"Will you at least turn out the lights?" I asked Mark.
He chuckled then reached over to the lamp beside the sofa and turned it off.
"Is that better?" he asked.
The living room was darker, but the light in the kitchen was still on; we were now silhouettes sitting side-by-side, but I continued feeling self-conscious.
When I remained motionless he said, "You know, Johnny, you'll be doing this for me not only at night, but during the daytime, too. You better get accustomed to doing it in the light!"
"What do you mean?" I asked. "I thought it would be only once at night?"
"Apparently you didn't listen to what I said...when we made the bet I said you'd be doing it 'at least' once a night - not once a day...let me make this clear to you so you understand the rules...whenever my dick gets hard and I give you a call, you will hustle your sweet little ass over here and fulfill your obligation!"
Then he added: "Are you trying to welch on our bet? You agreed to the bet in good faith! I didn't figure you to be that kind of guy, Johnny!"
"I'm not a welcher," I protested. "Mark, you took me by surprise. When you suggested the bet I couldn't believe it. I had no idea you were gay!"
"Well then, why did you accept the bet?" he asked.
I hesitated then finally admitted, "I thought I would win...it never occurred to me I'd have to actually, you know..."
"Give me a handjob whenever I want one?" he said.
"Well, yeah..." I said sheepishly.
"Let me make this easier for you..." he said. "I haven't given you the loan yet to pay for your rent next week...that is contingent on how agreeable you are right now."
"It doesn't seem right though," I said softly. "You're just loaning me back the money I lost to you on those bets."
"Do you want the loan or not? You know, Johnny, I don't have to lend you any money!" he said sharply.
I paused a long time then finally said in a barely audible voice, "Yes, I want the loan. I have to pay rent."
"Well then..." he said.
With that he took my hand and pressed it to the crotch of his cotton Dockers.
Oh my God, his dick was already hard!
He moved my hand back and forth over the outline of his erection. The heat coming thru his slacks was incredible.
"Run your palm over it and use your fingers - squeeze it with your fingers!" he ordered me.
Ohhhh God...I knew there was no getting out of this...I had lost three bets to him then had to borrow back my own money. What in hell have I gotten myself into?
It took several seconds to realize he'd removed his hand from mine and I was stroking his hardness on my own. His cock was certainly longer than mine and thicker, too.
"Okay, good boy...now that you got your first feel of my cock, take it out of my slacks and jerk me off," he said.
I froze in place. Those were words I never expected to hear from another man.
"Johnny, you're making me mad...quit stalling - open my slacks and take out my cock!" he said forcefully.
I sighed then resigned myself to my fate.
My hands went to work on his belt. I opened it rather easily. So far so good. It was the damn hook that fastened his slacks I had a problem with. All I had to do was unfasten it but it was tight and my trembling fingers kept sliding off it.
Finally - success! I had his slacks open. Next came the zipper. I flinched when I took hold of the zipper tab and the palm of my hand accidentally pressed against his erection. Oh my God - the heat!
I had difficulty lowering the zipper. I used my right hand to hold the top of the slacks while my left hand slowly lowered the zipper.
For some reason, the sound of his zipper being lowered was the most obscene thing I'd ever heard, and to my total surprise, the sound excited me.
Okay, slacks open - zipper down. I reached for the waistband and tried to tug the slacks down his legs.
For thirty-seconds I struggled with his slacks until I heard him chuckling and he raised his hips off the sofa and I was able to finally get his slacks to his knees like he'd instructed.
Okay, now his boxers were the only protection from me and his penis.
My heart began a steady pounding. The moment of truth. I was about to expose a man's hard cock. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, then paused and took a deep breath...thankfully, he lifted his hips and I didn't have long to work the boxers down to his slacks.
In the dim back-lighting, I saw his erection standing proudly upward.
"Cutie, you got me REALLY horny - you don't have to massage my balls tonight...go ahead and take hold of my cock and start jerking me off!" he said.
Hearing a man say that to me made me briefly wonder, is he talking to me?
I moved my hand to within a couple inches of it then stopped. It felt as though I was about to touch a deadly substance like plutonium...suddenly my mind was shouting 'This is SO wrong'...'I can't do this'...and then the worst thought of all - I asked myself 'What if I like it'?
He put his arm around my shoulders and began stroking my back and neck.
"It's alright, cutie, you can do it...no one will ever know about this...what we do in private is strictly between you and me, okay?"
I swallowed hard then softly said, "Okay" then took hold of another man's cock for the first time in my life.
Oh my God, the heat; the texture; it amazed me how such a firm and rigid pole of flesh could feel so soft to the touch!
"Harder, cutie, hold it a little tighter! Oh yes, that's good...now move your hand...yes, good...no-no, slower - I'll let you know when to go fast!"
His cock fit nicely in my hand. I was able to get my fingers around it. I slowly moved my hand up-and-down as my heart raced and fluttered. I had to concentrate on breathing normally; there seemed to be a tendency for my breath to catch in my throat.
"Cutie, make it easy on yourself and smear the pre-cum on the palm of your hand," he said softly.
He made it sound like me doing this for him was the most natural thing in the world.
I did as I was told, and yes, the lubrication enabled my hand to glide up-and-down much more efficiently. When my hand began to dry, I stopped and coated it with his juices again.
I don't know how much time elapsed but my hand was beginning to get tired. It never takes me this long when I masturbate.
"Oh Johnny, your hand feels wonderful..." he groaned. "Ohhhh-yes...keep going...yessss...go faster now...ohhhh-good boy!"
I found myself caught up in his excitement. I instinctively knew where he was at from all my years of jerking off. I moved my hand more rapidly up-and-down trying to make him cum - to get this humiliation over.
He startled me when he shouted "FASTER-FASTER!"
My hand became a blur on his erection. It came alive in my hand - it swelled and pulsated. The suspense was overwhelming - I could barely breath.
"CATCH MY CUM IN YOUR HAND!" he suddenly shouted.
HUH? WHAT? NO WAY!!
His body became still for two-seconds; he arched his back then screamed, "YES-YES-YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..."
I don't know why, but I was slightly disappointed because in the darkness I couldn't see his ejaculations.
When his body came to rest he suddenly said, "Keep holding it until I tell you to let it go!"
With his deflating penis still in my hand he suddenly presented his hand to my mouth and said, "Lick my hand clean!"
Oh my God, he had caught his spunk in his hand!
"No, Mark, that was not part of our deal!" I firmly said.He immediately pressed his wet hand to my face and smeared my cheeks, chin, upper lip and even my forehead with his sperm and semen. I tried to push his hand away but he was too strong for me.
"Johnny, you are going to be jerking me off so much - in every room of this apartment - I don't want this place smelling like a whorehouse...you have two choices: either lick my hand clean or wear it on your face!"
His threat made me shiver. I knew he was serious.
Oh my God, what in hell have I gotten myself into? I asked myself one more time.
"Okay, you can release my cock now!" he said.
I had forgotten it was still in my hand.
Everything had happened so quickly that when I came to terms with the fact I was wearing a man's jizz on my face tears welled in my eyes. This was certainly the lowest point in my life!
Mark fixed his shorts and slacks in place.
"Okay, that will be all for tonight," he said.
His abrupt dismissal of me made me feel cheap and used.
"W-What about the loan?" I stammered.
"You won't need the money for a few days...since you and I leave for work the same time each morning, I'll expect you here at eight o'clock, okay?"
My heart sank. I was completely helpless.
Grudgingly, I replied, "Okay."
He switched the light back on, looked at me and said, "When you masturbate tonight, and I know you will, I want you to fantasize about my cock!"
I was speechless. My glistening face burned red.
He pointed at my crotch and I looked down to the bulge in my slacks, and worse, a pre-cum stain the size of a silver dollar.
"Johnny, it's perfectly okay if you like playing with my cock...in fact, it will make it that much more fun for you!"
I stumbled out of the apartment in total defeat.
I checked the time on my cell phone and knocked on his door at exactly 8am.
Mark answered the door in his bathrobe. When I entered the apartment I noticed clothes on the sofa. Powder blue shirt, red tie, black slacks and yes, boxer shorts. I shivered knowing he was naked beneath the robe.
"Come over here," he said, and I followed him to the dining room table.
My heart skipped a beat when he peeled off the robe and stood naked before me. He hung the robe over one of the chairs then turned until he facing a floor length mirror on a closet door.
It was then I saw he wasn't totally nude, no, he was wearing black socks. It looked so strange I would have laughed in any other situation.
"Stand next to me," he said, and I did.
"Here's what I want from you...you're going to reach around with your left-hand and start playing with my cock...it shouldn't take too long for you to get it hard...what are you waiting for? Neither of us has much time - get to it!" he said.
