Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2004 05:53:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: I dare you  - Chapter 10

Usual disclaimers about copyright, safe sex and legal ages, etc

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Bob and Dave changed planes and on the next plane they had a guy setting
next to them, against the window.  Shortly after take off the man next to
Dave fell asleep.  Dave had become fascinated with men's crotches.  During
the flight, he kept checking out the guy's crotch.  In a bit, Dave looked
over and could swear that the guy's bulge was getting bigger.  Then the
next time he looked he was sure it was getting bigger.  The guy was having
some sort of dream that was getting him hard!  Dave couldn't believe his
luck.  As he watched he could see the clear outline of the guys hard cock
as it spread across the front of his pants to the left.  Dave nudged Bob
and pointed to the man's crotch that was clearly visible in the light from
Dave's reading light.  The guy looked to be in his early 20's, possibly a
student.  He had the rugged look of a rugby player, tousled dark hair,
heavy 5 o'clock shadow, wearing chinos and a long sleeved t-shirt.

Bob smiled.  Dave reached up and turned off the reading light and whispered
to Bob, "I dare you to take out your cock."  Bob looked up and down the
aisles and at the people asleep in the seats across the way.  Then he
reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.  It was
swelling a bit as he released it.

Dave reached over and grabbed his cock and squeezed it.  He then reached
inside Bob's fly and pulled out Bob's balls.  These he gave a good squeeze.
"I dare you to get it hard," he whispered in Bob's ear.  Bob reached down
and played with his cock.  It wasn't going to take much, being exposed like
this and all.

"Okay," he whispered back to Dave.

Dave reached over and felt his shaft, gently stroking it with just his
fingertips.  Bob moaned a bit and Dave reached up and switched on the
overhead light for just a moment, causing Bob to panic.  Dave switched off
the light and chuckled.  "Leave it out," he instructed Bob.

While Bob's heart was returning to its normal pace, Dave got an idea.  He
raised the armrest between him and the sleeping man.  Then he gently placed
his hand on the man's thigh.  Then ever so slowly, he inched his hand
across until he was resting on the man's hard bulge.  It was pulsing under
his hand.  He could feel the size of it and could tell that it was thick
and long.  He gave it a gently squeeze and the man moved a bit.  Dave
jerked his hand back; afraid he had awakened the man.  But the man just
moved a bit in his sleep and moved his hand near the head of his cock.  As
Dave watched the man began to move his fingers slowly over the head of his
cock.  The moonlight coming in through the window was giving Dave a good
view, now that his eyes had adjusted to the light.

The man started mumbling softly in his sleep.  Every so often, his hips
would flex a bit thrusting his cock up just a bit.  It was as if he was
having a dream of having sex.  Dave reached over and gripped Bob's cock as
he continued to watch the man.  He began very slowly stroking Bob's cock.
Dave kept his eyes glued to the guy's crotch.  He thought he saw something
and then realized what it was.  There was a wet spot growing on the man's
crotch!  The guy's cock was leaking precum!  Dave squeezed Bob's cock and
stroked some more, wanting Bob to start leaking as well.  It worked in
moments he could feel the moisture on the head of his cock.  He brought his
wet fingers up to his mouth and tasted it.  Yum!  Great stuff.  Back to
Bob's cock, he kept up a very slow sensual pace.  With his other hand, he
had to touch the guy's cock again.  He inched his hand down again, until
his hand was resting on the guy's cock once again.  He didn't think he
could get near the wet spot, cause the guy's fingers were there.  But he
contented himself with a gently squeeze of his cock.

His own cock had swollen and was throbbing in his pants as he held these
two dicks in his hands.  He finally stopped, slid down the window curtain,
unzipped his own pants and pulled out his cock.  He reached down and got
the blanket that was on the floor at his feet and put it over his and Bob's
laps.  He then reached in his pocket and brought out some napkins he had
picked up on his last trip to the back of the plane.  He had hoped he could
get Bob to jack off, and had picked up the napkins.  But he had not
expected this.

"I dare you to jack me and you off and see which one of us you can make
come first!" Dave whispered to Bob.  Bob reached under the blanket and took
hold of Dave's cock.  He gave it a good squeeze and then gripped it for
stroking.  He took hold of his own cock and started stroking them as Dave
continued his exploration of the guy next to him.

Dave was gently squeezing the guy's cock.  The guy continued to move his
fingers across the end of his cock and mumble in his sleep.  He flexed his
hips again and thrust his pelvis up a bit, which pushed it into Dave's
hand.  Dave was mesmerized by the man's cock and it didn't hurt that Bob
was working away on his cock.  Bob was working away on their cocks, turned
on by doing this on a plane and what Dave was doing.

Dave pushed himself down in the seat a bit more and open his legs, letting
Bob have better access to his cock.  He had reached down and undone his
pants letting his cock and balls have more freedom as Bob worked on them.
He knew he was close and that the way Bob was working on his cock, Bob must
be getting close as well.

He had been holding and watching the guy's cock for at least 20 minutes and
the wet spot had grown on the guy's pants and it seemed his cock was
swelling even more.  The guy's finger's continued to rub across the head of
the cock.  It seemed that he might have increased his speed a bit, it still
wasn't as fast as what Bob was doing to his cock, but he wondered if the
guy was going to cum in his pants.

Then the guy stiffened in his seat and moaned and Dave felt his cock spasm
in his hand.  He was shooting!  That sent Dave over the edge and he knew he
was going to shoot, he stuck his hand with the napkins to the top of his
cock and began to shoot as Bob pumped and squeezed his cock sensing his
release.

Bob began to shoot as well, but had no free hand to bring up his napkins,
so he proceeded to cum on the blanket, shot after shot.

Dave watched as the spot on the man's pants grew in size and it seemed as
if he could see some cum coming through the material.  He put his fingers
up a bit farther to the wet spot, rubbed a bit and then brought the finger
to his mouth.  Yum!  Fresh cum from a stranger on the plane!

Bob removed his hand from Dave's cock and began to clean himself up, trying
not to get some on his pants.  Dave had finished cleaning himself up and
was putting away his cock and balls, fastening and zipping up his pants.
When he was done, Dave decided to try something else.

He turned in his seat, lay back and pretended be asleep with his hand on
the stranger's lap, in case the guy woke up.  He enjoyed feeling the man's
cock as it lost some of its stiffness.  He lay like this for another 30
minutes, then checked his watch and realized that they would be landing
soon.  So he sat up and told Bob he had to go to the bathroom.  Bob got up
so he could get by.  Dave head back to the small toilet there.

He went inside, closed the door and opened his pants and pulled out his
cock.  He stood pissing in the sink and looking in the mirror.  He smiled
to himself as he saw the shaved crotch while he began filling the basin.
At that point the door opened.  He had not locked it!  He looked right and
saw a man standing there.  The man did an up and down look at Dave, mumbled
an apology and closed the door.  Dave laughed to himself and locked the
door.  He was sure the man had seen him pissing into the sink.  He smiled
to himself again as he shook the last drops off the end of his cock.  He
put away his cock and closed his pants.  He pushed the release on the sink,
letting the piss flow out the drain.  Then he ran some water and let it
drain, then wiped out the sink with a paper towel.  He flushed the toilet,
just for affect, smiled and opened the door.  The man that had opened the
door was still standing there.  He gave Dave another up and down look,
appraising him as Dave left the tiny room, then entered the room himself.
Dave heard the lock slid into place.  He smiled again.

Back at his seat, he turned on the reading lamp and got a good look at the
large wet spot on the man's pants.  He had to chuckle again!  What a trip.
When the flight attendant announced the initial descent into their
destination, the man next to Dave woke up.  He put his arms over his head
and stretched and yawned.  He reached down to pull on his pants legs and
must have noticed the spot on his pants.  He told Dave he needed to use the
bathroom, but that Dave didn't need to get up, he could get by.  So he
stood and turned and facing Dave stepped across Dave's legs to the area
between Bob and Dave's feet.  Dave was staring directly into the wet spot.
Then the man stepped over again and moved over Bob and was gone.

Dave wondered what the man was going to do.  When he came back, his shirt
was untucked and it covered some of the front of his pants, but it seemed
the man had splashed water or something because the spot seemed to be
bigger.  He mumbled something about the crazy sinks in the bathroom
spraying his pants when he turned it on as he climbed over Bob and Dave
back to his seat.

After landing, Dave and Bob deplaned, in front of the guy and Dave thought
again about having this stranger's cock in his hand.  It was such an
awesome feeling!  And beating off in the plane.  What had become of him?
This was nothing like the guy who had ridden this plane less than a week
ago!

Dave and Bob claimed their luggage and headed out to their cars.  Their
cars were parked next to each other and after putting the luggage in the
trunks, Bob said, "Okay, you know that saying about what happens in Las
Vegas, stays in Las Vegas?  Well, what happens at the convention stays at
the convention.  Please don't tell anyone else about what happened there.
It was such an awesome time.  I can't wait to get together and do more with
you, but keep it between us, please!"

Dave gripped Bob's shoulder and squeezed it.  "You bet," he said earnestly.
"Now I dare you to take out your cock and piss on the tire of your car."
Bob looked around the lot, and then unzipped his pants and right there in
the parking lot began to piss on his front tire.  "Yeah, we are going to
have fun, friend!"  He squeezed Bob's should again, then reached down and
put his hand in his friend's stream.  He brought the hand up and licked it,
then offered it to Bob, who licked it as well.  He then wiped his hand
through Bob's hair, patted him on the butt and said, "Be good and have fun!
See you on Monday."

Dave got in his car, reviewing the week in his mind.  So much had happened
and so much had changed; now he was home again.  What was it going to be
like here?  As he pulled out of the lot, he used his knees to steady the
wheel, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.  He pushed his pants and
boxers down a bit and pulled up his shirt.  Then he took the wheel in his
right hand and took his cock with the left and drove home, hard and cock
out for anyone to see!

He drove home exhilarated by the thrill of this.  Here he was in his home
town driving around place he knew, with his cock out and stiff as a board!
It was such a rush.  He enjoyed when he came to a stop sign and someone
might pull up next to him and be able to see his cock if they looked.  He
was definitely leaking as he drove around this way. He got into the
driveway of his townhouse, looked around and got our of his car.  There was
no one insight and he enjoyed standing there with his cock out and his
pants down.  He stroked his cock a couple of times as he stood there, then
pulled up his boxers and pants.  He left his cock sticking out of his
boxers and is pants as he buttoned his pants.  His cock seemed to swell
more as he walked back to the trunk and took out his suitcase.  He then
walked up to the front door and opened it.  Flipped on a light and looked
around, good to be home.  He rolled his suitcase in and then stood in the
door, cock still sticking out of his pants.  He looked around the
neighborhood again, then pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, undid
his pants and pushed his pants and boxers down and stepped out of them.  He
was standing in just his socks in the front door of his home.  Naked!
Anyone that happened by could see him.  He stroked his cock a couple more
times before closing the door.

He kicked his clothes aside and went and set up his computer.  He logged on
and went to the dare site.  He was disappointed that Bruce had not
responded to his dare, but he had left a note saying he was letting it
brew.  He had posted some great pics of pissing in his jock strap, wearing
his butt plug, etc.  He had also listed what tortures he was putting
himself through while waiting for his new dare.  Wearing the same old piss
drenched jock until it was very rank and his visitor was beginning to
notice.  Dave suggested he go to a gym and change and put on his rank jock,
in a public place with other guys around and see what reaction he got.  He
had to admit Bruce was doing great.

There was a note from the guy he had cybered with the other day.  He wanted
to get together again.  He had sent pics of himself naked and hard.  Dave
couldn't believe it; this was great!  The guy talked about his fantasies
and desires and what he wanted to do.  He couldn't go out and get a dildo,
afraid that his wife would wonder about it.  Dave got on and sent him a
list of things to get together.  The guy, screen name bob_30, said he was
going to have a day alone tomorrow, so maybe they could get together on
line again.  Dave told him to get some lube, a tapered candle, binder clips
and some thin rope, that could be used to tie up his balls.

Dave found a couple of pics of guys with their balls tied, nipples clamped
and being bound and sent them to Bob to inspire him.  He gave him a time
and told Bob he would talk to him then.  It made Dave hot to realize some
guy was doing what he asked and completing dares and sending him pictures.
He looked at the shots of the guy's hard rod and his own cock pulsed.  The
guy was in his thirties and pretty fit.  None of the shots showed his face,
but they showed a great body and a hard, cut cock.  Not too much hair on
his chest and a nice thick bush of black hair around his crotch.  Dave
thought, maybe I can get him to shave his chest and/or trim his pubes?
Hmmmm, possibilities.  He also wanted to get the guy introduced to piss.
Bob had said he was not averse to trying it, if he was dared.

He checked out other sites and downloaded some pics and stories to share
with Bob.  He went back to the site that Chuck had set up and looked at all
the pictures of himself and Bob and relived the sensations all over again.
He was definitely getting hot; his cock was dripping away.

He got up and went out on the small porch at the back of his house.  He
didn't turn on the light, but the light from the windows silhouetted him,
as he stood there naked, stroking his cock.  He had removed his socks, so
he was really completely naked.  He stopped stroking and concentrated on
relaxing and finally got a flow going.  He pissed over the railing of the
porch and then pointed his cock up, so some hit him in the face.  He opened
his mouth and let some flow into his mouth.  He swallowed and savored the
taste of his own piss.  He then used his other hand to let the piss splash
off of his hand and down onto his crotch.  He continued to piss, covering
his cock and balls with piss.

He was ready, as the flow began to decrease; he grabbed his cock and
started stroking.  He enjoyed the sounds his fist made as it pumped his
piss-drenched cock.  He used his other hand to rub his chest and then tweak
his nipples. Wow, he thought, I am standing on my back porch, naked,
shaved, and covered in my own piss, jacking off.  Who would have ever
thought!  In his mind's eye, he saw Bob, naked and hard, sharing himself
with Dave.  It was a real turn on.  He pumped faster and squeezed more.  He
loved being in control, but he also enjoying being on display.  Now he was
on display, not that anyone was out there looking, but if they were
standing outside, they could surely see him.  His muscles began to tense,
his toes curl and his eyes rolled up and he was shooting.  Shooting 4 or
5-inch ropes of cum.  After the first blast he put his hand down the catch
the blasts as they shot out of his cock.  He shot 4 ropes and then cum just
oozed out of his cock as he continued to stroke it.  When he began to come
down from the high, his muscles relaxed a bit and he looked down at his
cock and wiped up the remaining cum from the end of it.

He brought his hand to his mouth and stuck his tongue out tasting his own
cum.  Before shooting he was always so eager to drink down his cum, but
after it wasn't so.  But as many times as Chuck had made him taste his own
cum and that of others, he had to do it again.  The salty sweet taste
mingled with the piss on his hand was good.  He enjoyed the bleachy sharp
smell of it.  The remainder in both hands he rubbed on his face and chest,
so he could continue smelling it.

He then turned, went back inside the house and closed the door.  He took
his suitcase upstairs and put away the clothes.  He turned back the covers
of his bed and climbed in.  He didn't want to shower just yet; he wanted to
sleep covered in his piss and cum.

And sleep he did.  He dreamed of guys and sex and smiled in his sleep.

He slept late the next morning.  When he finally woke, he stretched, got up
and headed to the bathroom; he had his morning piss hard on.  But when he
looked at himself in the mirror, he saw his hard cock, shaved crotch and
decided he needed to do something different.  He went downstairs, checked
the window by his porch, looked around and then opened the door.  He
stepped out onto his porch into the full glare of the morning sun.  His
cock twitched as he stood there.  It took a moment, but he was able to get
the flow going through his hard cock and started pissing off the porch.  He
had his hands on his hips as he pissed over the railing.  He was just
finishing, when he noticed movement in the window of a house at an angle to
his.

He thought, "Oh, shit."  But didn't panic.  His heart did race as he shook
his cock and then turned and walked back into the house.  After closing the
door, he tried to think who lived in that house.  It made his cock stir to
wonder who had seen him.  He thought it was a family and that they had a
son in high school, but he wasn't sure.

He went into the kitchen, put on the coffee and poured a glass of orange
juice.  While the coffee was brewing, he went to get the newspaper.  As he
opened the front door, he realized that he wasn't wearing his usual boxers
and was naked.  He smiled, bent and picked up the newspaper.  When he stood
up, he looked at the headlines and then looked up.  There was a guy, a kid
really, walking up his walkway.

"Mr. Harris?" the kid said.  Dave moved the newspaper to cover his crotch,
just down, but not against his crotch.  Just to cut off the line of vision.

"Yes?"  Dave responded - wondering about this kid.  He looked to be 18.  He
was about 5' 8", with sandy blonde hair, wearing cut off jeans, t-shirt and
sneakers.

"I am, ahh, earning money for school, and I, ahh, was wondering, if you,
ahh, needed any yard work done around your place."  He looked at Dave and
then down at his feet, as he scuffed the toe of one of his shoes on the
concrete.

Dave thought for a moment.  Not only did he have some work to do, but also
he would love to see more of this kid.  "Well, I might have some work for
you to do.  But what kind of work do you do?  What are you good at?"  He
really couldn't believe he was having this conversation, standing here
naked on his front porch talking to this kid.

"Well, I can mow lawns, trim hedges," he kind of blushed at that and Dave
wondered if the kid had seen his shaved crotch, "rack yards, really pretty
much anything you ask?"

"Really?" Dave thought.  "And you are what a senior in high school, 17 or
18?"

"Yes, Sir.  18, Sir."  The kid seemed be less nervous as Dave continued to
talk to him.  He also liked the sir, the kid was using.

"And what is your name?"

"Joe, Sir.  Joe Williams, Sir.  I live right around the corner with my
family, Sir"

"Okay, Joe.  I think I can find some work for you.  Why don't you come back
in a few minutes, give me a chance to put some clothes on, and we can
talk."

"Okay, Sir.  But it doesn't bother me, seeing you without clothes.  My dad
and my brother are always walking around that way and shucks I see plenty
of guys that way in the locker rooms."

Bold little son of a bitch, Dave thought.  "Okay, come on in then."  Dave
turned and went into the house and Joe followed.  Dave put the paper on the
sideboard and then turned to the kid.  The kid tired not to look down at
Dave's crotch, but he did and Dave smiled inwardly.  "Look if I am going to
show you what needs to be done outside, I need to get a pair of shorts on.
I am going to go upstairs and grab some.  Why don't you tell me about
yourself and what you are studying while I do that."  Dave turned and
headed up the stairs.

Joe watched his muscular ass go up the stairs and decided to follow as he
told about himself.  "Well, I want to major in communications when I go to
college.  I like working with people.  I like sports as well; I play rugby,
and anything where I get to run."

Dave had gone into his bedroom and Joe had followed.  He stood in the
doorway, talking as Dave walked around the room, looking for clothes.  Of
course, Dave knew exactly where his shorts were, but was enjoying being on
display for Joe.  He finally found a pair of shorts and turned and faced
towards Joe as he put them on.  He thought he noticed a swelling in Joe's
crotch.

He slipped on a pair of shoes and said, "Okay, let's see what we can find
for you to do."  As Joe turned, Dave put his hand on his shoulder to guide
him out the door and down the stairs.  He continued with his hand on his
shoulder, feeling the muscles beneath the t-shirt, leading him to the back
door.

Dave pointed out various things he need done.  Raking leaves, moving some
bricks, trimming, etc.  He showed Joe where he stored the tools and told
him, if he needed anything or wanted something to drink to just come in and
help himself.  Dave told him that he was going to be working on his
computer in the study and pointed out the window of the study.  Joe said,
"Yes, Sir," and started getting tools out.

Dave went back in, poured himself some coffee, sat down with it and then
newspaper and thought about what was going on.  He couldn't read very much
of the newspaper as he thought about everything.  He finally picked up his
coffee mug and empty orange juice glass.  He refilled his coffee and headed
over to the study and the computer.

Dave made sure to position his chair, himself and his shorts, so that
anyone standing at the study window would be able to see his cock up the
leg of his shorts.  He went back at looked at the pictures that Bruce and
Bob had submitted.  It was such a trip, that these guys were submitting to
the dares he was providing and then submitting pics to prove they had done
the dares.  He checked out some of the other dares.  Scratched and adjusted
his cock, on purpose and checked emails and answered some.  Without turning
his head, he could see Joe at the window peaking in, checking him out.

Finally, he got an idea.  He went upstairs and put on a pair of dockers, a
polo shirt and shoes.  He grabbed something out of the suitcase and went
downstairs.  He went to the living room and rearranged the furniture a bit
and got things set up.  He went to the back door, "Joe, I think it's time
for a break."

Joe came up to the door and gave Dave a quizzical look, as he saw the way
he was dressed.  He followed Dave in, Dave handed him a glass of water and
then led him to the living room.  "Joe, how long have you been interested
in men?" Dave asked as he sat in a chair looking up at Joe.

Joe blushed, his mouth dropping open for a moment, and then he looked at
the floor, "What do you mean, Sir?"

"Joe, you couldn't keep your eyes off my crotch when you came to over this
morning and you have peaked in the study window several times this morning.
I think you were also looking his morning, out your window."  Joe opened
his mouth to protest, but Dave said, "And I think you were looking last
night, as well."  Joe blushed again.  Bingo!  Dave knew he had him.

"Joe, I think it is about time, I learned more about you.  I think you owe
it to me and to yourself.  After all, you have seen me in some very
intimate states, so I should be able to get to know you better."

Joe was confused, how was talking about himself, going to make up for
having seen Mr. Harris naked, but he was willing to make the effort.
"Okay, Sir.  Whatever you need to know, Sir."

"Good, that's the right attitude.  So why don't we get started.  You can go
ahead and get out of those clothes and we can start."  Joe looked up
sharply into Dave's face.  He couldn't believe he had heard him correctly.

"Come on, it is only fair.  You have seen me naked, so I think you should
let me see you.  Come on, I dare you to."

That seemed to get to him.  Joe looked at Dave again and then pulled off
his t-shirt and kicked off his sneakers.  He hesitated at his cutoffs, but
finally unbuttoned them and let them drop to the floor.  He stood in his
Hawaiian print boxers, with the head of his cock, poking out of the fly as
he moved.  He looked over to Dave to see if he would relent, but when Dave
didn't say a word, he put his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them to
the floor and stepped out of them.  As he stood back up, he didn't know
what to do with his hands that wanted to cover his crotch.  He blushed
again as he looked at Dave, then started to sit down, when Dave said, "No,
stay standing.  Turn around slowly for me.  Arms at your side."

Joe stood up and dropped his arms to his side and turned around slowly.
Dave admired the guy's muscular ass covered in fine hairs; the hint of the
furry crack and the collection of hair at the crevice between his legs;
strong muscular runners legs; well muscled back with broad shoulders, just
a patch of hair beginning between his pecs; a thin trail of hair from his
navel down to a blonde wiry bush around a cut cock that was beginning to
swell; low hung nuts, covered in hair; looking up again, the muscular arms;
blue eyes and an intense look as he blushed again.  "Okay, you can sit down
now.  I am going to ask you some questions now and I expect, no, I demand
candid, intimate answers.  I expect that you are going to tell me things
you have never told another person."  Joe sat, looked at Dave and
swallowed; his cock swelling more.

"Tell me about the first time you masturbated.  How old were you and what
you did."

Joe looked up at him again, swallowed, looked down and started talking, "I
was 12 years old and a friend of mine and I were in a rubber raft out on a
lake.  He pulled out his cock, to sun it he said.  I did the same.  Then he
asked me if I had ever jerked off.  I told him I didn't know what he meant.
He showed me and I followed what he was doing.  Soon I was shooting for the
first time."

"Good, now I want to you give more details as you answer the following
questions.  What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to
you?"

Joe thought and blushed, "I was 14, laying on my bed naked, jacking off and
my brother walked in.  He laughed and stood there looking at me as I tried
to crawl into the wall and hide.  He stayed for a bit as I tried to cover
myself.  He finally left and closed the door.  He kidded me for a couple of
weeks saying things like 'get a grip' or 'hang in there' or 'my main
squeeze' in front of friends and family.  I would always blush.  But I
don't think he every told on me.  He went off to college about a month
later.  He has been back a couple of times, but never mentioned it again.
But I was so embarrassed."

Joe's cock had gotten hard and was now about 7 inches long.  "Good, better
on the details.  What kind of underwear do you normally wear, just the
boxers of what?"

Joe relaxed a bit, "Boxers mostly, but I have a couple of pairs of boxer
briefs, white briefs and of course jockstraps for sports."

"Okay, after that first jack off session, tell me the first time you ever
did anything with another man."

"I have a friend in high school.  He and I have jerked off together a
couple of times."  He hesitated.

"Go on"

"I have jerked him off while he jerked me off.  We were at his house his
folks weren't home.  We were sitting on the sofa in the living room with
our pants down around our ankles, our typical position for our jack off
session.  We would talk about sex, and girls and get hot and jack off.
This time he suggested that I jack him off so he could feel what it was
like to have someone else's hand on his cock.  I reached over and took hold
of his prick.  It felt so hot and hard and different from mine.  I started
stroking it; he leaned back and enjoyed it.  I pumped on it for a bit and
he finally shot a blast all over his chest.  I asked him to do me and he
did.  It was awesome.  I shot a huge load."

His cock was sticking up straight now as he talked.  It was at least 7 1/2
inches and thick.  "How do you cum?  Ropes, spurts or just ooze."

He seemed to be a bit more comfortable telling these things and didn't
hesitate to talk.  He continued to blush off and on.  "I shoot blast or
spurts as you call it."

"How often have you cum in a day?"

He really blushed at this one.  "I have come 5 times in one day," he said
somewhat proudly.

"How often do you masturbate?"

"At least once a day."

"When do masturbate most often? (shower, before bed, when bored at school,
on the weekend)"

He grew a bit redder.  "I jack off whenever I am horny and it seems like
that is all the time.  I jack off in the morning sometimes, when I am in
the shower.  I will go to the bathrooms at school and jack off.  In bed, at
night, before I go to sleep and on the weekends when the neighbor is
standing on his porch naked and pissing."  He actually smiled when he said
that.

"But where do you do this most frequently?"

He thought for a moment and then said, "I guess I would have to say, at
night in bed."

"What is your favorite kind of porn?"

He looked down, "Gay."

"I figured that, but what kind of gay porn?  Sucking, fucking, bondage,
hunks, hairy guys, guys in underwear, guys in jocks, guys outside, be
specific."

His cock twitched as he pondered this, and he seemed to get redder, if it
was possible.  "I like to see guys in boxers or sticking out of their
boxers.  I like to see guys outside naked.  I like to see guys naked in
front of guys who aren't."  He looked up at this after all it was the
situation he was in right now.  I saw a glint of liquid at the head of his
cock.  "I like seeing college guys, frat guys, guys that are being
humiliated."  He almost whispered the last part.

"Have you ever tasted your own cum?  And if so did you like it?"

"I tasted it once.  I was in my bed and brought my legs up over my head
trying to lick the end of my cock and I shot into my mouth.  It was okay, I
guess."

Dave pictured the scene and was interested.  "Have you ever tasted someone
else's cum? And if so did you like it?"

Precum rolled down the length of Joe's cock as he looked up at that
question.  "Yes.  It was okay."

"Tell me about sucking a guy's cock.  Who, what, when, where and why."

"It was my same friend that I jack off with.  It was a time we were at my
house and my folks were gone.  We were in my room, surfing porn on the
computer.  We were looking at straight porn.  I didn't look at gay porn
with him.  We saw pictures of girls going down on guys and started talking
about how that would feel.  Jake, that's his name, told me to suck his cock
so he could feel what it was like.  I don't know why, but I knelt between
his legs and stuck his cock in my mouth.  He told me to keep my teeth out
of the way and then told me to suck.  I started sucking on his cock and he
started sticking it farther into my mouth.  He grabbed my head and pushed
it down on his cock and did that a couple of times and then shot into my
mouth.  He told me he was sorry that he shot in my mouth, but that it felt
incredible.  I asked him to do me, but he said maybe the next time.  He
told me to jack off.  So I did.  I was so turned on by having his cock in
my mouth."

"Did he every reciprocate? And did you ever suck his cock again?"

"A week or so later, I mentioned it and he said okay, but told me not to
cum in his mouth that would be way to gay for him.  He started sucking my
cock and I thought I would shoot that moment.  I grabbed his head, but he
pulled off and I shot all over the place, but none on him.  Yeah, he got me
to suck his cock several more times.  It was always because I lost a bet or
something.  We were always betting, 'if you lose, then you have to suck me'
and I always seemed to lose."

"Have you ever played around with piss?"

"I have pissed in my underwear a couple of times, just to feel what it was
like.  I have pissed outside at night, many times in the backyard.
Sometimes I have put my hand in the steam."

"Have you ever tasted your own piss? And if so, did you like it?"

"Yeah, I had tasted my cum, so I wanted to see if piss tasted any
different.  It wasn't as sweet and was more salty."  More precum was
running down his rigid cock.

"Have you ever tasted someone else's piss? And if so, did you like it?"
Dave was really getting into this role, asking these personal questions.
His own cock was getting hard again in his dockers.

Joe looked down at his cock, and wiped up some of the precum, then said,
"Yeah.  Jake had built a fort of blankets and saw horses in his backyard.
He was inside getting it ready, which I thought probably meant he was
stripping.  Sure enough when he told me I could come in, I got down on my
hands and knees to crawl in, I opened the flap and there he sat, naked and
hard.  I moved forward to lick his cock and as I opened my mouth he began
to piss.  It was a powerful stream.  It hit me in the mouth, face and then
covered my shirt.  He apologized and helped me wash out my t-shirt later.
His piss tasted great and I wished I could have tasted more, but he didn't
do that anymore."  He looked down at his feet as he said this.

"What, if anything, have you had up your ass? And did you like it?"  Dave
was speaking in a soft hypnotic voice now.

"I have put my fingers up my ass.  It hurt at first, but then began to feel
better.  I hit some spot in there that really made my cock jump.  So I have
done it a couple of times when I am jacking off."  He reached down to touch
his cock.

"Don't touch it.  Have you ever had your pubic hair shaved?"

Joe looked up and said, "No, Sir."

"Have you ever used a cock ring?"

"No, Sir."

"Have you ever had your nipples tortured (clips, clothes pins, etc.) If so
describe in detail."

"I once put clothes pins on my nipples and it hurt like hell, but then it
just made my cock harder, so I jacked off and shot.  Then it hurt worse
when I took them off."

"Have you ever been tied up? If so describe in detail."

"My friend, Jake, tied me up naked to a tree once.  He twisted my nipples
and whacked my hard cock several times.  Then he untied on hand and made me
jack off there in front of him."

"Have you ever been seen naked in public? If so describe in detail."

"One time, Jake and I were at the mall in the parking lot and he dared me
to take out my cock.  I did.  Then he dared me to drop my pants, underwear
and pull up my shirt. I did."

"Have you ever jacked off in a public place?  If so describe in detail."

"Yeah, that time in the parking lot.  After I stripped, he dared me to jack
off.  I was so embarrassed and turned on, it didn't take me long to shoot.
It was the only time I ever did something like that."

"What is the thing you are most afraid of someone doing or finding out
about you?"

"That I get off on guys."

"What is your most secret fantasy?"

"That I would be made to be naked in front of a group of people and made to
perform all sorts of humiliating things."

"What do you wish that you could do to someone?"

"I wish that I could have a guy available to me to do with whatever I
wanted.  Let me explore him and find out all about him and do whatever I
wanted to him."  He looked down at his feet as he said this.

"What do you wish that someone would do to you?"

"Use me and humiliate me.  Make me do whatever they want me to do."

"Is there anything else I should know about you before I come up with your
first dare?"

"No, I don't think so.  I have already told you more things than I have
ever told anyone."  He cock was oozing precum as he sat there.

"Good.  So here is your first dare..."

(To be continued...)


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