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Subject: Story: Truth or Dare  (Man/Man) Cons. gay adults
Date: 6 Jan 1995 19:16:19 -0500
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"Truth-or-Dare"  by Chris

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. The 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 dispite 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 a condom and 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. 

The End.