[Non-Fiction] Finding Our Friendship

[Pineappled]

About the story: This is entirely true, and happened approximately 4 years ago. I am going to share the entire story up to every detail that I can remember, and as much of the dialog that I can remember too. This story involves me, who will be referred to as Jake, as well as my best friend at the time, whose name will be Stan. This story is about us two, however there will be a third person eventually, her name will be Rebecca, she is another one of my best friends. This story will be entirely in first person because I’m the one who both experienced it, and telling it. A last thing about me, I’ve been a lurker on this site for a long time, I want to say as early as 2009, so go figure that this story takes place around that time. Anyways, enjoy!

Every person experiences summer differently, for some teens it’s a time off school with friends at the beach, for others its time to play video games and stay up late. For me, it was a combination of the two. I like to hang out with my friends, the few that I have, and I love to stay up late hanging out with them. Something about the night time, and breaking my old curfew just made everything seem more adventurous. Every summer I would always hang out with Stan, and this summer is no exception. He and I are best friends, and since we only live a 5 minute walk from each other, we always hang out.

While Stan is my best friend, there are some things he doesn't know about me. For example, I hit puberty as I would describe, late. Maybe only a year before this story takes place. In that year I developed fetishes, as all people do. After seeing what truth or dare can really become from movies, or tv shows, I became obsessed with this game, “If I can play with a girl then…..” are examples of common thoughts throughout my day. I found it to be a way to have fun, while doing something “adventurous”. That is when I found this site, and more importantly the “Dares” section.

The second day of summer was coming to a close, I was home on my computer when Stan knocked on my door. We hung out for about 2 hours doing our normal stuff of video games, and Stan suddenly stood up and looked at me. “This summer,” he said with a certain charisma I wasn't used to, “is going to be different. We aren't gonna just play video games anymore!”

I understood, that is all we did. But there was a serious question that needed to be answered, “What do you want to do then?”

“Anything else. Lets go on a walk. Come up with ideas. We will chill at the park until we come up with something.”

The park we went to was about a mile from our houses, but it was a good park. It had swings, a sandpit, soccer field, baseball field, basketball courts. You name it, it was a pretty big park. Our trek there was mostly filled with Stan calling his folks saying he was gonna be home late, along with me telling mine the same.

When we arrived at the park and we immediately headed to the swings. At this time it was about 10:30 and the park, aside from us, was completely deserted. We must have been on the swings for 40 minutes talking about what we can do, will do.

Bike riding, walking, running, hiking, surfing, swimming, soccer, skateboarding, learning to cook, make a movie. All of those things were discussed and we agreed we would do. However after we figured that our summer was going to be fun and new, we both felt we were missing something.

“Jake, what have you been doing recently?” Stan asked out of the blue. “I know you been doing something without me. You’re always on the computer. You find a new game?”

When Stan asked me about a new game I blushed. I knew he meant like RuneScape, or World of Warcraft, but the first thing I thought of was truth or dare. “I uhh-” I stammered, thrown off guard. “I just have been on the internet, looking at stuff.” It was the best reply I could think of that wasn't technically lying.

“Stuff like GetDare?” He asked, eyebrow cocked.

Luckily it was dark out, and he couldn't really see my face, but I can guarantee my face went pale. I don’t think what I said next were words. “Euwah” I articulately replied.

“I’m literally over all the time. All we do is play video games and computer games. I thought I’d find porn on your search history. I found this site a whole lot more interesting though.”

Every word he was saying at this point made it feel like he was going to blackmail me in some way.

“I was going to just forget it, you never brought it up, and it would probably just embarrass you.” When he said that, I didn't know what to think anymore. Why bring it up then? Why now? I didn't even ask or reply. I simply waited.

“I took a look at the website on my own time. Looked at some stories, some dares, some truths. I can see why someone would like it.”

I was flabbergasted, I had no response.

“The reason why I bring it up Jake, is would you like to play?”

[Janetleehan]

No more? Please continue!!!

[Pineappled]

A million different thoughts were now running through my head. Is this a scam? Why now? Is Stan serious? I took a second, I looked at Stan, he looked serious, and it looked like it took a lot for him to ask. I wanted to play, I always wanted to play with someone in real life, but he is a guy. I didn’t want to agree, but something inside me said this might be my only shot to play.

“Yeah, totally man.” I agreed. On second thought, probably shouldn't have added the ‘totally man’. I still have no idea how far this would go. Maybe he only wanted to do truths? Maybe he didn't want to do any really difficult dares. I would have to approach this with an open mind.

He smiled at my response. “Awesome, lets start here. Truth or Dare?”

I wanted to feel out the waters. “Truth.”

He didn’t miss a beat, “How long have you been looking at GetDare?”

I thought about it for a minute. Should I just say the absolute truth? He probably wouldn’t care if I did say it. “About 4 months.”

My response didn’t phase him.

“Truth or dare?” I asked.

Again without missing a beat, “Dare!”

This is some dangerous territory. The first dare decides the atmosphere of the rest of the game. And because it was our first time playing, it would also say a lot about me, and a lot about him if he does it without question. I had to play it safe, but I knew what he was expecting. “I dare you to pee in the bushes.”

He gave me a smirk and started walking over to the bushes. With his back turned to me and his hands unzipping his pants, he replied, “Easy.”

Everything went silent for a few moments, until I heard a steady stream of urine hitting the bushes not 10 feet away from me. After a few seconds he was done and I figured I might as well break the ice, “Well, it sounded like you had to go!”

He looked at me with the same smirk he had when we started his dare, “Yeah, but now its your turn. Truth? Or Dare?” He added a certain emphasis on dare that made my skin tingle. I knew he wanted me to pick dare, he knew I wanted to.

“Dare.”

His smirk changed to show teeth. He looked like he had been waiting for this moment. “I dare you,” his eyes met mine, I started to get nervous. “to walk home with me.”

‘Oh that didn’t sound too bad’ I thought. “Alright, lets go home then.”

“I’m not finished.” He continued. “I dare you to walk home with me, but we have to continue this game on the way.”

Still not too bad.

“Alright no problem.” I agreed. We got up and started walking to his house. “Truth or dare?”

He looked at me and I already started to think of a dare. Before I could say anything though he made it official, “Dare.”

“Right.” I thought for a minute. “I dare you to give me a piggy-back ride to the next light post.” It wasn't a normal dare, but it was all I could think of.

He knelt down in front of me and gave me the go-ahead to get on. While walking he asked me, “Truth? Or Dare?” Same inflection on the dare.

“Truth.” I said as I got off as we had made it to the light post.

“How often do you play this game on the internet?” he asked, looking at me dead in the eye.

I was flushed red. I didn’t want to tell him the truth, I felt embarrassed by myself. I decided to answer truthfully, “I get dares and do them every weekend.”

He looked straight ahead of him, I could tell he was plotting.
“Alright, truth or dare?”

Why not? “Dare.”

He smiled. Not his smirk, but his smile. “I dare you to sag your pants and underwear until we reach the next light post.”

Interesting, but weird. I didn’t mind, but this dare told me he didn’t want to rush straight into it either. That or he was playing it safe. Either way, I pulled the back of my pants and underwear down till my entire backside was visible. I caught him looking, but immediately after looking away.

The game continued on for the rest of the walk, but became a series of truths. “When was the last time you went out with a girl” I asked, “Three weeks.” He asked the same and I replied, “about a month ago.” The game became pretty tame at that point until we rounded the corner near Stan’s house. It was his turn to ask me. “Truth or dare?”

“End of the game, might as well be dare.” I responded.

“Good. Now first, let me ask. What are the rules to this game?”

This isn’t a good omen, why would he want to know now? “Uhh…. I guess don’t tell anyone we played this. And no backing out.”

“What would happen if someone wanted to back out?” he asked failing to sound innocent.

“Uhh, I guess a punishment dare would be given in place of the dare that we didn’t want to do. That seems to be how most of GetDare does it anyway.” I replied.

He nodded. “Good. I dare you, to give me your pants and shirt, and walk home in just your boxers and shoes.”

Well this certainly came out of left field. “And if I refuse? What would the punishment be?”

He stopped and thought about his answer carefully. “If I tell you, you would have to do it. It wouldn’t be any better than the dare I just gave you though.”

I should have assumed this would happen sooner or later.

[Pineappled]

I didn’t have much of a choice, plus deep down I really wanted to do it. I looked at Stan, he didn't really have any form of expression. There was something in his eyes though. He was waiting. And he knew he wasn’t going to have to wait forever. I stripped off my shirt with no problem. Right as the shirt brushed past my face Stan’s hand was reaching for my shirt.

“I’ll hold onto your clothes and give them back tomorrow.” I obliged and gave it to him.

I could hear an audible gulp as Stan waited for me to take off my shorts. I slowly unbuttoned them, and looked back at Stan. His eyes were analyzing everything that I was doing. Every movement was being watched. I took one swift motion and lowered my shorts and took them off. I could tell that Stan was looking at my boxers, trying to get any look possible. I did have a small bulge starting, but nothing that was visible through the boxer material.

I handed over my shorts to him and asked, “When do you want to hangout tomorrow?”

“As soon as we wake up? I’ll text you when I wake up. We can hang then.”

We parted ways and I started my walk home. I avoided all streetlights possible, staying under the cover of darkness. Luckily it was about midnight at this point, and living in suburbia means that no one is around. I made it home with no problem, and upon arriving I noticed all the lights were out in the house. Perfect. Easy entrance.

[Pineappled]

As I woke up next morning I instantly remembered everything that had happened the night before. “Stan’s gonna text me when he wakes up.” I remembered, and reached for my phone.

*1 new message*

I looked at the time, 9:00 AM, he sent the message at 7:30. The message read: “Txt me when u wake up”

I replied simply with, “Up.”

>”When you want to meet up?”
>>”Now? I guess.”
>”Perfect. Want to meet at your house? My mom is home.”
>>”Let me check.”

I walk downstairs to see an empty kitchen. I look for my parents but no one is around. I call my mom. She informs me that she won’t be home till about 12.

I send a text to Stan. “Mom is gone till 12. Open house.”

>>”Awesome. I’ll come now.”

About five minutes later Stan knocks at my door. I let him in and before he is all the way in the house, “Truth or Dare?” He asks.

“Truth.” I reply.

Stan starts rummaging through a backpack he brought over. “How was your walk home last night? Anyone see you?”

“It was easy. No one was outside and no cars. Just in case I stayed in the shadows. When I came home everyone was asleep.” As I concluded Stan seemed mildly disappointed. He grabbed my clothes out of his backpack as we both went to my room and sat down on the floor. It was far enough away from the front door that if anyone did come home unexpectedly we had time to prepare. “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!”

He was leaning in, he was ready. I just knew that he wanted me to step up the dare from last night. “Hmm, lets see…” I said. I waited for a few moments before coming up with a strategy. “I can’t think of anything!” I said. I knew his response would dictate the way he wanted the game to go.

“Just step it up from last dare!” He responded.

That was obvious, but I needed more. Just how far did he want to go. I didn’t want to go too far, but at the same time I wanted to keep playing. “I dare you too…. uhh…. “ He seemed to be getting impatient. I needed to give something. “...wear the clothes that I did last night!” I thought this would be decent enough.

Judging by his facial response, I appear to have confused him. “...allllriiightt.” I thought I actually gave him something he would want to do, but I guess I missed the mark.

He stripped down in front of me. Taking off his shirt and pants with no hesitation. Standing in his boxers he motioned for me to hand him my clothes. I passed them to him and he put on the shirt and then the pants. “Truth or dare?” he asked.

I didn’t want to risk saying truth. He looked anxious and I was curious how he wanted to accelerate the game. “Dare.”

[KingSmith]

Keep it going! This is bound to be a good one.

[Pineappled]

A silence fell over us. A million thoughts ran through my head, all telling me that we should end this game, and that I shouldn’t do whatever he was about to dare me. But one thought stood out beyond the rest, and that thought was telling me I would have more fun doing the dare, than quitting.

“Before I tell you your dare, can I ask a question. This isn’t a truth, I’m just curious, I’ll answer it too.”

I was definitely surprised. “Sure? I guess. Ask away.”

“You said you went on GetDare often. What do you mostly do on the site?” He asked.

“Uhh, what do you mean?”

“Like, do you spend most of your time on the dares portion? Or the stories? Or the online truth or dares chatrooms?”

“Oh, uhh…. stories I guess? Otherwise the chatrooms.”

“And you’ve read a lot of the stories?”

“I’ve read some good ones…. What about you?”

He took a breath and looked me square in the eye. “I spend most of my time on the stories, but I do spend a good amount on the chatrooms. In fact I got a few ideas from a user last night.”

“Why does it matter?” I asked him.

“Well it matters because I need to know how much you are prepared for. Or expecting. I personally hate a story that goes 20 chapters without any real dares. It bores me, because we are playing and we get to control that… no more boring dares. I dare you to strip.”

“To strip….?” I replied.

He nodded.

I stood up, and took off my shirt and shorts with no problem. Left in my boxers I looked at Stan, he motioned with his eyebrows ‘you think you’re done?’. I got the message loud and clear, he wanted me to strip naked. He wanted to put the pedal to the metal on this game, and I obliged.

[Pineappled]

Grasping the waistband of my boxers, I knew that this game was could get exactly how the stories seemed. Whenever I read a story on getdare I always assumed, even the non-fiction ones, were a tiny bit made up. After this experience, and the pure speed this game was moving at, I knew it wasn’t fake.

I looked down, I could feel my bulge, and unfortunately I can see it too. I knew that if I could see it, Stan could see it too. I saw Stan physically lean in, I had a feeling if I didn’t take off my boxers, he would.

I closed my eyes and dropped my boxers. My semi flaccid penis bounced out, and it was the first time that I could remember than anyone has seen me naked. Like I said earlier, I was a late start with the whole puberty thing, I never really shaved, or thought that I was supposed to. I had a full bush and that more than my penis is what Stan reacted to. “Holy shit, you never manscape do you???”

I was embarrassed. “You mean cut my pubes? No man, thats gay.”

“No, its not gay! Its hygiene.” He seemed offended.

I covered my nakedness and sat down facing him. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare me!” He was excited, more than usual.

I could dare him the same thing he dared me, I knew thats what he wanted. It wasn’t original, but its what he wanted. “I dare you to give me your underwear.”

He looked at me funny, but started to undress. He stood up, and was about a foot away from me. In one fast motion he took off his shorts and looked at me, as if to make sure I was not checking him out. His eye contact with me was unwavering as he slid his boxers down and threw them at me. I stood up to put his boxers on, at the same time it was hard to miss what he was presenting.

“Yeah, I’m proud of it.” He said, admiring it.

I must have been fully red. My friend who is about 6 inches shorter than me, has a penis that looks like it can eat mine.

I felt embarrassed. I put his boxers on, which felt especially airy on me, and sat down to continue the game.

“Truth or dare?” He asked, sitting with his legs stretched out, not trying to cover at all.

“Dare.” Why did I say that?

“Perfect. I dare you to only take dares for now on.” He expressed with a devilish grin.

“Dude, cmon that takes away from the game.”

He sighed, “Fine, I’ll do it too, but I get to dare you again though.”

“I guess, but nothing too bad since you technically already gave me one.”

“Oh this wont be too bad. I dare you to…..” He pretended to genuinely think of a dare, but I knew he already had one. “I dare you to continue wearing my boxers, but on your head.”

Great.

[omgedu04]

It's great. Keep it going!

[Tom_claw]

Hello, keep going with the story. Its really interesting now.

[MissPersuasion]

You should really pick up where you left off! lol

[Nick]

Great story! Sounds like you had a really good time, can't wait to hear what happened next!

[Pineappled]

I lifted my legs and stripped off Stan’s boxers, his erection was tensing as soon as he saw my newly exposed flesh. I put his boxers on my head and crossed my legs trying to cover up a little. “Okay, so dares only right?” I asked.

He nodded, barely paying attention to what I said.

“Alright.” I want to dare him something so we wouldn’t have to be staring at eachother naked. I was stuck, I couldn’t think of anything. Then I remembered when we were at the park. “Hey, remember at the park, how we decided we are gonna do a bunch of stuff this summer to make it fun?”

He looked at me puzzled. “Yeah, but we are making it fun right now.”

“True, but why don’t we do other stuff on top of this? I dare you to go swimming, right now.”

He was stunned. “Right now? Like naked?”

I nodded.

“Is the pool even warm?”

We got up and walked over to the pool thermostat. It read 88 degrees F. “Looks warm enough, all you gotta do is dive in and swim for twenty seconds.”

He looked at me, almost scared, “Can your neighbors see me?”

Good point. “Uhh, if we are loud, then they might look, so lets be quiet and they shouldn’t have any reason to look.”
We walked outside to my pool. Stan looked at me still obviously unsure about this.

I walked over to him and whispered, “Look, I’m here too. We’re both naked, just hurry up and we can go back inside. I have a towel right here for you.”

Without a second more of hesitation he dived in. Nearly immediately after he shot up and nearly yelled, “ITS SO COLD DUDE!” I motioned for him to be quiet, and he started swimming quietly.

After the twenty seconds were up I motioned for him to get out and held a towel out for him. When he got out of the pool however, I couldn’t help but laugh. He looked down, and saw what the cold pool water truly can do to a man.

“So thats what it normally looks like. Its kinda cute.” I said mockingly. I would later come to regret saying that.

He was nearly furious. “Yeah, funny, hand me the towel.”

He dried off and we went inside and back to my room.

[Pineappled]

I closed my bedroom door behind me, as I turned around I noticed Stan had his back turned to me. His arms were in front of him and he was on his toes. “Dude, what are you doing?” I asked. He turned around, which answered my question.

As he was massaging his growing erection he told me, “I’m going to need this for your dare.”

I think I lost my breath at that point. What?!? What would he dare me that he needed a full erection for? What did I get myself into?

He went to my desk and rummaged around for a little bit. I didn’t dare ask what he was looking for. “Bingo.”

He turned around at full mast and presented a ruler. “My next dare is for you to measure. I’ll measure to, as a sign of good will.”

It wasn’t a sign of good will, we both could see he had a bigger dick than me, he just wanted to prove it because of that stupid remark I made.

I put the ruler up to my mostly erect penis. He read it aloud “Only 5 inches. Thats not as bad as I thought!”

Well, it wasn’t fully erect, but I don’t think that will add on too much more. I just wanted to get this embarrassment over with. I handed him the ruler. “Oh look! 7 inches! Thats way more than I thought.” Stan had his trademark grin.

I think I need to knock him down a peg. “I have an idea.” I said to him. “Lets change this up a little.”

“Oh yeah? How so?” he asked.

“Well, you like to gamble right?”

He nodded.

“Well, how about we play some poker?”

“Uhh, okay. I don’t have any money.”

“It won’t be for money.” This time I had the grin. “It will be for dares.”

The confusion on his face was priceless. “I don’t understand. How will we gamble dares?”

“Easy. We will play 3 rounds. You write 3 dares, of increasing difficulty and assign them levels. For example a level 1 dare would be: Dare the other person to do 5 push-ups nude. And then a level 2 dare would be something slightly more difficult. Understand?”

“Uhhh…. Kinda. So we are writing dares for the other to do?”

“Right. If you lost the first round after you bet that dare then you can’t dare me that, but I dare you that, along with the dare that I had bet.”

He was still confused. “So, lets say I lost my level 1 and 2 dares to you. I only have 1 left. Whats that worth?”

“Uhh… I can bet you any value of dares that equal that number or more. So I can bet you my level 3 dare, or I can bet you your level 1 and 2, or any combination that equals 3.”

“So if level 3 is the most important dare,what would a level 3 dare be?”

“Anything, that will be the most difficult dare you can think of.”

“Alright, that doesn’t sound too bad.”

“But there is a downside to making the dares too difficult.” I said with a slight excitement in my voice. “If you lose every bet, in theory you will have to do 6 dares. All 3 of mine, and all 3 of yours.”

He nodded. His face was honestly pondering the idea. “If.” He grinned.

[Pineappled]

I handed Stan a piece of paper and a pencil. I told him “Write down your dares and write ‘level 1’ on the back of the level 1 dare, ‘level 2’ on the back of level 2 and so on."

I sat down away from him to write my own dares. I wanted to make them good but not too difficult, because I could be dared them myself.

For my level 1 dare: Watch a movie or TV show of the other persons choice for 30 minutes, naked. Anytime the daree gets an erection they get 3 spankings, if an erection lasts longer than 5 minutes they get another 6.

For my level 2 dare: Go on Chatroulette naked with “Ask me to do anything” written on the daree's stomach. They must do anything for 5 people until they leave.

And my level 3 dare: You must wear a dog collar and a leash nude, and be the other persons “slave” for 2 hours. Anything is permitted.

I looked over my dares. I wasn’t 100% sure I should keep that “Anything is permitted” in there at the end, but I had conviction in myself that I wouldn’t lose. Stan came over to me and told me he was done, we both folded our dares so neither of us could see them. I grabbed a a deck of playing cards and started to shuffle. I asked if we should get dressed so we aren’t playing poker nude. To which Stan responded, “Why? You afraid your boner will be a tell?”

I took that as a no, and we started our game. I delt the cards, I had a 7 and an 8. On the table was a 2, 5, and a 9. This was looking pretty decent for a straight, but I wasn’t confident in my hand, I still needed a 6, or a 10 and a jack.

Stan bet first, he threw down his Level 1 dare. I called.

The next card was a 7. Not necessarily bad, I had a pair of 7s this way, but I wanted that straight. Stan tapped the table indicating that he stayed. I did as well.

Last card was a 10.

I stared at him in the eyes, neither of us giving any sign of loss or victory. He tapped the table, as did I.

“Show em.” He said as he revealed his cards. He had a 10 and a jack.

I smiled and showed him my hand. “Pair of 7’s!” I grabbed my winnings and moved them to the side. I forgot to even look at his dare.

I grabbed all the cards and put them back into the deck and shuffled. I passed out the cards. I had a pair of 10’s. On the table was a jack, a king and an ace. This was looking really good.

I was about to bet my level 2 dare, but Stan was too fast, and he bet first. He threw down his level 3 dare. As he laid his bet he looked at me dead in the eyes to see my reaction. I had an overwhelming feeling that Stan already had a straight. Even though the odds that he had another of the two remaining 10’s was low. I couldn’t fold, no weakness. I bet his level 1 dare, and my level 2 dare, equaling his level 3.

I flipped the next card, it was a 9.

I thought Stan was joking earlier about my penis being a tell, but it was true. I started to get hard. I looked down and it was obvious, however Stan had started too.

“You look like you got a good hand.” He said, staring at my penis.

“You do too.” I responded.

He threw down his level 2 dare.

Shit, this is bad. I had to bet my level 3 dare. That or I had to fold and give him back his dare, and give him my level 2.

I called.