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Chris Carr, aka  Cdawg

I Dare You!

The summer I turned sixteen, in a time a lot simpler than today, I was sentenced by my parents, along with my good friend Kevin, to attend summer school. They were concerned we would waste the summer away 'not using our brains.' "Idle mind is the devil's workshop," and all that shit, we've all heard it. Contrary to most kids, however, I liked school and that was fine with me. Guess it was just one more 'weird' thing about me, along with being teacher's pet, and having sex with my cousins, but I digress. In those days, kids didn't have the convenience of being shuttled to and from school by their parents the way they do now, so we walked. The school was a good twenty to thirty minutes from our neighborhood, depending on which route you took and Kevin and I always took the longer way home affording us more time to hang out. Friends since elementary school, we'd have a ball walking home, clowning around, empty windows from the homes we'd pass staring at us.

"You drink William Potts' pee," one of us would say.

"You lick his asshole" the other would counter, both of us cracking up at the absurdity of it all.

A common game played between us was one we called, "I dare you." Typical boys, always out to demonstrate their superior machismo, we'd dare each other to do something a little out of the ordinary. It was all innocent, one daring the other to call a girl from our school and make an obscene phone call or drinking some weird concoction like Kool-Aide with vinegar and hot sauce in it. Silly boy stuff, but on one hot afternoon in July, everything changed. Strolling along, no particular place to go, our conversation drifted to things sexual, a frequent occurrence. Neither of us had any real sexual experience to speak of, but that didn't stop us from dreaming. Various girls would suffer countless sexual encounters, a result of our vivid imaginations. Kevin was hot for this girl in our math class named Jennifer.

"Dangggg, I'd like to get that!" he spouted.

"Hell yeah, man!" I seconded.

"Like, what would you wanna do?" I asked, our sexual conversation making me horny as usual.

"Stick my dick up her pussy!" Kevin exclaimed, shifting his hardening dick in his jeans.

"Yeah, me too!"

"Man, that shit makes me get all hard," Kevin harped, taking a quick glance at my groin.

"Yeah, me too."

"You getting hard now?"

Glancing down at the bulge in my pants, I simply nodded yes.

"Hey! I dare you!"

"Aww, here we go again!" I moaned. "Ok, what's the dare?"

Kevin glanced at my bulge again, and with a sinister grin on his face he challenged,

"I dare you to take your dick out!"

"Right here?" I cried, looking around at the houses.

"Yeah! Com'on man, I dare you!"

"You crazy! Hell no, man!"

"Com'on, man, you took the dare. You know you can't back out if you take the dare!"

"What about you?" I countered, "I dare you!"

Kevin regarded me cautiously for a minute, then begrudgingly replied, "Ok, what's the dare?"

"I dare YOU to take YOURS out first."

The growth in his pants was so pronounced now, you couldn't miss it. That baby was just begging to be released, causing my own dick to throb harder in my pants.

"So, we do a double dare?" he asked, resigned.

"Yeah" I said, a smirk on my face.

"If I take mine out, you'll take yours too?"

"Yeah" I promised.

Kevin looked around warily, searching the blank windows for any movement then, to my utter shock, reached down and started unzipping his pants. His clean white briefs gleamed in the afternoon sun, and there was a small wet spot where his hot prick had started dripping. He reached into his briefs and pulled out his dick, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the head. It was almost 7 inches long with a bulbous, mushroom shaped crown and a long, lank shaft. Dismayed, I was caught between gawking at his stiff, tan-brown dick, and jerking my head around to make sure no one was around. I couldn't believe it, my best friend was standing right in the middle of Denker Ave., his hard as stone dick sticking out from his Levi's! He looked up from his ramrod at me, grinning like a thief who's just stole the crown jewels.

"Your turn" he said, waving his dick at me.

Nervously, I reached down and unzipped my pants, frantically searching the houses to see if anyone was looking. Barren windows stared back at me as I reached in and pulled out my own throbbing member. I glanced down, sizing our stiff poles up, my heart in my throat.

Whereas my dick was a sweet, caramel-brown, his was a vivid honey-brown. We were both about the same length and both VERY hard.

"Damn" Kevin said gazing at the twin boy spears. Engrossed, we never noticed the old lady staring at us.

"What in God's name are you all doing?" she shouted from her yard, shaking a rake at us. She must've come from her backyard because my earlier search had turned up no one.

"You nasty boys get out of here!" she yelled, a look of disgust on her wrinkled face. Mortified, we quickly stuffed our dicks in our pants and made a mad dash out of there, laughing so hard we could barely run.

Running for blocks on end, we arrived at this old, abandoned field close to our homes.

Hopping the fence, we scampered deep within the lot, eventually falling on the tall grass next to each other, still cackling.

"Dang, Kevin, you a fool!" I laughed, rolling in the grass. "I can't believe you made that dare, dummy."

Laughing uncontrollably, Kevin commented, "You shoulda seen the look on your face when that old lady hollered at us! I thought you was gon' shit your pants!" Laughing and joking until we were exhausted we eventually fell quiet, deep in thought.

We loved hangin out in that old field. It was our private playground, a safe-haven from the uncreative thinkers in our neighborhood. While we weren't frail, or unskilled in sports, we just weren't like average teenage boys either. We enjoyed reading books, and lively discussions on a wide variety of things from sports to music. When we'd get tired of playing basketball with jocks like Calvin White and his mindless cronies, Kevin and I would ride our bicycles through the neighborhood, pretending we were on X-wing starships, eventually retiring to our refuge. Kevin would always play Darth Vader, lord of the Empire, while I was always the valiant Luke Skywalker, hero of the resistance. Prancing around in the field, we'd brandish make-believe light sabers at each other, clashing in fights to the finish. Kevin, however, would never concede death.

"I had my force field on," he'd insist, refusing to falter. On other occasions we'd throw on our swimming trunks and stretch out on blankets spirited away from our houses, the field becoming our own private beach. Great figures from history would venture from our sea and commune with us, each of us trying to top the other with tales of fantastic voyages. Still other times we'd pretend we were on some distant shore, watching scantily clad ladies walking by or waiting on us, hand and foot. Today, however, we were both reflective, neither of us speaking as we wrestled with what had happened. Assaulted with the image of Kevin's dick, jutting out from his Levis, a bulge started growing in my pants. Glancing over at Kevin, I noticed that a visible mound had also cropped up in his pants. Although neither of us would dare admit our mutual feelings, we couldn't take our eyes off each other's developing hardness. Staring at his bulge, I got a lump in my throat when he made it twitch, the crotch of his jeans pulsing as he did.

"Wanna go to the cabana?" I suggested, my voice cracking. Kevin nodded his head, and we jumped up, prominent tentpoles in our pants, as we walked.

There was an old abandoned storage shack on the lot which Kevin and I had cleaned up and christened our 'cabana.' It really wasn't more than a floor with four walls, but it was sturdy and secluded enough to allow us privacy. We'd hung this sheet across near the back of the shack which served as a changing area. On extra warm days, we used it to discretely change into our swimming trunks before going back out to the blankets. On the rare cooler days, we'd stay inside, and play cards, or some other board game. Up until now, this had been an innocent way for us to get as close to being half-naked with each other without actually admitting it.

Stepping inside the door, we both took seats on the worn lawn chairs provided from our homes. There was no door on the entrance to the shack and between it and a few cracks in the plywood ceiling, we had adequate illumination.

"Wanna change?" He volunteered, his voice husky.

"But we don't have our trunks," I protested.

"We'll pretend."

"Pretend? What do you mean?"

"We'll just pretend our underwear is our trunks."

"Oh." I was realizing his intent. Reluctant to go first, I offered him another dare.

"I dare YOU!" His eyebrows rose, surprised by my constant counter-dares.

Hesitantly, he granted the dare.

"Whatever I do, you have to do more."

"Ok, but I dare you."

My dare countered, I was determined to not be bested.

"Ok."

"YOU go first, this time." This was becoming so exciting I could hardly speak. My voice quavering, I insisted, "Ok, but remember, whatever I do, YOU'VE got to do more."

"Ok," he promised.

Jumping up, I ducked behind the sheet. Still apprehensive about being the first, I chickened out, timidly removing my shoes. Stepping from behind the sheet, I think I noticed a hint of disappointment in Kevin's face. No doubt, he'd expected me to remove more. Returning to my seat I remarked,

"Your turn."

Kevin ducked behind the sheet leaving me nervously waiting as he 'changed', the sounds of rustling clothes emanating from behind the sheet. I watched him kick his tennis off, finally standing to remove the extra article of clothing. We'd done this several times before but I'd never felt as many emotions from watching Kevin's body move behind the sheet as today. Momentarily, he reappeared, his chest bare. I drank in his exposed, smooth pecs as he returned to his seat, my head spinning. Sitting down, he looked at me, declaring,

"Your turn."

I rose slowly, stepping behind the sheet. While this little game was driving me wild with excitement, I was wondering just how far we were going to go. My hands trembling, I removed my shirt as he had done, opting to remove my socks next. As I walked across the cool, swept floor, I was excited by the way Kevin's eyes were poring over my body. Sitting down, I announced,

"Your turn."

Kevin cautiously rose, stepping behind the sheet, our little game heightening our lust by the minute. After a few minutes he stepped from behind the sheet and I stifled a gasp as I observed his near naked body. How was it possible I hadn't noticed the way the muscles in his stomach rippled when he moved, or how attractive his sinewy legs were before? Padding across the floor, I followed his large, delectable feet, my dick growing harder in my pants. My eyes slowly scanned his body, from his legs up, stopping at his groin. His dick was pushing out the front of his briefs like a circus tent. He quickly sat down, a little unnerved by the canopy in his briefs, I suppose. Weak, I arose, stepping behind the sheet, removing my pants, choosing to leave my briefs on. Heck, he was the one that had to do more, let him get naked first. My briefs were sporting a teepee equally as large as Kevin's as I returned to my seat. His eyes followed my hard-on, consuming it as I sat. He lingered in his seat, reluctant to move, aware that this was it. The ante had been upped, leaving him the onerous task of being the first to fully undress. He eventually stood, ambling slowly behind the sheet. Observing the boy's movement behind the sheet, mindful that he was wriggling out of his briefs, produced untold feelings of arousal in me, the lump in my throat making it hard for me to swallow. Kevin finally reappeared, but he'd added a little twist to the game. He'd picked up his T-shirt and was holding it in front of his bare body, shielding his pronounced hard-on. His modesty merely stoked the fires of desire in me. Standing, I approached him, reaching out, and forming his T-shirt around his jutting dick, encircling the length of it.

"What do we have here?" I teased, alluding to the wicked imprint of his hard dick. Thrusting his T-shirt out he said nothing, his breathing audible as he peered at his hard dick.

"Move your shirt" I murmured, urging the boy to reveal his erection.

"Take your shorts off" he rebutted, his voice low, heavy with passion. Realizing we had a standoff, I relented, hooking my thumbs under the band of my briefs. Edging the fabric forward, I seductively revealed a portion of my dick. He gazed at it, the head still covered by the briefs, drooling. Staring at my dick, he slowly, deliberately raised his T-shirt high enough for me to see his hard dick, jutting out from his groin. I didn't think it was possible, but his dick looked even harder than when he'd pulled it out on the street. Sitting out from his body, erect, it throbbed, the skin around it so tight, the head looked like polished brass. Unable to endure anymore of our pretenses, I tucked my briefs below my balls, and reached out to caress his hard dick. Absentmindedly holding the T-shirt above his groin, Kevin stared at my hand as it slipped over his hardness. Mesmerized, he dropped the T-shirt on the floor and stroked my dick in turn, his hand discovering every inch of it.

"Your dick is so hard, dude" he commented.

"Yeah, yours too."

"Take your shorts off."

Eagerly, I pulled my shorts down, dropping them at my feet. We stood facing each other, our twin columns sticking out. I was so excited, I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. We were examining every inch of each other, drinking it all in. Suddenly interested in his smooth, muscular chest, I timidly grasped a nipple in my fingers, pinching it softly. His eyes closed as his erect nipple rose in my hand. Grabbing both of them, I twisted gently, causing him to exhale softly. Running my hands about his chest, I fondled and caressed his bulging pecs, eventually returning to his hardening nipples. This was heaven and I was eating it up! Kevin opened his eyes and placed his hands on my chest, his satiny hands traveling across the soft flesh, tweaking my nipples in turn. The sensation was so intense, I felt myself growing weak in the knees. Becoming more excited, we both explored each other's body, tracing our hands over every inch of our torso's, moaning and hissing at each new delight. Reaching behind him, I grabbed his luscious buns, pulling him to me. When our bodies coupled it felt like sparks of electricity were ricocheting off them. Holding him tight, I pushed my erection against his, our hard dicks performing a lewd duel. I thrilled to the sensation of his round, full asscheeks in my hands, groping and fondling them. He mirrored my actions, tracing his hands across my ample bottom. Almost as if on cue, we separated, drawn to the rigid protrusions growing out of our groins again. Enthralled, I reached my hand out, pulling the length of his spear through my hands. Kevin's groin nudged lewdly forward, thrusting his erection into my hand. He visibly trembled as my hand slipped over the swollen helmet of his dick. I pulled his dripping head through my hand again, dying to see him shiver again. He shook even harder this time, rising up on his toes as he thrust his dick out further, curving his back. I literally had his life force clasped in my hands. He was a helpless child, his dick dictating his every thought and movement.

"Oooh!" he whimpered, teetering on his toes. His dick was leaking hot drops of precum and I spread it around the head of his dick, torturously groping it in my hand. He tottered there between exhilaration and release, at my mercy. Slipping my hand across his sensitive glans again, I noticed that his chest started heaving and he was nearly dancing on the tips of his toes. He whimpered again, and then he blew, hot cum spilling out his pulsing dick. Still balancing on his toes, he swayed back and forth, almost toppling over in ecstasy as he shot. Cum popped out in large loops colliding with my leg, then tapered off, splattering between his stress-laden toes.

"Oooooooh!" he whined, as I stroked and coaxed the last of his precious fluids out. Finally tipping over, he grabbed my shoulders, steadying himself. I caressed his sensitive, spasming dick a few more times, thoroughly enjoying the way his body shivered as a result. Shaking and spasming through the last of his orgasm, his groin thrust out every time my hand passed over his bulging head. Eventually the sensations became so intense he couldn't take it anymore. He snatched my hand away from his dick, still quivering, virtually reduced to a mass of Jell-O.

"Whew!" he whimpered, shuddering again. Lowering himself off his toes, he hung his head down, panting, his hands still on my shoulders.

"Damn, dude!" he exclaimed.

"Was it good?"

"HELLLL yeah!" He sang, still puffing.

"Do mine!"

"Hold on a second, man, I feel dizzy," he said, trying to steady himself. Eventually he composed himself, standing to look at my stiff erection. Reaching out his hand, he gently tugged on it, applying extra attention to the swollen head. I couldn't believe the intensity of the feelings radiating out from my dick, shooting out to my wiggling toes and reverberating in my asshole. I'd learned to jack off at age 14, and knew the pleasures of stroking my hard dick, but this was totally different. Looking into his smoldering brown eyes, I swallowed, emitting a loud rasp, that lump in my throat like a basketball, now. We stared at each other, registering the significance of what was transpiring, relishing it. Fucking unbelievable! I was in the 'cabana', feasting on my best friend's naked body, and he was palming my hard cock! My dick lunging in his caressing hand, I understood why he'd raised up on his toes and shook so. Kevin was using all the experience from having his own dick stroked to bring me off. He'd already smeared my own juices around the head of my dick and was mercilessly frosting the head with his strong, sensual hand. His smooth, honey-brown hands urged the cum up from my balls, dragging me quickly to the brink of shooting. My body took over, as had his, forcing me to push my groin out, making my dick more accessible to his talented hands.

"Oh!" I heard myself yelp, my toes dancing on the cool, cement floor. Kevin never let up, his hand twisting and stroking my dick. My stomach started fluttering, and it felt like my dick was plugged into a live socket.

"Damn, Kevin!" I mewled, momentarily looking up into his eyes. He leered at me, enjoying the power he was wielding over my young body. I felt my body start a trembling that I'd never experienced before as my eyes opened wide in awe.

"Ummm!" I moaned, looking down at my dick. The palm of his hand raked across a bundle of nerves just below the head, and that was all I could take. Kevin deliberately pulled that sensitive area through his gripping palm again, and I felt myself falling. Gripping his shoulders, I held on, my pelvis jerking like a rag doll now, as my dick leaped in his hand, plastering his stomach with liquid-hot, sticky cum. Moaning like a banshee, I shot, painting his tight stomach muscles with volley after volley of boy-cum. Kevin pulled my dick masterfully, milking the cum out it, evidently, enjoying the cum-bath he was getting. We both had our heads bowed, our eyes fastened on my spurting geyser. I was shaking and jerking like never before, bellowing and moaning as the cum was torn from my taut balls. The flow eventually lessened, hot drops of it landing on the floor between Kevin's and my feet. Trembling and quivering, I finally ran out of cum, Kevin's gripping hand still invoking trimmers in my body, soft groans emitting from my mouth. With every passing of his hand over the raw head of my dick, I shook, and moaned, amusing Kevin who continued stroking long after I'd stopped shooting. Cum was dripping off his hand, and onto the floor, and there was an intricate pattern of the stuff, trickling down his stomach and into his pubic hairs. He finally released me, both of us flopping down into the lawn chairs, exhausted. When we'd caught our breath, he sat up and said,

"Was that good, or was that GOOD?"

"That's what I'M saying!" I heartily agreed.

"Dang, man, look at this mess" he said, pointing the cum running down his torso.

"You can use my shorts, man" I volunteered.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I don't think I'll wearing them home today," I said, mischievously. Kevin smiled, walking behind the sheet and retrieving my shorts. Looking at his cum-laden stomach, he started wiping it away, shaking his head.

"You sure do shoot a lot."
"I ain't never shot that much, though."

"Yeah, me neither" he said, tossing my briefs over to me. He flopped into the chair, his legs gapped as I wiped his cum off my leg. Neither of us was the least bit concerned about being naked in front of the other, anymore. Gazing at Kevin's naked, sexy body had a direct affect on me. Before I knew it, I was getting hard again. Kevin had his head back, daydreaming, unaware that I was on the rebound. When he finally did look at me, my dick was a proud tower, erect between my legs. He licked his lips, and sat forward, looking at it, his own dick filling. Devilishly, he uttered, "I dare you"