1 comments/ 113601 views/ 9 favorites Truth or Dare Ch. 01 By: davedadog Life is very often unexpected, and it's up to you whether to think of that as a pleasure or a pain. I have mostly endeavored to try and enjoy the unexpected when I can. That's not to say I always do, or that things always work out for me. Sometime they do, sometimes they don't. All in all, though, I find you get more out of life if you call something an unexpected pleasure and leave it at that. It was raining like hell that night and I wasn't particularly up for going out, but most of the usual suspects were, and I really didn't have an excuse not to, so with our mostly inadequate raingear we headed into the chilly city rain to find a warm dry place with a good beer. There were 7 of us, all lonely pirates out to make a mark on the evening to prove we still cared or mattered or whatever. But when the bars are quiet, it's hard to muster up the energy for anything too boisterous, at least for me. That didn't stop me from drinking almost my fill. Finally there came that point in the evening when some want to stay and some want to go. Monica and Chloe, friends of mine from a few doors down, broke from the pack first. Being a chivalrous guy, I told them I could walk them home. The remainder cajoled us to stay, but we had already decided to go, so we left them at a pool table, sure that they couldn't do that much damage without us around. The walk back to campus was everything you could expect from a cold rainy night. We ducked and darted from one awning to another mostly in vain, if keeping dry was our goal. Instead it opened our veins and let the blood flow to previously closed parts of our brains, at least that became my theory later. We laughed and splashed and thought nothing of it. As we lurched our way past a still open convenience store, Monica came to a sudden stop and ordered us to do the same. "I'm such a sweet person that I am going to buy Lucy a bottle of cheap wine to share with her boyfriend!" she declared with a flourish. I looked confused by this and Chloe set me straight. "Lucy is going to see her boyfriend at Umass tomorrow." She told me. "Oh, I see." I replied in a sedated, slightly drunken tone. We all went in and selected a suitably cheap vintage for such an occasion and resumed the trip home. By the time we reached the door to the dorm, we were all thoroughly wet. "Sometimes Eric, you amaze me with your usefulness" Chloe said as I got out my key. "How's that?" "I didn't bring my key, and I know that my favorite bimbo Monica here, never does. So if you had not come back with us, we would be bitching in the rain! You are just so damn useful tonight!" Chloe grinned. "I do try!" I nodded back, holding the door open for them. "'Bitchin in the Rain', isn't that a song?" Monica asked. "If it's not is should be, and you and I will play it in our band and Eric here will be our groupie." "Yeah! Cool! I always wanted to be a rock star!" screamed Monica as she played air guitar. "What's a job like being a groupie pay?" I asked as we stumbled up the stairs. "About 2 dollars an hour, plus dental.", Chloe responded without missing a beat. "Shit that's not even minimum wage!" I protested. "Well you also get to sleep in the back of the truck and eat our leftovers so your overhead is real low." she shot back. "Ok, if you put it like that it sounds more reasonable." "Damn right it is!" Monica scolded me, "We could give that job to anyone you know! You should be grateful." "Oh yes ma'am, yes ma'am, I jus do whatevas you tells me to dew." I cowed. "Now all we have to do is learn how to play instruments," said Chloe. "Oh that won't be hard," chided Monica. We had stopped at my door and I had my key out. "This is where I get off, I'd walk you down to your door, but I don't want to see Lucy's face when you wake her up to let you in the room." "What do you think the bottle of wine is for honey? That should smooth things over with miss Lucy-loo!" said Monica with a grin. "I thought you were just being sweet?" "Oh, well, that too!" I laughed and told then I would see them both at breakfast. As I opened the door I watched them stroll down the hall, Monica taking long exaggerated strides and Chloe looking back at me to share a laugh about it. I opened my door and flicked on the lights, knowing that my roommates had gone home for the weekend and pulled off my wet jacket and shoes. I stood looking at my CD's trying to make a decision when I heard a knock at the door and the load, hoarse whisper of Monica saying my name. I laughed and opened up the door. Monica and Chloe both stood there without much joy. Chloe handed me a note. "Read this." It was from Lucy and it said her ride to Umass had canceled on her os she took another ride with someone who was leaving tonight. "The bimbo locked us out!" Chloe growled. I started to laugh and Monica socked me in the arm. "Oww!" I laughed still, "Why don't you just wake up Theresa and get her to let you in?" "No way! She is already out to get me! If I wake her up at 1:00 AM, slightly drunk, she'll write me up again." Chloe said. "Yeah me too." Monica added. "Damn you girls are paranoid." "Look dollface, your roommates are gone, why don't you let us crash here tonight?" Chloe asked. I though for a moment and said, "Ok, but I need a raise then." "How about 3 dollars an hour?", said Monica. "A little weak." "3 dollars and a t-shirt" added Chloe. "Now you're talking, come on in!" They pushed me aside and spilled into the room, quickly taking off their wet jackets and piling them on mine. Realizing how wet they were, I grabbed some shorts and t-shirts and tossed them over. "You can change into those if you want, I'll go hit the bathroom." I told them. I walked down the hall, not necessarily in a straight line and took my time brushing my teeth so as not to walk in on the girls changing, never mind how nice that might be. Both girls were quite cute and had titillated me more than once before. Whatever ideas came up in my drunken mind I didn't give much credence to them. When I came back I knocked on the door and went in. Chloe was rooting through my stuff and Monica was sitting on a bed holder her bottle of cheap wine. "Don't you have a corkscrew in here?" asked Chloe. I sighed, opened a drawer, and handed her the pocketknife from inside, while I gave Monica a look. "What, you think I'm giving Lucy a bottle of wine after she locked us out?" "Good point" I said. I plugged in the "dorm room mood lighting" that consisted of several strands of Christmas tree lights and turned on the stereo. When I sat down they had both taken a drink from the bottle and Monica handed it to me. "See what I mean Eric? So damn useful! What a guy you are giving us a place to crash. Here's to you." Chloe toasted me with an imaginary glass. We sat and talked for a while, just shooting th shit and teasing one another as friends are prone to do. "So is this at all like a slumber party?" it occurred to me to ask. "A slumber party?" said Monica, "Not like any I have ever been to." "Yeah, it's not really a slumber party until you play Truth or Dare!" added Chloe. "Oh shit, yes! We have to play truth or dare!" squealed Monica. Chloe and I both laughed at Monica's exuberance. "No, I'm serious, come on it will be fun." "Fine", said Chloe, "I'll play but you have to go first." "Eric, don't be a weenie, you have to play too." Monica ordered. "Ok, already I'll play, but you have to go first." "Fine, fine, someone ask me then," Monica said, sitting up now and getting ready for her challenge. Chloe looked at me, but I deferred to her. "Truth or Dare, Monica?" "Truth!" "OK, did you hook up with Greg Childs at that party 2 weeks ago?" Monica burst out laugh as her face turned red, "Oh my god, he wishes we did! I gave him a kiss, but that was all!" "Monica? Truth?" Chloe insisted. Monica held up a scout sign, "Honestly, scouts honor, I didn't!" Chloe looked at me skeptically and I said, "Come on, her and Greg?" "You didn't see how drunk she was." "Ok, Ok, your turn Eric, Truth or Dare?" said Monica. "Truth." "If you could hook up with anyone on this floor of the dorm, who would it be?" "Oh shit, let me think?" "Present company excluded", Chloe added with just a little hesitation. "Let's see," I thought out loud, "Oh you guys will kill me." "What, who?" said Monica. "Theresa." I said. "What? She's such a bitch!" said Monica. "Oh my god, you just said that cuz she has big tits!" accused Chloe. I laughed, "I guess I have a thing for authority figures, yeah she can be a pain, but she's hot, ask around. Besides you asked who I would hook up with, not go out with." "You dork." Said Monica laughing at me. I just grinned at her. "Your turn Chloe, truth or dare?" "Dare." She said matter of factly. Monica leaned over and whispered in my ear. When I heard what she said, I laughed. "I dare you to do the splits." I said. Chloe rolled her eyes and said, "Are you kidding?" "Nope, let's se what you got, sport." She sighed and stood up. She set her feet apart, held her hands out and said, "I'm only doing this once." Then she solely slid to the ground, stretching her legs wide until she sat in front of us performing a textbook split. Monica applauded and I joined her. Chloe curled back up into a sitting position and I asked were she learned it. Monica said, "She used to be a cheerleader!" "Get out! You?" I said. "It was only freshman year." She said grudgingly. "I would love to see those pictures!" "Oh I bet you would." She jabbed back, "Ok, Monica back to you, Truth or Dare?" "Um, Truth." "You wuss." said Chloe. "Oh just ask me." "Ok miss Monica, tell us what your most unusual sexual experience was?" "Oh shit!" I said. "Oh, I'm not answering that!" "Come on Monica, fess up, this was your idea, tell the truth now." Chloe told her. "Well, I don't know, I mean what do you mean unusual?" "That's up to you to decide. Here have some wine, maybe that will jog your memory." She handed Monica the bottle, and while she drank we both started laughing. "Alright, but you both have to swear not to tell anyone else!" Monica said. "Of course not, who would we tell?" I told her. "I'm serious, you both have to promise what gets said here, stays here." "We promise, don't we Chloe?" "Yeah, we promise, now fess up!" "Well, this one time my senior year, it was after a party at my friends house, we were sitting around, my friend and I and our boyfriends, and well, we kind of had a contest." Monica told us, a little red faced. "What kind of contest?" said Chloe. "Well, kind of a who-can-give-their-boyfriend-the-best-blowjob contest." Monica replied as her face grew redder. We both sat their with our mouths open for a second. "What?" "You gave them both blowjobs?!" "No! We just kind of started at the same time and whoever finished first was the winner." "Holy cow!" I said. "You little tart!" teased Chloe. "Technically the fastest isn't necessarily the best though," I said. "Oh shut up!" Monica snapped. I laughed. "So who won?" Chloe asked, and now Monica turned bright red and we both new the answer and burst out laughing. "You go girl!" Chloe yelled and put up her hand looking for a high five from Monica, who rolled hher eyes, laughed, and slapped Chloe's hand. "Ok, Eric's turn, Truth or Dare?" Monica said. "Alright, dare." Monica looked at me cruelly, "I dare you to kiss Chloe's ass." We all laughed again. "Ok," I started, "Chloe, you are so smart and beautiful, you are the best person I know in the entire world." Chloe continued laughing and Monica protested, "No, no! You know what I mean, you have to kiss her ass for real!" I looked at Chloe and told her to assume the position. She turn around sticking her butt towards me. I leaned over and gave her a peck on her check then looked at Monica, "Happy?" "Nope, I mean skin on skin honey, kiss that ass!" I laughed a little uncertainly and looked at Chloe, not sure what to do. "Oh just get it over with," she said, and pulled back the top of her shorts exposing her shapely ass. I kept my eyes on Monica, smiled, and gave Chloe's ass a big wet kiss. That's when I realized something was happening. Monica started laughing and calling me an ass-kisser and Chloe pulled her shorts back up and turned to sit back down but not before catching my eye with a look I had never seen before. "Ok, I'm an ass kisser, ha ha. Chloe, it's your turn, Truth or Dare?" "Truth" "So what is your most unusual sexual experience?" Monica chimed in, "Wait, you can't ask a question that has already been asked." "What? Since when?" "Since always, try again." I took the bottle of wine and took a swig while I tried to think. "Ok, what's your favorite position?" Monica laughed, "Oh good question?" Chloe smiled and said confidently, "That's easy, doggie. I expected a better question than that from you Eric." I told Chloe I would try harder next time, and she turned and asked "Truth or Dare?" "Dare." Chloe grinned, "I dare you to kiss Eric." "What on the ass? You can repeat questions." "I'm not repeating, I dare you to kiss him on the lips, with tongue." The room was quiet for a brief second and the proverbial tension hung in the air. "Chloe, come on…" Monica started. "Hey, it's your game, if you are too chicken to play that's fine." Monica looked at me, and then Chloe, trying to figure her out. "Oh fine, god, it's no big deal." Almost before I knew what was happening, Monica was in front of me. She leaned in close and pressed her lips to mine, gently at first, then harder until they slipped open and her tongue entered my mouth. I responded instinctively and we kissed like that for a few seconds, long enough for me to feel the electricity of the moment. She drew away from me with a smile and turned to look at Chloe defiantly. "Well Eric, did she use tongue?" "Um yeah, yeah, she did." "Good, now it's your turn" Monica asked me truth or dare and I said truth. Monica stared at me and asked, "Are you turned on right now?" I blushed right away, giving away my answer, but I said it anyway, looking at each of them. "I suppose I am", I said a little breathlessly. There was another tense moment before I asked Chloe truth or dare. Truth or Dare Ch. 01 Authors Note: This is my twenty-fifth story. It is a true-to-life account of on an experience I had a short time ago (May 2005). Enjoy and please remember that all feedback is greatly appreciated! Also, a HUGE thank you to all the friends who edited this for me, ya'll are the best!!! *hugs and kisses* *************************** We had been working in the same office for a few months and I had always noticed him. For the longest time I didn't know what it was about him that would always grab my attention...then one day it hit me. It was his voice! He sounded frighteningly similar to one of my best friends Steve! Steve and I had been friends for years and our friendship had always been very open in all respects. We often engaged in discussions about our fantasies and sex lives, and once he was in the process of getting a divorce, our friendship expanded to include phone sex, cyber sex, and the planning of meeting face to face just to see what might happen. I had grown to love and adore Steve over the years. I trusted and valued his opinion, I turned to him for support, advice and a swift kick in the ass if I was being an idiot, and for a very long time he had been a big part of my sexual fantasies. Once it dawned on me that I found myself attracted to Greg because he reminded me of Steve I started feeling guilty. I'd find myself watching him, listening for his voice, finding reasons to walk past his desk or even flirting with him...then once I realized what I'd done I'd feel horrible because I felt like I was only acting that way because he reminded me of Steve. A solution to this problem came in the form of advice from my best friend when she said, "So spend some time with him and see if it's HIM or Steve your interested in" So...one day I took the initiative and asked him out for coffee after work, and to my surprise...he said yes! After spending only about a half hour to an hour with him I knew that it was all him. The way his voice reminded me of Steve got me to the point of asking him out, but when I was around him my reactions to him and desire to find out more about him were all about him and had nothing to do with how I felt about Steve. We met up after work...went out to eat...drove around and talked...sat in a park and talked...and eventually ended up back at his apartment. We sat and talked about all kinds of things. Eventually I made some comment about my writing and it came out that I had stories posted here on Literotica. Greg asked if he could see them, so I went on his computer and pulled up my profile. He read a few stories and we discussed some aspects of both our sexual experiences. Conversation went back to less sexual topics. After a while I asked why he had a deck of cards on his chessboard, since I didn't recall ever having played chess and having cards involved. He said the cards were for playing truth or dare. The rules were as follows: Person A cuts the deck and person B calls high or low, then flips over the top card. If the card is what they called then they win the hand and get to give a truth or dare to Person A. If they loose then Person A gives them a truth or dare. You have to alternate between truth and dare and alternate the person cutting every time. The truths right from the beginning were sexual...how old were you when you lost your virginity?...how many people have you slept with?...when was the last time you had sex?...what's your favorite position? And so on. It didn't take long before the dares became sexual too...use the chess piece to tease your nipple...wear my bra on your head...lick my nipple...take your pants off...and so on. Finally I worked up the guts to dare Greg to kiss me. I told him to stand up, take his glasses off and kiss me...which he readily did. There was definitely passion in his kiss...but there was also a tenderness that made my knees weak...made me feel safe, comforted and made me not want to stop kissing him. However...I made myself pull back and continue with the game. He dared me to use my mouth in his groin area (keep in mind neither of us had pants on but both still had our underwear on) to turn him on. So I knelt down on the floor between his legs and kissed from his right knee up to the edge of his boxers. Then I flicked my tongue along the edge of his boxers, rubbing my cheek against his cock as I snaked my tongue under his boxers up his leg just a little. I dared him to use a candlestick holder to simulate jacking himself off...which he did with gusto, not only using hand movements, but also adding sound effects to the mix that only made me hotter!!! The next dare he gave me was to reach into my panties and get my fingers wet and taste myself...which I did eagerly since I've always enjoyed my taste and was definitely wet from all the sexual tension. I don't even remember how we ended up this way...but thanks to one of us daring the other I ended up on the couch beside him with him using his hand to tease my pussy while making sure to keep the fabric of my panties between his fingers and my very wet and very eager pussy. After only a couple minutes of his gentle rubbing and teasing I made him stop because I was painfully close to cumming. Not long after I was again kneeling on the floor in front of him using my hands and mouth to tease his cock through his boxers. I would rub my face across his cock through the boxers, tease my tongue as far up as I could, take the head of his cock into my mouth through the boxers and I could feel and taste the precum as it started to leak onto the fabric of the boxers. Eventually I gave up on the whole over the boxers thing and pulled his cock free and quickly brought it to my lips. His precum tasted divine...not too salty but not too sweet...and his cock felt so hot and hard in my mouth. I couldn't get enough! I don't know how long I spent on my knees licking and sucking and teasing his cock, but I would guess somewhere in the area of about a half hour, maybe more. Whenever I felt he was close to cumming I'd slow down or pull back. I loved teasing him and enjoying his cock and wasn't ready for him to cum and end my fun. Finally he asked me to stop so he could return the favor. I got up on the couch beside him again and this time he slipped his hand inside my panties to tease my pussy. Within seconds I was moaning and screaming as he teased his finger up and down my slit and began rubbing my throbbing clit slowly. After only a minute or so of him teasing my clit I came hard and loud. His finger slowed on my clit as I came down from the orgasm and he moved that wondrous finger down to slip it inside my pussy. He started to finger fuck my wet pussy, making me moan even more as I pushed against his hand...then like a pro he found my g-spot and in seconds I was cumming again, biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming too loudly. Admittedly I held back a little...unsure how he'd react to a full blown g-spot orgasm from me since I'm one of those women who can "squirt", or as I like to call it, "make a puddle". Again his finger slowed and he removed it from my soaking cunt to tease at my clit again. Once more it took only a minute or so for his finger rubbing my clit to bring me to the edge and send me screaming as another orgasm wracked my body. Greg was eager to please and didn't want to stop...but after three such strong orgasms so close together I was just too sensitive to keep going. As I caught my breath and came back into myself I confided something of a "fetish" of mine to Greg. My love of having a man cum on me, of watching him stroke his cock, watching it explode all over my body. Then rubbing his hot cum into my skin, feeling it dry on me, putting my clothes on over top and walking among people knowing his cum is all over my body while I interacted with them. Greg agreed to appease my desire to have him cum on me and I quickly returned to my position kneeling between his legs. As he stroked his cock I kissed his lips, ran my nails up and down his thighs and teased his balls. Within minutes he was cumming all over my tits. I moaned as I rubbed his hot cum into my tits, teasing my nipples with my wet fingertips and then bent to take his cock into my mouth and suck it clean. We stayed there like that for a few minutes, his head resting on the back of the couch as he came down from the orgasm, my head resting on his thigh as I felt his cum start to dry on my tits. Greg glanced at the clock and noticed that it was after 5AM...which meant we'd spent more than twelve hours together. Not to mention that I needed to be at work in two hours and him in three! He offered to let me crash there, but I needed to get home and get ready for the weekend so we scrambled to put clothes on and he drove me home (thankfully only about a five minute drive) and we kissed goodbye. As I sit here now and write this...all I can think is how thankful I am that he reminded me of Steve because without that I wouldn't have had the drive to ask him out and that wonderful experience would never have happened. Not to mention that if date #1 was that explosive and amazing, I can't even start to imagine how we'd top that on date #2...but I know I can't wait to try! Truth or Dare Ch. 01 This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is coincidental. I had been fantasizing about having sex with my two roommates for months. After living with them for a year and a half, I couldn't help but fall in love with them. They were gorgeous! Their names were John Michael and Kirk. John was 42 and Kirk was 47. And even though I was only 23, I found myself very very attracted to the both of them. John was tall with dark thick hair and deep hazel eyes and he was very built. Kirk was a little shorter than John and had thick blonde hair with beautiful blue eyes and a lean build. So when John got the idea to play truth or dare one Friday night, I was thrilled. We all sat in the living room floor and John turned on a movie in case we got bored with the game at some point. They both laughed about how they hadn't played truth or dare in so long. "Who wants to go first," John asked with a grin. "This was your idea, buddy," Kirk said. "Why don't you start us off?" "Ok, I will." John then dared Kirk and I to kiss. I acted like it was no big deal, but really it felt so good. He was an amazing kisser. After a while, we all grew bolder. And before we knew it, we were all three naked (as we had been dared to remove all our clothing at some time during the game), and sitting in John's bedroom. I couldn't help but stare at their beautiful bodies. Kirk and I had dared John to constantly stroke his cock during the entire game. He got his revenge though. Because of John's dare, I had to straddle Kirk, and he was lying under me . With both of us being naked and his cock and my pussy rubbing against each other, I could feel how hard he was and it was turning me on. And I am sure he could feel how wet I was getting. I tried my best to stay still so that maybe he wouldn't know how much I liked where I was sitting. He kept staring at me the whole time I was sitting on top of him. "Are you okay," I asked him. "Yeah," he replied. "I just, uh,....haven't done anything like this in a while." "Oh, well, me either," I smiled down at him and winked. He then smiled his beautiful big smile and began to rub his hands up and down my thighs as John and I talked. My turn was up next. And I had picked dare. I was then dared to kiss Kirk's nipples. I was rather disappointed that I would have to unmount this beautiful man, but also thrilled that I would be able to put my tongue to a part of his body. I gleefully swirled my tongue around his nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Kirk seemed thrilled, too, as he moaned and lay his head back and closed his eyes to enjoy what I was doing. We all then decided to simply ask questions about each other. "How many times have you ever had sex," John's question brought back so many memories. At the same time, I noticed that he seemed to enjoy watching me with Kirk. He stared and gently stroked his hard on as he watched us. "Uh, too many to say, really," I said shyly. "But I have only had one partner." This was true. I had only had sex with my ex-husband. Since then, there was no one...at least not yet. "Oh ok. So....," John was hesitant to ask his next question. "Was it a woman - your partner?" "No, a guy. Named Brandon. I have done things with other girls," I admitted. "But it never went as far as I wanted it to." I saw John's face brighten and then I knew he must be turned on by two women together. I decided to go to Kirk's other nipple and he seemed happy that I did. "So what about you," I inquired. "How many times have you had sex, John Michael?" He smiled. "Like you said, too many to count." He looked at Kirk who still had his eyes closed. "Kirk?" "Hmm," Kirk seemed almost half asleep. "What?" "How many times have you ever had sex, buddy," John seemed very eager to hear his answer. "Five," came the reply. John and I looked at each other, astonished. "FIVE," we both said aloud together. "Why only five, darling," I had to ask. "Well, my ex-wife wasn't what you would call 'at her peak' when we married. So, we didn't do it very often," he said it as though he were simply giving a recipe. "But, my god, man! Five times? That would drive anyone crazy," John was appalled. "Didn't you ever confront her about it." "Nah. Just figured she would eventually come around. Never happened. We were married a whole year, then divorced. Wasn't a big deal." It was then that John and I just stared at each other for a moment. I am almost certain that we began to read each other's thoughts. I was thinking, 'We need to show Kirk a good time.' And then, as though he had read my mind, he winked at me and smiled. John had always wanted Kirk, I knew that. Kirk and I wanted each other and we both wanted John. It looked as though tonight would be the night everyone got the chance to take what they wanted. John sat up from where he was lying at the foot of the bed and lay down on the other side of Kirk. He looked at me as if to ask my permission to do what he was about to do. I smiled and nodded, still occupying Kirk's right nipple with my mouth. Kirk was still lying back with his eyes closed. John slowly bent his head down and softly kissed Kirk's vacant nipple. Kirk let out a small gasp and jumped. He stared straight at John with a shocked look on his face. John just stared back, deep into Kirk's eyes. It was then that Kirk finally realized that John had wanted him for so long. Kirk then placed his hand on John's cheek and began to stroke it softly and they both smiled, looking longingly into each other eyes. They began to kiss passionately. They finally broke away from each other after what seemed like forever. John then went back to the task at hand. He began to kiss and suck on Kirk's nipple. Kirk loved it when I was doing it, but now that both of us were sucking and rubbing our wet tongues on both of his sensitive pink nipples, it was driving him mad! He kept tossing his head back and forth and groaning softly. His whole body squirmed and writhed around. I slowly began to move my lips down his body. Kissing and licking every inch on the way. I ran my tongue slowly down his thigh and back up again, making him shiver. I was loving the sensations I was giving to his body. Then, just before my lips reached his most private, sensitive area, he lifted his head and told me,"I have never had that done before." I stopped and looked up at him with much sympathy. "That is tragic," John said. And we all had to laugh. "Um, I have never told either of you this, but I am bisexual," Kirk confessed. That didn't bother me. It actually made me love him even more. "And I have always wanted to experience the feeling of a man inside of me." John stared at him and Kirk smiled. "I was wondering if maybe you wanted to try it." "Sounds like a good idea to me," I piped up. They laughed. "Seriously, since you have never had anal sex before, it may hurt a little. And I could suck your cock to help ease the pain while John is inside of you." "That sounds like one of my fantasies," John laughed. Kirk then rolled over on his side and John positioned himself behind Kirk. I lay on my side facing Kirk's gorgeous cock. "You ready," John asked gently. Kirk nodded. John pressed his cockhead up against Kirk's tight little hole. I saw Kirk wince at first but then, as John's cockhead slowly moved in and out, his face relaxed. I started to suck him harder and harder to take away more of his pain. I was sure that the neighbors could hear Kirk's moans. As John moved further in and out of his ass, he began to enjoy it more and more. "Oh man. That feels good...." Kirk said. John also began to groan as his well-lubed cock slid in and out of Kirk's tight virgin ass. " Ahhhh. Ahhhhhh. Oh yeahhhh." Finally, John's cock was all the way inside Kirk. John didn't move for a while, so Kirk could get used to him inside his ass. He started to kiss Kirk's neck and shoulders. I was still sucking his cock, moving my mouth slowly up and down his hard shaft and sucking hard on his now purple cockhead. Kirk began to moan and started moving his hips back and forth, so John new he was ready to really be fucked. John then began to thrust deep inside of Kirk's ass, hitting his sensitive prostate and making Kirk cry out with pleasure. "Oh fuck!!! Ohhh yeah...Mmmm." Kirk's moans were growing louder and louder with each of John's thrusts. I kept sucking Kirk's beautiful cock harder and faster, taking all of him into my mouth and deep into my throat. Whenever John's cock would hit Kirk's prostate, I could feel his cock stiffen in my mouth. "Ohhhhh my god!!! It feels so good!" Kirk panted. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh my god! Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me!" "Mmmmmmmm," John groaned. He began to push his cock deeper inside Kirk and was thrusting faster and faster. He buried his face in the back of Kirk's neck and wrapped his arms around Kirk's beautiful body as he came. "Ohhh god." "I'm cumming. Ohhhhh sssshhhhhiiiiittt!" I felt Kirk's cock explode in my mouth and I felt his entire body stiffen and jerk. I couldn't help but swallow every drop of him. When he was done, John slowly pulled his cock out of Kirk and I let him slide out of my mouth. The two of them rolled onto their backs, exhausted and breathing heavily. I lay there, staring at these two beautiful men. John was still breathing very hard and he looked at me with a huge grin. Knowing that I had not come yet, he motioned me to him with his finger. Basats Truth or Dare Ch. 01 Steve and I had not been dating for very long when we went to Tim's party. His house was enormous and I was nervous at the prospect of having to meet so many people at once. However, another part of me glowed with pride at the thought that, after only three weeks, Steve wanted to show me off. I dressed carefully on the night because of this, convinced that any hair out of place, a poorly chosen pair of shoes, would put me to shame. I had only just opted for a simple black dress with spaghetti straps when I heard the doorbell ring. Steve smiled at me from the other side, looking me up and down, 'You look fantastic', he said. 'Thank you,', I smiled, 'So do you.' It was true, he only wore a button down shirt and jeans, but everything about him tended to make me weak at the knees. With his dark hair and intense blue eyes, he was easily the most attractive man I had ever dated. On the way to the party, in his car, I began to get increasingly nervous. My foot was tapping impatiently, encased in black strappy suede, while my hands twisted nervously in my lap. Steve spotted this, 'Geez, Anna, will you calm down?' he laughed, 'You'd think you were facing a firing squad, not going to a party.' I laughed, but my stomach carried on doing strange lurches all the way there. I've always been incredibly shy in front of strangers and the thought of embarrassing myself in front of my new boyfriend's friends was abhorrent to me. When we arrived, Steve led me up the path and through the front door as calmly as if it were his own home. In the hallway, people greeted him with back slaps and smiles, but I kept my eyes firmly locked on the floor until I found myself in the kitchen. Steve's arm encircled my shoulders, 'Anna, this is Tim and this is Mark. They're two of my oldest friends.' 'Hi...' I barely managed to whisper, glancing up at the two of them. They reciprocated the greeting warmly enough, but I caught them taking in my appearance from head to toe. It made me incredibly uncomfortable. The four of us moved into the lounge, where Steve and I managed to find a free sofa. Mark and Tim lounged lazily on the floor and we exchanged small talk for a while. That is to say, the three of them talked while I sat with shaking hands, wishing I could get a drink to calm my nerves. Mark's voice became louder, rousing me from my train of thought. 'This party is dead! Shall we liven it up a little? How about a game of truth or dare?' I readily agreed. Despite being cripplingly shy, I was also a lot of fun and I wanted Steve's friends to see that, as I was hardly making a good first impression at this point. Steve volunteered to go first and turned to me, a mischievous glint in his eye, 'Truth or dare, Anna?' I beamed back at him, broadly proclaiming 'Dare.' I had naively assumed that, what with Steve being my boyfriend, he would pick something light-hearted and fun for me to do. I was about to find out how wrong I was. 'Okay then,' he said, smiling wickedly at Tim and Mark, 'Anna, I dare you to strip to your underwear. For everyone to see.' My heart instantly dropped to the pit of my stomach and I was sure that I was staring back at Steve, open-mouthed. Surely he had to be joking? 'You...don't really mean that?' 'Of course I do, I wouldn't have said it otherwise.' Steve responded, causing his two friends to snigger. 'S-Steve, I can't do that. Not with all these people...' 'Oh, Anna, don't be silly. It's just a game!' I glanced at Mark and Tim, hoping in vain that one of them would see the colour drained from my face and persuade Steve to change the dare. However, I was to get no such thing, as both of them merely grinned expectantly. I began to panic. 'Look, that's not fair. You know I'm shy, you know I can't possibly--' 'Anna,' Steve responded, his voice notably sterner, 'It's just a game. Just do it.' 'I can't!' I hissed, tears beginning to well now. This didn't move him, he stared back as stern and silent as ever. I stood up with legs as heavy as lead. I didn't want to do this, but I hoped that if I got it out of the way, that would be all I'd have to do. Hurriedly, I lifted my dress up and over my head, leaving me stood in just my underwear and heels. Men nearby glanced over and immediately started wolf-whistling, whilst Mark and Tim's smiles became even broader. My face burnt and Steve took my dress from my hands, balling it up and placing it next to him. 'See? That wasn't so bad, was it?' I shook my head, eyes downcast and sat on the sofa again. 'My turn now!' chimed in Tim, 'Anna, truth or dare?' 'I already did something!' I yelped. 'It's my turn, I can pick whoever I want. So, truth or dare?' If Steve had made me do such a humiliating thing, I knew that Tim would have no mercy. Therefore, it was with some level of confidence that I responded with 'Truth.' Tim frowned, evidently annoyed I had not picked another dare, but his face soon lit up again and he said, 'Okay, Anna, I want to know how turned on you are right now.' I gasped, causing all three men to laugh uproariously. Then I had to think about Tim's question; it was certainly true that I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole, but I could also feel that familiar twinge in my pussy that told me I was indeed very turned on. It occurred to me that perhaps the humiliation contributed to this feeling and I marvelled at how something could be both mortifying and arousing at once. 'I'm...pretty turned on.' I eventually responded, hoping this would be enough. It wasn't. 'That's not enough. You have to show us!' 'Show you?' Steve, Mark and Tim had all leaned forward in anticipation. They weren't the only ones, a small crowd had also formed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could swear I saw one man rubbing at the crotch of his jeans. If I wanted to bolt out of the house now, I probably couldn't. There were enough of them to drag me back. Feeling that there was nothing for it, I let one hand glide beneath the waistband of my panties. Bringing them back up again, I held my fingers up for all to see. They were slick with my own juices and I heard many of the men murmur in approval. 'Is that enough?' I turned to Steve, 'Can we go home now?' 'Only one more round, Anna, then I'll take you home. I'm sure Mark wouldn't mind me taking his turn. I dare you to show everyone here what I get to see at night. I dare you to leave those heels on and nothing else.' The murmurs of the men around me became louder, a few had even stepped forward. This was all becoming too much for me. Not caring that it would mean running home in my underwear, I scrambled for the door. No sooner had I reached it, I felt at least three pairs of hands grabbing me. I was lifted easily, as if I were no heavier than a feather and began kicking and squealing as I was dropped back onto the sofa. The crowd were laughing now, but Steve's face was tense, as if he were ready to explode in anger. 'You do not run away from me like that, you little slut, do you understand me?' he growled, his hand gripping my wrist so hard the skin burned. I began to sob and felt his free hand easily unclasp my bra. 'Now, you're going to show everybody what a good slut you are and you're going to get on your knees.' Before I had time to protest, I was shoved roughly to the floor. Mark and Tim's crotches were in my direct line of vision and I saw them unzip their trousers, freeing two incredibly hard cocks. 'Feel free to treat Anna like the worthless little whore she is.' I heard Steve say behind me. I flinched at his calling me a 'whore', but any offence I could take was quickly replaced by a feeling of terror as Tim thrust his cock almost to the hilt of my mouth. I tried to push his legs away, but I felt a pair of strong hands (Steve's perhaps?) grip them behind me. Tim began to fuck my face in earnest, his hands yanking at the hair I had so carefully fixed only a few hours ago. I heard zippers being yanked down all around me and knew that men in the crowd were using the image to pleasure themselves. 'Hey, man, save some for me.' grunted Mark, who had evidently been doing the same as the other men until now. Before I had time to react, his cock had joined Tim's. Never had my mouth felt so stretched and tears streamed down my face not only in humiliation, but in pain. My head was being pulled so far back, I could see both their faces contorted with pleasure. Their balls slapped against my chin and I heard a groan, followed by a warm splash on my back, as the image of Mark and Tim using me clearly became too much for one man in the crowd. Evidently it was too much for Mark and Tim as well, since soon I felt hot jets of cum hit the back of my throat. They stood back, spent and my mouth was grateful for their leaving. The pair of hands gripping my wrists loosened their hold and I was wheeled around, only to come face-to-face with Steve. Sitting me back on the sofa, he removed my panties with a surprising gentleness given his previous aggression. His thick, warm fingers pushed into me and I threw my head back in pleasure. He had always been able to send me over the edge with his hands alone and now was no exception. Around me, I could still hear men masturbating furiously, but was too far gone to care. Steve's fingers making beckoning motions inside my pussy were all that I cared about now. I wriggled closer to him and was rewarded with the palm of his hand rubbing against my clit. My moans became yelps of joy and I felt yet more cum shooting onto my face, chest and stomach. Steve's fingers slammed as far as they could reach into my pussy and suddenly my legs spasmed and my back arched in ecstasy. I lay on the sofa for what felt like an age, lost in a post-orgasmic haze while men continued to cum on my half-awake body. I opened my eyes and smiled at Steve, who did not smile back. Glancing at his crotch, I noticed his erection straining against his jeans. I reached up to offer some relief, but he swiped my hand away. 'Get dressed.' he grunted, tossing me my underwear and dress. Truth or Dare Ch. 01 I had eagerly anticipated this evening for many weeks. Thought about how I wished for events to unfold. Planned, indeed plotted as I thought of ways to set the scene for the series of events to unfold as I had dreamed of for a year or two now. We would have the house to ourselves for not only the evening but for the whole weekend. That's if I could encourage him to stay. I hoped I could. Tom and I have been best of friends for years. I think I know most there is to know about him and he thinks that he knows all there is to know about me. I prey that this evening will change that assumption. That tonight he will meet a part of me that I have kept secret from him, from my family, from the world until now. I can no longer hide the way I am and have a knowing, an understanding that now is the time for me to reveal my true inner self. For Tom to meet Rebecca. The refrigerator is stocked with his favourite beer. Tonight, perhaps alcohol will indeed be my friend. To lessen his inhibitions, to increase his sense of adventure, perhaps to open his mind, allow him to see new opportunities, a different path. The music has been chosen carefully. The open fire is roaring, radiating it's heat and casting its glow into the large lounge of the Villa of my Family home. The fireplace is an essential part of my careful plan. Thank goodness for the cold winter night. Perhaps the snowdrifts will help my cause, perhaps Tom will not be able to drive home even if he wished. It is up to me to ensure that his wish is to stay, to spend the night. To explore a new side of a friendship. The curtains are pulled, I expect, I hope for a knock on the door within an hour. My afternoon of dress up fun has been as fulfilling as always. Yet another afternoon of secret feminisation, playtime where I am able to become Rebecca, to express the girl that has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. The thrill of stripping from my male clothes, the excitement of seeing the dress, the lingerie laid out on the bed as i stand before the mirror, naked, applying lipstick, makeup. Pouting and pretending to secretly kiss as i look at my image in the mirror as i clip on the earrings, clasp the pearl necklace. My ever present erection standing proud as i become Her, that part of me that now longs to be set free . Stepping into the panties, fastening the bra, slipping in the silicon inserts, rolling on the stockings. I am now rather accomplished at fastening bras behind my back, clipping stockings to suspender belts. I feel rather pleased with myself. Stepping into a little dress and zipping myself up, i gaze at the mirror, admire the transformation, i slip into the heels and then rather nervously leave the room to set up the props needed to assist in my devious little plan. Setting up the portable clothes stand I move it a little closer to the fireplace. Wet clothes will dry quickly from the heat of the flames. As part of my plan I have washed clothes of my family members. I have chosen the clothes of my sister very carefully. They are to play an integral part in the adventures that I foresee for this evening. A simple yet pretty white lace bra, matching panties, stockings and a skirt and white blouse. I feel nervous, scared that perhaps I should have not washed the skirt. I prey that it has not shrunk at all in the wash. She will still be away for several days. They are carefully placed in a prominent position on the clothes rack amongst various shirts, pants and men's socks. Blending in discretely. No one would ever guess the deliberate way that they have been placed, the thought that has gone into their selection. After my man trap is set, I reluctantly change from my Rebecca attire back into that of a somewhat reluctant guy to greet my friend. Seems that he transformation was perhaps just in time as I notice the headlights of the jeep pull into the driveway. He knows the door will be unlocked. I plan to lock it later after my little game. "Hey, Hi" something smells good as he gives me a playful punch on the arm. I open his first can of beer and hand it to him as he then makes himself comfortable on the couch in front of the fire. He is in jeans, black shirt and boots. Tanned, toned and looking sensational. I turn away so as to not risk him noticing my erection. To this day he has no idea that he has been the object of my sexual fantasies for months and now years. Yes, I have had girlfriends, he still does , but my most intimate fantasies have involved he and I in a passionate embrace. In my mind, in my fantasies I am always dressed as Rebecca during my encounters with Tom. Will my plan succeed. Is he to see me dressed as Rebecca this evening. How will he react I am nervous, scared, excited. Dinner brings with it small talk. I am distracted. It is near impossible to talk about world events and the ever popular sports. My mind is elsewhere. We sit together on the ouch as we dine. In front of the roaring fire. Beside the drying clothes. I glance at the bra, imagining how it's strap will feel around my back. The evening progresses. Laughter, fooling around and more beers for my Tom. Time to make the suggestion. Taking a deck of cards, I suggest we combine cards with truth or dare. Throwing his head back, he laughs . "Yeah, why not". I pour myself a glass of red wine and begin the questions after my successful hand of cards. The truths seem to revolve around ex girlfriends, the dares revolve around drinking the beer and wines at an ever increasing pace. Nervously I sow the seed for my plan. Holding up my older sisters pink sweater I suggest that maybe he should put it on. As he laughs out loud he hands me the bra, suggesting that I should put it on. My heart races. I am beside myself with excitement. Appearing to look shocked, I hold it up in front of me over the top of my t shirt. Tom informs me that holding it up in such a manner is not good enough and dares me to put it on properly.. Looking shocked I remove my T Shirt and slip on the bra. It does not go un noticed by Tom that I am proficient at fastening it in back. He throws me two socks, gesturing for me to stuff them in the cups. In turn I dare him to give me the keys to his beloved jeep, to let me use it for a day. He jokes that instead of me using it that perhaps he should take me for a drive in the bra. I blush, my heart races with excitement at the thought. I am soon back on the couch, in the bra, thrilled, apprehensive. I catch him stealing glimpses of me. I subconsciously move a little closer to him. Gently removing the panties from the rack he hands them to me along with the stockings with a simple. Not a word is said. I stand in front of him, turning my back to him to shield my erect cock, I slip out of my jeans, briefs and slip the panties on. The stockings roll on easily. I look back over my shoulder playfully , giving him an exaggerated bat of the eyelids. He laughs out loud and instructs me to turn around. I do do, hands over my crotch, covering my hard cock in the panties. He holds each of my wrists and moves my hands apart. He stands in front of me. Taller, stronger. He places his hand on my panties, feeling my erection before taking my hand and placing it on his own crotch encouraging me to stroke him. The cards now seem irrelevant, the game has grown a life of its own. He kisses me gently. Hands around my waist as he pulls me near. I slowly unbutton his shirt as the kissing becomes more intense. Gently unzipping his jeans I take his erect cock in my hand and stroke. So many times I have dreamed of this moment. Cupping his balls, stroking his shaft as he kisses me. The feel of another mans cock in my hand almost too much to bear. I must hold on, I can not cum in my sisters panties..... Yet. I slowly lower myself to my knees to position myself in front of him. Gazing at his delicious erect cock. I unzip him totally , stroking him. Eager to take him in my mouth. Looking up into his eyes, I lick my lips, his hand on the back of my head, guiding me to his rigid shaft. I look up again, straight into his eyes . Almost as if I am asking if I may suck him. Looking down at me, he simply dares me to. ... To be continued.