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Author's note
Hi there, thanks for taking the time to read this story. Please let me know what you think. It is my first story submitted anywhere. If folks are interest, I have a couple of additional chapters I might write that continue the story of Larry and Dave.
This story contains scenes of M/M, oral, anal, shaving, dominant/submissive sex. If that offends you, please don't read.
Summary
Dave and Larry make a bet about how well then can get in shape working out. Then they extend the bet. Larry says that if he wins, Dave will have to help him out with something. Dave agrees and then loses the bet. They both end up winning.
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Larry looked down as David finished licking the cum off his cock.
"Good boy, Davey," Larry said as he smiled down at Dave. "Now, what did I say?"
"Mmmmmm.....you said....mmph....that....mmmph....that I need to learn to deep throat your cock, Sir."
"That's right I did." Larry said still smiling down at Dave.
Looking up at Larry, Dave recalled how he came to be sucking his workout buddy's cock in his living room. That's right it all started about two months back when Larry and he started stepping up their workouts at the gym. Both being in their 40s, they wanted to pack on a bit more muscle and lose a few pounds. Larry easily packed on some lean muscle while Dave struggled, but they had a bet about who would look better at the end of the month.
"Dave, just admit I've won and you can pay up now, no worries. Buy the first round at Frank's Bar tonight," Larry said as he and Dave walked to the changing room.
"Larry, I'm not ready to admit defeat just yet. I think I am figuring things out and I should start to put on some more muscle," Dave said opening up his locker.
"OK, but at this point, I've won. Why should we keep going with this?" Larry asked talking off his shirt and throwing it into his gym bag.
While he was thinking of a response, Dave looked over at his friend as he stripped off his short and underwear in one swift motion. The sight of Larry's long, thick cock mesmerized Dave for a bit and he forgot to respond. Larry noticed his friend was having trouble responding and what he was looking at. He had always suspected that Dave was bisexual, even if he had a stunner of a wife at home. But, the look in Dave's eyes as he gazed at Larry's cock, made him think he had him figured out.
Thinking quickly, Larry said, "Look, how about, if I win, I get to have you do something for me to be determined later?"
"Huh? Like what?" Dave replied as he quickly removed his workout gear so they could go hit the showers.
"I don't know genius, that is why I said to be determined later. Could be something like helping me move furniture around or hauling stuff out to the dump. That work for you?" Noticing Dave's hesitation, Larry quickly added, "Tell you what, I'll make this new part of the bet run for a full month from today. Sound good? What do you have to lose?"
What indeed, Dave thought as he pondered it. Sex still being on his brain, his brain was a bit slow and he couldn't see any downside and agreed, "Ok, Larry. It's a bet. I'll have packed on more muscle than you a month from now."
The two friends and workout buddies shook on it and hit the showers. Hanging up his towel, Larry caught a quick glance at Dave's butt and slightly smaller cock and balls. This should be interesting, he thought turning the water on.
A month later, Dave and Larry had one of the trainers measure their thighs, arms, waists and compared it to the original measurements they took when they made the bet. Larry managed to edge Dave out in enough categories that he won the bet.
Dave asked him, "OK, so what do I have to do to settle this bet. I honor my bets. So let's get it straightened out because I don't want you thinking I am not going to pay up,"
"OK, then you can come over to my house this Saturday...say around 10 am." Larry told Dave, "and we can get squared away then."
It being Wednesday, Dave waited a bit curiously until Saturday trying to figure out what Larry was going to make him help out with. Maybe he needed to do some landscaping or build something, he thought. Oh well, I'll find out Saturday. Friday night, Dave and Larry met at Frank's Bar to unwind from the week. As they were leaving the bar, Dave asked Larry, "What should I wear to your place tomorrow to help you out?"
"Hmmm....that is a very good question," Larry answered, appearing to give it some thought. "Well, you'll be moving a bit, so maybe you should wear some jeans and a work shirt as well as a jock strap - I don't want you to get hurt helping me out."
Dave didn't think too much of it and they said their goodbyes.
At 10 am Saturday morning, Dave knocked on the door to Larry's house which was set back on a secluded lot.
A smiling Larry opened the door, "Ready to pay off your debt?" He asked Dave.
"Sure, what do you want me to do?" Dave asked walking into Larry's home.
"First, leave your shoes at the door. I don't like folks tracking dirt through the house. Now, follow me to the kitchen and grab yourself a coffee."
Walking down the hall to the kitchen, Larry let Dave go first. As they got to the kitchen, Larry smacked Dave on his ass and told him the coffee pot was on the counter and mugs were in the cabinet above.
Dave grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee. Larry had gone to his pantry and walked over towards Dave.
"Here, let's make it an Irish," Larry said as he poured some Bailey's into Dave's mug.
They sat down at the kitchen table and started to just shoot the shit. Finally, Dave was a bit perplexed and asked Larry when he wanted to get started.
Larry looked at Dave and asked, "Do you feel warm?"
"Now that you mention it, I do" Dave replied.
"OK, I figure we can paint the family room today. So if you want to take off your shirt or your jeans to keep them clean and perhaps cool off a bit, go ahead." Larry said as he picked up his coffee and walked out of the kitchen to the family room. Dave followed. After hesitating a bit, he finally decided to take off his shirt since he had started sweating. After that he grabbed a roller that Larry had laid out and went to get some paint from the can sitting out on the paint cloth.
"OK, hold on, I think I grabbed the wrong color paint. Let me go grab the right one. Make yourself at home while I do that," Larry told Dave as he scooped up the paint can and walked towards his back door that would take him out to his workshop.
"Nah, I'll come with you," Dave said as he followed Larry out.