I Dare You

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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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