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Jerking With Jason: Jason, Ryan and Dooley By R.A. Swain
Jason pulled on a clean pair of boxers after his shower and finished up some work before his guests were due to arrive. The doorbell drew him away from his laptop. He paused and checked his reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door before heading down to let his company in. The reflection was of a hot guy with a smooth flat stomach, in decent shape without the aide of exercise; average, but even above average if he took off the boxers. He tore himself from his reflection and raced down the stairs.
Opening the door he was greeted with the sight of his new neighbor, Dooley, standing at the door wearing the boxers Jason had been wearing earlier in the day when he and Dooley met and engaged in an instant mutual enjoyment of each others bodies. He ushered Dooley in with a smile. "Those look hot on you," he said.
"Thanks, does that mean I can keep them?"
Jason laughed. "Maybe. We'll see after we play a little tonight."
"And what are we playing," Dooley asked as he followed Jason to the kitchen and was handed a beer.
"I've got another friend coming over to join us, but I figured we could swap stories, maybe a few dares, and more. The guy coming is the one who dared me to go to the mailboxes in my boxers."
Dooley raised his eyebrows. He was about to speak when the doorbell interrupted them. He leaned against the kitchen doorway, sipping his beer, as Jason went to answer the door. He watched over Jason's shoulder as the door opened and he saw the sight of a guy with short cropped dark hair, slightly spiked, a bare chest, wearing boxers and sneakers.
"Hey man, glad you could make it," Jason said, greeting Ryan.
"Glad you dared me," Ryan said. He stopped when he saw Dooley standing in the door frame. "I see you've got other company."
Jason turned. "Ryan, this is my neighbor, Dooley. Dooley, this is my co-worker, Ryan."
"I've got to come to your neighborhood more often," Ryan said, extending his hand.
Dooley accepted the handshake. "Looks like real estate is pretty hot itself."
The two men sized each other up while Jason explained his plan for an evening of just hanging out, drinking beer, swapping dare stories and dares. Ryan and Dooley nodded in approval.
"Sounds pretty good to me," Ryan said, accepting the beer Jason handed him. "So should we go to the living room?"
"I've got a better idea," Jason said. He led the two men to his patio, with the open yard backing to the woods. He lit a candle on the small table and gestured to the lawn chairs. "I thought we could play this out here. It's mostly secluded." He knew some of the local teens wandered by using the woods as a shortcut to and from the condos. The risk of someone wandering by while one or all of them was naked and doing some kind of dare was possible.
"So how do we do this?" Ryan asked.
"How about starting with each of us telling how we got into dares, bets and exhibitionism?" Dooley suggested.
"Cool," Jason said. "Why don't you go first?'
Dooley smiled. "Okay. As I told Jason when I met him, I enjoy dares, and have for most of my young life. I'm 26, and have been taking bets and dares as far back as I can remember. In high school I would get into bets over everything from who would win a basketball game to dick size. It was the same in college, taking things further, playing all sorts of strip games as well. I'm guessing from what Jason told me, he had a similar outlook on bets and dares."
"I just felt instantly comfortable with him, since I caught him in the middle of his acceptance of your dare to go to the mailboxes in his boxers. Ryan, I owe you for that show. It was worth it to make a new dare friend." Dooley paused for a swig of beer before continuing. "I remember one dare similar to what you dared Jason to do today, back in college, only it was to go get my mail wearing only a jockstrap."
The men laughed.
"Cool," Ryan said. "That was a standard bet between me and my brother when we started betting. It was probably around high school, I guess, and Billy and I would make bets on just about anything. The usual bet was the loser would get the mail the next day in his underwear. One day he upped the ante to me getting the mail naked. Things progressed until I was standing out by the mailbox, naked and stroking my cock in broad daylight in front of my house.
"As I got older and went to college, my exhibitionistic bets and dares took on new venues. I streaked just about every building on the campus, and probably jerked off in most of them as well. I spent weekends in my dorm naked on bets or dares, and hosted several dorm parties in the nude. I even got into a few bets with my RA's and a couple professors."
"No shit?" Dooley leaned forward. "You made bets with some professors?"
"Yeah. They were just a little older than I, and once my rep got around, the fun ones sought me out for the sport or the challenge. This one guy, a psych professor, was intrigued by my willingness to accept bets that some guys would consider humiliating."
"Like what?" Jason asked.
Ryan sipped his beer. "Like jerking off in front of some select students from his psych class, some of whom I knew. The counter bet was, if he lost he would jerk off in front of me and some of the guys from my dorm, in the dorm lounge. Winning that bet was one cool payoff."
"You got your professor to jerk off?" Dooley was obviously impressed.
"Yeah, it was cool. He lost several bets to me, and I to him and a few other professors. The RA's were more fun, because they were supposed to be all responsible, and getting them to lose a jerk off bet was way cool. It was fun to get them to strip naked in front of all the guys on the floor who wanted to watch, and make them do things like jerk off and show everyone their favorite technique for self loving, or make them jerk off while fucking themselves up the ass with a cucumber or some other dildo.
"Sure it was risky, because I was risking the same humiliation, but I won more than I lost. Of course there were the occasional losses. One night I had to put on a jerk off show for three different RA's and their girlfriends. They really made me humiliate myself with a candlestick up my ass. It was mostly bad because I had dated two of the girls, and the other one was in some of my classes."
Jason and Dooley listened to Ryan recount his dare and bet history, both men enjoying the thoughts and the feeling of their cocks growing in their boxers. Jason brought out another round of beers before telling them a bit of his history.
"I've been into dares and bets most of my life also," he said. "One of the things that really still gets me is this little voice in my head goading me on whenever I hear a challenge or dare, especially something sexual. It seems even stronger when there's risk of getting caught."
"I know that feeling," Ryan said.
"Me too," Dooley replied.
Jason continued. "I just can't resist the urge to do sexual things in public places. Once in college I played strip poker out on the quad with some buddies. I lost down to my underwear, boxer briefs. Another time I lost a bet while in swim class, and had to jerk off immediately afterwards, in the showers, no matter who walked in. That time the coach caught me beating off in front of my buddies in the shower, and he made me finish after it was explained to him that it was payoff on a bet."
"Sounds like have similar interests and backgrounds," Dooley said. "I know I've always enjoyed kind of thumbing my nose at society's mores, and doing what felt good and right for me." He was casually groping the front of his loose fitting boxers.
"Looks like you want to play some now, buddy?" Ryan chided. "I dare you to hang your cock out of your fly and play with it for a few minutes for our enjoyment."
Dooley glanced toward the woods, and then back at his new friends. He reached into the fly of his boxers and fished out his growing cock. It didn't take long for him to reach his full length, and he leaned back in the chair, slowly stroking himself for the viewing pleasure of Jason and Ryan. He paused after a few minutes when he began to leak precum.
"Damn," Ryan whispered. "That was hot."
Dooley caught his breath. "I'd like to see you fish Jason's cock out of his boxers and stroke it for me."
Ryan didn't hesitate to move from his chair and kneel in front of Jason, reaching into his boxers and wrapping his fist around Jason's thick meat. He pulled it out in the candlelight and began jerking off his co-worker, stroking slowly to an imagined rhythm in his head. He watched in close up fascination as he pumped his buddies cock, noting the shape of the mushroom crown, and feel of his shaft as he stroked it. He too watched the precum well up at the tip before it began leaking down the underside of Jason's shaft.
Jason stopped him. "Man that's good, but I don't want to cum just yet." He looked at Dooley. "I dare you to take you boxers off."
Dooley smiled. "These aren't my boxers, but I'll taken `em off anyway." With that he stood up and stripped the boxers from his hips, allowing them to catch on his extended cock, watching it bounce and snap back to hit his belly.
"Jason, I dare you and Ryan to kiss, with my cock between your lips," Dooley challenged the men.
Jason and Ryan now both knelt before Dooley, one on each side, and leaned forward; opening their mouths and attempting to tongue wrestle with Dooley's cock in their way. They worked their mouths up and down the length of Dooley's stiff shaft, licking and sucking at it and each other's tongues, while Dooley stood there and occasionally thrust his hips and bucked his cock into their open mouths.
After a few minutes Jason paused. "I dare both you guys to come into to my bedroom and suck and fuck each other and me."
Nothing else had to be said. The men almost ran into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom, stripping off their boxers along the way. Once in the bedroom, Dooley sat on the edge of the bed and took both Jason and Ryan's cocks into his mouth, alternately sucking on both then one and then the other, stroking them and reaching around and playing with there hot tight assholes, while the two men locked lips above Dooley's head and finally tongue wrestled while being sucked.
It wasn't long before positions were switched and all three men fell into a daisy chain on the bed. As they sucked each other's cocks and licked each other's balls, Jason heard his computer beeping. He glanced up to realize he had left his webcam running. "Hey guys were on my webcam, do you want me to turn it off?"
"No way," Dooley replied. "I dare you both to fuck and suck me in front of whoever wants to watch. Jason, go invite anyone on your friends list who you think is into it."
Jason hurriedly moved to the computer, taking note of which of his friends were already watching. He typed out a few invitations, and instant messaged them. Three more guys popped up and took advantage of the invitations. Jason walked back to the bed stroking his throbbing cock and started to suck on Ryan, who was sucking on Dooley.
As the men shifted positions again, Ryan sucked on Jason while Dooley licked Jason's balls, and then kissed Dooley while Jason sucked on both of their cocks. Positions kept revolving until each of the men had sucked the other two separately and together.
Ryan was the first one to move behind Dooley, and lube up his cock while playing with Dooley's waiting hole. Dooley sighed. "Do it, man. Fuck me."
That was all the incentive Ryan needed, and soon Dooley found himself with Ryan's cock buried up his ass. He moaned with a combination of pain and pleasure, and bucked his hips as he sucked on Jason. With another switch of position, Ryan found himself riding Dooley's stiff log, and swallowing Jason's. And a third switch found Jason impaled on Dooley. The men kept switching position and kissing and stroking and sucking each other's cocks until they could hold out no longer.
"I'm gonna cum," Dooley announced, thrusting into Ryan's mouth while Jason rode his ass. He shuddered as Jason pumped faster, and Ryan backed off just enough to have Dooley shoot his load on Ryan's face and chest. Jason watched this with hunger, and pulled his cock from Dooley's ass, and jerked himself to climax on Dooley's ass and back.
Ryan reared up and stroked himself until Dooley reached forward and began stroking him. It didn't take long for Ryan to blow his load on Dooley's stomach and cock. After the first round of cum was spent, the guys collapsed in each other's arms before continuing on for another round.
End Chapter 6
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