Jordan’s Dare

© 2021

by

Jonathan Longhorn

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Chapter 6

Jordan leaned in, his mouth opening more and more the closer he got to Cameron’s cock, and he felt saliva flooding his mouth. Yeah, he wanted to do this. He really wanted to worship Cameron’s throbbing cock. He was just about to take the head into his mouth when he paused and backpedaled. He felt his face flush. He looked up into Cameron’s eyes.

“Take your time, Jordy,” Cameron said. “There is no rush.”

Jordan nodded. He shrugged his right shoulder.

“It isn’t that.”

“What is it,” Cameron asked.

“You’re uncut,” Jordan said as he watched Cameron slowly snake his foreskin back along the shaft, toward the head of his cock. After it puckered up and over, covering the head and slit completely, he began a slow snake back down toward his balls. Jordan thought that it almost looked like an Anaconda shedding its skin—in reverse. And then, it was like the monster snake decided to climb into a new skin as it began sliding back in the other direction.

“Yes, I am,” Cameron acknowledged, confusion spreading across his face. Jordy knew that. It wasn’t like his best friend had never seen his cock out in the open.

“This is all new to me,” Jordan tried to explain. He motioned toward Ty and Miles standing a short distance from where he knelt between Cameron’s legs. “Those are the first two dicks I ever sucked.”

Cameron’s head tilted. Actually, Cameron’s and Ty’s and Miles’ heads tilted at the same time—and in the same direction—and at the same angle. It was like it had all been perfectly choreographed.

Jordan let out a frustrated sigh. He knew that he wasn’t explaining himself.

“I mean, um…. They’re…‘cut’,” Jordan said as he searched for a way to reword his thoughts. “I’ve never sucked a dick in my life before this evening. But now I have sucked two ‘cut’ dicks.” He waited to see if anyone caught on to what he was not so successfully trying to convey. Nobody jumped in to pull him to the shore. “I mean, um…. How do you suck an ‘uncut’ dick? Is it the same? Do I pop the cork? Do I leave it corked?” He shrugged again. “I want this to be good for you.”

A light bulb began to flicker at the back of Cameron’s eyes.

Oh. Ooohhh! Cameron got it now. Jordan wanted to know if he should unsheath it or just go for it.

“Actually, you can do either. Or, you can alternate,” Cameron explained. “Some uncut guys hate getting their sheath sucked. They argue that it takes away from the overall enjoyment factor.” He offered a faint shrug. “The sensation is lessened.” Now Cameron was the one searching for words. He could see in Jordan’s eyes that this was important. “Others, love having their cocksucker pay special attention to their sheath. They love the feel of it being sucked and slurped on—even nibbled at softly—some guys enjoy the feeling of it moving with the guy’s lips and mouth over the head and shaft as it’s being sucked. Others still, prefer that the cocksucker alternate between the two, paying special attention to the sheath and the shaft. There are some, who only want a blow job with their sheath in place at all times. The actual sucking ‘hurts’ their shaft or head because of how uber-sensitive they can be because of the sheath.”

Jordan nodded. Yeah. Okay. He understood. Okay. No, he didn’t. A blow job isn’t a blow job isn’t a blow job? He would have to hit the ‘net on that one sometime. Later. Certainly not right now as he knelt between his best friend’s legs and stared at that perfect cock a few inches from his face.

“How do ‘you’ like it,” Jordan asked. He felt the color rising again as the words spilled out. “I want to do it right,” he offered his own shoulder shrug and roll—and an expression of razor sharp focus. “For you.”

Cameron grinned and ran his fingers through Jordan’s hair. He sensed that Jordan was being nothing but completely sincere in that simple statement.

“I like both,” Cameron said finally. “I like having my foreskin sucked and slurped on. I like having my head and shaft exposed and worshiped.” Now it was his turn to blush a little. “Of course, I unsheathe when I fuck….”

Jordan’s head snapped upward; his eyes narrowed in concentration. Yeah, that made sense. It would probably be kind of hard to get the foreskin inside a guy’s….

Okay. Not going there. Not going there. Let’s not go there.

He tried to ignore the sudden pulse and twitch at his butthole lips.

“So you want me to alternate?”

Cameron smiled. He ran his fingers through his best friend’s hair once again.

“Don’t overthink any of this, Jordy,” Cameron advised. “I want you to work with your curiosities,” he said sincerely. “Explore. Experiment. Give yourself the opportunity to get a taste of what you are curious about and what you are wanting. You might not enjoy or like working the foreskin.” He offered a brief shrug of his own. “Some people don’t like touching, much less licking or sucking on an extra flap of skin.” He offered another brief shrug and an impish, teasing grin. “You might want to simply go for the main event. On the other hand, you might really get a rise out of exploring the sheath; tasting and feeling the texture of it as well as getting down on my shaft and slurping on the head.”

They exchanged a long gaze before he continued. “Right now? This moment? You’re on your knees more for ‘you’ than you are for ‘me’. One way or the other, I’m about to get a blow job from my best friend. ‘You’ on the other hand, are going to be doing the blow jobbing. This is for you, for what you are trying to figure out more than it is for me. I’m just sort of the…vessel…I guess you could call it. Tonight, anyway. Next time you get on your knees for me? I may skull fuck the fuck out of your mouth.”

Jordan felt a shudder go down his spine at those last words. Skull fuck? His cock throbbed in his jeans. Literally throbbed.

“Next time?”

Cameron grinned.

“Dude, you don’t think all of your curiosities will be satisfied in one ‘kneeling’ do you?”

Yeah. Right. As if. Fat chance. No way am I gonna…. Well, okay. No. Probably not.

Jordan had a feeling that he’d be kneeling for these three numerous times in the future. If they wanted. Did he want them to want him to? Honestly? Yeah, he did.

“Cum on my face,” Jordan said. “Face and down my throat.”

It was unclear who was more shocked by that statement—Cameron, Ty or Miles? Or, Jordan, himself. He looked even more astounded than any of the other three. But there it was. Jordan wanted Cameron to cum not only down his throat but on his face.

Cameron nodded.

“Do you want me to tell you before or do you want me to just start unloading?”

Jordan shrugged.

“Surprise me.”

“You got it.”

With that, Jordan leaned forward and restarted the kissing of the cock ritual. Once he completed that, he pulled back and studied Cameron’s throbbing cock. He was intrigued by the idea of sucking it but also, he was fascinated by the idea of lip-jacking it with the foreskin in place. Whatever he did, however he did it, he was ironclad in his determination to please Cameron through this blow job. This blowjob and any others in the future if they came back to a similar moment—without that stupid ‘Truth of Dare’ game, he hoped.

Jordan leaned back in and opened his mouth; he wrapped his lips around Cameron’s sheathed cock. The foreskin moved with each tentative bob of his head. His tongue went to work immediately. He began licking up and over the partially exposed head and the slit. He licked his way up and down the sheathed shaft. He slowly began bobbing farther down on it. Taking it in one inch at a time. When he felt the head knocking on the opening of his throat, he paused to suck and slurp and lick what he had in his mouth. He wasn’t ready to go deeper. Not yet. But he would be. He wanted it all. He admitted that to himself now. He just had to work his way into it.

“That’s it, buddy. That’s it,” Cameron sighed out. “Take your time. We’re in no hurry. Don’t rush it. That’s sooo good, Jordy.” Cameron grabbed his friend’s hair in his fingers again and held on for dear life. His mind was blowing here. His best friend was on his knees and he was sucking his cock. How the fuck he hadn’t known before tonight that Jordan was curious, he had no idea. But one thing was for sure. Unless Jordan said he was definitely not interested in coming to ‘this place’ again and again, they would definitely be right here repeatedly from now on. This place—Jordan on his knees. His cock pumping into his mouth and soon—hopefully—down Jordan’s throat. His cum basting Jordan’s insides. “You’re doing great, buddy.”

I wonder if Jordy has only been curious about sucking a cock or if he’s ever wondered what it would be like to get fucked.

“That’s it, Jordan,” Ty chimed in from just out of his line of sight. “Show Cameron how much you want that fat cock.”

“Yeah, Jordan, you’re doing great,” Miles added. “Be a good boy and suck it good. Make Cameron proud.”

As Jordan bobbed and weaved and sucked and licked and slurped on Cameron’s cock, his focus was almost entirely on worshiping this cock. On pleasing this friend. Almost entirely. Not ‘entirely’ entirely.

I wonder if Cameron would ever want to fuck me. I wonder what that would feel like. A cock buried in my ass, drilling me a manpussy. Breeding me. I wonder what that would feel like.

And, he wondered why he wondered that.

END of Chapter 6

To be continued . . .

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