Truth Or Dare

This past Christmas, I was home from college, working at the McD's again for a little pocket change and just to have something to do. The same crew was there from the summer before, they knew me and I knew them, It was comfortable. Working the closing shift still gave me lots of time to go to the bars before they closed, and it allowed me to "sleep in" most mornings.

One night, it was late and the store was so dead, all we did was stare despondently out the windows at the mounting blizzard. Pat, the shift manage, finally got wise and we rapidly closed the store down. She was obviously nervous about getting stuck in the storm and her anxiety was only making it more difficult for me to finish up, So I offered to lock up. She agreed, and I sent her on her way.

I finally finished mopping the floor about half an hour later. Throwing off the absurd polyester uniform, I changed into my street clothes and dashed out the emergency door towards my car. The door was designed to lock behind you as it closes, this saved Pat from having to give me a key. Getting to the car, I started fumbling for my keys to find they must have fallen out of my pants while I was changing. Oh shit, I thought, I can't get in the car & I can't get back into the store, I'm in trouble.

It was very cold and not safe to be standing out there being indecisive. Cursing, I crossed the intersection to a small Irish bar across the way. This was in the 'burbs, with not much else but the mall and stores that were long since closed, and houses of people I didn't know. I lived just over five miles away, but was not stupid enough to walk home in this freezing slop. The bar still open, or at least the door was unlocked. The place was empty, but that didn't surprise me, the streets were empty, too.

"Hey There, what ya doing?" came a familiar voice. It was Danny, the bartender, a real Irish hunk. I told him my plight. He smiled warmly, "Well, hell, I'm stuck too. I live 35 miles from here off the expressway. There's no way I'm going home in this. Why don't you just stay here with me. When it passes, you can get your keys out of there, or I'll get you home to get another set of keys."

"Great," I said, "but I better warn my family." I went to the phone around the corner. Such good luck, I smiled to myself — alone, drinking with Danny. He was about five years older than me, 26 or so, and extremely good-looking. The straight girls I sometime hung out with would just melt looking at him, when we were here and he was working (which seemed all the time).

Danny was about six foot seven, with dark hair & eyes, and a strong square jaws. Looking seriously Irish, which was appropriate considering where he work, he was very masculine without being too butch. He muscular body was almost visible through the tight t-shits he sometimes wore. His arms were large and well defined, even his face had that kind of taut look.

So after I got off the phone with mom, I went back to sit with my latest crush. I had known I was gay for years, but was in no hurry to come crashing out of my closet. I had had lots of girls, who I enjoyed sexually and had experimented some at school, so I was calm for the time being. Also, I hadn't met anyone who was open about being gay, so I wasn't sure of where to begin or how it all worked.

"Here you go, Tiger," he said, pouring me a tall beer. I laughed. Danny liked me for some uncanny reason. Even when I would come in with the old high school group or some of the crew from McD's, it was me that always got free drinks and the latest joke.

I've always been one of the guys; masculine, almost six feet, and trim. I've been told I am cute, but I'm really just sort of average; with curly, dirty blond hair and green eyes. Just the kid next door kind of look; the paper boy, a boy scout, you get the picture.

So Danny and I told jokes and drank. He locked the doors and re-lit the fire in the fireplace. We moved away from the bar and sat by the fire.

"What's that obnoxious game you people are always playing when you come in here," he asked, nonchalantly.

"Truth or Dare," I said.

"Oh yeah, how do you play?" he asked, smoking his cigarette in earnest.

"Well, you ask a person truth or dare, if they choose truth, you ask them an embarrassing question, if they choose dare, they get to do an embarrassing dare."

"Is that why you were doing push-ups in the intersection last night?" he asked.

"Yeah, that was one of my dares."

"Hell, let's play," he said, "ya wanna?"

The idea unnerved me for a second. Maybe it was a glint of mischief in his eyes. But, I thought what else do we have do with the snow continuing to pile up outside.

"Ok," I said, "but since there is only two of us let's make it more interesting. Every third time has to be a dare."

"Ok," Danny replied. He pulled out his wallet. "Let's make it even more interesting. Whoever chickens out..." He paused and pulled out $50 dollars, "losses his money."

I smiled as I was getting into the mood of this and say, Ok. I pulled out $40 dollars. "I'm ten dollars light, but I'll owe it. If I need to."

"Who goes first?" he asked. I said I would and I sucked up my beer.

"Truth or Dare, Danny?" I asked

"Truth," he shrugged.

"Have you ever had any venereal diseases?" I asked.

"Oh God," he groaned, "Right to the gutter already. Yes, once. Gonorrhea. My turn."

"Truth or Dare?" he asked.

"Truth," I smiled. He scratched his chin.

"How many girls have you been with sexually?" he asked.

I paused, then said, "Five."

"You sure?" he kidded, while heading back to the bar for more beer.

"Yeah," I groaned in reply to his question.

He returned with a pitcher of red ale, instead of the beer he had been pouring for us. "You will like this trust me." he said.

"Truth or Dare, Danny?" I asked

"Truth," he smiled this time when he said it.

"Do you masturbate?" I asked.

He went beet-red, he just stared at me for a moment. I chuckled, beginning to absolutely enjoy myself. And enjoying the buzz the beer had brought on.

"Of course I do," he grumbled. "My turn, truth or dare?"

"Truth," I said, feeling thoroughly warm, comfortable, and buzzing by the fire.

"Do you masturbate?" he asked.

"As often as I can," I smiled. I could see it annoyed him that I wasn't embarrassed by that question.

"My turn and it's your third time," I smiled. "You have to do a dare. Your dare is to do five shots of Southern Comfort."

"Shit!" he roared, but ended up doing then just as I ended up doing five on my turn. We were feeling no pain.

"Danny, how big is you dick? I asked him next, which really made him laugh.

"Hell, I've never measured it," he complained. "Long enough I'm sure. Let me guess. Soft or hard? Eight or nine inches," he boasted. I chuckled. Then he looked at me kind of weird, "Want to check?"

"I forgot my ruler," I stammered. "It's your turn," I said. "Truth?"

"Have you ever had sex with a guy?" he asked nonchalantly. I was surprised. I had, once when I was 16 with a guy from high school, and twice since college.

"Yes," I said simply. He looked at me strangely again. I began to panic, I was losing my edge in the game. I was also getting an erection.

"My turn, truth or date, Danny-boy," I said. I think he knew I was going to ask him the same question because he said dare. I smiled mischievously. "Take of all your clothes Danny, I said matter-of-factly.

He smiled. "You really want that money, don't you? I'll do it, it's Ok. The fire's warm."

He stood up and started chucking off his clothes. I had forgotten how infatuated I was with him until his hairy, muscular chest came into view. Then as he stepped out of his black jeans, I could see his thick powerful legs. His dark triangle of pubic had a long, thick, dark dick nestled in its crotch as he sat back down in the fire glow.

"Your dare is the same, and trust me you will find it less embarrassing than the truth question I have prepared, so take the dare." He smiled and leaned back to watch. I became real self-conscious. I had some guesses on what his next questions might be. I took the dare. Hell, I had a hard-on. I pulled my clothes off, my dick becoming even harder despite the embarrassment. I sat down trying to conceal my raging hard-on, but Danny caught on.

"Is this game exciting you, Tiger?" he asked in a dreamy slur. I burned in embarrassment, my ears tingling and I'm sure red.

"My turn," I said, trying to regain the initiative. "And, it's another third time for you. That means a dare."

"Lay it on me," he grunted. The tide had turned and there was nothing I could do, it seemed to stop it, and did I want to. At the start, I was in full control of the game and he was embarrassed by the action. Now he was seemed to be in charge and I had lost my cool. I thought about my hard-on and his comments.

I said, "Well, let's see you play with yourself until you get hard." I smiled. He was very quite, but seemed unaffected. He merely reached down and stroked his dick, while staring right back to me. This gesture brought me back to where I was and what was going on. I was naked with this handsome guy and he was jacking off, while looking at me. Gods, I wanted him, but I was still confused. Was this all just happening or was it a seduction?

His dick sprang up against his abdomen. He pulled it down and let it smack up against his hard abs. It was really large, much bigger and thicker than my excited seven inches. My head felt full from the booze. I though I knew what was going to happen next.

"Truth or date?" he asked.

"Dare, it my third time I have not choice," I said, now hoping what I thought was going to happen, would begin.

He stood up and walker over to me, his cock at my eye level. In the firelight his torso flickered with gold light.

He put his hand on the back of my head and growled, "Lick it." He pulled my face onto his cock. It was hot. I licked it. He reached down, grabbed it, and rubbed it in my face. "Now suck it," he groaned, "suck it." I opened my mouth and he slipped it in. It throbbed and pulsated — tasting a bit salty, a bit musky. His body grew taut as he slid it in and out, accelerating in speed. I had to hold his hips to keep him from choking me.

He was moaning, and grunting, and growling. He was taking a ride on my face and I was grooving to it. My dick was so stiff and hard, it hurt and felt good, all at once. I held on for dear life as he pumped my face. And then he shot. Out shot streams of hot cream. I'd never tasted cum before. My stomach quaked as I tried to swallow it all. ... I gagged and cum drooled down my face along with my spit. He finally stopped jerking about and slid his still hard cock out of my mouth. I thought to myself, "Now what?"

He pulled me up and kissed me wildly on the month. We were consumed in the

monument. This was something I had experience in. I kissed him back hard, our tongues exchanging much contact. His hands were all over me and I trembled and thrashed against him, I had entered a degree of excitement I had never known. He broke our kiss and moved his mouth down to my neck, kissing and caressing my throat with tongue and lips.

Moving further down he found my nipples. Never had anyone paid attention to them before, he stroked them with his tongue and rubbed his stubble beard against them. It sent shivers of pleasure up and down my spine. As he continued and the gently nibbled at one, my legs almost gave out on me. He dropped down to his knees and sucked my dick into his mouth. As he bounced his head up and down my dick, I was lost, I shot right away. My legs buckled and he drained me dry. I had to plead with him to stop.

He pulled me up and pushed me back on one of the tables, climbed on top of me, smothering me with more deep kisses. "I love you... I love you," he whispered in between his passion. It wonderful and frightening too. I'd never have thought he was gay, let alone attracted to me.

"I want to fuck you," he moaned in my ear. "Let me have you, here, tonight." I shivered and told him that I never had done it.

"It's Ok," he said. "I have... I'll be right back." He disappeared into the back and come out, cock swaying in the breeze, with some lube. He hoisted my legs up in the air and washed my ass with his tongue. Soon his fingers were probing me and he moved his tongue to my balls and inner thighs.

I started pumping in on my hardening cock, and I came again on to my chest. Danny added my cum to the lube and began bumping his cock on the outside of my ass. He took his time entering me and I thought he was ripping me in two when he sunk it in all the way. He grew extremely excited again as he pumped my virgin ass.

"That's it," he groaned. "Love me, ride it, ride my cock... Oh take it all, Fuck me," he grunted, ramming his big dick in and out of my hole.

I was actually enjoying being fucked at this point and trying not to cum again. His sweat pattered down on me as he continued to bang away at my ass. I reached up squeezed his nipples and caressed them. H e went wild, shuddering, then all hell broke loose. I clawed at the table and clutched at him as he slammed into me and damn near knocked us off the table. His expression was so beautiful, so passionate. Then he came, eyes clenched like a lion roaring and I shot off again. We were completely lost for a moment.

We washed each other up, from a bucket, setting in front of the fire. We drank some more and talked, while cuddled in a blanket on the floor by the fire. I couldn't believe this had happened. He told me he had only been so attracted to a man once before. We dozed wrapped up in blankets savoring the full body contact of our nudity.

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written by dewayne836