A gay adult story: Dares and Discoveries by trans_sending ,
I wrote this story for my own entertainment, but due to my girlfriend’s positive response to it, I’ve decided to post it here. Though it isn’t specified in the story itself, all characters are either eighteen, nineteen, or twenty years old. There are many scenes containing both gay and lesbian sex, so if this doesn’t interest you, I would warn you not to proceed. However, if you do continue, I hope that you enjoy.
It was late, just after two in the morning, and the thudding music finally died down as Jet walked over to his parents’ enormous sound system and turned the volume down to a dull thrumming. Most of the party-goers had long since left, and it was just six people left in the basement where there had previously been a small mob of dancing teens. Jet was one of course, as it was his house. He was a lanky guy with spiked dark blonde hair, his outrageous fur-lined jacket ditched hours ago to reveal his thin but muscled frame under his tight-fitting black shirt. The other five were Cooper, Edgar, Aria, Christabella, and Violet.
Cooper was one of Jet’s best friends, a seemingly eternally relaxed boy who despite being a bit short and always dressing in dark colors had a pretty powerful presence wherever he went. Part of this was the fact that despite multiple comments informing him of this, he insisted on wearing far too much body spray. However, most of this was attributed to his powerful sense of observation and his willingness to weigh in on the personal matters of friends and strangers alike, offering advice to anyone who cared. Edgar and Christabella were a couple, albeit an odd one. Edgar was a somewhat tall and athletic guy dressed in greys and whites with a quiet and reserved disposition. He almost never spoke at the parties, and seemed pretty uncomfortable in social situations, but otherwise was pretty relaxed. Christabella was his opposite, clad all in black and wearing various strange pieces of jewelry. She was a bit of a wild card, fond of the occult and also not one to be the center of attention, but she actually seemed to enjoy the parties regardless, hanging out with Edgar and close friends in the corner of the room, poking fun and laughing.
Aria and Violet were friends of the couple, the former being a lean and almost boyishly figured girl wearing a bright red athletic tee and blue jeans, laughing quietly as she sipped on the beverage in her hand. She was much more social than the rest, having been at the center of the party all night, pulling out some admittedly impressive dancing skills. It was only just within the past few minutes that she had taken a seat to rest, and there were beads of sweat on her brow which she wiped unceremoniously away with a smile on her face as they talked. Violet chuckled every now and then, emptying her cup and flipping it upside down before reaching for a cigarette. She was pretty mellow most of the time, but she could be fun if she wanted to.
They sat and joked around for a while, before Violet spoke up. “Any more booze, Jet?” she asked, taking a puff of her cigarette. She was dressed somewhat similarly to Christabella, in a dark faux-corset top laced with emerald green ribbon under a black jacket. She had positioned herself on the floor with her back against the couch, her legs disappeared beneath her layered black skirt. Her cleavage, however, was present as ever, as her bust was on the large side and she (likely on purpose) always seemed to have shirts at a size too small. “Not that I’m letting you get your hands on. I’d like to have some left when the night’s over.” Jet replied with a smirk, flopping down on a chair in the corner of the room. The group laughed at the rib, and Violet spoke again. “Fine then. But if there’s not going to be any liquid fun, how about a game?”
The room quieted a bit in interest. “Like what?” Christabella asked, leaning forward on the couch where she sat, between Violet on the floor and Edgar on the middle cushion next to her. “Dares in a hat?” Violet offered, grinning. Edgar sighed and rolled his eyes, but Christabella smiled and Cooper offered an “I’m game.” His expression was hard to read with his black and white bangs covering a sizable portion of his face, but his lips were upturned ever so slightly. Aria cocked her head, confused. “Dares in a hat?” she inquired. “Basically,” Jet explained, “Everyone writes their name and puts it in a hat. Each person takes turn drawing names, and the person who drew gets to make the person whose name they draw do a dare of their choice.” Violet looked to Aria expectantly. “So?” Aria shrugged. “Why the hell not?” Jet sighed through his smile. “Guess we’re decided. I’ll find a hat and some paper.” Edgar spoke up “I don’t suppose I get a say?” he didn’t appear convinced that this was the case. “Of course babe… but we already outvote you, so it doesn’t really matter.” Christabella answered with a kiss on his cheek. He exhaled slowly and accepted his fate.
Jet returned shortly after with the supplies, and soon each of the group had written their names and positioned themselves in a circle around the hat, dropping in their names. “And so I am doomed.” Edgar murmured as he let his paper fall with the rest. “Oh loosen up, Edgar. Have a little fun for once.” Aria chastised, rubbing her hands together. “So who goes first?” she asked. “You’re the first-timer, Aria. You go first.” Christabella suggested. No one spoke up in opposition, so Aria shrugged. “Alright.”
Reaching into the hat, she pulled out a slip, and unfolded it to read the name. “Cooper.” she announced. Cooper arched his back and rolled his shoulders under his hoodie, smirking. “Give me your worst, newbie.” Aria scoffed. “What kind of dares can I give?” she asked. “Whatever you want.” Jet answered. “Okay…” Aria starting, mulling it over. “I dare you to lose that stupid hoodie. It’s like 80 degrees down here, you freak.” Everyone chuckled, and Cooper did as he was told, shaking his head as he did. “What?” Aria asked, looking around. “Nothing, it’s just that we didn’t realize you were that tame and unimaginative.” Christabella teased. “What do you mean by that?” Aria asked. “You’ll see.” Violet answered. Now it was Edgar who spoke up, concerned. “Wait… and what does THAT mean?” Everyone laughed again. “I forgot that you’d never played with us either.” Christabella said through a smile. Edgar went to speak again, but was cut off by Cooper. “Are we gonna talk, or are we gonna play? It’s my turn now, suckers.”
Cooper stuck his hand into the hat, pulling out a slip and reading the name. “Christabella.” He turned to her, grinning, and she met him with a challenging stare. After a moment, he spoke. “I dare you to act like you and Edgar are here alone for two minutes, to show them what we mean.” Christabella grinned, as Edgar turned to her questioningly. “Is that some kind of code? What does he mean?” Aria looked on with similar confusion. “What does who mean?” She asked. “We’re here alone.” Before he could inquire further, Christabella pushed him back against the couch, straddling his lap, and pressing her lips onto his. In his stunned shock, he sat unmoving while she continued. She leaned her mouth in close to his ear, whispering softly “I’m going to have fun, having you all to myself.” His eyes danced across the room, but his focus was poorly swayed from his girlfriend, who now grinded his lap, her ass getting pushed well into view under her tight black jeans, a bit of pink peeking out from beneath.