The Double Dare - Part 3

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All characters are consenting adults (18+)

I stared at my best friend. Despite what had just played out in front of me, it didn’t seem real. How many times had I sat in his dorm room throughout the years? Just the two of us. How could it be, that it was only now, years later, that Troy was asking me for something I’d dreamed about so many times before?

Jack laughed awkwardly. Evidently, he too, thought that it was a joke, but Troy continued to watch me as I tried to make sense of it all.

“Shut up, man” I scoffed, gauging his reaction.

“I’m serious” he replied.

I looked over at Grayson whose eyes were narrow. I could feel sweat on my brow, and my heart was racing in my chest. Troy was a joker. He’d always been a joker, but he was naked now, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to tell whether he was fucking with me or not.

“Come on, deal another hand” I eventually said, deciding to just ignore him, but nobody moved. “Dude, deal another hand”.

“I double dare you” Troy said, and then I knew that it was real.

Grayson mumbled “holy shit”. Jack looked as shocked as I felt, but Troy had spread his legs apart, and I couldn’t take my eyes off what was between them.

“You double dare me?”

He nodded. His lip was curled at the edge. Troy knew exactly what he was doing, but the question still remained. Why?

“Fine” I shrugged, trying to play it off. “You want me to blow you? Fine”.

I got to my feet, but kept my back turned to the others. My cock was becoming harder by the second, and I couldn’t risk them noticing. Troy, on the other hand, watched as my erection swelled. He didn’t say anything, but I could see him smiling.

“You actually want me to suck it?” I asked. “Like, suck it?”

“Yep”.

How was he being so calm about this? I was his best friend. We’d spent years together, and now suddenly he was asking me to blow him like it was nothing?

“Alright” I nodded again, but I was filled with awkwardness as I walked over to him. “Alright, well if that’s what you want”.

Our small campsite was quiet now, except for the crackles of the fire and the warm breeze rustling the trees above us. The moon lit us all up, and the shadows that fell across Troy’s perfect face made him look even more beautiful.

“You’re sure?” I whispered, and his smile widened.

“Come on” he replied, and flexed his cock, making it twitch as it began to wake.

I gulped loudly. This really was it, so with one more look back at the others, who were watching curiously, I got down to my knees on the dirt, and placed my hands on Troy’s naked legs. He nodded, and I took a long, deep breath.

I could smell him with each inhale. It had been hours since we’d all washed in the lake, and his natural musk had returned. He was sweet, yet strong. The aroma reminded me of our days back in college, when he’d wrap his sweaty arms around me after scoring a goal or even after a long day at the gym.

As I brought my face closer to my best friend’s junk, the scent became stronger. Sharper. More delicious. My cock grew as his thighs surrounded me, until my nose brushed off his meat, and I shivered.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeper. I wanted to remember this smell forever, and as my warm breath washed over him, Troy let out a soft gasp.

I used my tongue to guide his cock into my mouth. It felt heavy, and far smoother than I had expected. I caught the flaccid member between my lips, and allowed my tongue to tease the slit as I sucked more of it into my mouth.

I didn’t care that the others were watching anymore. I didn’t care that they might now realise the secret that I’d been hiding all these years. All I cared about was Troy.

He remained soft for a moment, so I easily took his full length until my nose was tickled by his pubes. He didn’t move. He simply sat there, breathing heavy as I moved my lips up and down his warm shaft. Seconds later, I felt his cock begin to swell.

It was minimal at first. His meat pulsed with each stroke of my tongue, and every time it did, it grew a little larger. I sped up, desperate to feel my best friend’s hard cock, as the taste of his prick made my own one leak.

It was difficult to describe. There was a slight ripeness to it, which wasn’t surprising given the heat throughout the day. Yet, I couldn’t recall a more delicious flavour.

Troy’s breathing had become more laboured once he became hard in my mouth. He had an impressive cock, but I’d always known that. Despite my best efforts back in college, there were times when I simply couldn’t help but steal glances at him in the showers. Now, however, it was different.

My saliva dampened every inch of him, but eventually it became difficult to fit him all inside me. My throat clamped down when his slick helmet pushed against the back of my tongue, denying entry and forcing me to gag.

I tried again. I needed to feel every inch of Troy in my throat, but the guy was too well hung. I plunged deeper, forcing my throat to stretch around his veined shaft, but again, I managed only to splutter and choke, and I heard him laugh a moment later.

“Here” he said, and with my mouth still latched around the middle of his shaft, Troy stood up, and I sat back on my heels. “That should make it easier”.

He looked down at me now, and I looked straight back up. His eyes were glassy and twinkling, and he gave me another slight nod as I swallowed his cock again.

Just like always, Troy was correct. This new angle allowed his rod to slide deeper into my throat, and although I still gagged as he pushed by my tonsils, I managed to get every inch down.

“Jesus” I heard Jack laugh, “someone’s been practising”.

I ignored him. In my mind, I’d been practising on Troy for years, but this was the first time I was actually getting to play out my fantasy in real life.

I bobbed my head back and forth, making slurping, gagging, wet sounds as Troy began to stiffen up and gasp. A sharper taste spilled across my tongue the quicker I moved, and I knew that I was milking pre-cum from his cock.

I wanted to savour the beautiful, salty flavour. I wanted to bottle the stuff and bring it home with me. It felt like a drug, and every time a bead of it rolled from his slit, I swallowed it down hungrily. I was becoming manic as I thrashed my head up and down his meat, and just moments later, Troy let out a long, deep moan.

“Alright!” He gasped, and held my head before pulling his dripping wet cock entirely from my mouth. “Holy shit” he said, breathlessly. “Just give me a second”.

He kept his two hands on my head as his large, wet cock twitched right in front of my face. His balls pulsed to the beat, and I knew that I had been just seconds away from getting Troy to cum in my mouth.

I wanted to return to the job. I didn’t care that my jaw was beginning to ache, or that my back hurt whilst in that position. I had to taste his sweet load. I needed it.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

We all looked over as Dylan stood at the front of the tent. His eyes were wide, but his brows were pressed down low. His mouth hung open in shock, but that wasn’t what any of us were focused on.

Between Dylan’s legs, his huge cock stood up from his impressive body at an angle. The large, pink head was already wet, and glistening under the moonlight.

“Are you guys gay?” He asked.

“Are you?” Grayson laughed, and pointed at his erection.

“No” he said, as his face softened, “but that” he gawped, pointing at Troy and I, who had remained in position since he appeared. “That is about the hottest shit I’ve ever fuckin’ seen!”