“But how do you do it than?” My shock must have shown because Daniel seemed really abashed when he answered. “Well, I ehm, just kind of wait till it is really late and they sleep and than I use my imagination. Or I do it under the shower. That is one of the few places they leave me alone.” That moment I really pitied him. “It is really annoying, they simply want to control all of my life.”
That moment really called for a drink and I left to get something from another friend of mine who I assumed still had something, but not before squeezing Daniel’s shoulder. It was the best I could think of that moment. I actually managed to get hold of a bottle of something and when I came back Daniel was still sitting in the same spot on his bed, shoulders slumped forward. I sat down next to him and handed him the bottle. While he took a drink I told him about something mundane I had seen along the way just to talk about something different. The conversation slowly started to become more light-hearted and after some time we were both laughing again.
At some point he said that he wanted to go on with the truth or dare game. It being his turn to choose he choose dare. And something I had already wanted to try for quite some time came back do my mind: “So you know how in the movies they always do shots out of the bellybutton of an insanely hot girl that than starts to giggle? I dare you to drink a shot from my bellybutton.” He burst into laughter. “You do realise that you don’t exactly look like Megan Fox right?” I just laughed. He than went on:
“Well I brought the game up again so I have to deal with the consequences.” I lay back lifted my shirt and poured it in and he actually drank it, although a bit clumsy. That was probably one the oddest and looking back strangest moments of my life, but it also was good fun. Nothing really came of it, I just let my shirt back down and we continued playing. Daniel however seemed to loosen up, probably because of the rising level of alcohol. Next up I choose “truth” and he asked: “How often do you normally masturbate a week.” That was the moment when I realised that he really wanted to talk a bit more about this stuff.
I was more than happy to keep the conversation going into that direction, so I thought about my answer and tried to answer as honestly as I could: “Well, currently I’d say roughly 4 times a week, when I was younger a lot more. But I also have weeks where it may only be once or days when I do it 3 or 4 times. It really depends on my personal mood and how occupied I am.” He nodded: “Yeah, that is the same for me. Sometimes more sometimes less, although I of course also have other reasons to not do it like I already said.” After a short pause he added: “Ok I am going to take truth as well.” I wasn’t sure if I should ask the next question but did it anyway.
“Did you ever have sex Daniel? I’d assume with your parents it be tough to bring home a girl.” He nodded again his eyes fixed on the ground. “Yes it is really hard. I am still a virgin.” That I did not find to be to much of a problem at that point I had also only slept with two girls. He however seemed to be rather unhappy with it. Not wanting him to get all sad again I interjected: “Don’t worry. It will all happen eventually. I’ll take dare this time.” He brightened up and got a mischievous smile on his face. “I dare you to show me your favourite position by dry humping the air.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. I crawled up on the bed getting on my knees in a doggy-style position. On arm stretched out as if I was grabbing a girls hair the other arm smacking the air in front of me as if it was the most beautiful butt I’d ever seen. My hip thrust forward first slow than faster and faster. After what must have been a good minute I even acted out an orgasm moaning and screaming “Yes baby”. I couldn’t really stay serious during the entire act. Neither could Daniel.
That moment I felt really comfortable. We both had fun and was I was looking forward to the rest of the evening. After our laughter had calmed down a bit, I asked him what it should be next and he answered with “Dare”. Now it was my turn to smile mischievous. “Well”, I opened up: “After you forced me to exhaust myself it’d be only fair if you’d help calm down again.
ou know I could really use a back massage right now.” He simply shrugged: “Ok sure, why not.” There was however an edge to his voice that made me believe he was not as nonchalant about it as he wanted me to believe. When I started to unbutton my shirt he looked at me with a perplexed gaze: “What are you doing?” I smiled back at him, throwing my shirt over to my bed: “Have you ever heard of someone getting a massage wearing a shirt?” There was a short nervous chuckle: “Ehm, I guess not really.”
“You see, it would be stupid.” I laid down on my stomach while Daniel was still sitting on the edge of the bed. “You going to start now or do I need to fall asleep before you get over yourself and continue with the game YOU wanted to restart?” The words were a joke, but they motivated Daniel to sit up turn around and kneel beside me on the mattress. When he laid his hands on my back I was surprised by how cold they were and abruptly shuddered. Daniel immediately asked me if everything was all right.
I told him not to worry and go on. He started out slowly and with little actual pressure, it was more like he was petting me than giving me a massage. However after the first initial soft touches he grew more courageous and started giving me an actual massage. It was, however, mainly a shoulder and not a back massage. When he asked me how it felt I poured that it was nice, but he also should work the muscles a bit lower down. He followed my instructions even though he was very careful not to get anywhere near my lower back or the waistband of my jeans. Still I was only able to suppress my arousal by focusing on my body and the round, kneading movements of his hands rather than on my thoughts what those implied.
It may sound weird, but focusing on the relaxation of my muscles is what prevented other parts of me from getting hard right away. After his massage had gone on for a few minutes and me wanting it to continue a bit longer I said “Truth” again. This time Daniel didn’t think long. “Have you thought about someone from our school while doing it and if yes who?” I tried to nod than realised that from his position he may not really see it and answered. “Yes I have.” Now I could of course only say names of the girls because telling him the name of a guy, even though it would have been true may come across strange.
So because I didn’t want to lie I simply said: “For example Laura and Jennifer.” He seemed to be contempt with that answer because he wanted me to ask him another truth question, so I did. “So when I saw you the other night, it looked like you had shaved pretty thoroughly. Did you, well how to say it? Did you actually shave your butt as well?” I wish I could have seen his face, but because of the way we were positioned I couldn’t. His answer was a simple: “Yep. Truth or dare?” Nothing more. So I said “Dare”, sitting up and effectively ending his massage. He scratched his head: “Hmm, how about you try to do the splits?”