“Well….” Tim mused.
“Would it help if I dared you to do it?” I asked. I was pushing it.
“Well, I guess if you dare me then I have to, huh. But, I’m not going to be the only one naked, that would be weird. So I’ll do it if you do it too.”
“What? But I was prepared and brought my trunks.”
“Well, then I dare you” he said playfully.”
“How do you know I was gonna pick dare next? I might have picked truth.” I cried.
“I just assumed. Seemed plausible.”
“You know what assuming gets you?!” I asked
“I do, and that’s what I’m banking on. Now are you gonna honor the dare or chicken out?” He said firmly.
“Fine, but I’ll only get naked when we are outside in the dark. I’m shy.” I said stupidly.
“You’ve been prancing around in those cute little shorts, leaving your legs open giving me glimpses into your nether regions, and you are shy?” He rolled his eyes.
“Well, I guess there’s only one thing to do then.”
I walked over to him and quickly pulled his underwear all the way down to his ankles. He stood there stunned. I quickly leapt away to be clear from his grasp and made my way out of the living room. I stopped After I cleared the doorway, leaned back to pop my head back into the room and saw him still standing there in utter disbelief. I caught a good look at his cock. Even flaccid, it was 6 inches easy. His balls hung down to to meet his glands at the same distance. He was trimmed, so his black patch of fur that surrounded his cock provided a nice contrast to his circumcised, medium brown shaft and purplish mushroom tip. Oh, I wanted to see that thing up close. In that moment, I was tempted to get on my knees in front of him, minister to his majestic scepter, then let him take advantage of me. But, I wanted to keep playing games and building up the tension.
“You comin’?” I said.
I immediately pranced away as he started moving towards me. I had to turn away, unfortunately, to see where I was going. As I quickly made my way to the sliding glass door, I tapped the light switch on the wall turning on the patio lights. With great haste, I opened the just enough for me to fit and with barely dodging Tim’s playful grasp. As I got outside, I stripped my tiny shorts off, and flung them at Tim as he pushed the sliding door open enough to exit. I hit him right in the face, turned and dove into the pool.
Tim wasn’t too far behind. As I was coming up for air, he was jumping in next to me. I swum away to prolong the chase. We circled each other, but he didn’t try to catch me anymore. We started just lounging in the pool. Floating lazily, enjoying the cool water on the warm, summer night.
“I believe it is your turn, Tim.” I said trying to get the game going again.
“Alright, truth or dare.” He asked obligingly.
“Truth,” I said.
“Are you gay, or bi?” He inquired.
“Um, I would probably describe myself as bi. It’s easier than describing what I think I really am.” I shared honestly.
“And what is that?”
“Well, I consider myself straight. I’ve only dated women and will only have romantic relationships with women.” Another honest moment.
“So, did I go too far daring you to kiss me then?” He asked with an air of concern.
“No,” I said. “Let’s just say I regret nothing. Besides it’s my turn to ask a question, you’ve ask like three more than you were allowed.” I said indignantly.
“My mistake, curiosity got the better of me. I will save you the silly mantra and choose dare.” He said, soberly.
“I dare you to grab my ass.” I said lustfully.
“Gladly!” Exclaimed Tim.
Tim swam over and stood right in front of me. I stared into his eyes and waited. He kept looking at me while reaching around my back and grabbed my ass. He squeezed and also pulled me closer to him. I put up my hands and placed them on his chest to regain my balance and keep him from pulling me closer.
“Whoa. That’s not part of the dare,” I said with a flirty smile. He smiles and backs away.
“It was worth a shot,” he said. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I said.
He perked up, “I dare you to hug me,” he said tentatively.
“While we’re naked? But what if our penis’s touch?” I said in a jovial manner.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he replied with equal joviality.
I swam over to him and put my arms around his abdomen, under his arms, and wrapped around his back. He gently rubbed my back and squeezed my ass one more time. His soft, chubby body felt so comfortable against me. I liked that he was smooth. Obviously, he trimmed and manscaped. I rubbed my hands over his back to indulge in his supple skin. I noticed his dick was hard again and pressing into my stomach. I ignored it for the moment just enjoying the embrace before we parted. I looked down at his dick and pointed.
“You gotta keep that thing under control.” He looked down at mine and said, “you first.”
I guess I failed to mention that hugging him and all the thoughts that ran through my mind about what I hoped it would lead to might have made my blood boil. My dick was yearning for attention. I knew it was and I also knew it had been rubbing against his belly, but I didn’t want to say anything because at this point most people would just get on with it. Not me. I wanted to drag it out a little more. The build up of tension is very much a part of the excitement.
We separated and sat on the stairs of the pool, not really moving too far apart. I turned to him and made a suggestion.
“How about we change this game up a little bit? And by that I mean we choose whether the other one will do a dare or answer a question. Make sense?”
“I like that idea,” he said mischievously. “I choose truth, in that case, and I wanna know if you’ve ever given someone a hand job?”
“I see, so you’re just interested in my sexual past. Huh?” I said playfully sassy.
“Yup,” he said with no guile.
So I just moved forward and answered the question.
“I have given a few hand jobs. But, let’s be honest, anytime you fool around with a guy you’re likely to give them some degree of a hand job. So to be more precise, I have given several hand jobs with only 2 of them ending with them cumming on me.
“Now what I want to know is if you are a top or a bottom,” I said.
“I like to flip flop. I enjoy a good back and forth. Asses are so sexy it’s hard to pass on the opportunity to bury my cock in one, and a good cock inside me can’t be replaced.” he replied honestly. “Now you mentioned giving several hand jobs, just how many guys have you fooled around with?” his curiosity was piqued.
“Let’s just say it can’t be counted with your hands.” I replied.
“Do you enjoy giving oral sex?” he asked.
At this moment I knew I had lost control of the conversation. It was moving like a river, finding the path of least resistance. Basically, our game of truth and dare turned into a rather steamy Q and A.
“To be honest, I don’t for the most part. I will do it, but usually my gag reflex kicks in really soon and it just isn’t fun after that. Not to mention, some guys aren’t as hygienic as I would prefer.”
I felt the mood dampen a little from that because every guy enjoys getting his cock gobbled. But Tim was very supportive.