Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2011 11:30:00 +1000 From: Jeff Albertson Subject: I Dare You I Dare You a story by plantagenet Disclaimer: This story is obviously fiction. It is adult material only: no minors allowed. I Dare You Those three little words got me and Alex into a hell of a lot of trouble this summer just past. If it wasn't him daring me to do something outrageous, it was me daring him. I used to lie awake at night just thinking about what I could dare him to do the next day. I'm sure he did the same. Our friendship was a bit unusual, for these modern times. Alex (or Alexander, as his mother called him when he was in trouble) is a boy of eleven, slight of build, with longish, mousy brown hair that his mother was always threatening to have cut. I'm Fay, without an 'e' on the end, short for Lafayette, and I'm nineteen. Yeah, I know, sucks for a boy's name, don't it. My parents were big into Scientology for a while around the time I was born, that's how I got it. So now you know what the 'L' stands for in L.Ron's name, huh? A bit like naming a boy Sue, like in that old Johnny Cash song. Guess I can take care of myself, too. That's really how me and Alex met - our moms knew each other, Alex's mom wanted to get somebody to help Alex get a bit stronger physically so he could stand up to bullies, and she mentioned this to my mom, who naturally volunteered me. I told her "no way! He's, like, a baby" but she wouldn't budge, and I gave in eventually. My mom said it would keep me out of mischief in the summer vacation, too, while I waited to go to College. So, my stupid first name, which led to me being fit and strong and handy with my fists, got me into this strange friendship with Alex. I'm not really sure which one of us did the first dare - I vaguely remember it happened after a training session when I showed Alex how to protect his face from being hit. We did some of our training sessions down at the Y, because they had some pretty good workout and boxing stuff there. Most times we just trained in Alex's basement. So, anyway, we were walking home (we live two streets apart from each other) from the gym at the Y, when we walked under a big old peach tree that was in somebody's front yard, but right near their fence. Its branches overhung the sidewalk, and it had only one fruit left on it, pretty high up, too. "Say, Fay" he says (he thought that was really funny - I could never find anything to rhyme with 'Alex') "how tall are you?" I stopped walking, on account of we were in no hurry to get home, and leaned on the brick fence of the house with the peach tree. "Oh, about six-four, maybe six-five, I guess" "Uh huh" he says, "and how high up do you think that peach is up there" he continued, pointing to the fruit. "Oh, shit, I dunno, about eight, ten feet. Why?" He smirked at me. "Betcha can't reach it" he stated, like it was a foregone conclusion. Well, when your name is Fay, you're usually always up for a challenge, but I'd just finished working out with Alex and I couldn't be bothered. I just grunted. "I dare you" he whispered, looking me right in the eye. That was it. That was how it started, I guess, that goddamned peach. No red-blooded American teen can walk away from a dare, so I climbed onto the brick fence I had been leaning against and stretched up as high as I could to reach the stupid peach, and just as my fingertips grazed the fuzzy skin, the little shit pulled my tracksuit bottoms down. Alex screamed with laughter as he ran down the street, leaving me to scramble at my ankles for my trousers. I had boxers on underneath, and there was nobody else on the sidewalk, so it could have been much worse than it really was. I was determined to get the little shit back, though. Problem was, I couldn't just pound his face in because, well, our moms were friends, I had committed to spending most of the summer helping him with self-defence, and there was still a few weeks to go, and he was a lot smaller and weaker than me after all, and, well, I guess it was pretty funny, and no real harm was done. But I was gonna get him, you can bet on that. Alex was waiting for me in his basement. I guess he wasn't sure whether the pounding option was still on the table or not, because he was standing behind the couch for protection when I came in. "You got me good, Alex", I told him, trying to sound cheerful and not vengeful, and sat on the couch. "What's on TV?" I asked, casually. Like some kind of timid feral animal, he cautiously circled the couch and sat down on the other end, still watching me, waiting for the counterattack. After I found some cartoons, Alex got over his nerves, so I figured it was time to get even. "You know, Alex", I remarked, trying to keep it casual, "that really was a pretty funny dare. But I bet I can dare you something you wouldn't be game to do" I had his attention now. Plus, I think he was kind of hoping for a way to let me get even with him. He was that kind of kid, I think. Alex's basement had a door that led to his back yard, plus of course an internal door that led back into the house. So I said "Since you like fruit so much, I dare you to go out and get an apple off the tree in your back yard" He wrinkled a face at me. "What's so hard about that?" "Well, since you pulled my pants down, you have to do it with no pants on. Take 'em off and leave them here on the couch, then go get the apple. I dare you". Grinning fiercely at me, he stood up and undid the snap of his jeans. Unzipping them, he shimmied them down his legs. Unlike me, he wore briefs, regulation white ones that I guess his mom bought for him. Wearing only his t-shirt and undies he opened the door and set out the short distance across his back yard to the tree. He was half way there when he heard me slam the door shut. "Hey!" he yelled as he prevaricated between going on for the apple or going back to bang on the door. I just wanted him to feel the mild inconvenience and slight embarassment of going out in public partially undressed, and I guess I wanted a little revenge too, I admit it. But it worked. Five minutes later he came back into the basement via the internal door, holding an apple and looking very sheepish. I pointed to his jeans and he gave me the apple, then put his pants back on. "This isn't over" he eventually scowled at me after we had watched a few more cartoons. "You just wait until tomorrow" = = = The 'tomorrow' Alex referred to was our swim morning at the local pool. We got there early, so there were no other kids, only a few lap swimmers and some old people doing their own brand of hydrotherapy. We both wore our swimsuits under our trackpants so it was quick and easy to change. We fooled around for a while in the water, until I saw Alex get this funny look on his face. He swam towards me and stopped, treading water. "Not many people around just now", he whispered, though he needn't have bothered. He could have shouted and not attracted attention. Kids always shout at swimming pools. The next thing he said nearly made me shout. "I dare you to take your bathers off", he whispered, smirking. I had a feeling all morning, and as we walked to the pool, that this was coming, from what Alex gabbled on about as we walked. So I wasn't too shocked. But a dare was a dare, so I just gave him a nod and reached down underwater for the string of my suit and untied the knot. I had a quick look around to see if anyone was paying attention to us (no-one was), and slid my suit down to my feet. I tried to pick it up from the pool floor with my toe, but I couldn't quite grasp it. Maybe that only works in cartoons. Holding up the bit of nylon in my hand, I grinned at Alex. "Easy", I declared. "You're not finished yet", he retorted. "You have to get rid of them completely - that means you can't be touching them. Throw them out of the pool". He looked around. "Over there will do", he added, nodding at the paved surrounds. I could see what he was angling for - first chance he got, Alex was going to get out of the pool and run off with my bathers. Well, I was way too smart for him! I threw the swimsuit to a different part of the pavement, just as Alex swam away from me. "Wow! She's taking her top off!" he gasped, looking behind me. I swivelled around, looking everywhere to try to see the strip show, but by the time I realised I had been fooled, Alex had swum to the side of the pool, climbed out and ran around to where my bathers lay on the pavement. Shouting with glee, he picked them up and ran to the dressing room waving them over his head. Fuming silently at my stupidity, I swam to the ladder and started to climb out. I had another look around to see if anyone was watching. No-one was paying me any attention, so I exited the pool stark naked, and sprinted to the dressing room. "Hey! No running!" I heard the lifeguard yell out after me. I was glad he didn't add 'No Streaking" as well. Alex was waiting for me inside. He didn't bother showering or anything, he just put his t-shirt on. I smiled grimly at him to show I had no hard feelings - little did he know I was plotting my next move. "Very funny, Alex - someone might have seen me!" "They'd need a microscope!" he jibed. That was a running joke between us, making fun of the size of each other's dicks. We had not progressed so far in our friendship to actually see each other's dicks, of course - it was just one of those boy jokes. But since Alex had clearly seen my dick when I got back under cover in the dressing room, I figured it was time to make the punishment fit the crime. "Let's go", I said, after getting dressed. We headed out of the pool and started towards Alex's place. Just after we rounded the first corner out of the pool grounds, I stopped. "Alex?". He paused at the sound of my voice. "That t-shirt you're wearing covers your swimsuit, so anyone in the street looking at you couldn't even tell if you're wearing bathers or not." "So?" he sneered. "So, I dare you to take your bathers off right now. No-one is about, and they wouldn't see anything anyway - not without an electron microscope", I added. He scowled at me, but he had been dared, and he knew it was my turn to offer the dare. He turned away from me and pulled up the front of his tee so he could get at the drawstring. He slipped the knot, and with a little sigh, pulled the clingy nylon swimsuit down his thighs and off. I held out a hand, and he knew that this was part of the dare also - he handed his bathers to me. "Very good, Alex!" I remarked sarcastically. Now let's walk to your place like two normal kids. We continued our journey along the sidewalk, but I wasn't quite finished with him yet. I flicked the back of his tee up, exposing his pale bum. "Fay! Cut it out!" Alex complained. A few steps later, I did it again - only this time I flicked the front up. "Fay! Quit it! You're making me get a boner!" he whined. "Oh really?" I asked coquettishly. Another couple of yards and I pulled both sides of the tee up at once. Alex writhed and giggled and screeched at the same time. "Fay! For christ's sakes, stop it! Someone might see me! They'll tell my mom, for sure!" "Tell her what? That you've got a really tiny dick? I think she already knows", I smirked. "Ha ha ha", he drawled. I flicked the back up again, then stopped walking suddenly. Time to spring my trap. I looked towards the sun, shielding my eyes with my hands. "Hmm" I mumbled, trying to be enigmatic. "What? What is it?" Alex asked, then held his hands up to his forehead like I was doing, looking for whatever it was that I was looking at. Before he knew what was happening, I swiftly grabbed the hem of his tee and lifted it straight upwards. His arms were already raised, so it was easy to slip the sleeves out over them. I ran up the street, waving the tee over my head in imitation of the way Alex had done earlier with my swimsuit at the pool. Alex screeched even louder than before, and cupped both hands over his crotch, doubling over at the waist. He tried to run after me, but it was more of a waddle. He realised that the longer he stayed out on the street naked, the better the chances he would be seen, so he uncupped his little package and tore off after me. I beat him in the front door by only a few yards - the little guy was getting fitter! I momentarily toyed with the idea of locking him out of his own home, making him suffer a bit longer, nude, on his fronnt porch, but that would be escalating the dare game beyond reasonable limits. There are rules, after all. I let him in and tossed him his t-shirt. He surprised me by not putting it back on immediately - he just grabbed it and followed me naked to the basement. "Do you often walk around your house like that?" I asked, switching on the TV. Alex sat at the other end of the couch, making no move to cover his dick, which amazingly was still hard. "Sometimes, when mom isn't here. You seen it all anyway, no need to hide it anymore." We watched a few cartoons, then Alex spoke again. "Can...can I see yours again? No dare, just...you know...let the tiger out of the cage, heh heh" I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I figured what the hell, I was bigger than him, and he wasn't going to overpower me or anything. Besides, this whole dare game might be his way of getting us together, and I wasn't against the idea. Mostly curious, if anything. I slipped my jeans and boxers off and tugged my shirt over my head. Alex stared at my package, and inevitably, my dick responded. "Remember you told me about the first time you kissed your girlfriend?" Alex said softly, still staring at the python as it rose. Now, I got to explain something here. When I first met Alex, he asked me if I had a girlfriend, which of course I didn't, so I invented one, wanting to look cool. Since then, every time I exercised with him, he would ask me about her, about what we did together sexually, and so on. It was starting to get hard keeping track of my invention, though. This imaginary girl was named 'Shelley', and of course she was good looking, killer tits, a knockout kisser, the whole deal. "Yeah, sure. Shelley's a great kisser" I replied, scanning my memory banks for all the details I had already told Alex. "I dare you to kiss me like you kiss her", the boy whispered. So, it looked like we were back to the dare game again. What was the big deal about getting me naked first, I wondered. Maybe Alex was just horny, and wanted to fool around some. In which case, I wish I hadn't invented a girlfriend, and I could ask him if he like to apply for the job, heh. But he had dared me, and I guess I had led him on a bit by stripping off, not to mention boning up, so... "Come over here" I whispered, crooking my index finger at him. I wasn't fully boned yet, but my dick was well on the way. Alex was still stiff from my surprise attack on the sidewalk. He scrambled over to me and lay on top of me. I wriggled a bit to readjust for comfort. "You guys use tongue?" he asked, and I had to wonder for a second which guys he was talking about, before realising he meant me and 'Shelley'. "Sure", I replied. Of course I had been on a couple of 'dates' - social events with other boys and girls which sometimes dwindled into couples who necked a little, so I knew what was involved. I kissed Alex on the liips, then let my tongue tentatively poke in between his teeth. He caught on fast (or he'd done it before) and pretty soon we were both writhing and kissing on the couch buck naked. My hands were playing the xylophone on his backbone, and he was trying to squeeze a hand in between our bodies to grab my cock. We broke apart for air. "Whew!" Alex breathed. "You're pretty good at this!" He looked into my eyes, expecting me to say something. I was still a bit overwhelmed at having an eleven-year-old come on to me - and a boy at that! But Alex couldn't wait any longer. "It's your turn to dare me" he whispered. "Whatever it is, I'll do it" Now, I know I can be pretty dumb sometimes, and I haven't had much experience with girls, and practically none with boys before meeting Alex, but I was almost certain I knew what he was driving at. I brought my hands up to his shoulders and gave the slightest downwards push on them. Then I whispered "I dare you to...suck my dick!" I was half afraid he wouldn't do it - up until now all of our dares have been more flirtatious than sexual. Even the lying on top of each other naked could be excused as juvenile hi-jinks. But a blow job would definitely be new and uncharted territory for our friendship. I didn't even have time to weigh up any more arguments for and against, as Alex wormed his way down my chest and found my dick hard and ready. I groaned at the first touch of his tongue, the same tongue that had just been inside my mouth. I could immediately understand why guys my age all raved about getting head from their girlfriends - the act itself was so much more thrilling than the simple words "cock sucking" can convey. I was grunting quite a bit at this stage, getting carried away by the multitude of sensations stemming from my penis, when a voice at the basement doorway made Alex stop licking. "I think you'd better head for home now, Fay". It was Alex's mom, home unexpectedly. We were so engrossed (and I was making so much noise) that we didn't hear her open the basement door - or the front door either, for that matter. Alex jumped up and grabbed for his clothes, and I did likewise. She wasn't hysterical or anything, she just had this disappointed look on her face. "Up to your room right this minute, Alexander. I'll be along shortly, when I've calmed down, young man." I was out the door and down the street in seconds - I didn't even waste time saying anything to Alex. We were so busted! I was sure his mom would tell my mom, and then it would be time to join the Foreign Legion, never mind college! I wonder do the French still have that? Maybe I'll have to join the Marines instead. I got home and lay on my bed, fully clothed, letting my breathing get back to normal, and waiting for the axe to fall. But nothing happened. My mom didn't phone, or rush home from work, or anything. She came home at her usual time and prepared dinner, like nothing had happened! Afterwards, a little after seven, the phone did ring. Just in case it was Alex's mom, I let my mom answer it. She took it in the hall. "Fay?" she called out to me, "It's Alex. Don't be too long talking" she said, and left the phone off the hook and went back into the living room. I cautiously picked up the handset like it was a live snake. "Hello? Alex?" I whispered. "Fay! Sorry about today. I never dreamed she'd come back early. Hope your balls aren't too blue, heh heh." I coldn't believe how cool Alex was being about it! "What happened?" I whispered urgently. "What did your mom say?" Alex sighed softly. "Well, I'm basically grounded for 2 weeks, can't leave the house. No allowance for a month...let's see, what else...oh, that's it, no cable TV for the rest of the summer. Did she tell your mom?" "I don't think so - nothing unusual has happened here so far. If she did tell my mom, the roof would have fallen in by now, but she's acting normal." "I didn't think she would. She pretty much decided it was all my fault, like last time" Alex answered. Like last time! So he's done this before! And been busted before! What the hell do I say now? "...Uh..." "Cheer up, Fay!" Alex piped in brightly. "I still haven't completed your dare. And since it's my turn for a dare, listen carefully. Mom said I wasn't allowed to let any friends in the door while I'm grounded, but she never said anything about my bedroom window. I dare you to come over here tonight so we can take care of unfinished business. Give it about another hour or so, that'll make it nine o'clock. Mom turns in early when she has to work the next day, so she'll be asleep. You're finished high school, so your mom won't mind if you take an evening stroll, I bet. And after we finish your dare that was interrupted by mom this afternoon, we can try one more thing" My brain nearly exploded when he said 'one more thing' - there was only one thing that thing could be! I could hardly believe Alex suggested that! And even though I expected my first time would be with a girl, I wasn't going to pass this up! I peeked around the corner to see whether mom was still watching TV, but she had gone upstairs to her room. "Be naked when I get there" I whispered before hanging up. How was I going to wait a whole hour? End