[matt1995]

Charlie glanced down again at Zak's partially exposed shaft.
'You've been hard this entire time. I dare you to measure it.'
'Eight inches.' Zak said, without pausing.
'I said measure it.'
Zak tutted and stood up, then quickly walked into his bathroom and returned with a tape measure. It was telling that it had been in his bathroom. He let the front of his robe fall open and out popped his cock. Zak unfurled the tape measure, as Charlie walked over, and Zak placed the end of the measure against his pelvic bone, stretching the rest of it up his thick cock to the end.
Charlie looked at the tape. 'Seven and a half... You're lucky that wasn't a truth or you'd be sucking my cock right now.' A glance into Zak's face made Charlie realise he was overstepping his role. This was Zak's house, and Zak was in charge. Don't mock the Don.

Zak pushed the tape measure roughly into Charlie's chest. 'Now you.'
'I didn't say dare,' said Charlie, defensively.
'Truth or d... you know something. Fuck it. Let's just do dares from now on, yeah?'
Charlie paused. It was true that truths were boring after a while. 'Fine,' Charlie said.
'Then how big are you?' Zak said, looking at the slight undulation in the front of Charlie's robe.
'Two things,' Charlie said. 'First, that's a truth, which we're no longer doing. Second, I've never measured.'
Zak looked at him in disbelief, before saying 'Fucking hell. You are a virgin... Measure it then.'
'I can't,' Charlie said, unsure whether he should be embarrassed or righteous. 'I'm... you know... not hard.'
'Then get hard.'
'Okay... is there... can you put on some porn?' Charlie asked, tentatively.
Zak wandered across the room to a laptop on a desk, his dick flitting in and out of the open robe. 'What's your type?'
'Anything,' Charlie said. 'Just some normal sex.'

After what seemed like an age the zoomed in image of Charlie's penis left the large screen. Pornhub.com, across the fifty inch plasma, came on, and Zak clicked on a video on the homepage - some large breasted woman being violently 'pounded' by a middle aged bloke with an ugly arse - which came on. Charlie sat down and, sneaking one hand through the robe but not actually bringing his cock into the open air, began to touch himself. It only took a couple of minutes, lost in his fantasy world, before he became fully hard. Charlie got up and walked over to Zak. Gaining the respect from people like Zak was all about confidence. Charlie opened the front of his gown and pulled out his cock. It was far more impressive than that which had been on the screen. Meaty and with a thick blond pubic bush, Charlie placed the tape against it and measured.
'Seven and a half.'
He looked up at Zak. Zak was staring at Charlie's cock. His thoughts were imperceptible - his face a mask. More curiously, Charlie noted, his cock seemed to have gone soft. It had been hard for the previous twenty minutes of playing the game. Charlie looked back up at Zak's face. Zak was no longer looking at Charlie's cock, instead staring at a fixed point on the wall opposite. A glance down, and Charlie noted Zak's cock was rising considerably once again, to at least a semi.

'That's a good size.' Zak said, breaking through the tension. 'Especially for a guy your height. I think mine's thicker, but yours is still good... big, you know.'
'Thanks Zak,' Charlie said, and walked back to the chairs, tying his robe back closed. He wouldn't let the backhanded compliment get to him. Zak joined him.
'Now Zak,' Charlie said, 'It's your dare. Athletic guy like you, can probably suck your own dick, right?'
Zak stood up, and flicked off his robe in a single move. His cock was about three quarters hard. He jumped over the back of the chair, hit his keyboard so as to turn off the porn, and fell back first onto his carpet with silent grace. His knees went smoothly over his shoulders, his perfect unblemished ass in the air, and, as Charlie repositioned himself, Zak brought the tip and then middle and then the majority of the shaft into his own mouth. It was not his flexibility that prevented him going further, but the depth of his mouth. His smooth balls rested on his upper lip, and he gently sucked his cock for a moment. Charlie watched in awe. He had always seen auto-fellatio of that standard as a myth. Zak retracted, slowly unfurling and getting to his feet without even placing his hands on the floor. He walked back over to Charlie and, not even putting his robe back on, got in the chair.

'A dare for Charlie... A dare for Charlie... Do you drink, Charlie?' Zak pondered.
'Drink... Alcohol?'
'Of course alcohol...'
'Not really.'
'Then your dare is to do an entire shot of absinthe.'
Absinthe was one of the stronger legal alcohols, Charlie knew. He had very little experience with alcohol, excepting a few cans of cider his dad had allowed him. It also seemed to be dialling the game back somewhat.
'That's not... you know... sexual...' Charlie spoke slowly, watching Zak's face carefully.
'Fine Charlie,' Zak said, 'If you want to be a pervert, you can do the shot out my ass crack...'
Charlie paused, tilting his head in indecision. It was a dare. 'Fine,' he said.

Zak got to his feet and walked over to what had seemed an inconspicuous cupboard, but when he opened it was revealed as a mini-bar. He pulled out a large expensive looking bottle, on it an impressive sticker marking it as 80%. Also out came a very large shot glass, and Zak filled it to the very rim, before turning to face away from Charlie, still seated, and placing the shot impressively between his muscular cheeks. Charlie got up, removing his robe, so as to get lower on his knees, or simply because the mood and Zak's example suggested it. Charlie went down behind Zak, and brought his lips to the rim. He couldn't help but inhale, and much like he suspected, Zak's bum smelled of coconut. He had clearly rubbed something into it and his entire body. He smelled nice. Charlie tried to bring the shot down and the liquid entered his mouth. For someone who had only drank 5% cider before, absinthe was impossible. He swallowed a minority, but the rest he sprayed all over Zak's muscular cheeks. Zak moved forward in shock, and turned to see Charlie retching on the ground.

'Not good enough Charles. You need to do a whole shot.' Zak picked the shot glass up from the floor and quickly refilled and returned it to its place on his body. Charlie was struggling not to throw up, but returned to his knees and tried again for the full shot of absinthe. Charlie certainly managed a great deal more, but at least half the shot ended on Zak's nude person. Zak tutted, and went for it again. On the fourth shot, Charlie finally managed to swallow the entire shot. Yet Charlie was certainly feeling the effect now, and briefly struggled his way to his feet. Whilst he had swallowed about two shots, Zak's lower half, including his front as he had turned on the third shot when he believed Charlie to have drunk the entire thing, only to be greeted with a mouthful of spray, was covered in the rest. The haze of strong alcohol was thick in the air. Charlie, entirely naked, stumbled lightly into the wall, before fixing eyes with Zak.
'We're both covered in alcohol. You should take a shower. Dare you.'