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Speedo Laundry: 3. Forcing the Play
Zach asked, "does this mean you lose the bet, Greg?"
Greg had expected this to come from someone, but had still not figured out how to get out of this. But, he knew that delaying his response would not help. "Not yet. The laundry's not done. But it does look like Andy's likely to win this one."
As Greg finished, Andy returned to the room and went back to the couch. His erection was undiminished. He punched Barry playfully on the shoulder and asked, "are you happy yet that that isn't me on the TV?"
"Yeah, but you'd trade places if you could, wouldn't you?"
There was an orgy on the screen, so Andy's response was no surprise. "Wouldn't you?"
"Sure would."
"Then strip off."
Barry gulped, then smiled and grabbed Andy's prick. "One of these at a time in public, I think."
Andy slapped his hand. "Hands off the merchandise unless you mean business."
Barry pulled his hand back quickly and looked around nervously, until he heard Andy guffaw and it hit him that it was all in good fun.
The laughter died down and attention returned to the movie. Greg was still entranced by both Andy and the film, and figured nobody would fault him if they caught him looking at Andy. He noticed that he wasn't the only one stealing the odd peek.
Seth looked puzzled. "Aren't you embarrassed, Andy?"
"No, why should I be. Not the first time I've been naked. I even got interviewed once like this."
Hank interrupted, "with a boner?"
"No, but I wasn't watching a porn flick, I was in a locker room. Besides, tell me you don't have a woodie." He smirked at Hank.
Hank looked at his crotch and then Andy's. "OK, you win, I concede. If I denied it you'd want me to prove it."
Andy nodded. "Anyway, better one time than all year, eh?"
With that, attention diverted to Greg. This was a bit too much for him. Blushing, he stood and left the room.
Andy looked a little embarrassed now. "Oops."
"What's wrong, Andy?" Seth asked, looking a little concerned.
"I didn't mean to upset him. Greg's a little shy."
Hank sputtered, "shy? That guy can be a real prick. What do you mean?" There were nods from most of the heads in the room. Greg was not very popular, especially among those who'd played games with him.
"What do you mean? Greg's a nice guy, but he is a bit modest."
Jeff laughed. "Compared to you, Lady Godiva was modest."
Although that lightened the tone, neither Seth nor Andy was laughing. Seth continued, "knowing Greg, I'm sure the bet was his idea. You got him fair and square, so he has nothing to gripe about. He's a mean winner and probably a bad loser too. Maybe this will mellow him a bit."
"He's always been good to me. Promise me you won't rub it in. Maybe I should go and make sure he's OK." Andy started to get up.
Barry grabbed Andy's arm and whispered in his ear, "leave him alone to lick his wounds. He'll be fine. Sit back and watch the show."
Hank overheard, and grabbed Andy's other arm with one hand and started to tickle him in the ribs with his free hand. Andy gave in. He could have pulled free, but he knew they could get him if they wanted. He was outnumbered. He sat down and Hank stopped tickling.
"Now stay put or we'll ALL have a go at you." Hank was smiling as he said this, but it did sound like he was serious.
Andy shrugged, still giggling from the tickling, and put his arms back on the back of the couch. In no time, he was absorbed in the flick again, without the distraction of Greg in the room. Although his erection had flagged a little during Greg's departure, it was soon back at full mast. He was beginning to wish he had the nerve to take care of it, but he thought that might be pushing his luck.
The porn film carried on with the orgy, fucking and sucking and cuddling. A little repetitive, but there were lots of bodies and many different angles. Eventually, the cocks emerged and started spurting.
Jeff snorted. "That is so unreal. Nobody spurts that far or that long."
Andy waited until the laughs and chatter died down, "I do."
"No way." Jeff was unimpressed.
Hank smiled. He tickled Andy again, and said, "looks like you'll have to prove it."
"Stop that!"
Barry joined in the tickling. "We'll stop when you agree to prove it."
Jeff spoke up, "what's the penalty if he doesn't?"
Between giggles, Andy managed to agree to demonstrate. As soon as he spit this out, the tickling stopped, and his arms were released.
Zach replied to Jeff's question, "we haven't heard from Mike or Tom, Jeff. They should have some ideas about what to do to a boaster."
Mike shrugged, but Tom was game. "When I was a kid, my parents washed our mouths with soap and gave us a spanking when we lied."
"Forget it, I'm not eating soap." Andy was not pleased at this idea.
Barry smirked. "I notice you didn't say no to the spanking."
"You haven't said what I win if I'm telling the truth."
"How about you get to spank Jeff? And he spanks you if you can't perform?" Barry seemed to be enjoying this development.
Jeff was not as pleased. "Why are you picking on me? If he can't do it, then we should all spank him."
"Then I get to spank all of you if I can? That would be fair."
Seth nodded. "Sounds fair to me. Anyone who doesn't agree should leave now."
Nobody moved.
"OK. Looks like we're all agreed. Now all we have to do is set the distance. Andy: go stand in front of Jeff, about four feet in front. If you hit him, you win." Seth had taken charge.
Jeff protested, "why me?"
"Because you laid the challenge." Andy stood and went over to the prescribed position. "Everyone happy with the distance?"
Noting no disagreement, other than a slight scowl from Jeff, Andy started to stroke and then stopped. "One more thing. If I lose, I'll clean up. But, if I win, Jeff does."
Barry spoke for Jeff. "OK, Andy. Get on with it; some of us still have some work to do tonight."
Andy started up again. "I can imagine your hands will be very busy, Barry."
Barry started to blush, and got an idea. He called out, 'stroke' in time with Andy's hand action, and was soon joined by the rest of the room. Shortly thereafter, Greg reappeared. Barry waved to everyone to keep chanting and walked over to Greg, who had stopped at the entrance, transfixed by Andy. Barry whispered an explanation to Greg, who nodded assent and retook his seat, next to Jeff. Andy winked at him, clearly enjoying the game and pleased to see that Greg was OK.
Andy was getting close now, panting and slicked up with pre-cum. The door opened again, and three women popped into the room. The chanting stopped and so did Andy.
One of the women spoke. "Don't stop now. Looks like we're just in time. We'll have to visit more often."
Seth scowled. "If you want to stay, you have to agree to the bet."
"What's the bet?"
Seth explained, and the women agreed. Barry started the chant again. Andy got back into the rhythm. He wasn't entirely pleased with the audience growing, but there wasn't any real escape now. Best to brazen it out and finish up before more people appeared. Besides, his laundry must be almost done by now.
The first squirt hit Jeff in the face. The second got him on the chest, and the third nailed Jeff's jeans. Another couple hit the floor. Andy stopped stroking and approached Jeff, "time for clean-up."
"You weren't kidding!" Jeff was amazed. He took off his T-shirt and wiped his face, offering the shirt to Andy.
Andy shook his head. "No, you have to do it." He was only a few inches from Jeff now.
Seth grinned. "Quite a performance, Andy. Which one of us do you want to spank first?"
As Jeff delicately wiped Andy's groin, Andy replied, looking over his shoulder at Seth, "nobody right now. I'm done for now and I have my laundry to put away." Looking back at Jeff, he smiled. "Thanks, bud. Happy cleaning." At that, he made his way out of the room. Greg followed close behind.
The women started to head to the door, but were stopped by Zach calling out. "Linda, what made you three turn up tonight? We rarely get any visitors and you have your own common rooms."
The three stopped and turned. Linda spoke, "we got a phone call saying that there was a naked guy here and to get here quick if we wanted to see."
Seth asked, "any idea who it was?"
"No. Let us know when Andy's ready to give us a spanking." On that they left, giggling and whispering.