Brad Loses A Bet – Part Two
Brad had rented a moving truck and he and I were on the way over to Wanda and Stef’s place to help them move. I’d seen Wanda around work a bit but just met Stef last week, I call her stuck-up Stef.
First we each drove to their apartment complex and parked, then we took Brad’s car to get the truck. While we were doing that Wanda took my car on a beer run because hers was in the shop. She even filled it up with gas, telling me that it was only right when you borrow something.
Brad had to be there because he’d lost a bet. Wanda was into all sorts of wagers, she was ruthlessly competitive, but ultimately fair. I was there because we’d kinda had sex with them last week and we were hoping to do even better today.
If you didn’t read part one, Brad had made a bet with Wanda that she couldn’t make a straight guy suck a cock. I even knew about the bet. What I hadn’t known was that I was the subject of their bet. All night I’d thought she was trying to get him to suck me – that little miscalculation had been my downfall. In the end I sucked his cock.
So why did I do it? Well, let’s just say the girls are experts of manipulation. Of course, now, as a result, I’m wise to their tricks.
So here we were, driving into the Lion’s Den with a glimmer of hope that we might score.
I also had a nagging fear that I’d end up sucking Brad’s cock again. I glanced at his lap while we drove, even clothed I recognized the lump there.
Then again, maybe he’d end up sucking mine.
I should also add that in the end I enjoyed sucking his cock – though I still would have prefered doing more with the ladies.
Granted, I only enjoyed sucking it due to the extraordinary sexual energy the girls had stirred up. I’m not sure if I would ever enjoy it again without such strong influences. Overall, now that I’d had time to reflect on being a cocksucker – pussy is better, but it wasn’t so bad. It had even pushed my own orgasm over the edge.
Brad and I are on the same floor at work but we’re really just acquaintances. We made idle talk driving the truck but still had awkward moments of silence. Was it because of what we’d done, or did we just not click?
A few more miles down the road and I couldn’t avoid talking about one of the few things we had in common: “They might be lesbians.” I said.
Brad answered, “Yea, Pete. But they might be lesbians who let me fuck one of them, let you eat her out, and the other one gave you what looked like a really fantastic handjob. I mean, I’d have to say that Stef really seemed into me the whole time we were there.”
“I thought so with Wanda too. But then they kicked us out so fast I thought my head would spin. Maybe they just wanted to win the bet.”
Brad played Devil’s advocate, “Would anyone go to such lengths just to get me to help them move? I might’ve even done it if they had just asked. Regardless, if there’s the smallest chance we might have sex again, I mean with them, then it’s worth moving a few boxes from a pretty small apartment.”
He hadn’t come right out and said it, but when he felt the need to clarify that the sex we might have would be ‘with them’ he was obviously aluding to our blowjob. I was a little turned on thinking of having sex with the girls, but I also remembered shooting my cum all over Stef’s hand while Brad came in my mouth. I squirmed a little in my seat.
Then I remembered something, “Hey! She owes me a blowjob.”
Brad raised one eyebrow, “I kinda remember, but refresh my memory?”
“When Wanda was coaxing me to lick her, she said if I licked her clit, or, well, you know what she called it, she said that she would do the same to me.”
He answered me, “Um, yea, I think that’s what she said. I was a little busy trying to get my cock up her quim in that awkward position, and I was also kinda preoccupied with how Stef was gonna react when I fucked Wanda.”
“I hear ya. There was some wild jealousy floating around.” I observed.
“I hate to tell you,” Said Brad, “but the way I saw it, most of the jealousy was coming from you.”
I knew he was right. “I’m sorry! The girls were toying with my emotions, something fierce. It’s their fault.”
We drove a bit more then I said, “If Wanda gives me a blowjob today, then your chances with Stef go up. How ’bout we cooperate?” He agreed, even offering to bring it up if there were a natural moment.
When we got there, there were three things that concerned me. The first was that there were two other guys there. That really complicated things. The second was that Wanda was wearing a T-shirt that said, “Winning Wanda”. It was like she was wearing my shame emblazoned across her chest. And the third was that their little apartment was filled to the brim with things that hadn’t been there last time. Apparently they’d gotten stuff out of storage.
The other guys were Liam and Devon, two big strong rugby players the women knew from the apartment complex. They looked like they could really handle moving heavy Demetevler Escort boxes so it was good to have them. On the other hand, they were good looking guys, with English accents, who might compete with us for the girls’ attention. I felt my chances dwindling away.
They might even ask Wanda to explain her shirt and learn I’d blown Brad. Somehow I doubted I could trust the two, often out of control girls, to keep my secret. It seemed like they had no concept of privacy. Or modesty. Or shame.
We got a system going where each person focused on a room, then brought stuff out to the truck for Brad to zigsaw into place.
We kept passing each other in the hallways, having snippets of conversation, only to finish the thoughts the next time we passed.
At one point I heard Liam tell Devon, “Hey, wimp, I’m carrying at least twice as many boxes as you.” I sensed some animosity between them.
I didn’t hear Devon’s reply but my next time through, Wanda said to Liam and Devon, “OK, let’s see who can move more boxes. It’ll be a contest, with prizes. I’ll keep track of how many each of you two move.”
Brad had wandered back in and he said to wanda “Speaking of prizes. I think you owe Pete a little something based on a promise you made.” He said it while Liam and Devon were still on their way out of the room carrying a dresser. I wished he had more discretion.
“Yea, ‘spose.” she said to him with a shrug and a wink. I found her response to be both encouraging and disappointing.
Stef came back into the room just then, blaring her thoughts unfiltered. “I hear you’ve got another competition? You guys know that Wanda grew up in a very competitive household – competing about everything? What’s the prize?
She made it sound so light and fun, as if it weren’t going to be something wildly sexual or excessively burdensome. She also managed to ask questions without ever really stopping to listen to answers. By then I was figuring out that she was kinda bitchy.
Brad suggested that the prize be the oral service that Wanda owed me. I figured he meant the prize should be a blowjob just like the one she owed me. Way to go Brad!
It was Stef who really surprised me then, “Well, those things aren’t usually transferable but that sounds good.”
If I was hearing my ears right Wanda would give my blowjob, that she owed me, to either Liam or Devon, whoever won. I could kill Brad.
I tried frantically to turn the situation around, “You can’t just go giving away other people’s prizes. In any bet losers have to pay out of their own pockets.” Then I complained rightly, “And whoever of them won, it would be my prize that was given away.”
Wanda weighed in offering her suggestion that rules are rules. But before she could elaborate the pizza arrived, and for the first time in a while all six of us were in the same room.
Stef demanded that we clarify terms. Of course she was right, but she didn’t have to be so bossy about it.
Brad and I didn’t want to be left out, so after much discussion, we agreed there would be three teams: Wanda and Stef, Liam and Devon, and Brad and I. Then whichever team was least productive would owe the most productive team an “oral treat”.
The way I saw it, the girls could in no world be more productive than either of the guys’ teams. Brad and I just needed to beat Liam and Devon. Surely the girls knew that and were just giving away blowjobs in exchange for speedy moving. Or maybe they liked us guys, or even just liked giving blowjobs.
Then I had some doubts. I leaned over to Wanda, “This bet doesn’t change what you owe me, does it?”
She kissed my cheek playfully, “Don’t worry. I owe you and I’d never cheat you.” I felt a big sense of relief that she had acknowledged her debt, and also giddy that she’d kissed me. At the same time I checked my emotions so as not to be manipulated again.
Brad must’ve had his worries too since the other two guys were both stronger than us, especially me, with my thinner frame. He looked around at all of us and stuck his foot in it again by first stating the obvious, “The girl’s team will lose for sure if it’s just a contest of strength. I think moving is more than just picking up heavy stuff. There’s planning, and packing too.” Naturally all of us guys wanted the girls to lose, but in addition to that, Brad wanted our team to win.
He was right of course, and if it were just a contest of strength the other guys would almost certainly beat us. Something was still nagging me though: some reason that his plan was ill-conceived.
Liam and Devon weren’t too happy at all. In fact, I saw Liam hit Devon in the ribs with his elbow whispering so the girls couldn’t overhear, though I could, “You got me into this mess. Once they move we’re done with them.”
The girls, however, were pleased as punch to make a change. “Ok, everyone gets points for staging, organizing, packing, and carrying.” She drew a quick tally board right Otele gelen escort on the wall with a marker (I told you she was out of control. She probably lost her security deposit right then for lack of a piece of paper).
She entered all the teams and the categories on the chart and then right at the top labeled it, “Blowjob Contest”.
It couldn’t be much clearer than that. And since none of us guys could blow the girls she must not have been planning on the girls’ team winning. Like I said, maybe she liked giving blowjobs. It’s not like they weren’t constantly saying positive things about blowjobs and other activities.
All us guys worked like mad, checking the chart every few trips to see how we were doing. Generally the guys’ teams were neck and neck. Though later I realized that points for staging, organizing, and packing, were adding up significantly. Oddly, I calculated that if the girls won I would want to be on the last place team. The only question then would be how we would give blowjobs to the women. Presumably it would mean eating pussy.
A few trips later, and looking at the chart, a horrible observation hit me. The other guys team was up by a couple points while Brad and I trailed the girls by a couple points.
I ran out to find Brad. I couldn’t believe it was only now that it was so clear, “Brad! We’re losing! You know what that means?”
“Don’t worry. We’ll pass the girls. They’ve almost never been ahead.”
“But what if we don’t? We could end up blowing Loser Liam and Dumby Devon – and it’s your fault for changing the contest.” His face momentarily contorted in twisted opposition to his normal serene confidence.
“I only changed it because Wanda was going to give your blowjob to one of the other guys. We’re at least in the running now. Or would you rather Wanda blew Liam or Devon and never even considered you?”
He had a point but still…”Well if we lose then you should give both blowjobs.”
“No way!” He objected, “Besides you said ‘for every bet the loser has to pay his own debt’, and if we lose it’s because you’re not moving fast enough.” Then his tone changed, “But don’t worry. We just have to beat the girls – meanwhile we’re wasting time. Anyway, we can always just refuse.”
As I walked away I told him over my shoulder, “Well, they made me do it last week. If you welch, I’ll beat the crap outta you.” I would never consider not honoring a bet.
He was incredulous. “Really? I had your back all day.”
We really picked up the pace, trying twice as hard. But so did the other guys.
When the last box was carefully inserted into a tiny crevice among the boxes on the truck, we were all tired but satisfied. Still, no one had forgotten the chart. We all ran to the kitchen, then while Wanda added the last few points we waited, hoping for the best, but fearing the worst.
Liam and Devon beat us all by a landslide. It wasn’t even worth arguing over a few debatable points. The shocker was that the girls came in second. We tried to make the case that some of their organizing points shouldn’t count, but even the other two guys had to admit that without their last minute reorganizing, the stuff wouldn’t even have fit on the truck.
Wanda and Stef wasted no time, they placed two throw pillows on the floor indicating that Brad and I were to kneel on them, while Liam took his place in front of Brad and Devon stood in front of me. I swear, all four of us looked like deer in the headlights.
From down on the floor I looked up into Devon’s face and he looked down into mine. He shook his head slowly, “I was sure the girls were gonna lose. But I always am”
Nevertheless, I thought the guys would be happy to get blowjobs, surely overjoyed to be standing instead of kneeling, but they were strangely stoic. I also expected to see the girls hooting and high fiving but they too were waiting to see how things went.
Brad looked at me, begging with his eyes, “Really? I had your back.” He said it so low not everyone heard. But looking back sternly, I made it clear that he had to do it. The way I saw it, this was all his fault. He really should be giving both blowjobs. Even as I coerced Brad I felt guilty doing it.
Brad leaned forward and with much hesitancy took Liam’s soft cockhead into his mouth. I could see that he barely let his lips touch the sides, doing his best to hover over Liam’s wrinkly cock with a minimum of contact. But there was undeniably contact, and it was undeniably the start of a reluctant blowjob.
Suddenly the girls erupted in loud cheers while Liam and Devon were inexplicably forlorn.
None of it made sense so I asked them what was up.
Stef chuckled from her high horse, then explained that in addition to the original contest, Wanda had made a bet with Devon that she could get Brad to give someone a blowjob and with that first suck she’d won.
I asked, “So I’m freed?”
“Course not.” Wanda told me cheerfully, Balgat Escort “You’ve both got to finish. But now Liam and Devon are gonna sublet this place from us.”
Curious, I asked, “What if they had won? Devon answered sadly, that the girls would’ve blown them again. Shit! If I had let Brad back out then it would be Wanda and Stef kneeling here.
Then Liam joined in, “But it’s been so long since that one time.”
The big takeaway I got from that exchange was that the girls had blown them at least once before. So there was hope for me.
Brad and I turned to face the guys again.
I felt bad for Brad because Liam’s dick wasn’t showing any signs of growth and was kinda ugly too.
Meanwhile Devon had a beautiful specimen, long, strong, and straight. It even stood up, pointing toward the ceiling.
I too leaned forward, taking Devin’s cockhead into my mouth. I’d sucked before and I’d survive.
But just then Stef yelled out with an evil glint in her eyes, “Wait! Wanna make this more interesting?” We were all listening intently.
She spoke only to Brad and I, “If you two let us do you up in make-up and dresses while you suck those very nice cocks, then Wanda and I will jerk you off while you do it.”
Brad agreed right off the bat but I was starting to get the hang of this wrangling, “Not good enough. You gotta suck us while we do it.”
Wanda changed her attitude, looking at me with new respect, she countered, “We’ll only jerk you off, but we’ll do it naked.”
Realizing I wasn’t going to get quite as much as a blowjob, I figured I could still bargain for a little more, “And you talk dirty and masturbate yourselves at the same time.”
Stef wasn’t pleased at all. Apparently they had a plan for how this was going to go, and this wasn’t going according to plan. On the other hand Wanda had the biggest shit-eating grin as she countered, “We’ll jerk you off… masturbate… and talk the whole time, but it might not always be dirty talk.
That tiny concession I had to make where I gave up dirty talk in exchange for just talking was actually the turning point. Neither Wanda nor I knew it at the time but this was going to work out really well.
The guys were left to spend time on their phones while the girls dressed us like harlots from stuff in their overnight bag. They even stripped down to their gorgeous nude selves before doing our gaudy makeup rather than just before we had to blow the guys.
When they were done with us we looked pretty good. Then they marched us back out to our pillows. I even saw Devon’s jaw drop.
Wanda cozied up behind me, pressing her naked flesh into my yellow dress. The first thing she did was kiss the back of my neck, saying, “I like how you play the game, Crystal. You might be a worthy opponent.” Surely she said it to remind me that I’d gone by that name last week when I sucked off Brad.
None of the girls’ dresses would fit Brad so he was just wearing Steff’s bra and thong. I watched enviously because with more of his skin exposed she actually rubbed her nudity directly on his body.
Devon’s big cock approached my face with Wanda’s prettier face right next to mine. But just when he got close she complained, “Ugh, Devon, you smell like you’ve been moving too many boxes.”
It smelled fine to me. I’d even had the tip in my mouth earlier and noticed nothing rank. She continued, “Go wash that first.” So he went to clean up.
Wanda and I watched Liam and Brad. She held tight to my body, hugging me from behind in what could only be described as an affectionate embrace. It felt more like how a girlfriend would wrap her arms around me than what I would’ve expected from a woman I’d only known for a short time.
Meanwhile Brad was openly disgusted by the sight of Liam’s now ruddy and turgid member. He would lean in, then back off on the verge of retching. He tried several more times, and each time his physical reaction was worse than before.
Wanda whispered in my ear, “He can’t do it. I thought he had more gumption.”
I was worried for him. Then impulsively I yelled out, “Wait! I’ll do it.”
Brad stared at me in disbelief, then gratefully said, “But you said every loser has to pay up from their own pocket.”
“I know what I said. But Stef said transfers were OK. And the girls would’ve sat in for us. Besides, you had my back.”
Stef, yet again not enjoying the unexpected change, looked to wanda to see how she should react to this new turn of events.
Wanda spoke judiciously, “Pete’s obviously a loyal friend. Loyalty trumps everything.”
Stef was petulant, “But, but that’s not right. You always say love trumps everything. We can’t just allow substitutions that weren’t part of the original deal.”
Wanda argued back, “Isn’t loyalty just a kind of love? If a girl wants to swap in the name of love I can’t stand against that kind of selflessness. Call it substitutionary justice.” Even the callous stuck-up Stef saw the truth of it.
Liam came over to my pillow, presenting his cock to my mouth. I felt Wanda’s breath quicken on my neck and her body heat against me. I was just about to suck the another cock when Wanda stopped him, “You know, Pete said that every loser has to pay up from their own pocket… He’s right of course, and the deal was that both of us girls would be naked, masturbate, and just maybe talk dirty.”