Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2011 11:30:00 +1000
From: Jeff Albertson <albertson194@gmail.com>
Subject: I Dare You

I Dare You

a story by plantagenet

Disclaimer: This story is obviously fiction. It is adult material only: no
minors allowed.

I Dare You

Those three little words got me and Alex into a hell of a lot of trouble
this summer just past. If it wasn't him daring me to do something
outrageous, it was me daring him. I used to lie awake at night just
thinking about what I could dare him to do the next day. I'm sure he did
the same.

Our friendship was a bit unusual, for these modern times. Alex (or
Alexander, as his mother called him when he was in trouble) is a boy of
eleven, slight of build, with longish, mousy brown hair that his mother was
always threatening to have cut. I'm Fay, without an 'e' on the end, short
for Lafayette, and I'm nineteen. Yeah, I know, sucks for a boy's name,
don't it. My parents were big into Scientology for a while around the time
I was born, that's how I got it. So now you know what the 'L' stands for in
L.Ron's name, huh? A bit like naming a boy Sue, like in that old Johnny
Cash song. Guess I can take care of myself, too.

That's really how me and Alex met - our moms knew each other, Alex's mom
wanted to get somebody to help Alex get a bit stronger physically so he
could stand up to bullies, and she mentioned this to my mom, who naturally
volunteered me. I told her "no way! He's, like, a baby" but she wouldn't
budge, and I gave in eventually. My mom said it would keep me out of
mischief in the summer vacation, too, while I waited to go to College. So,
my stupid first name, which led to me being fit and strong and handy with
my fists, got me into this strange friendship with Alex.

I'm not really sure which one of us did the first dare - I vaguely remember
it happened after a training session when I showed Alex how to protect his
face from being hit. We did some of our training sessions down at the Y,
because they had some pretty good workout and boxing stuff there. Most
times we just trained in Alex's basement. So, anyway, we were walking home
(we live two streets apart from each other) from the gym at the Y, when we
walked under a big old peach tree that was in somebody's front yard, but
right near their fence. Its branches overhung the sidewalk, and it had only
one fruit left on it, pretty high up, too.

"Say, Fay" he says (he thought that was really funny - I could never find
anything to rhyme with 'Alex') "how tall are you?"

I stopped walking, on account of we were in no hurry to get home, and
leaned on the brick fence of the house with the peach tree. "Oh, about
six-four, maybe six-five, I guess"

"Uh huh" he says, "and how high up do you think that peach is up there" he
continued, pointing to the fruit.

"Oh, shit, I dunno, about eight, ten feet. Why?"

He smirked at me. "Betcha can't reach it" he stated, like it was a foregone
conclusion. Well, when your name is Fay, you're usually always up for a
challenge, but I'd just finished working out with Alex and I couldn't be
bothered. I just grunted.

"I dare you" he whispered, looking me right in the eye. That was it. That
was how it started, I guess, that goddamned peach. No red-blooded American
teen can walk away from a dare, so I climbed onto the brick fence I had
been leaning against and stretched up as high as I could to reach the
stupid peach, and just as my fingertips grazed the fuzzy skin, the little
shit pulled my tracksuit bottoms down.

Alex screamed with laughter as he ran down the street, leaving me to
scramble at my ankles for my trousers. I had boxers on underneath, and
there was nobody else on the sidewalk, so it could have been much worse
than it really was. I was determined to get the little shit back,
though. Problem was, I couldn't just pound his face in because, well, our
moms were friends, I had committed to spending most of the summer helping
him with self-defence, and there was still a few weeks to go, and he was a
lot smaller and weaker than me after all, and, well, I guess it was pretty
funny, and no real harm was done. But I was gonna get him, you can bet on
that.

Alex was waiting for me in his basement. I guess he wasn't sure whether the
pounding option was still on the table or not, because he was standing
behind the couch for protection when I came in. "You got me good, Alex", I
told him, trying to sound cheerful and not vengeful, and sat on the
couch. "What's on TV?" I asked, casually. Like some kind of timid feral
animal, he cautiously circled the couch and sat down on the other end,
still watching me, waiting for the counterattack.

After I found some cartoons, Alex got over his nerves, so I figured it was
time to get even. "You know, Alex", I remarked, trying to keep it casual,
"that really was a pretty funny dare. But I bet I can dare you something
you wouldn't be game to do"

I had his attention now. Plus, I think he was kind of hoping for a way to
let me get even with him. He was that kind of kid, I think. Alex's basement
had a door that led to his back yard, plus of course an internal door that
led back into the house. So I said "Since you like fruit so much, I dare
you to go out and get an apple off the tree in your back yard"

He wrinkled a face at me. "What's so hard about that?"

"Well, since you pulled my pants down, you have to do it with no pants
on. Take 'em off and leave them here on the couch, then go get the apple. I
dare you".

Grinning fiercely at me, he stood up and undid the snap of his
jeans. Unzipping them, he shimmied them down his legs. Unlike me, he wore
briefs, regulation white ones that I guess his mom bought for him. Wearing
only his t-shirt and undies he opened the door and set out the short
distance across his back yard to the tree. He was half way there when he
heard me slam the door shut.

"Hey!" he yelled as he prevaricated between going on for the apple or going
back to bang on the door. I just wanted him to feel the mild inconvenience
and slight embarassment of going out in public partially undressed, and I
guess I wanted a little revenge too, I admit it. But it worked. Five
minutes later he came back into the basement via the internal door, holding
an apple and looking very sheepish. I pointed to his jeans and he gave me
the apple, then put his pants back on. "This isn't over" he eventually
scowled at me after we had watched a few more cartoons. "You just wait
until tomorrow"

= = =

The 'tomorrow' Alex referred to was our swim morning at the local pool. We
got there early, so there were no other kids, only a few lap swimmers and
some old people doing their own brand of hydrotherapy. We both wore our
swimsuits under our trackpants so it was quick and easy to change. We
fooled around for a while in the water, until I saw Alex get this funny
look on his face. He swam towards me and stopped, treading water.

"Not many people around just now", he whispered, though he needn't have
bothered. He could have shouted and not attracted attention. Kids always
shout at swimming pools. The next thing he said nearly made me shout.

"I dare you to take your bathers off", he whispered, smirking.

I had a feeling all morning, and as we walked to the pool, that this was
coming, from what Alex gabbled on about as we walked. So I wasn't too
shocked. But a dare was a dare, so I just gave him a nod and reached down
underwater for the string of my suit and untied the knot. I had a quick
look around to see if anyone was paying attention to us (no-one was), and
slid my suit down to my feet. I tried to pick it up from the pool floor
with my toe, but I couldn't quite grasp it. Maybe that only works in
cartoons. Holding up the bit of nylon in my hand, I grinned at
Alex. "Easy", I declared.

"You're not finished yet", he retorted. "You have to get rid of them
completely - that means you can't be touching them. Throw them out of the
pool". He looked around. "Over there will do", he added, nodding at the
paved surrounds.

I could see what he was angling for - first chance he got, Alex was going
to get out of the pool and run off with my bathers. Well, I was way too
smart for him! I threw the swimsuit to a different part of the pavement,
just as Alex swam away from me. "Wow! She's taking her top off!" he gasped,
looking behind me. I swivelled around, looking everywhere to try to see the
strip show, but by the time I realised I had been fooled, Alex had swum to
the side of the pool, climbed out and ran around to where my bathers lay on
the pavement. Shouting with glee, he picked them up and ran to the dressing
room waving them over his head.

Fuming silently at my stupidity, I swam to the ladder and started to climb
out. I had another look around to see if anyone was watching. No-one was
paying me any attention, so I exited the pool stark naked, and sprinted to
the dressing room. "Hey! No running!" I heard the lifeguard yell out after
me. I was glad he didn't add 'No Streaking" as well.

Alex was waiting for me inside. He didn't bother showering or anything, he
just put his t-shirt on. I smiled grimly at him to show I had no hard
feelings - little did he know I was plotting my next move. "Very funny,
Alex - someone might have seen me!"

"They'd need a microscope!" he jibed. That was a running joke between us,
making fun of the size of each other's dicks. We had not progressed so far
in our friendship to actually see each other's dicks, of course - it was
just one of those boy jokes. But since Alex had clearly seen my dick when I
got back under cover in the dressing room, I figured it was time to make
the punishment fit the crime.

"Let's go", I said, after getting dressed. We headed out of the pool and
started towards Alex's place. Just after we rounded the first corner out of
the pool grounds, I stopped. "Alex?". He paused at the sound of my
voice. "That t-shirt you're wearing covers your swimsuit, so anyone in the
street looking at you couldn't even tell if you're wearing bathers or not."

"So?" he sneered.

"So, I dare you to take your bathers off right now. No-one is about, and
they wouldn't see anything anyway - not without an electron microscope", I
added.

He scowled at me, but he had been dared, and he knew it was my turn to
offer the dare. He turned away from me and pulled up the front of his tee
so he could get at the drawstring. He slipped the knot, and with a little
sigh, pulled the clingy nylon swimsuit down his thighs and off. I held out
a hand, and he knew that this was part of the dare also - he handed his
bathers to me.

"Very good, Alex!" I remarked sarcastically. Now let's walk to your place
like two normal kids. We continued our journey along the sidewalk, but I
wasn't quite finished with him yet. I flicked the back of his tee up,
exposing his pale bum.

"Fay! Cut it out!" Alex complained. A few steps later, I did it again -
only this time I flicked the front up.

"Fay! Quit it! You're making me get a boner!" he whined.

"Oh really?" I asked coquettishly. Another couple of yards and I pulled
both sides of the tee up at once. Alex writhed and giggled and screeched at
the same time.

"Fay! For christ's sakes, stop it! Someone might see me! They'll tell my
mom, for sure!"

"Tell her what? That you've got a really tiny dick? I think she already
knows", I smirked.

"Ha ha ha", he drawled. I flicked the back up again, then stopped walking
suddenly. Time to spring my trap. I looked towards the sun, shielding my
eyes with my hands.

"Hmm" I mumbled, trying to be enigmatic.

"What? What is it?" Alex asked, then held his hands up to his forehead like
I was doing, looking for whatever it was that I was looking at. Before he
knew what was happening, I swiftly grabbed the hem of his tee and lifted it
straight upwards. His arms were already raised, so it was easy to slip the
sleeves out over them. I ran up the street, waving the tee over my head in
imitation of the way Alex had done earlier with my swimsuit at the
pool. Alex screeched even louder than before, and cupped both hands over
his crotch, doubling over at the waist. He tried to run after me, but it
was more of a waddle. He realised that the longer he stayed out on the
street naked, the better the chances he would be seen, so he uncupped his
little package and tore off after me.

I beat him in the front door by only a few yards - the little guy was
getting fitter! I momentarily toyed with the idea of locking him out of his
own home, making him suffer a bit longer, nude, on his fronnt porch, but
that would be escalating the dare game beyond reasonable limits. There are
rules, after all. I let him in and tossed him his t-shirt. He surprised me
by not putting it back on immediately - he just grabbed it and followed me
naked to the basement.

"Do you often walk around your house like that?" I asked, switching on the
TV. Alex sat at the other end of the couch, making no move to cover his
dick, which amazingly was still hard.

"Sometimes, when mom isn't here. You seen it all anyway, no need to hide it
anymore." We watched a few cartoons, then Alex spoke again. "Can...can I
see yours again? No dare, just...you know...let the tiger out of the cage,
heh heh"

I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I figured what the hell, I
was bigger than him, and he wasn't going to overpower me or
anything. Besides, this whole dare game might be his way of getting us
together, and I wasn't against the idea. Mostly curious, if anything. I
slipped my jeans and boxers off and tugged my shirt over my head. Alex
stared at my package, and inevitably, my dick responded.

"Remember you told me about the first time you kissed your girlfriend?"
Alex said softly, still staring at the python as it rose. Now, I got to
explain something here. When I first met Alex, he asked me if I had a
girlfriend, which of course I didn't, so I invented one, wanting to look
cool. Since then, every time I exercised with him, he would ask me about
her, about what we did together sexually, and so on. It was starting to get
hard keeping track of my invention, though. This imaginary girl was named
'Shelley', and of course she was good looking, killer tits, a knockout
kisser, the whole deal.

"Yeah, sure. Shelley's a great kisser" I replied, scanning my memory banks
for all the details I had already told Alex.

"I dare you to kiss me like you kiss her", the boy whispered. So, it looked
like we were back to the dare game again. What was the big deal about
getting me naked first, I wondered. Maybe Alex was just horny, and wanted
to fool around some. In which case, I wish I hadn't invented a girlfriend,
and I could ask him if he like to apply for the job, heh. But he had dared
me, and I guess I had led him on a bit by stripping off, not to mention
boning up, so...

"Come over here" I whispered, crooking my index finger at him. I wasn't
fully boned yet, but my dick was well on the way. Alex was still stiff from
my surprise attack on the sidewalk. He scrambled over to me and lay on top
of me. I wriggled a bit to readjust for comfort.

"You guys use tongue?" he asked, and I had to wonder for a second which
guys he was talking about, before realising he meant me and 'Shelley'.

"Sure", I replied. Of course I had been on a couple of 'dates' - social
events with other boys and girls which sometimes dwindled into couples who
necked a little, so I knew what was involved. I kissed Alex on the liips,
then let my tongue tentatively poke in between his teeth. He caught on fast
(or he'd done it before) and pretty soon we were both writhing and kissing
on the couch buck naked. My hands were playing the xylophone on his
backbone, and he was trying to squeeze a hand in between our bodies to grab
my cock.

We broke apart for air. "Whew!" Alex breathed. "You're pretty good at
this!" He looked into my eyes, expecting me to say something. I was still a
bit overwhelmed at having an eleven-year-old come on to me - and a boy at
that! But Alex couldn't wait any longer. "It's your turn to dare me" he
whispered. "Whatever it is, I'll do it"

Now, I know I can be pretty dumb sometimes, and I haven't had much
experience with girls, and practically none with boys before meeting Alex,
but I was almost certain I knew what he was driving at. I brought my hands
up to his shoulders and gave the slightest downwards push on them. Then I
whispered "I dare you to...suck my dick!" I was half afraid he wouldn't do
it - up until now all of our dares have been more flirtatious than
sexual. Even the lying on top of each other naked could be excused as
juvenile hi-jinks. But a blow job would definitely be new and uncharted
territory for our friendship. I didn't even have time to weigh up any more
arguments for and against, as Alex wormed his way down my chest and found
my dick hard and ready.

I groaned at the first touch of his tongue, the same tongue that had just
been inside my mouth. I could immediately understand why guys my age all
raved about getting head from their girlfriends - the act itself was so
much more thrilling than the simple words "cock sucking" can convey. I was
grunting quite a bit at this stage, getting carried away by the multitude
of sensations stemming from my penis, when a voice at the basement doorway
made Alex stop licking.

"I think you'd better head for home now, Fay". It was Alex's mom, home
unexpectedly. We were so engrossed (and I was making so much noise) that we
didn't hear her open the basement door - or the front door either, for that
matter. Alex jumped up and grabbed for his clothes, and I did likewise. She
wasn't hysterical or anything, she just had this disappointed look on her
face.

"Up to your room right this minute, Alexander. I'll be along shortly, when
I've calmed down, young man." I was out the door and down the street in
seconds - I didn't even waste time saying anything to Alex. We were so
busted! I was sure his mom would tell my mom, and then it would be time to
join the Foreign Legion, never mind college! I wonder do the French still
have that? Maybe I'll have to join the Marines instead.

I got home and lay on my bed, fully clothed, letting my breathing get back
to normal, and waiting for the axe to fall. But nothing happened. My mom
didn't phone, or rush home from work, or anything. She came home at her
usual time and prepared dinner, like nothing had happened! Afterwards, a
little after seven, the phone did ring. Just in case it was Alex's mom, I
let my mom answer it.

She took it in the hall. "Fay?" she called out to me, "It's Alex. Don't be
too long talking" she said, and left the phone off the hook and went back
into the living room.

I cautiously picked up the handset like it was a live snake. "Hello? Alex?"
I whispered.

"Fay! Sorry about today. I never dreamed she'd come back early. Hope your
balls aren't too blue, heh heh."

I coldn't believe how cool Alex was being about it! "What happened?" I
whispered urgently. "What did your mom say?"

Alex sighed softly. "Well, I'm basically grounded for 2 weeks, can't leave
the house. No allowance for a month...let's see, what else...oh, that's it,
no cable TV for the rest of the summer. Did she tell your mom?"

"I don't think so - nothing unusual has happened here so far. If she did
tell my mom, the roof would have fallen in by now, but she's acting
normal."

"I didn't think she would. She pretty much decided it was all my fault,
like last time" Alex answered.

Like last time! So he's done this before! And been busted before! What the
hell do I say now? "...Uh..."

"Cheer up, Fay!" Alex piped in brightly. "I still haven't completed your
dare. And since it's my turn for a dare, listen carefully. Mom said I
wasn't allowed to let any friends in the door while I'm grounded, but she
never said anything about my bedroom window. I dare you to come over here
tonight so we can take care of unfinished business. Give it about another
hour or so, that'll make it nine o'clock. Mom turns in early when she has
to work the next day, so she'll be asleep. You're finished high school, so
your mom won't mind if you take an evening stroll, I bet. And after we
finish your dare that was interrupted by mom this afternoon, we can try one
more thing"

My brain nearly exploded when he said 'one more thing' - there was only one
thing that thing could be! I could hardly believe Alex suggested that! And
even though I expected my first time would be with a girl, I wasn't going
to pass this up!

I peeked around the corner to see whether mom was still watching TV, but
she had gone upstairs to her room. "Be naked when I get there" I whispered
before hanging up. How was I going to wait a whole hour?


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