Date: Sun, 11 Jan 2004 03:56:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Dare You - part 1

This is a work of fiction and does not follow the rules of safe sex.  In
real life everyone should live with safe sex.

The usual disclaimers apply.

Roommates - Part 1

He was sharing a hotel room for the first time in a long time.  The company
he had started working for believed in saving money wherever it could.  His
roommate was Bob, the guy who had been teaching the ropes since he had
joined the company 3 months ago.  Bob was a nice enough guy, thirty
something and he kept himself in shape playing racquetball.  But that
didn't mean he was someone he wanted to share a hotel room with.

The only child of a wealthy couple he had always had his own room and
bathroom.  In college, his folks had always sprung for a single room for
him.  He enjoyed the freedom it brought.  If he wanted to bring a girl to
his room, he never had to worry about a roommate eavesdropping on his sex
life.  So sharing a hotel room with someone was a new experience.

Bob had been with the pharmaceutical company for 5 years, so he was
knowledgeable about the department and the workings of the company.  His
wife and family kept him busy whenever he wasn't at work.

They had gotten in late the first night, so there hadn't been much talk.
While Bob was in the bathroom, he had gotten out of his clothes, hung them
up and slipped into the bed in his boxers.  When Bob came out he was in
pajamas, hung up his clothes, went to his bed and read for a while before
falling asleep.  Dave was asleep not too long afterwards, even with the
presence of an unfamiliar person in the room.

The next day had been the usual continental breakfast, general sessions
with presentations, speeches, etc.  Lunch was a deli buffet and dinner was
buffet of pizzas, hoagies and beer.  The night's activities ended early, so
Dave gathered a couple of beers and headed back to his room.  Hoping to
have some time to himself before Bob got home.

He got the room and undressed to his boxers, pulled back the covers and lay
down on his bed to watch TV and drink a couple of beers.  He finished a
beer, his third for the night, and started another when Bob came back to
the room.  He obviously had been enjoying the beer as well.  He wasn't
drunk, but he was definitely loose.

"Hey, how they hanging?" he asked as he went to his side of the room.  Dave
gave him a non-committal grunt.

"Okay then, what say we watch some porn.  I hear they have some great moves
in the room. "

"Whatever," Dave said.

Bob had taken off his clothes to his boxers. He reached for the remote, put
a couple of full bottles of beer on his nightstand and took up a similar
pose to Dave's on his bed.  He used the remote and was soon searching the
adult movies.  He settled on one called "Putting on a show".

Dave was all ready to roll over, cover his head and fake sleep.  He didn't
have anything against porn, he loved it as much as the next guy, but did
really relish sitting here with the guy and watching it with him.

The movie started right out with this gal stripping and strutting her stuff
for a bunch of guys in a bar setting.  The guys in the movie were
encouraging her and giving her suggestions on what she should do for them.
She was fingering herself after having gotten her nipples to start up nice
and big.

"Damn, gets a guy horny, watching a woman do that," Bob said, reaching down
to adjust his boxers.  The gal went on to challenge the men to put on a
show for her.  Some gyrated for her and a couple stripped down to shorts.
Rods were obvious in the shorts and she got the guys to show their stuff
for her. She stroked their cocks and rubbed their balls for them.

"Hey come on, Dave, I bet I can give a better show than that, what do you
think." Bob said rising off the bed and gyrating the music of the movie,
his semi hard cock flopping in and out of this fly.

In spite of himself, Dave laughed, "Yeah, I bet you could!"  He said
laughing at Bob's antics.

"I bet you could do better."  Bob said pumping his hips in time to the
music.  "Hot young guy like you, you probably put on plenty of shows for
the girls."

Dave laughed again and shook his head.  He had been a bit hard as he
watched the woman rub her tits and then start working into her slit.  He
really didn't want to be flinging 'Harry' around in front of Bob.

"Bet you $50 bucks you can't put on a better show that I can.  What do you
say is it a deal?  I'll work it for five minutes and then your work it for
5 minutes and we'll determine who's the best."

Dave laughed and figured he would let Bob go first and get a good laugh and
then call it quits, so he agreed.  He was finishing his second beer, when
Bob started his routine.  He was still pulsing to the music, but he had his
back to Dave, pulling down first one side of his boxers, displaying a
cheek, then pulling that up and doing the other side.

Bob had kept himself in shape and his buns reflected that.  They were firm
mounds of flesh that grew concave when he flexed them.  Dave was laughing
as he watched Bob perform, he caught the movie out the corner of his eye
and saw the woman was jacking two guys while w third performed on the floor
between her legs.

Dave was getting hot watching her work the guys, then Bob turned around and
starting working the front of his boxers clutching what had to be his hard
on in one hand.  He was pushing down the tops of his blue oxford boxers
enough to show the tops of his pubic hair.  He turned his back to Dave
again and pushed the boxers off his ass completely, exposing both globes,
these he jiggled and alternately flexed.  Then he bent over and reached for
his toes, taking his boxers with him.  He was now naked and standing back
up turned around, covering his crotch with both hands.

He started shifting hands giving glimpses of his cock and balls.  His
miming of a stripper was hilarious.  He flashed both hands and revealed his
cock completely.  It was about 7 inches long and cut.  His balls hung down
and bounced as he swayed; now showing off his cock.  He took a couple of
strokes on it and then posed, hands on hips as he finished his show.

Dave was still laughing as he looked at the TV; the woman was now sliding
her ass across the guy on the floors dick, while continuing to stroke the
other two guys.

Bob laughed at himself and then fell on to his, cock slapping against his
stomach.  "Okay, your turn, Dave, and it better be good, or you will owe me
$50!"  He took a bottle of beer and upended it and nearly downed the whole
thing.

"Naw, there's no way, I am going to compete with you.  You win!" Dave said
rolling to his side to hide his cock that was threatening to spill out of
his boxers.  The movie was really getting to him.

"No you don't," Bob said, rising up on one elbow to look at Dave.  "You got
to give your show. Come on, who's going to know?  It's just us, and I
probably won't remember in the morning anyway," he laughed, "And besides
you got see me naked with wood, it won't be fair, if you didn't do the
same."

"What the fuck," Dave said and laughed, "You were a good sport.  Besides I
know I can do better!" The beer must be making him uninhibited, because
Dave found it hard to believe that he was agreeing to this.

He got up off of the bed, adjusting his Hawaiian print boxers, covering his
swelling cock, until his back was to Bob.  He took a look at the movie as
the girl let the two guys slide their dicks under her ample boobs, as if
fucking them.

The music was still pulsing and Dave started moving to the rhythm, swinging
his hips. He showed and flexed each of his ass cheeks as Bob had done,
showing first one then the other.  Dave was a swimmer and had the strong
tight butt and narrow waist of a swimmer.  His naked back was stripped with
muscles as he twisted and flexed his rump.  He decided for some reason to
drop his boxers at this point.  He pushed them to the floor and stepped out
of them.  He kicked them to the side with Bob's.

He turned now and covering his now rigid cock with his hands spread.  He
ground his hips in time with the music then whipped his hands away, showing
his swinging 8-inch cock.  His balls hung down low as he started pumping
the air.  Bob was laughing and encouraging him on, "Go for it, and show her
what you can do with it!"

Dave took his hands and started thrusting his cock into them, as he was
pumping.  He was totally caught up in the whole thing.  Then he remembered
where he was a stopped and put his hands on his hips like Bob had done.
His cock was dripping as he stood there.

"Wow, great show!  That was hot!  You win the bet.  That was incredible."
Bob said from the bed.  Dave looked at him and saw the Dave's cock was
still rigid.  Bob was really off in his own world.

"You weren't bad yourself!" Dave said, and then got an idea.  He had always
loved when he could get someone to do something out of the ordinary.  I
dare you to jack off."

"Here, in the room, in front of you?"  Bob was still laughing.

"No, outside on the balcony.  It is dark and no one can see you."  He had a
laugh to his voice as well.

"Sure why not, gone this far!"  Bob opened the drapes, slid open the
sliding door and stepped out onto the balcony.  He was now standing naked
out there and grabbing his cock he began to stroke away.  Dave stood in the
doorway watching Bob jack off.  His cock hadn't gone down any.  Being
exposed like this was turning him on.

Thinking what the heck, Dave grabbed his own cock and began stroking.  He
was blown away by this experience, standing naked outside his room,
watching a naked guy jack off and stroking his own cock.  His cock was
dripping as he gripped it tightly and began really pumping on it.  Bob was
lost in his own world as well, stroking his cock.  Dave matched the rhythm
that Bob was using and began to speed up as Bob did.

Dave was getting close, so he assumed Bob must be too.  "Catch it in your
hand, when you shoot." Dave told him.  Bob held his hand out in front of
himself as he moan and began to shoot.  Dave was shooting as well.  He was
shooting more and we greater force than he had in a long time.  Bob moaned
again as he finished shooting into his hand.

He turned and looked at Dave, "Oh shit, that was incredible.  I have never
done anything like that."  He was swaying just a bit, Dave assumed from all
the beers.  He looked at his hand, "What am I supposed to do with this?" he
asked Dave.

"I dare you to lick it your hand clean," Dave challenged him again.

"Fuck, I have never tasted cum before," Bob said, raising his hand to his
face to smell it.  "Can't hurt me any, it's supposed to be pure protein
anyway."  He stuck out his tongue and tasted a bit.  "Not bad.  Kind of
salty, sweet with kind of a bleachy smell."  He licked some more from his
hand and then continued to lick until he had cleaned his hand.

"Well, you don't have to lick mine up, I am just going to smear it over
your cock and balls to remind you that you did this at my request."  Dave
used his hand and wiped the cum along Bob's shaft, balls and pubes.  Dave
had never had another man's cock in his hand before, let alone wipe cum on
it.  He liked the control he was having over Bob.  He had jacked off once
of twice in high school with some guys, but had never held their cocks or
anything, just contests to see who could shoot the farthest or who had the
biggest cock.

"I have to go inside now," Bob said, "I have to piss something fierce."  He
turned to leave the balcony.

Dave said, "I dare you to piss in this beer bottle," handing Bob one of the
empties from inside the door.  Bob looked at the bottle and then out into
the star filled night sky.  He grabbed the bottle from Dave and held it
under his cock.  Soon Dave could hear the piss flowing into the bottle.  He
could hear it filling up.  Dave had another one ready, when Bob told him
that one was full.  The light from the bathroom night-light was
illuminating Bob, so Dave could see the yellow gold stream as it left Bob's
cock and entered the bottle.  The piss tapered off as it reached the
halfway point of the second bottle.

"Here, now hold it over here while I piss," Dave instructed him.  Bob held
the bottle under Dave's cock and Dave let the flow begin.  He quickly
finished filling that bottle and handed Bob another one.  Dave didn't stop
the flow as Bob switched bottles, so Bob got some piss on his hand.  When
this bottle filled, Dave took longer handing Bob another empty, causing Bob
to get more piss on himself.  When Dave finished pissing, Bob removed the
bottle.  They left the bottles on the deck and went back into the room.

The porno flick was just about over and the guys were shooting cum all over
the woman.  Bob and Dave lay down on their own beds.  It seemed liked only
minutes before Dave heard Bob softly snoring.  He was out, naked on his
bed, with cum and piss on him.

Dave lay there and thought about all that had just gone on.  He had gotten
off on getting this guy to do stuff.  He had also gotten off on being naked
and hard in front of this guy and exposing himself on the balcony, not that
anyone could have seen him.  As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered what
else he could get Bob to do and if he could get him to do it when he was
sober.

Dave woke first, with a piss hard on.  It took him a moment to realize
where he was.  He looked over to the bed next to him and saw Bob asleep
with a morning wood as well.  Dave got up and looking around the room at
the empties, remember the ones on the deck and got an idea.  He walked over
and got the empty ice bucket on the dresser.  He took the lid off and held
it in front of himself and forced his cock to point down into it.  It took
some concentration but he was able to get the flow going and began to fill
the ice bucket.

The frothing noise of the piss must have been enough to wake Bob, because
he stirred and asked what time it was.  Dave told him 7:30.  Bob looked
down and saw his hard cock and reached for something to cover himself with.
Dave laughed and said, "It's a little late for that, after last night."

"Did I really do all the things I dreamed I did, or was that a dream?"

"Nope, don't know what your dreams were, but you pretty much did everything
last night.  I would say that I know you a little more intimately than I
ever did before," Dave laughed.

"Oh fuck, Dave.  I am so sorry.  I have never done anything like that.  I
don't know what came over me.  Oh shit, I am so embarrassed.  Can you ever
forgive me?  Can we just forget last night ever happened?"

"No, I don't think I can forget it.  But not to worry, I wasn't offended.
I have to say, it was so different for me, but you really were the show."
Dave smiled.  "I'll tell you what, we'll just keep this our secret.  How
about every now and then, I give you a dare.  If you want to, you can do
it.  If not, it's okay.  What do you say?"

"You really won't tell anyone what I did?  Gosh, Dave, that would be
awesome.  I would be ruined if this ever got out.  But I think I remember
having a good time.  I guess I would pretty much have to do whatever you
told me, as I would be in your debt forever, if you never mentioned this to
my family or to the people at work."  Bob had a worried look on his face.

"Okay, then, we'll just work it that way.  I bet you have to piss something
fierce this morning, right?"  Bob nodded.  "Okay, before you do, I have
another dare for you."  Bob nodded again.  "I dare you to go out there on
the balcony, gather those empties out there and bring them in.  Then we can
move on to the second part of the dare."

"But it's getting light out there.  Someone will see me."

"Not if you are quick.  Besides, everyone is probably in the shower now
anyway."

Bob looked at the curtain leading to the balcony.  He looked at Dave and
then went to the curtain, opened it and then the door.  He stepped out on
to the deck, over to the table and gathered the four bottles out there.  He
walked back in, his dick seemingly harder than before.  "I was afraid you
were going to lock me out there," he muttered.

Dave laughed, "Maybe next time, if you aren't good!  Now pick a bottle and
I dare you to drink from it.  Now it is nothing more than recycled beer, so
it is no big deal."

Bob's eyes were big and round as he looked up from the bottles to Dave's
face.  "You want me to drink my piss?"

"It's not as bad as what you ate last night," Dave reminded him.

"How much do I have to drink?"  He said.  He sat the bottles on the table
inside and held a full one up to the light.

"Just enough from each bottle to see which one you like the best.  After
all there is one of yours, one of ours and one and a half of mine."

Bob made a face and raised the bottle to his lips.  Dave couldn't believe
he was going to get the guy to do it and the guy was sober this morning!
Bob took a swig of the bottle and then looked at Dave and visibly
swallowed.  "Hey, that is not bad.  Well, not as bad as I thought it was
going to be.  Just a salty tasting beer."  Bob took another bottle and took
a swig of it.  "That one is different, not as bitter."  He tasted that last
full bottle, "This one is the best!"  He took another swig just to prove
it.  Dave didn't know whether Bob was serious or just saying that to
fulfill the dare.  "Now can I take a leak."

"Sure, right here in this ice bucket.  I have already started it for you."
Bob took the bucket, looked in it and then back to Dave.  Bob's cock seemed
to have gotten harder.  He held the bucket in front of himself and pushed
his dick down.  "I am not used to pissing in front of people, when I am
sober."  But he concentrated and finally let the flow go.  And he was
pissing hard.  The fluid was gushing into the bucket.  The room began to
smell of urine.  Dave realized his own cock was getting harder.  "Okay, now
what?  Do I get a shower?"

"Yeah, of piss.  Go stand in the stall and carry the bucket with you.  I'll
bring these bottles."  Bob led the way into the bathroom and Dave followed.
Bob stepped into the shower and turned to look at Dave.

"What do I do now?"  Dave realized that he had Bob in his power, he was
doing whatever Dave told him to.

"Now, you are going to pour the piss over your head.  Slowly covering every
part of your body with it.  I hear it is called a golden shower."  Dave
watched as Bob looked Dave in the face and raised the bucket over his head.
He tilted the bucket and golden fluid flowed across the crown of his head
and into his face.  He then used it to pour some on each arm, his chest,
stomach, back, legs and crotch.  His cock was straining and throbbing as he
poured the strong smelling liquid over his cock and balls.

"You like that, don't you?"  Dave asked.  Bob blushed and nodded.  "You
want to beat off, don't you?"  Bob nodded again.  "Tell me what you want to
do?"

Bob mumbled, "I want to jack off."

"You want me to let you beat off while you stand there covered in piss?"

Bob nodded again.  "No, tell me what you want me to let you do.  And tell
me so I can understand you."

"Would you please let me jack off, while I stand hear covered in yours and
my piss."  He said, Then he looked down and said, "Please."

"Okay, you can."  Bob reached up and grabbed his cock and started pumping
furiously on it.  The piss soaked cock was making squishing sounds as he
fisted it.  "Do you want me to pour these bottles of piss over you cock as
you pump it.?"  Dave suggested.

"Oh, yes, please!"  Bob begged.

Dave took a bottle and began to dump the piss over Bob's pounding fist.
When he finished one, he brought up another.  He offered Bob a swig and he
took it.  Then Dave poured more over Bob's hair, letting it run into his
face before pouring more on the cock.  He reached around with the last
bottle and poured some of it down Bob's crack and the last of it across
Bob's pubes and balls.

"Catch it again, when you shoot!" Dave ordered.

Bob's eyes were rolling up and his toes were curling.  His body stiffened
as he let out a loud groan and began shooting a load into his hand.  He
shot several loads onto his hand.  He continued to pump his cock until
every last drop was out.

"Okay, now clean up that piss and cum filled hand."  Dave said softly, not
wanting to interrupt the spell that seemed to be over Bob.  Bob raised his
right hand to his mouth and began to lick it clean.

When he was finished, Dave asked him, "Did you enjoy that?"

Bob nodded.

"No, tell me you enjoyed that."

"I, I, ah, enjoyed that.  But I swear, I have never done anything like that
before.  You have got to believe me."

"Oh, I believe you, but I think our fun is just beginning!"

Dave continued, "You seemed to enjoy jacking, so I have another challenge
for you.  You have to jack me off and make me cum."  Dave stepped into the
stall with Bob.  "Have you ever had another guy's cock in you hand?"

"No."

"Okay, then this will be a first.  So go on, get started."  Bob looked
down, mesmerized by the site of Dave's swollen cock.  He gripped Dave's
cock and began to stroke.  Dave sighed; he had gotten quite excited making
Bob perform.  This was really great.  He always liked it when women took
hold of his cock.  But they never seemed to know what to do with it.  They
would twist it when they should stork and grip too tight or not tight
enough at the right time.  But Bob was going a great job.  "Yeah, that's
great, now play with my balls with the other hand."  Bob reached out and
began to fondle Dave's balls, rolling them in his hand.

Dave could tell he was getting close to the edge.  He always loved that
feeling as he drew close to the release.  Only the release was better.
Without giving Bob any notice he began to shoot.  Since Bob was in front of
him, he shot all over Bob's stomach and crotch.  Bob continued to stroke
Dave's cock, until no more came out, just as he had his own.  He released
Dave's cock then.

Dave said, "Do you want to taste mine?"  Bob looked down again and nodded
his head.  "Okay, go ahead and wipe it up and taste it," amazed that the
guy wa actually going to eat another man's cum.  Bob wiped up a big gob
from his stomach and brought it to his lips.  He stuck the finger in his
mouth and licked it clean.  He closed his eyes and savored the taste.

He reached down and scooped up more and ate that.  "Sweeter than mine."
Bob whispered.

"Okay, time for a shower.  You are going to wash me from top to bottom and
then you can clean yourself up."  Dave didn't wait for an answer but
started to adjust the water.  He handed Bob a washcloth and the soap.  Bob
lathered up the cloth and started on Dave's back.  He scrubbed Dave's back
and down to his butt and cleaned in the crack.  Then he turned Dave around
and washed his chest, pits, stomach and down to his crotch.  He knelt and
washed Dave's cock and balls carefully.  Then down Dave's legs and as Dave
raised each foot he cleaned it.  Dave gave him the shampoo and he did
Dave's hair.  When he was finished, Dave got out of the shower and let Bob
wash himself.  But first Dave noticed that Bob's cock was growing againg!

Dave dried himself and then got into shorts, shirt and loafers; the dress
for the conference was very casual.  When Bob came out to dress, he started
to put on boxers and Dave said, "I dare you to go without underwear."  Bob
put the boxers back in the suitcase and pulled on a pair of shorts, put on
a shirt and buttoned it up and put on his loafers.  They were set to go
down for breakfast.

"I dare you to unzip your shorts, have the head of your cock in the zipper
and walk to the elevator.  I mean with your shirt out like that you could
hardly tell."  Bob looked down, then reached down, unzipped his shorts and
let the head of his dick peak through.

Bob said, "I don't know why I do the things you tell me to, but I do.  I am
doing things I can't believe I am doing.  I will take you up on your dares
and trust that you are not going to get me in trouble with the company or
my family.  You have some hold over me.  I can only say that it makes me
feel incredible, alive, sexual and horny as hell.  So take care, I am in
your hands."

Dave smiled; he was really getting into telling Bob what to do.  As they
walked down the hallway to the elevator with Bob's dick poking out of his
shorts, Dave thought, this conference is getting better all the time.

To be continued ....

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