Jordan's Dare - Chapter 05
Jordan’s Dare
© 2021
by
Jonathan Longhorn
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Chapter 5
“Damn,” Jordan choked out. “Volcano mode, dude?”
Miles grinned sheepishly and offered a shrug. He felt his cheeks color.
“I warned you that I cum hard and a lot.”
Jordan nodded. Yeah. That, he did. That, he did. But still….
“I think I have cum dripping out of my ears.”
Everyone laughed at that.
“Looking at the play sheet, I’d say that you’re up to bat,” Ty said as he pushed Cameron forward. Cameron looked a little hesitant, to say the least. “Go on, man. We need a grand slam here to knock this game out of the park.”
Cameron rolled his eyes at that. A ‘grand slam’ pretty much meant that the batter ‘did’ knock it out of the park. He chose not to peck and squawk about it though. He stepped up in front of Jordan and handed his cell to Miles who accepted it and kept filming. Jordan gazed upward until their eyes met and his face showed a number of emotions—maybe some embarrassment that his ‘game’ had gone so far south on him, maybe some embarrassment that the best and closest friend of his life had just witnessed him suck off and swallow their other two closest friends. Maybe some embarrassment that Jordan was still on his knees and he was about to suck off and swallow his best and closest friend. And maybe, just maybe, he was also awash with anxiety and nervousness at how Cameron was reacting and would react to what he had done and was about to do.
Jordan’s head tilted in confusion when Cameron reached out a hand.
“You wanna get up for a minute? Stretch your legs? You’ve been kneeling in the same position for close to an hour.”
“Thanks, Cam,” Jordan said as he grasped his friend’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled upward. To be honest, his knees were killing him. He was a strong, athletic, agile kind of guy but kneeling there for so long was starting to make his knees go from an ache to a painful, needle-shooting numbness.
As Jordan was pulled to his feet, his eyes locked again with Cameron’s. They stood there for several long moments and just seemed to fall into each other’s soul. It wouldn’t be the first time; the two had always had a deeper connection than most people—especially adult males—seemed to have or at the very least, admitted to possessing.
“You need a drink before we continue,” Cameron asked as he gestured toward the numerous offerings spread out on the kitchen island.
Yeah, Jordan could use a drink. He reached for his empty shot glass.
“No,” Cameron said as he grabbed Jordan’s wrist with one hand and pushed the glass out of reach with the other. “You’ve had enough alcohol. How about a bottle of water?”
Jordan studied his best friend for a moment. Just like Cam. Always looking out for him. Always watching over him. He nodded.
“Yeah, water would be good,” Jordan acknowledged. He still tasted Miles’ cum coating every centimeter of his mouth. He could even feel that coating in his throat. “Just water for now.”
Cameron nodded and started to head to the fridge, but Ty was already moving. He grabbed a bottle from the fridge and came back to hand it over.
“Here ya go,” Ty said holding out the bottle.
“Thanks, man,” Jordan said as he took the bottle, cracked open the cap and guzzled almost half in one go.
Cameron grabbed Jordan’s bicep and pulled him to the far end of the kitchen putting himself between Jordan and the other two. His voice came out low and even, firm yet not carrying very far.
“If you don’t want to do…this,” Cameron said with a gesture between his legs. “I’ll understand. You’re my closest friend. I won’t ‘make’ you do it because of a friggin’ Truth or Dare game. And as for the ‘consequence’ if you don’t do it, I’ll take care of those two.”
Jordan studied his friend intently. He loved Cameron. Fuck—but he loved Cameron. Maybe even more after that little speech. To be honest with himself if he was going to suck dick, just tonight or regularly, there was no dick he would rather suck than his closest friend’s. Sure, he would suck Ty and Miles anytime they wanted. He was discovering some things about himself as the evening progressed. One of those things, he liked having a dick in his mouth. But, he would rather have Cameron’s over anyone else if blow came to swallow.
“Thanks, man,” Jordan said finally. “But, to be honest?” He waited for Cameron to nod or shake his head or something. Cameron’s head tilted vaguely and nodded. He continued. “To be honest, I want to keep going. Sure, this started out as a weird game that went way south, way fast but, well, I want to see it through. I want to go for it. I want your dick. I wanna blow you. I wanna swallow you.”
Cameron studied his buddy for a minute. It seemed as though Jordan was dead set on this. Cameron’s cock breathed a sigh of relief—if cocks could do that sort of thing. He nodded and then motioned back over to where the guys were waiting.
Jordan finished his bottle of water as they walked back across the room.
Cameron began stripping out of his clothes as he followed. By the time he came to a stop in front of Jordan, he was naked. His thick cock jutted out at about a seventy-degree angle. It would be pulsing up against his abdomen before too long. Or maybe it would just finish engorging inside Jordan’s mouth.
“Take your time,” Cameron said. “Get on your knees when you’re ready.”
Jordan flexed his knees a few times and noticed that a pillow had been tossed on the floor where he had previously been kneeling. He looked at Ty and then to Miles who offered a thumbs up. That little bull dog had spunk. In more ways than one. He smiled and offered a silent nod of thanks before he focused on Cameron’s cock.
Cameron’s cock.
Holy fuck, his cock was beautiful.
Easily 9”. Uncut. Thick like a soda can. His balls were shaved smooth and looked like identical twin Ponderosa lemons; Jordan had been aware of the manscaping that Cameron did on himself for some time. There was a medium thick trail that rose from his crotch and spread up to encircle his navel. It faded out along Cameron’s belly but then a very light smattering of matching silken hair spread out over his chest. It wasn’t even thick enough to run fingers through. It was just a fine smattering. Cameron’s nipples were the size of nickels and the nubs stood out a good quarter inch. Jordan had always been kind of jealous of those nubs. He wished he had nubs like that. His lay nearly flat all the time. Even if he played with them, twisting and pinching at them when he jerked off, they barely hardened. In really cold weather, they might puff up some. But nothing like the normal state of ‘stiff’ that Cameron’s had.
His eyes rose up to take in Cameron’s square jaw with the cleft chin. Dimples. The left was more pronounced when he grinned or laughed. Cameron had high cheekbones that almost made Jordan wonder about any indigenous ancestry. His nose was strong and seemingly perfectly sized for his face. His brows were the color of that chest and trail hair as well as the precision cut style of the hair on his head. They were undeniable but not thick at all. He wondered if Cameron ‘plucked’. Did men pluck? He wondered why he had never asked Cameron that question.
Cameron was a stud. Pure and simple. He had grapefruit-sized biceps. Thick forearms. Dinner plate pecs. Rippling abs. His thighs were thickly muscled from years of baseball, football, wrestling, a stint in the military, and regular training with the department. He kept himself in tip top shape. He never drank more than two drinks any given time; but rather drank water or lemonade, sometimes iced tea. He had orange juice every morning with his breakfast. His diet was just about as stringent. He balanced burgers, nachos, pizza with salads and chicken, turkey, fish. He rarely ate red meat although he did occasionally go for a nice steak. The guys in the department teased him from time to time but there was no denying that Cameron was the perfect specimen. If anyone ever chose to do a ‘Men of…’ calendar, Cameron would be the prime choice of the 12 months and would probably be allowed to pick ‘his’ month.
As he sank to his knees in front of his best friend and took in an up close and personal view of that cock and those balls, Jordan licked his lips. Fuck! He wanted this. He wanted Cameron’s dick in his mouth. He wanted to suck and bob on it. He wanted to take his load. He wanted to swallow it. That produced another mental ‘fuck!’. Maybe his answer during that Truth or Dare game wasn’t quite so much a means of getting the guys off his back about playing the game in the first place; perhaps it held a tinge of ‘actual truth’ to it? A ‘deep down’ truth? Maybe he had actually been curious what it would be like to ‘do a guy’?
Yeah.
Maybe so.
Maybe so.
Jordan leaned forward and, like the two cocks before, he kissed the tip of Cameron’s cock.
He kissed the tip of his closest friend’s cock. His closest friend on the planet.
He kissed it again. And again. He covered the tip and the slit and the entire head in pecks. He kissed his way down the thick shaft and back up. He went farther and kissed those lemon-sized balls and licked at them. Tasting their smoothness. Going into sensory mode as he inhaled Cameron’s ball scent.
Jordan licked and kissed his way back up that shaft, feeling the veins and ridges; he paused only as Cameron peeled back the foreskin that completely covered the tip when it wasn’t engorged. The scent was stronger beneath the sheath but not unpleasant at all. In fact, it made Jordan sniff and deeply inhale even more so he could take in that more pungent aroma and mix it with the scents he had already let permeate his brain.
Cameron raked his fingers through his best buddy’s hair and took a gentle hold on his head. He didn’t force anything. He didn’t direct anything. He just finger-raked and held firm, finger-raked and held firm. He let Jordan go at his own pace. He let Jordan call the shots. For now.
“That’s it, Jordy,” Cameron almost cooed. “Savor it all, buddy. Take your time.”
Fuck! Cam’s a stud. Fuck!
Yeah.
Maybe so.
Maybe so.
Let’s do this….
END of Chapter 5
To be continued . . .
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