Ray. He seemed to be on a winning streak. This time he had Matt and John sixty-nine for our entertainment, and told me to remove my t-shirt. He instructed Matt and John not to cum. John had been close when I was with him, but after the inning pause things had slowed down for him. I really enjoyed watching my brother suck off Matt. Actually, I get off big time watching John have sex with anyone, but Matt being so hairy just added to my pleasure. The next commercial break was over and we placed our bets again. John won the next inning, and decided on some revenge on Ray. "Matt and P.J.," he said. "I want both of your to kiss, with Ray's cock between your lips, for the length of the next commercial break. And Ray, you can't cum." Now this got my cock to throb. Kissing a hot and hairy guy like Matt in general would get me going, but doing it with a long hard smooth cock between us was even more of a turn on. Ray stood up, and Matt and I knelt on either side of him. We leaned forward as the commercial break began, and started slobbering all over Ray's hard banana bent cock. The actual kissing was almost impossible because Ray's cock kept slipping from my mouth to Matt's and back. Ray was moaning by the end of the commercial break, and Matt and I were obviously ready to forgo the betting and just get down to some hot sex. "This is making me way hot," I said, as we placed our bets on the next inning. Ray won the next inning. "Hey guys, since P.J. mentioned it, this is making me way hot also. So I dare all three of you guys to run outside and jump in the pool for a quick lap before the next inning." It was dark enough out, and we had high enough hedges to block the view from the neighbors, and we were planning on skinny-dipping later anyway, so it was a natural dare. The problem was swimming with a boner. It just feels so good to go gliding through the water that I never lost mine. I noticed neither did John or Matt. We returned to the rec room and the next round of dares. "Hey, how about a final bet?" Matt asked. "Like?" John inquired. "Losers of this inning belong to the winner for the rest of the evening, doing anything the winner wants them to do," Matt explained. "Yeah, that sounds good to me," Ray said. "Me too," I chimed in. "I'm in," John said. We placed our bets on the inning, and waited. It didn't take long to see Ray was the overall winner. "Well, we're at your service," Matt said, turning to Ray. "Yeah, and I want some orgy going on," Ray said. "Let's start with you and P.J. doing a sixty-nine like you and John did. Then, John, I want you to stand up and let Matt and P.J. kiss with your cock between their lips. Oh, and John, you can't cum until I tell you to cum." "This is gonna be a fun evening," Matt said. I sighed as the phone broke my concentration. "Yeah," I answered. "Hey bro, what ya up to?" John asked. "I was just thinking about the time you and I and your friends Matt and Ray were betting on a baseball game," I answered. "Oh man, that was hot." "Tell me about it. Your friend Matt was one of the hairiest guys I've ever had sex with," I said. "Yeah, and he gave great head," John replied. "Better than me?" "No one gives better head than you," John said. "So do you want to meet after work at the park for some hoops?" "Okay, but I've got to swing by my place to change." "Don't bother. I'll bring some extra shorts and sneakers. You can change right at the park," John offered. "All right. I'll be there in about an hour." When I arrived at the park I was still thinking of that hot open-ended night with Matt, Ray and John. I saw John's jeep and parked next to it. "Hey bro," I said hopping out of my car. "Got my gear?" John tossed me a gym bag and I opened it. "I hope everything fits," he said. I realized what I had let myself in for when I pulled out a half a t-shirt cut off at the midsection. "This some kind of dare?" I asked. "You could say that," John replied. "Go ahead and change, and we'll play a little." I pulled off my own shirt and tugged the t-shirt on. I stood there in the half T and slacks, tossing my shoes in the car. I pulled a pair of shorts out of the bag. They were gray jersey material, and I already knew they would be too tight. I sat down in the driver's seat and slipped my slacks down. Then I looked at the shorts again. "Put `em on over your boxers," John said. I did as he said, and saw my boxers sticking out the legs of the shorts, and over the top. I shook my head. "What have you got in mind here?" I asked, fishing the sneakers out of the bag. They were a pair of John's old ones, and I knew they would fit. "Since you placed yourself at my mercy with the gym clothes here, I'll play you to 21. If you win, I'm at your mercy for the evening. If you lose, you're at my mercy for the evening," John said. I slipped the sneakers on. "Okay dude, but I'm gonna have you doing some embarrassing stuff later." I guess I was too cocky, on the shorts were too tight, because John won. He whooped a bit, and crowed and taunted me about winning all the way back to the car. "Now, slip you boxers off, and put those tight shorts back on," he instructed. I did as I was told. I looked down at my crotch and realized how visible and large the bulge looked. "Okay, now what?" "Take the t-shirt off. You're gonna be shirtless for the rest of the evening," John instructed. Let's take your car home first, and then we'll take my jeep to get some fast food." We drove back to my place and then I hopped into his jeep. It was a warm night so he had the top off. As I strapped myself in he reached over and began kneading my cock and balls through the tight shorts. "Are you gonna keep that up while we drive?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. He pulled out of my driveway and down the street. When we got to the main road he reached for the top of the shorts and tugged them down setting my cock free. He hooked them under my balls as well. "I want you to stroke yourself while I'm driving, and you can't cum until I tell you to cum." The evening air felt great on my bare cock, and even though I was pretty much exposed to any passing cars, I was enjoying putting on a show for my brother. He pulled into a fast food place down the strip, reached over and tugged my shorts up over my cock again. "Now leave it like that," he ordered. My cock was making a huge tent in the front of the tight shorts. It was very visible to the guy working the drive-thru. John ordered a couple of burgers, fries and three thick shakes. After we got the food John pulled around the building and we ate in the parking lot. Afterwards he drove us back to the park. It was very dark now, but he drove down to a cruising spot we both knew. "Get out of the jeep and take the shake with you." Again I did as I was told. We walked along the path until we were under a light near the dirt path that led off into the wooded area. He pulled my shorts down again, this time until they were around my ankles. I was standing under the street light with my shorts pulled down, holding a shake. I saw a couple guys standing along the path take notice of John and I. John took the shake in his hand, leaned me back so my hips were thrusting out, and my cock was thrusting out, and whispered in my ear. "Start jerking, and I'm going to pour a little of the shake on your chest and down your stomach, and then coat your cock with it. I want you to cum in the remainder of the shake, and drink it before you can clean yourself up and get dressed." I looked around the path. There were about seven guys watching us now. I was very visible. I took my hard cock in my hand and began stroking it, knowing I was being displayed for the pleasure of these strangers, and that thought alone made me hot. I felt the cold chocolate of the shake hit my bare chest and run down my stomach. I felt a bit more of it being poured over my cock and I coated myself in it, as ordered. The feeling of John's mouth licking my chocolate-coated nipples got my eyes wide opened and my full attention. He licked my chest and down my stomach, while the strangers moved slightly closer to watch this show. I was getting closer and closer. "John, I'm gonna cum," I said. He handed me the remainder of the shake and I did as instructed, blowing my load in it. Nine ribbons of cum shot into the paper cup. I paused for a breath, sighed, swirled the milk shake around a bit and brought the cup to my lips. I tilted my head back and downed the quarter of a cup of chocolate cum shake. I stood there with chocolate shake still running down my legs and stomach. My shorts were soaked with the concoction as well. John took off his t-shirt and handed it to me. "Here, clean yourself up with this." I wiped the sticky stuff off me as best I could with my brother's t-shirt. He then too off the baggy shorts he was wearing, revealing another pair of similar shorts beneath. "Put these on," he said, "and let's go back to your place." "You've got something else in mind?" I asked. "You belong to me for the evening. I want to suck a second load out of you, and feed you two or three loads of my own. Are you up for it?" He asked. He reached down in front of me and began playing with my recently spent cock. I felt myself getting hard again. "You know I'm up for it," I said, reaching for the front of his shorts. End Chapter 8. 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: