Copyright 2003 by Nathan Jones. Write me at thatjonesboy@yahoo.com
"I can't believe you have a TV in your own room!" Kasey whispered, as if maybe I was hiding the television from my parents. "Do you watch Parental Guidance movies at night?"
"What kind of movies?" I asked, stretching out across the mattress and staring at the slanted ceiling of my room.
"Parental Guidance movies. The ones your parents are supposed to keep you from watching." He was a big, horny mess. I hated to tell him that PG was a lame rating, since he seemed to think it was something hot and forbidden, so I just went along with it.
"Yeah, I watch them all the time. There's some really hot stuff on if you stay up late." Kasey immediately turned on the TV and began flipping through the channels as if he might stumble upon boobs. We didn't even have cable, and UHF was going to be a real eye-opener for him: Phillies games and reruns of Eight is Enough. Whatever gets you off, man. While he was doing that, I pulled my shirt off over my head. We also didn't have any air conditioning.
Kasey was going to spend the summer on our farm, ostensibly because his parents were having marital difficulty. Looking back, I'm pretty sure that Kasey was their marital difficulty. He was hyperactive, overgrown, loud, and sometimes violent. At fifteen years of age he was already 6'3" and 210 pounds, He had broad shoulders and powerful legs and arms. My older brothers had all moved out, and I think my mother was glad to have another boy to take care of, if only for a few months.
My bedroom was huge because we had converted part of the attic into a dormitory for my older brothers. When the last of them had moved out in April, I quickly claimed it as my own. I didn't mind sharing it with Kasey for the summer, though: we were good friends at school, and I was used to having other guys around.
Eventually Kasey gave up trying to find a 'Parental Guidance" movie on the TV, and he took off his shirt and stretched out on the twin bed next to mine. The four beds in the room were so close to each other that I could have reached out and grabbed his shoulder if I wanted to. We were both sweaty and tired after a long evening of playing Capture the Flag with my cousins, and we were both content to just lay there for awhile in the semi-darkness and wait for sleep to come. The only light in the room was from the floodlight that shone from the front porch onto the driveway. A little bit of it came through the room's single window, filtered by the thin white curtain.
"This is gonna be a great summer," Kasey said. "What are we gonna do tomorrow?"
I shrugged and said, "Hike down to Angela's I guess, use her pool."
"Angela's hot," Kasey said, and he made a big point of adjusting his crotch. Like just the mention of her name had given him a giant erection. I guess I was annoyed because Angie and I had been friends since we were in kindergarten and I didn't like the idea of Kasey scamming on her. "Speaking of hot," Kasey murmured, "it's hot as balls up here. What do you wear to bed?"
"Just underwear," I told him, although I was still wearing a pair of cut-off jeans over my jockey shorts. "What about you?"
Kasey glanced over at me. "At home I sleep naked, but I have my own room. You ever done that?"
"Yeah, but it's kinda distracting. When I sleep naked I get hard all the time and then I end up playing with myself."
Kasey slid his shorts off, and I went ahead and took a look at him. He had a really nice tan, especially when you saw it against the white bedsheets and his white underwear. The front of his y-fronts was all rumpled and I couldn't really tell how big his cock was. I wondered if it was bigger than mine. I slid my shorts off and saw that he was looking me over as well. I guess we both figured we might as well get it over with, so we both lay there in our underwear looking at each other's bodies in the grayish light of the room.
I wasn't as tall or muscular as Kasey, but I looked okay I guess. I was 15, almost 6 feet tall, and maybe 150 pounds. I had brown hair that always looked like I needed a haircut, and big blue eyes that made me look more innocent than I really am. I had already lost my virginity the year before with my friend Scott's sister.
"Truth or dare?" Kasey said suddenly.
"What?"
"Truth or dare," he said again. "It's a game. If you pick "truth" you have to answer any question I ask, and if you pick "dare" you have to take any dare I give you. And then it will be your turn to ask me. So-truth or dare?"
I thought for a bit, then said: "Truth."
"How many times a day do you jack off?"
I laughed a bit and quickly said, "Like three times a day lately. I guess I get hornier in the summer."
"Me too," he admitted. "Your turn."
I said quickly, "Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
I hadn't thought up a good question so I just said, "Who do you like?"
I was sorry I asked. He said, "Angela," and then said, "Truth or dare?"
I said, "Dare."
He kind of laughed as soon as I said it. "Okay, you don't have to do this if you don't want to, but I need a backrub."
"That's my dare?"
He rolled onto his stomach. "Yup."
I sat up, shifted onto his bed, and put my hands on his shoulders. It made me self-conscious because his back and shoulders were so much more muscular than mine, and his skin was perfect. I guess I wasn't rubbing hard enough because he kept telling me to do it harder. "When I rub your back," he said, "you're gonna see how it's done."
A few minutes later, he had me lay face down on my bed and then he straddled me. He outweighed me by about sixty solid pounds, and I gasped as his club-like hands began squeezing and pummeling my back. His thighs were closed tightly against my hips, really pinning me down. And it crossed my mind that I could feel his heavy balls against my butt, with just our sweaty underwear between them. He was really working me over, and I was worried that either it was gonna kill me or it was gonna give me a big erection. Guess which one happened?
He finally got back in his bed, and I didn't roll over so hopefully he didn't know that I had gotten hard. I checked to see if he looked hard but the room was too shadowy to tell. "Truth," he said.
I wasn't sure it was really his turn to choose, but I said, "How big is your dick?"
"It's seven inches exactly," he said proudly. "I measured it."
Mine was bigger. I remained on my stomach. "I'll take a truth."
"Okay," Kasey said, laying back across his mattress. "Now you gotta massage my chest."
I had never given a chest rub before, and it was doubly awkward because I still had an erection and I had to move to his bed carefully so that he couldn't tell. Well, I hope he couldn't tell. I closed my hands around his pecs, and I was surprised at how smooth and pliant they were. He wasn't as muscular there as he looked, but they felt nice. He had big nipples, and they were evidently very soft and sensitive because as I palmed them he let out a low moan. My cock was nearly bursting, and now I could see that the front of his underwear was tented. I ran my fingertips over his nipples, and he moaned again. This was awesome. He wriggled around a bit, and I knew he was adjusting himself so that his cock wouldn't show so much. "Truth or dare?" I asked him, but I kept rubbing his nipples lightly.
"Um. Dare," he whispered, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open.
"I dare you to sleep naked tonight."
"Done deal," he said, and he was wriggling again, and I realized he was naked. I didn't look down at his exposed crotch; I focused on his nipples and face. "Truth," I said, smiling a bit.
Kasey said, "What does your cock look like?"
I shrugged casually, but my hands closed more tightly over his pecs and I began really massaging his chest hard, like he had done to my back. "It's like eight inches, pretty thick."
"You gotta get naked too man, so I won't feel funny."
I smiled again. "Well, you'll have to give me that dare when it's your turn. Truth or dare?" I tweaked his nipples again. I was just messing with him now.
He moaned again. "Truth." Then he said quickly, "No...dare."
"Massage my chest," I told him, and I laid back down on my bed.
He didn't put his underwear back on, but climbed onto my bed and immediately began stroking my nipples. It was heavenly. He blew on them a bit, and I suddenly wanted him to suck them or lick them but I thought he would think I was a freak so I didn't ask. "Truth or dare?" he whispered.
"Dare," I told him boldly.
He didn't even say what the dare was. He just got up, grabbed the waistband of my underwear, and hauled them down. My dick got caught on my underwear momentarily and then slapped back onto my stomach. It was thick, hard, and proud. He got back to work on my nipples as if nothing was different.
Suddenly the floodlight outside went off, as it always did at midnight. We were naked in total darkness.
"Guess we better get to sleep," Kasey said, tickling my nipples with his fingertips. "We gotta play truth or dare every night."
"Hells yeah," I said, as Kasey went back to his bed.
I jacked off quietly in the darkness.