Truth or Dare with a Friend
The winter had been a harsh one, but last night's storm set records. Several inches of rain and below-freezing temperatures left everything covered in a thick layer of ice. Between the icy roads, frozen bridges, and downed powerlines, just about the entire town was out of commission. My house was one of the many without power so I started calling around to find out when it might be back on, and how wide of an area was affected. After talking to a few people from the power company and some of my neighbors, I determined that my entire neighborhood was out and there was no word on how long before it would be back on again. The city had to get the roads open before they could start fixing powerlines, so it could be several days before power was back. I rang my friend Alan to see how things were in his area and he said they still had power over there. That was good news as he lived between my house and the nearest power grid, so it shouldn't be too much work to get my power back. Alan offered to let me stay at his place, so I didn't freeze to death, and I had nothing better to do, so I took him up on the kind offer. The thing was though, with all the roads closed, I would have to walk.
The wind was like needles and I could feel my leather jacket getting heavier as sheets of ice clung to it. It took me nearly an hour to make it the few blocks over to Alan's house, and I was soaking wet and half-frozen by the time I arrived. He let me in and I was shivering so badly that I could barely speak. He told me to get out of my wet clothing and he would fetch me a towel and a warm drink. I took off my slush-covered jacket and kicked off my boots. The collar and wrists of my flannel shirt were crispy with frost, and the legs of my pants were wet and caked with slush. By the time I removed all of my wet gear, I was in just my socks and underwear. Alan returned with a towel and some extra clothes for me to borrow. I thanked him as changed right there in the doorway. As I finished undressing, Alan jokingly whistled and cat-called me.
Now, I should probably explain some aspects of our friendship. Alan and I, along with our friend Sean, all started masturbating together a while back and using the game Truth or Dare as an excuse to do it. It had never gone further than just getting naked and jerking off together, but there was definitely some interest, at least on my part, in taking things further. Our games would usually start with watching or reading porn together while asking questions about our sexual interests, kinks, and histories. After doing that for a bit, we would move on to daring each other to flash, strip, or masturbate for a time limit, usually a minute or two. Once we were all exposed and turned on, we would start daring people to masturbate until we came, and that would be the end of the game. We started doing that several months ago and had been doing it together just about every time we had the chance.
Still standing in Alan's living room, I opted to just change right there in the doorway. I had considered going to another room for privacy but was feeling a little daring after his cat-calls and whistles, even if they were a joke. Thinking about stripping naked in front of him before doing it had even caused me to start getting a hard-on, so when took my boxers off, my semi-erect cock bounced out and swung around as I moved. After putting on the shorts he brought for me, I was making a noticeable tent in the lightweight running shorts and the legs were so short that I was almost falling out of them with each move I made. As he watched me, he said that I had just reminded him that he recently got some new porn DVDs, and asked if I felt like it watching some, and I said that sounded great.
We went to the kitchen and made a few rum and cokes, then headed back to his den where the big screen was waiting. I took a seat on the couch as he went to change into something more comfortable himself. He soon returned wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It was very obvious he wasn't wearing underwear as his cock left a large outline in the front of his pants, bouncing from side to side with each step he took as he went over to the TV to start the movie. Its title was "Secret Suburban Sex Parties" and it focused on group sex, exhibitionism, and voyeurism, all kinks that we both enjoyed. The first scene featured three women taking turns watching each other masturbate and was especially hot because it was so similar to what we were about to do.
We got comfortable on the couch, sipped our drinks, and slowly started rubbing ourselves as we enjoyed the movie. As the scene escalated, so did my movements until I couldn't stand to tease myself any longer. I pulled the leg of my shorts aside, allowing my hard cock to be free causing Alan to take notice of my brazen actions. Alan watched me more than the TV now as I rolled my foreskin back to reveal the glistening head of my cock. I licked my hand so that I could work on the sensitive glans with one hand and fondle and caress my balls with the other. As I wantonly pleasured myself, Alan pulled and pushed the waistband of his pants down, causing his own hard penis to spring forth. We watched our movie, drank, talked, and masturbated together
I was getting close to cumming, so asked Alen how close he was so that we could do it together. He said it would be soon, so I paced myself and just watched. As he stroked himself, Alan asked me if I remembered the first time we masturbated together. I did, of course, it was something I thought about a lot.
A few minutes later he told me he was about to cum, so I quickened my motions and allowed myself to finally have my orgasm. I gasped, clenched my leg muscles, and shot multiple thick ropes of cum onto my stomach and chest. As I erupted, he grunted and let loose his one volley of semen. The first torrent splashed across his stomach, and the second and third shot almost straight up into the air and splashed back down over the hand around his dick. He whispered the f-word as he pulled his hand away from his swollen penis and his cum formed little webs between his fingers and penis as he moved.
We talked that first night we played together, then reminisced about some of the more risque truths and wilder dares that we did at other times. Talking about playing Truth or Dare got us both in the mood to play a game, so we took our drinks back to the living room to play some Truth or Dare.
The game started out very tame with lots of truth questions to get us up to speed on what we had been doing lately. Questions like "Who was the last person you saw naked?" or "Where is the coolest place you have had sex?", things like that. The first few dares were more silly than anything else, dip your balls in your drink, try and open the fridge door with your dick, just goofy stuff like that, but all that was about to change.
The game took on a more serious tone when Alan asked me a Truth question about my sexuality. We all knew that I was not "straight" but I had never gone into detail about it. I admitted that I was Bisexual but had very limited experience with men. He asked me to elaborate and I told him that I had given a few handjobs and a blowjob, but the guy didn't cum in my mouth. He then asked me if he Dared me to give him a hand job, would I do it and I said that it would be a Dare, so I would have to. For my turn, I asked him the same question and he said he always considered himself straight, but us masturbating together was one of his favorite things, so he wasn't sure.
I had a pretty good idea of what my next turn was going to be, and I was honestly excited about it. Alan dared me to give him a hand job for 1 minute, and I agreed. I moved over next to his chair, got down on my knees next to him, and took his hard cock into my hand. I wrapped my thumb and pointer finger around the shaft of his cock and gave it a little tug. He gasped as I touched him, causing me to feel more daring. I closed my entire fist around his dick and started stroking it just the way I do my own. As I stroked him, his cock pulsed and stiffened, feeling like a pressurized water hose in my hand. The skin was warm and smooth, and I couldn't help but enjoy the way he felt.
The minute moved by and was over in a flash, then it was my turn again. I dared him to do the same for me and almost came as soon as his hand touched me. Each movement of his hand made me shiver and a little pearl of pre-cum appeared on the tip of my cock. By the time his minute was up, I was on the verge of another orgasm. His turn again, and it was no surprise to me at all when he dared me to use my hands to make him cum. I sat up on my knees, facing him, braced myself by holding on to the back of his chair, reached down, and touched him again. I was trembling as my hand started working his shaft up and down, passing my fingers from the base of his shaft to over the head of his dick, and back down again. Without thinking about it, I pulled my hand away from him, brought it to my mouth, licked it, and put my now-wet hand back to work on his dick.
Me licking my hand surprised us both, the added moisture allowed me to work his head and shaft with ease, causing him to moan out loud. The slight taste of his dick on my tongue made me brazen and I lost myself in bringing him pleasure. His breathing started to get fast and shallow, he flexed his leg muscles and muttered through gritted teeth that he was cumming. As soon as he spoke, the first jet of cum gushed from his cock, going over my hand and splashing onto his shirt. He bucked and gasped as a second and third jet of hot jizz shot higher onto his chest. The final few gushes were smaller and spilled over my fist and slipped in between my fingers. I was in a state of bliss watching him get from my touch.
He sat panting on the couch as I headed to the kitchen sink to wash up. Before he could look over and see me, I greedily licked his cum from between my fingers and off of my palm and knuckles. It tasted so amazing that I lapped all of it up before pretending to wash my hands. I skipped back into the living room, flopped down on the couch next to him, wiggled my hips so that my hard cock wagged like a dog's tail, and asked if he could guess what my Dare was going to be for his next turn.
He took his shirt off and used it to wipe the rest of the cum off of his stomach and chest then threw it on the coffee table. He rolled over onto his side a little to give himself a good angle and used the condensation from his drinking glass to wet his hand. His cold, wet palm instantly turned hot and rough against the skin of my throbbing erection. He slowly moved his hand from the base of my shaft, over the head of my cock, and gave it a little squeeze before sliding all the way back down. I sank back into the couch, closed my eyes, and had possibly the greatest orgasm that I had ever had up until that point. I tried to stay quiet and compose myself as I got off, but couldn't manage it. I squealed, gasped, and grunted as I came. Ribbons of hot semen flew through the air and splattered over everything in the area. I not only came on my own chest and face, but also his hand, arm, chest, and face. There was cum on the couch next to me as well as on the wall behind us. I can't remember ever making so much cum before. He was amazed by it also, joking that he didn't know one person could make so much semen. Now that we were both utterly spent, we cleaned up our messes, finished our drinks, and went to sleep.
I woke up the next morning with a hard-on and went right to work on it while watching another porn. Alan woke up before I was finished and joined me for another jerk-off session. As we played, we started talking about our game of truth or dare the night before and how much fun it was. He admitted that he had been curious about men for a long time and was happy that we could explore those feelings together. I agreed and apologized for not being more open with him about my sexuality, I just didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable. He said that wasn't an issue at all, and besides, it was just a Dare, so whatever we did was just part of a game. I agreed and said that if it was a Drae, then we had to do it, those are the rules. He asked if I would do anything as a dare, and I admitted that there were very few things that I would not do if dared. We sat silently stroking our dicks for a few moments more before he broke the silence by asking me to tell him about the guy I gave a blowjob to.
I explained that it was during another game of Truth or Dare. The person I was playing with and I were just curious about it and decided to give it a try. I went first, but as soon as I put him into my mouth, he changed his mind. I didn't use any names, but we both knew it was Sean that I was talking about. Another few minutes of silence when by before he asked if they had not stopped me, would I have finished. I said I was not planning on letting him cum in my mouth at the time, but since then had become more and more curious about what it would be like. He then asked me if I would try doing it again, like if someone dared me to do it. Before he was even finished with the question, I blurted out YES! and then added, you know, because it would be a Dare, so I would have to do it, right? We sat silent for a moment longer before he said, yeah, it's a dare then. I dare you to give me a blowjob.
With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, I stood from my place on the couch and stepped in front of him, and dropped to my knees at his feet. He scooted forward on the couch and spread his legs allowing me to lean in closer. I put my hands on the couch next to his hips and moved my face closer to his crotch. I could smell his cock and balls, a sweet, musty odor not unlike my own. I opened my mouth and took him into it, savoring the now familiar taste of his pre-cum. The skin of his penis was warm and smooth and tasted like it smelled. I slowly slid my head and mouth up and down the length of his cock, allowing my lips to slip over the head of his cock as if I were kissing it. As I moved back down, his head slid across my tongue and tapped against the roof of my mouth and then the back of my throat. He reached back down and put his hands on the back of my head and started lightly bucking his hips. He moaned and told me that I felt so good. He clenched his fists in my hair and pulled my head down onto his lap, thrusting his dick down my throat. To my surprise, I had no gag reflex, it was as if I was made to do this, I was in heaven.
He fucked my face for a few more seconds and then whispered to me that he was going to cum. He let go of my head so that I could pull away before he came into my mouth, but I refused to stop. I was unprepared for not only the amount of cum he filled me with but how much I loved it as blast after blast of semen filled my mouth. He continued to buck and squirt as I struggled to keep him in my mouth. I swallowed as much of him as I could, but there was simply too much cum for me to drink. His semen gushed from the corners of my mouth and dripped from my chin. He pushed himself back further into his seat, causing his dick to pop out of my mouth. As he did so, a mixture of my drool and his cum spilled from my lips and onto his lap. I instinctively lunged forward to take his cock back into my mouth but he pushed me away and begged me to stop. We just stared at each other, panting, sweating, covered in cum, and sweat. He chuckled and said that it was too much to take and that he thought he might black out. I gathered my senses, stood up, and walked to the kitchen to get a drink. I was almost in a trance as I staggered across the room, his cum still smeared across my face and chest. I opened a soda and took a drink, allowing the taste of citrus to mix with his cum. I was happy with both my ability to get him off and the idea of doing it again as soon as I could. My smile grew even bigger as I realized that we were still playing Truth or Dare, and now it was my turn.
Alan followed me into the kitchen and asked me if I was alright. I just smiled at his concern and assured him that I was very well. Without saying another word, he pushed me against the refrigerator, pulled down my shorts, and started stroking my hard dick. I grasped the fridge behind me as he got down on his knees. He asked if we were still playing and I said yes, I think I could think of one more Dare for him. With that, he leaned forward and licked the head of my dick, sending a bolt of pleasure through my body. He could tell by my reaction how badly I wanted it so he took pity on me and placed his lips against the uncovered head of my cock. His mouth opened and he slowly took the head of my penis into his mouth. I put my hands on his shoulders as he started moving his head back and forth, just sucking on the tip of my cock. His tongue caressed the underside of my dick as he slid more and more of my length into his mouth. He gently tugged and fondled my balls as he continued to puff on my dick like a cigar. He moved towards me one last time and I felt the tip of my penis touch the back of his throat. He pressed his lips around my shaft and started sliding his mouth back down my shaft. As he got to my head, he gave it a little flick with his tongue and then slid back down my length. I was in heaven and wanted this to go on forever but could already feel the tingle of an orgasm deep in my stomach. I gasped to him that I was about to cum and he all but ignored the words. The palms of my hands and the souls of my feet started to tingle and burn as he moved his hand from my balls to my hip and increased the speed of his thrusts. The room spun and I made sounds as I had never made before as the strongest orgasm I had ever had cascaded over me, setting every nerve ending in my body on fire. It was everything
I stayed with Alan for three days before the power came back on at my place, and during that time we sucked each other off playing Truth or Dare more times than I can count. In the future, He, Sean, and I would go on to play many games of Truth or Dare together, but that game will always be a special one.
The wind was like needles and I could feel my leather jacket getting heavier as sheets of ice clung to it. It took me nearly an hour to make it the few blocks over to Alan's house, and I was soaking wet and half-frozen by the time I arrived. He let me in and I was shivering so badly that I could barely speak. He told me to get out of my wet clothing and he would fetch me a towel and a warm drink. I took off my slush-covered jacket and kicked off my boots. The collar and wrists of my flannel shirt were crispy with frost, and the legs of my pants were wet and caked with slush. By the time I removed all of my wet gear, I was in just my socks and underwear. Alan returned with a towel and some extra clothes for me to borrow. I thanked him as changed right there in the doorway. As I finished undressing, Alan jokingly whistled and cat-called me.
Now, I should probably explain some aspects of our friendship. Alan and I, along with our friend Sean, all started masturbating together a while back and using the game Truth or Dare as an excuse to do it. It had never gone further than just getting naked and jerking off together, but there was definitely some interest, at least on my part, in taking things further. Our games would usually start with watching or reading porn together while asking questions about our sexual interests, kinks, and histories. After doing that for a bit, we would move on to daring each other to flash, strip, or masturbate for a time limit, usually a minute or two. Once we were all exposed and turned on, we would start daring people to masturbate until we came, and that would be the end of the game. We started doing that several months ago and had been doing it together just about every time we had the chance.
Still standing in Alan's living room, I opted to just change right there in the doorway. I had considered going to another room for privacy but was feeling a little daring after his cat-calls and whistles, even if they were a joke. Thinking about stripping naked in front of him before doing it had even caused me to start getting a hard-on, so when took my boxers off, my semi-erect cock bounced out and swung around as I moved. After putting on the shorts he brought for me, I was making a noticeable tent in the lightweight running shorts and the legs were so short that I was almost falling out of them with each move I made. As he watched me, he said that I had just reminded him that he recently got some new porn DVDs, and asked if I felt like it watching some, and I said that sounded great.
We went to the kitchen and made a few rum and cokes, then headed back to his den where the big screen was waiting. I took a seat on the couch as he went to change into something more comfortable himself. He soon returned wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It was very obvious he wasn't wearing underwear as his cock left a large outline in the front of his pants, bouncing from side to side with each step he took as he went over to the TV to start the movie. Its title was "Secret Suburban Sex Parties" and it focused on group sex, exhibitionism, and voyeurism, all kinks that we both enjoyed. The first scene featured three women taking turns watching each other masturbate and was especially hot because it was so similar to what we were about to do.
We got comfortable on the couch, sipped our drinks, and slowly started rubbing ourselves as we enjoyed the movie. As the scene escalated, so did my movements until I couldn't stand to tease myself any longer. I pulled the leg of my shorts aside, allowing my hard cock to be free causing Alan to take notice of my brazen actions. Alan watched me more than the TV now as I rolled my foreskin back to reveal the glistening head of my cock. I licked my hand so that I could work on the sensitive glans with one hand and fondle and caress my balls with the other. As I wantonly pleasured myself, Alan pulled and pushed the waistband of his pants down, causing his own hard penis to spring forth. We watched our movie, drank, talked, and masturbated together
I was getting close to cumming, so asked Alen how close he was so that we could do it together. He said it would be soon, so I paced myself and just watched. As he stroked himself, Alan asked me if I remembered the first time we masturbated together. I did, of course, it was something I thought about a lot.
A few minutes later he told me he was about to cum, so I quickened my motions and allowed myself to finally have my orgasm. I gasped, clenched my leg muscles, and shot multiple thick ropes of cum onto my stomach and chest. As I erupted, he grunted and let loose his one volley of semen. The first torrent splashed across his stomach, and the second and third shot almost straight up into the air and splashed back down over the hand around his dick. He whispered the f-word as he pulled his hand away from his swollen penis and his cum formed little webs between his fingers and penis as he moved.
We talked that first night we played together, then reminisced about some of the more risque truths and wilder dares that we did at other times. Talking about playing Truth or Dare got us both in the mood to play a game, so we took our drinks back to the living room to play some Truth or Dare.
The game started out very tame with lots of truth questions to get us up to speed on what we had been doing lately. Questions like "Who was the last person you saw naked?" or "Where is the coolest place you have had sex?", things like that. The first few dares were more silly than anything else, dip your balls in your drink, try and open the fridge door with your dick, just goofy stuff like that, but all that was about to change.
The game took on a more serious tone when Alan asked me a Truth question about my sexuality. We all knew that I was not "straight" but I had never gone into detail about it. I admitted that I was Bisexual but had very limited experience with men. He asked me to elaborate and I told him that I had given a few handjobs and a blowjob, but the guy didn't cum in my mouth. He then asked me if he Dared me to give him a hand job, would I do it and I said that it would be a Dare, so I would have to. For my turn, I asked him the same question and he said he always considered himself straight, but us masturbating together was one of his favorite things, so he wasn't sure.
I had a pretty good idea of what my next turn was going to be, and I was honestly excited about it. Alan dared me to give him a hand job for 1 minute, and I agreed. I moved over next to his chair, got down on my knees next to him, and took his hard cock into my hand. I wrapped my thumb and pointer finger around the shaft of his cock and gave it a little tug. He gasped as I touched him, causing me to feel more daring. I closed my entire fist around his dick and started stroking it just the way I do my own. As I stroked him, his cock pulsed and stiffened, feeling like a pressurized water hose in my hand. The skin was warm and smooth, and I couldn't help but enjoy the way he felt.
The minute moved by and was over in a flash, then it was my turn again. I dared him to do the same for me and almost came as soon as his hand touched me. Each movement of his hand made me shiver and a little pearl of pre-cum appeared on the tip of my cock. By the time his minute was up, I was on the verge of another orgasm. His turn again, and it was no surprise to me at all when he dared me to use my hands to make him cum. I sat up on my knees, facing him, braced myself by holding on to the back of his chair, reached down, and touched him again. I was trembling as my hand started working his shaft up and down, passing my fingers from the base of his shaft to over the head of his dick, and back down again. Without thinking about it, I pulled my hand away from him, brought it to my mouth, licked it, and put my now-wet hand back to work on his dick.
Me licking my hand surprised us both, the added moisture allowed me to work his head and shaft with ease, causing him to moan out loud. The slight taste of his dick on my tongue made me brazen and I lost myself in bringing him pleasure. His breathing started to get fast and shallow, he flexed his leg muscles and muttered through gritted teeth that he was cumming. As soon as he spoke, the first jet of cum gushed from his cock, going over my hand and splashing onto his shirt. He bucked and gasped as a second and third jet of hot jizz shot higher onto his chest. The final few gushes were smaller and spilled over my fist and slipped in between my fingers. I was in a state of bliss watching him get from my touch.
He sat panting on the couch as I headed to the kitchen sink to wash up. Before he could look over and see me, I greedily licked his cum from between my fingers and off of my palm and knuckles. It tasted so amazing that I lapped all of it up before pretending to wash my hands. I skipped back into the living room, flopped down on the couch next to him, wiggled my hips so that my hard cock wagged like a dog's tail, and asked if he could guess what my Dare was going to be for his next turn.
He took his shirt off and used it to wipe the rest of the cum off of his stomach and chest then threw it on the coffee table. He rolled over onto his side a little to give himself a good angle and used the condensation from his drinking glass to wet his hand. His cold, wet palm instantly turned hot and rough against the skin of my throbbing erection. He slowly moved his hand from the base of my shaft, over the head of my cock, and gave it a little squeeze before sliding all the way back down. I sank back into the couch, closed my eyes, and had possibly the greatest orgasm that I had ever had up until that point. I tried to stay quiet and compose myself as I got off, but couldn't manage it. I squealed, gasped, and grunted as I came. Ribbons of hot semen flew through the air and splattered over everything in the area. I not only came on my own chest and face, but also his hand, arm, chest, and face. There was cum on the couch next to me as well as on the wall behind us. I can't remember ever making so much cum before. He was amazed by it also, joking that he didn't know one person could make so much semen. Now that we were both utterly spent, we cleaned up our messes, finished our drinks, and went to sleep.
I woke up the next morning with a hard-on and went right to work on it while watching another porn. Alan woke up before I was finished and joined me for another jerk-off session. As we played, we started talking about our game of truth or dare the night before and how much fun it was. He admitted that he had been curious about men for a long time and was happy that we could explore those feelings together. I agreed and apologized for not being more open with him about my sexuality, I just didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable. He said that wasn't an issue at all, and besides, it was just a Dare, so whatever we did was just part of a game. I agreed and said that if it was a Drae, then we had to do it, those are the rules. He asked if I would do anything as a dare, and I admitted that there were very few things that I would not do if dared. We sat silently stroking our dicks for a few moments more before he broke the silence by asking me to tell him about the guy I gave a blowjob to.
I explained that it was during another game of Truth or Dare. The person I was playing with and I were just curious about it and decided to give it a try. I went first, but as soon as I put him into my mouth, he changed his mind. I didn't use any names, but we both knew it was Sean that I was talking about. Another few minutes of silence when by before he asked if they had not stopped me, would I have finished. I said I was not planning on letting him cum in my mouth at the time, but since then had become more and more curious about what it would be like. He then asked me if I would try doing it again, like if someone dared me to do it. Before he was even finished with the question, I blurted out YES! and then added, you know, because it would be a Dare, so I would have to do it, right? We sat silent for a moment longer before he said, yeah, it's a dare then. I dare you to give me a blowjob.
With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, I stood from my place on the couch and stepped in front of him, and dropped to my knees at his feet. He scooted forward on the couch and spread his legs allowing me to lean in closer. I put my hands on the couch next to his hips and moved my face closer to his crotch. I could smell his cock and balls, a sweet, musty odor not unlike my own. I opened my mouth and took him into it, savoring the now familiar taste of his pre-cum. The skin of his penis was warm and smooth and tasted like it smelled. I slowly slid my head and mouth up and down the length of his cock, allowing my lips to slip over the head of his cock as if I were kissing it. As I moved back down, his head slid across my tongue and tapped against the roof of my mouth and then the back of my throat. He reached back down and put his hands on the back of my head and started lightly bucking his hips. He moaned and told me that I felt so good. He clenched his fists in my hair and pulled my head down onto his lap, thrusting his dick down my throat. To my surprise, I had no gag reflex, it was as if I was made to do this, I was in heaven.
He fucked my face for a few more seconds and then whispered to me that he was going to cum. He let go of my head so that I could pull away before he came into my mouth, but I refused to stop. I was unprepared for not only the amount of cum he filled me with but how much I loved it as blast after blast of semen filled my mouth. He continued to buck and squirt as I struggled to keep him in my mouth. I swallowed as much of him as I could, but there was simply too much cum for me to drink. His semen gushed from the corners of my mouth and dripped from my chin. He pushed himself back further into his seat, causing his dick to pop out of my mouth. As he did so, a mixture of my drool and his cum spilled from my lips and onto his lap. I instinctively lunged forward to take his cock back into my mouth but he pushed me away and begged me to stop. We just stared at each other, panting, sweating, covered in cum, and sweat. He chuckled and said that it was too much to take and that he thought he might black out. I gathered my senses, stood up, and walked to the kitchen to get a drink. I was almost in a trance as I staggered across the room, his cum still smeared across my face and chest. I opened a soda and took a drink, allowing the taste of citrus to mix with his cum. I was happy with both my ability to get him off and the idea of doing it again as soon as I could. My smile grew even bigger as I realized that we were still playing Truth or Dare, and now it was my turn.
Alan followed me into the kitchen and asked me if I was alright. I just smiled at his concern and assured him that I was very well. Without saying another word, he pushed me against the refrigerator, pulled down my shorts, and started stroking my hard dick. I grasped the fridge behind me as he got down on his knees. He asked if we were still playing and I said yes, I think I could think of one more Dare for him. With that, he leaned forward and licked the head of my dick, sending a bolt of pleasure through my body. He could tell by my reaction how badly I wanted it so he took pity on me and placed his lips against the uncovered head of my cock. His mouth opened and he slowly took the head of my penis into his mouth. I put my hands on his shoulders as he started moving his head back and forth, just sucking on the tip of my cock. His tongue caressed the underside of my dick as he slid more and more of my length into his mouth. He gently tugged and fondled my balls as he continued to puff on my dick like a cigar. He moved towards me one last time and I felt the tip of my penis touch the back of his throat. He pressed his lips around my shaft and started sliding his mouth back down my shaft. As he got to my head, he gave it a little flick with his tongue and then slid back down my length. I was in heaven and wanted this to go on forever but could already feel the tingle of an orgasm deep in my stomach. I gasped to him that I was about to cum and he all but ignored the words. The palms of my hands and the souls of my feet started to tingle and burn as he moved his hand from my balls to my hip and increased the speed of his thrusts. The room spun and I made sounds as I had never made before as the strongest orgasm I had ever had cascaded over me, setting every nerve ending in my body on fire. It was everything
I stayed with Alan for three days before the power came back on at my place, and during that time we sucked each other off playing Truth or Dare more times than I can count. In the future, He, Sean, and I would go on to play many games of Truth or Dare together, but that game will always be a special one.
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