Jordan's Dare - Chapter 02

Jordan’s Dare

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by

Jonathan Longhorn

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Chapter 2

Silence was joined by stares being exchanged.

“Huh?” Miles’ head tilted. “What do you mean by ‘do a guy’?”

Cameron sat up straight and put in his two cents worth.

“You don’t mean like Mafia and Uzzi’s and…. Or, like, dump a body in the trunk of a ‘63 Caddy and push it into the river and wait for it to sink to the bottom, and….”

“Be serious,” Jordan said with a roll of his eyes.

“Then what ‘do’ you mean?” Ty gulped from his beer bottle and then stared across the island to his prey. “‘Do a guy’ as in….”

Jordan closed his eyes, his head shaking. This was a game. Just a stupid game. He could get up and walk out right now. But he wasn’t built that way. He was unsure he could get up and walk away right now anyway. That tequila was hitting him harder than usual. No, he didn’t want to play the game in the first place but he had agreed to it and he’d be damned if he didn’t finish what he started. They wanted a deep dark secret? They were going to get a deep dark secret that would be a total mind blower. They would have to pick up their jaws from the island and glue them back in their heads.

He let out another long sigh and then focused on the nacho platter centered between them. Little globs of cheese and a few crumbles of bacon, beef, beans and salsa were about all that remained. The pizza platter was in the same condition.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to do a guy. You know, as in…‘do’…a…guy.”

The silence was so deafening at that moment that a pin dropping in Brazil could be heard all the way here, in Bent Horn County, Texas.

Woofus’ ears pricked up as if he had just heard that far distant pin drop.

Just then, it seemed like all of them could hear it.

Ty was the first to break the sound vacuum. “Wait. You mean ‘do’ a guy like,” he paused to make the tongue pushing out a cheek and hand jerking on a cock shaft motions. “Do a guy?”

“Yeah. Do a guy like, you know….”

And there it was again—deafening silence. A mouse trap could snap closed in Verona, Italy just then and it could be heard on the other side of the world in Bent Horn County, Texas, and—Woofus reacted with another ‘woof’. Satisfied that his part of the world was still safe, the dog let his head sink back down to its soft resting place. He let out a contented sigh and his eyes drifted partially shut. Only partially; he needed to keep watch over his humans across the room.

*****

An hour later, after a pee break for the guys, and—the dog, more nachos, chips and dip, and beer, and three more tequila shots for Jordan—how had he not picked up on the fact that he was the only one putting away the tequila shots?—the guys were again focused on the continuation of this jaw-dropping Truth or Dare response.

The bottle spun …

and spun …

and spun …

and stopped on…Ty.

The grin that spread across Ty’s face could only be described as devilish. It was as though Satan himself had risen from the depths of Hell and taken up residence in Ty’s muscular firefighter body.

“Jordan.”

Jordan closed his eyes and softly shook his head. He was getting groggier. That tequila was kicking his ass. He was usually the one that could drink the other three under the table.

Figures. Why would I even venture to think that they were done with me after I admitted that deep dark ‘totally fake’ secret. I repeat, totally fake secret. I may have to kill Ty 9 times over just to be sure it takes.

“Truth or Dare,” Ty said matter-of-factly. “And before you answer that, if you say Truth for the 5th time in a row, we’ll stuff you in the deep freezer out in the garage and push you into the lake with chains, locks, and a cement filling…. Got it?”

“Hmm, hadn’t thought of the freezer in the lake thing for when I kill him for the 9th time,” Jordan said under his breath.

Ty whispered in Cameron’s ear and then Miles’ as he made his move around the island. They nodded acknowledgement immediately. This was gonna be epic if it actually went down.

Cell phones popped up and ‘record’ buttons were pushed. Cameron and Miles slowly slipped off their stools and got ready to make their own moves. ‘If’….

Sigh.

“Fine.” Shrug. “Dare.”

“He said Dare! He said Dare!” Miles shouted as he fist pumped the air. “Finally!”

“OMG he said Dare!” Cameron shrieked at the same time as Miles’ exclamation.

“We all heard it, right?” Miles was still going on about Jordan’s response.

Jordan’s brow knit and he rolled his eyes at his three friends’ reaction.

“OMG? Holy shit, we ‘did’ go back to middle school! You guys are fucking craz….”

“Jordan!” Ty shouted and slapped the countertop.

Jordan jumped. How had Ty moved around and come to stand beside him without him noticing? Was he that ‘lost’ in the haze of this adolescent game? Fuck! What was that? Some weird Ninja Master move? But there he was right beside him. Ty had taken off his shirt. His pants were open and down to his knees.

While Cameron and Miles were getting a profile shot of Ty, Jordan was treated to a full-on view of Ty’s tight pecs and rippling abs, an impressive treasure trail that started surrounding his inset navel and then dripped downward, and—his friend’s very large, throbbing hard cut cock—a glistening crystal drop of precum was clinging to the slit. Geez, Ty’s cock was enormous when it was fully hard. Jordan had seen Ty’s cock thousands of times as they grew up and even now as they showered after fires or rescues but he had never seen it fully engorged. It…was…a…monster.

“Fuck! How did you…? Where did you…? What are you…?”

“I dare you to ‘do’ me,” Ty said as he waggled his cock at his friend.

“You’re…nuts,” Jordan said with a snort. Where had the refilled shot glass come from? He thought he had just drained it? But there it was, in front of him—full. He grabbed it and shakily raised it to his lips and upended it.

“You can do my nuts too. But first you’re gonna go down on ‘this’ baby and ‘do’ me,” Ty said sternly. He waved his hard cock back and forth in front of his friend’s eyes for emphasis. “In fact, I dare you to go down on all three of us, for that matter.”

“Get that away from me,” Jordan said as he leaned away from Ty. “I am ‘not’ going to suck your dick.”

“Okay. We’ll do it your way then. You can take the consequence,” Ty warned.

“What consequence? Nobody said anything about a consequence,” Jordan argued.

“If, during the course of a game of Truth or Dare,” Miles interjected—sounding very much like a judge in a game show. “A party chooses ‘Dare’ but then refuses to accept the dare that is put on the table, then the ‘darer’ has the right to hit the ‘daree’ with a consequence. In all probability, said consequence will be far greater than the original dare was in the first place.”

Everyone stared at Miles somewhat awed.

Jordan’s eyes rolled.

When did the little pipsqueak become the authority on all things Truth or Dare?

“Yeah, what Miles said,” Ty jumped back into the driver’s seat. ‘If’ you don’t do the dare as presented, your consequence is that you have to go down to the park under Trestle Bridge, strip naked, and you have to proposition the first guy that comes along. If that stranger accepts your proposition? You have to carry it out. And, the three of us will film it for posterity.”

Did another pin drop somewhere across the globe? Did a whale just breech the water off of Sydney? Probably. But that whoosh sound everyone in the kitchen heard just then was coming from Jordan’s lungs.

Jordan’s eyes rolled again. He reached back to rub the back of his neck.

This night of hell just isn’t going to end….

Woofus’ head popped up—again—and he let out a soft woof when he heard that whoosh from his human’s lungs as well.

Jordan sucked in a deep breath trying to reinflate his lungs and then let it slowly escape through his clenched teeth. Defeat just followed defeat here. He shook his head and snorted softly. He couldn’t blame his three friends. They weren’t totally at fault here. Not entirely. Okay. Not even close to being at fault here. ‘He’ was the one that set the wheels in motion for his downfall with that humdinger of a made-up story about wondering what it would be like to…. Holy shit. He was gonna find out now. Whether that was a lie or not, he was about to find out what it was like. He was about to go down on Ty’s enormous dick. All three of their dicks, apparently.

“If anyone finds out about this….”

“Nobody is gonna find out that you went down on us. Not from any of us, right guys?”

Jordan looked across the island in time to catch nods and smirks from Cameron and Miles. Hard-ons were stretching their shorts and pants now as well, as they were standing there with cell phones raised. What the hell? They were not gonna film….

Jordan was stunned. Not just at this turn of events and his three best friends’ apparent glee that they had him over a barrel, so to speak but for another sudden puzzle piece. Jordan’s own cock was starting to chub as well. Betraying him. ‘Had’ he actually been curious about sucking cock? ‘Had’ he wondered about it when they were kids? But even if he had wondered, he never planned on acting on it. Had he? His answer to the ‘Truth’ question earlier was just a way to get the guys off his back. To get them to shut…the…fuck…up.

But…. But….

But it looked like they had him. They didn’t exactly have him over a barrel. He was actually nailed to the bar stool. It looked like Ty was about to force his hand on it and give him the means to satisfy that long held but deeply buried curiosity. So deeply buried that Jordan had never thought it would actually bubble up to the surface; especially not with his three closest friends on the planet. Right? Surely, he had never ‘really’ wondered…? Had he?

He refused to fully admit that to himself or anyone else for the time being.

“Seriously,” he said with a slight nervous tic in his voice. He hoped that the threat in his warning outweighed that tic. Please let it outweigh that tic. “If anyone finds out that I…. Wait. What? What do you mean, ‘Us?’”

Ty offered up that satanic grin once again as he slowly stroked his throbbing cock.

“That’s right, buddy. You’re gonna give all three of us blow jobs tonight. You don’t think that I would dare you to go down on my cock tonight and not include Cameron or Miles. Do you? Look, you admitted you’ve been curious for a long time what it would be like to suck cock. So, me and the guys are gonna help you satisfy that curiosity. Who else are you gonna be safe with but us? You’ll never get a better opportunity to satisfy that curiosity. Right guys?” Ty looked to Cameron and Miles for confirmation.

The two friends on the other side of the island nodded and grinned.

“Yup. You’re gonna go down on all three of us, buddy,” Cameron said confidently. “You’re gonna blow all three of us tonight.”.

“Yeah, man. The four of us are best friends, right? So who better for you to trust and to keep this on the down low? It’ll be just between us. We’ve got your back,” Miles said. “Your secret is safe with us.”

Of course, Cameron and Miles were holding their cell phones at the ready the whole time they were offering those assurances of privacy to their friend. They wanted to catch this from the very beginning; if, of course, Jordan actually did it.

“Well. Yeah. I guess if I can’t trust the three of you then I can’t trust anyone,” Jordan admitted. Why was his mouth watering? He looked back at Ty’s hard cock. Ty’s very big, very thick, very hard cock. “Other than Woofus, that is. But I am certainly not going to blow a dog.”

Ty stepped closer and nodded toward his cock.

“Get on your knees, Jordan. Time to suck some cock,” he urged as he reached out with his free hand and grasped the back of Jordan’s neck—he applied pressure and urged him off the bar stool. “Like Miles said, we got your back. You can trust us. Your secret is safe with us. Let’s satisfy that curiosity right here, right now, tonight.”

“If my secret is so ‘safe’ with you guys, why are you filming this?”

“You kidding,” Ty chuckled. “This is about to become one of those epic moments in the history of mankind. We have to tape it for posterity.”

Posterity and maybe Pornhub or one of those sites, Cameron thought as he focused his cell phone.

How the hell did this go south so fast? How did my little lie to get them off my back suddenly get so…?

“Yeah, Jordan. It’s kind of a win-win. You satisfy that curiosity and the three of us get blow jobs,” Miles reasoned.

Jordan’s head was spinning but he felt himself sliding off the bar stool. Ty’s strong firefighter’s hands were pulling him forward and then pushing down on his shoulders. The next thing he knew, he was sinking to his knees. As he came to rest on the floor directly in front of Ty’s cock and balls, he was struck by the thick, heady scent that greeted his nostrils.

Ty caught that nostril flare. His free hand left Jordan’s shoulder and moved to the back of his head. He gently pulled Jordan toward him, pushing his nose into his balls.

“Breathe it in, Jordan. Breathe it in. Get a good whiff of my nuts. Take in those scents. The scents of a REAL MAN’s COCK and REAL MAN’s NUTS. Take in those scents and let them permeate your brain and stoke those hungers.”

Reluctantly but obediently, Jordan followed instructions and breathed deeply, taking in the scent of Ty’s balls. The scent was thick, heady, a touch of Ty’s bath gel mingled with sweat. All came together to mix into Ty’s scent. Just his Ty-unique scent.

Satisfied that Jordan wasn’t going to bolt, Ty grabbed a handful of hair on top of his friend’s head with one hand and pointed his cock with his other hand; pressing it against Jordan’s lips.

“Kiss it,” Ty directed.

“What?” Jordan pulled back and gazed upward. “I am not gonna….”

“A good cocksucker kisses the cock he is about to suck to show his respect for it and its owner,” Ty reasoned.

Jordan’s head tilted. He didn’t think he had ever heard that before. He wondered why he hadn’t received that memo; nor, did he remember anyone ever kissing his cock.

Three pair of eyes went wide as Jordan sucked in a deep breath and then leaned forward. He pressed his lips to Ty’s cock and kissed it. He kissed the tip and around the head. He kissed his way down the shaft and back up. He kissed the tip once again.

“Good,” Jordan asked as he looked back up into his friend’s eyes. Ty nodded and winked. Yeah, that was probably more than Ty had expected him to do. It was certainly more than Jordan had expected to do.

“Open up, buddy,” Ty said softly. “Time to suck cock.”

Sigh.

All eyes were on Jordan. Even Woofus seemed to be watching.

“It’s okay, buddy. We’ve got your back. Nobody will find out.”

“Yeah, man,” Cameron said as he moved around the island from one direction—his cell phone already recording—while Miles came around the other way. “Your secret is safe with us.”

“Nobody’s gonna know, Jordan,” Miles said as he held his cell phone steady, recording it all. “You’re safe with us.”

“Just open your mouth and go for it, Jordan. It’s time to suck some cock,” Ty said. He held Jordan’s head more tightly and smirked. “You know you want it.”

Jordan opened his mouth and Ty gently slid his hard, thick cock inside—spreading his lips wide around it.

“That’s it, buddy. Open up and suck it.”

END of Chapter 2

To be continued.

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