[Fiction] Real Adults Playing Truth or Dare

[byhisello99]

The norm on Getdare appears to be that everyone in the stories is fourteen to sixteen, and the activities are highly suspect. This is my first post, a story about real adults playing truth or dare. It's a "slow burn" story, contains mature content, and will be posted by chapter.

Chapter One

Hi, I’m Jeff. I graduated college seven years ago, and stayed in New Orleans. So did my best friend, Rick, and we eventually had enough money to leave apartment life behind and buy a small house together. Our sex lives improved with the house; most girls prefer it over an apartment. Since we both have well-paying jobs with an investment bank, we could afford to buy something better. But, why? We were happy where we were.

In college, there were seven of us in the gang, and we spent most of our free time together. On weekends, we usually played Truth or Dare, and did the usual stupid things, such as stripping naked, guys kissing girls, girls kissing guys, running around the outside of the dorm naked, masturbating in the Quad – you know. We’re grown up now, and haven’t played Truth or Dare since college.

I’m six-one, blond hair, very fit with pecs the girls are envious of. Rick is five-nine, dark hair, cleft chin, and works out several hours a day. In college, Brandy, once compared Rick’s body to a Greek God’s statue, except only one part of him was hard. Brandy moved to New Orleans two years ago and got a job as a sous-chef in a well-known restaurant. The statuesque red-head – an inch taller than I – turned heads wherever she went. The 36Cs had a lot to do with that.

We had all seen one another naked on multiple occasions, and the novelty had worn off. However, both Rick and I dated her, and eventually we had a three-way. “Jeff, that dick looks as delicious as I remember. How about I confirm that?” Brandy was always pretty forward, and it took me no time to join her on the sofa. Before she couldn’t speak (because her mouth was full), she looked at Rick.

“Is your tongue still as talented as it used to be?” Rick smiled and assured her it was. He lay down on the sofa with us and dove head-first into her lap. The slurping sounds were arousing me more and more; I picked up the tempo fucking her mouth. I couldn’t hold off any longer, and poured my seed down her throat. Less than a minute later Brandy convulsed in orgasm, and pulled Rick up her body to align his dick with her pussy. I could not only see him pounding her love canal, I could hear it. A minute later Brandy and Rick reached orgasm together.

Other than that, our sex lives were vanilla. After a year, Brandy found a waiter’s job at the restaurant for Luke, another of our college gang, and he moved to the Big Easy as well. Luke had majored in Art History, and couldn’t find a job anywhere. Imagine that. He stayed with us until he found an apartment, and moved into a small studio. Luke and Brandy had a serious talk. “As long as we’re both working at the same place, no sex. Much as I’d like to, it’s never a good idea.” Brandy reluctantly agreed.

Jennifer called us one day, in tears. She had married her college boyfriend (both Jeff and I thought he was an asshole), and came home that morning to find him in bed with his secretary. “I left him and saw a divorce attorney this afternoon. But I don’t know what I’m going to do. Any suggestions?

“Come join us in Nawlins, honey. Most of the gang is already here. We’ll find you a job doing something. If Brandy can’t put you up, stay with us.” I really liked Jennifer. Yes, she was dumpy, had a face that couldn’t have inspired a rowboat to sail to Troy, and had horrendous taste in clothes. To top it all off, she was five-feet-one.

I liked her because she was the easiest-going and funniest of the entire gang. We’d had sex, of course, but as friends instead of lovers. She had sex with almost the entire gang, including Brandy, but it was friendship more than anything. She said she’d call back tomorrow.

The next day the phone rang at seven a.m. “My flight from Detroit gets in at noon. Can you pick me up?” I’d do almost anything Jennifer asked, and picked her up at the airport. Once in the car, she refused my offer of financial help.

“I emptied our savings account before I left, and have enough to live on for close to a year.” She grinned at me, and I smiled back. That’s the spunky Jennifer I remembered. She rented a studio in Luke’s building, and got a job as a writer with a local TV station.

Two weeks ago, Jennifer called. “Mike and Doreen are moving here, too! Mike got a job as a DJ in an upscale club, and Doreen was offered an accounting job at a casino. The whole gang will be back together.”

We got the entire gang together at the airport to meet them, and took them out to a very nice restaurant for dinner. We caught up on our separate lives, and Mike told us he and Doreen were living together. At least somebody had a Significant Other. As soon as dinner was over, we paid the check and said good-night. Doreen stopped us and said, “I have a question for Jeff.”

“Fire away,” I replied

Doreen’s question brought up a lot of pleasant memories. “Jeff, truth or dare?”

I wasn’t about to choose dare, so I said, “Truth, of course.”

“How many of us three girls have you had sex with?”

My mind was in a turmoil. I’d had sex with all three, but I didn’t know if Mike was aware that I’d had sex with his partner. Having no idea how Mike would respond when he found out, I replied “I can’t answer that question.”

“OK, then it’s a forfeit.” Doreen was always big on forfeits, and I couldn’t begin to think of the many wild things this one might involve.

“Your forfeit is that we all go back to your house and play Truth or Dare.”

To be continued….

[byhisello99]

“OK, then it’s a forfeit.” Doreen was always big on forfeits, and I couldn’t begin to think of the many wild things this one might involve.

“Your forfeit is that we all go back to your house and play Truth or Dare.”

Part Two

Rick and I got back to the house and started pulling out alcohol, dice and cards. We knew we’d need the alcohol; dice and cards might be needed for dares.

Everybody else arrived in ones and twos over the next ten minutes. It seemed everyone had stopped to pick up booze. This was going to be a very well-lubricated game.

Doreen got us started. “You just paid a forfeit, so it’s your turn to ask.”

“Guys, we haven’t seen each other in years, so I suggest we try and stick with truths as much as possible so that we can catch up. It’s still your choice, of course. Brandy, truth or dare?” I looked at her hoping she’d pick dare. Memories of the three-way with her came immediately to mind. I wanted her to be the first one naked.

“Truth.” Brandy wasn’t getting naked anytime soon, I figured.

“OK, truth. How many of the six of us have you had sex with?”

“Five.” There were four of us guys, so she has to have had sex with at least one off the girls.

“Who were they?” chimed in Luke.

“That’s two questions, Luke. Not allowed. Luke, truth or dare?” Brandy was expecting truth.

“Dare,” said Luke evenly.

“I dare you to go around the circle starting to your left, and ask everybody to take off an article of your clothing. Shoes count as one, socks count as one.”

This wasn’t particularly daring, since we’d all seen each other naked hundreds of times in college. Luke stood up and started with me. “Please take off a piece of my clothing.”

I took off his shoes, and he went on to Doreen. Who took off his pants. He was getting hard inside his pale gray briefs. Rick took off his socks, and Mike took off his shirt. Brandy took off Luke’s briefs, and when his hard-on popped up, she gave the head a tentative kiss. Luke wasn’t objecting, so Brandy continued kissing down his shaft, then took his balls in her mouth. Doreen finally stopped her.

“That wasn’t part of the dare. Isn’t it a little too early for an orgasm?” Brandy reluctantly pulled away. Luke walked naked to his chair without trying to hide his erection. We were all staring at him until Luke remembered it was his turn.

“Mike, truth or dare?”

“Truth.” I think most of us were going to stick with truths for a while.

“What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done as a DJ?”

Doreen spoke up. “Isn’t that going to be a little difficult to narrow down? There are so many.”

Mike did some thinking. “Well, there was the time Doreen and I … No, it was the time at the club when … Nope. I know what the kinkiest thing was. I was asked to DJ naked at a private party. They were paying me double my usual rate, so I got to the apartment half an hour early and stripped down. While I was setting up my equipment, other guests arrived. I had my head stuck in an amp and wasn’t paying attention. When I looked up, everybody was naked. Including the bartender, a guy I knew from the club. And all the guests had dicks, most of them hard.”

We were all laughing at him and calling out obscene opinions, when Jennifer spoke.

“So, did you suck any dick that night?”

“Not that night,” replied Mike. He refused to elaborate.

Mike looked at Jennifer. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” That shocked the shit out of us.

“I dare you to do the same dare as Luke.” That meant going to each person to have something taken off.

Jennifer stood up and started with Luke, who took off her shoes. I took off her socks, and Doreen took off her shorts. She was wearing pink lace panties that didn’t hide very much. Rick removed her shirt, revealing a matching pink lace bra.

Wearing nothing but her lace panties, she stopped in front of Mike. He stood up and kissed her, then kissed his way down to her perfect pair of tits. From there he kissed across her stomach, until he got to her panties. He pulled them down with his teeth, revealing her mouse-brown bush.

Mike proceeded to dive into her crotch, and was licking her pussy. Jennifer started moaning and pinching her nipples s with one hand while the other hand encouraged Mike’s efforts on her snatch. After a minute of this Doreen intervened (again) and pulled Mike away.

“Save some for the rest of us,” she told him.

“Which one? My tongue or her pussy?” he replied.

“Both,” replied Doreen. Tonight had some real possibilities.

Now it was Jennifer’s turn to ask. “Luke, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he replied. He was already naked, and so was Jennifer.

“I dare you to make out for five minutes with the person next to you.”

Luke was between me and Jennifer. He looked at me, put his hand on the back of my neck and started pulling my head towards him. He stopped right before our lips would have met, then turned to Jennifer and gave her an open-mouth kiss. His hands wandered, and so did his. She was stroking his dick and fondling his balls; he was massaging her breast and fingering her pussy.

As the five-minute mark approached Doreen yelled out “Faster!” They picked up the tempo and Jennifer’s body was shaking. She doubled down on Luke’s hand job as she screamed; Luke’s cock spurted cum over both of them when, at exactly five minutes, he reached orgasm.

Luke took a minute to regain his senses, and asked Brandy “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” said Brandy. OK, maybe I’ve got a shot at seeing her naked. H

Luke was grinning. “I dare you to strip naked and masturbate in front of us with your vibrator. You still carry it in your purse, don’t you?”

Oh yes, she did. Brandy was the Vibrator Queen of the Chefs’ Association. After stripping, she removed the vibrator and used it to toy with her nipples. She moved it down toward her pussy, and outlined her cunt lips. She paused, and gestured at Luke.

He went to her, and she handed him the vibrator. He didn’t need to be asked twice. Luke continued outlining Brandy’s labia with the vibrator, then took the plunge. He eased it in and out of her love canal, and Brandy was turning her hands in a circle. “Faster! More!”

Luke obeyed, and began deepening the penetration with each stroke. Brandy was writhing and moaning, and Luke was grinning until Brandy licked a finger and put a hand on his ass. She used the moist digit to circle his hole for a few seconds, then started probing his asshole. He jumped, then began pushing backwards against it. Brandy didn’t last long, and was soon yelling out our names. She came, and so did Luke, spurting cum all over her breasts.

She took her fingers and scooped up much of his seed, then stuck her fingers in his mouth. Luke licked them clean, then scooped up the rest of his emission and fed it to Brandy. Every person in the room was panting.

Brandy then dared me to make out with Doreen while we stripped each other. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. Doreen beckoned me over, and I removed her shirt and bra, then began sucking on and licking her tits. She returned the favor, taking off my shirt and sucking and biting my nipples.

When her slacks came off I dropped my head into her lap and began to lick her crotch through her panties. Again, she renmoved my jeans and licked my erection through my boxer-briefs. I pulled aside her panties and drove my tongue into her crack, seeking her clit. She took off my underwear and commenced blowing me. We were getting cheers and wolf whistles until Doreen stopped.

“I don’t want you to cum yet.” Damn, my tongue had just touched her clitoris. “Your turn.”

I looked around the room, and noticed that Rick was still dressed. I dared him to do a strip tease.

He strode to the middle of the room and began bumping and grinding. He took Jennifer’s hands and put them on his shirt buttons, and she ripped off his shirt, sending buttons careening all over the room. He stepped over to Brandy, and put her hands on his waist. Brandy’s practiced hands had his jeans on the floor in seconds.

Rick had one hand on his chest, playing with his nipples, and the other on his crotch, slowly stroking his hard-on. He approached Doreen and put her hands on the waistband of his briefs, and she whispered in his ear. He had an evil grin on his face, and I thought I knew what was coming.

I was right. He walked over to me and put my hands on his waist. I pulled his underwear down, and the girls were cheering. Doreen whispered in my ear, and suddenly it was my turn for an evil grin.

I had Rick stand up, and let my mouth start sucking on his nipples. I put one hand on his hard cock, and slowly stroked up and down on his shaft. Rick’s hand was on my dick, and he matched my rhythm, edging me. I could hear the girls yelling for me to suck his dick.

I turned around and shook my head. “Nope. Not gonna happen tonight.”

Rick turned my face toward him. “Then what night is it gonna happen?”

I jokingly told him it would be a surprise.

Mike suggested we stop for the night and pick the game up again tomorrow. Doreen had another suggestion.

“Let’s continue the whole week, with individual dares to be done before next Friday night. The girls will pick the guys’ dares, and the guys will pick dares for the girls. Next Friday night we get back together and watch the videos. Every dare has to be recorded on video or it doesn’t count.”

The guys huddled and so did the girls. I was just a little apprehensive, because the girls were far more inventive – not to mention scheming – than we were. We came up with girls’ dares that we thought they wouldn’t do, and started planning their forfeits. When we were done, we asked who was going to go first.

“Lades first,” said Brandy. She told us our dares, then we told them about theirs. When we were done, everybody but me and Rick left.

“I’ll record yours, and you can record mine,” offered Rick.

“OK, just realize that you’re going to be a whole lot more uncomfortable recording my dare.”

Rick gave me a malicious grin. “I hope so.”

Part Three in a week.

[Sydney_sub]

Awesome story, thanks for taking the time to write it. Looking forward to the next post.

[byhisello99]

Originally Posted by Sydney_sub

Awesome story, thanks for taking the time to write it. Looking forward to the next post.

Thanks. I'm accustomed to writing full-length novels, and I need to keep the chapters shorter. Next post on or before Monday.

[byhisello99]

Part Three: Rick’s Dare Scene One


“Let’s continue the whole week, with individual dares to be done before next Friday night. The girls will pick the guys’ dares, and the guys will pick dares for the girls. Next Friday night we get back together and watch the videos. Every dare has to be recorded on video or it doesn’t count.”

“I’ll record yours, and you can record mine,” offered Rick.

“OK, just realize that you’re going to be a whole lot more uncomfortable recording my dare.”

Rick gave me a malicious grin. “I hope so.”

The next day was Saturday, which meant that the mail comes at ten a.m. We saw the mailman deliver to our mailbox at exactly ten. Rick waited five minutes, and then walked nude down to the mailbox. He retrieved our mail, and stood silently sorting it.

A middle-aged woman across the went to her mailbox, and did a double-take. “I really like the view. Is this going to be a regular Saturday event? If so, I’ll bring my camera next time.”

I had left the house so I could record the conversation up close. I was in just my jeans and bare feet . Rick explained that this was a dare, and that part of it was to talk to at least three of his neighbors before returning indoors. “This is a one-time event.”

She returned to her house and emerged with a video camera. “I’m not going to miss a one-time opportunity.” She then turned to me. “Are you going to get naked, too?”

I laughed. “No, my only job is to make a video of him completing the dare.” She looked a bit disappointed, but kept filming.

Then our next-door neighbor, a guy in his forties, went to his mailbox. He walked over to Rick and looked him over. “Damn, I wish I had the balls to do that. If I did, my wife would kill me. Not to get too personal, but can you explain this?”

Rick told him about the dare, and needing to talk to three neighbors during it. Then the woman, Molly, spoke to the neighbor.

“Hank, how about you just strip to your underwear? That would be hot!”

Hank took off his shirt and stopped there. “You’ve met my wife; she wouldn’t tolerate it.” Hank turned to me. “Get with the program and take off your jeans.” I couldn’t think of a good reason not to, so I dropped my jeans to the ground and kicked them away. I was now in just my black boxer briefs.

“Are you going to do a dare?” Molly was staring at my crotch when she asked.

“Yes, but not here. I’m doing a dare downtown tonight, and I won’t say where. As few people who see it the better.”

Molly was disappointed, but kept filming.

A new family had moved in half a block away, but there was no car in the driveway. Their nineteen-year-old son walked to his mailbox, head down, and got his mail. He looked up, startled, when Molly yelled to him. “Come over and join the party.”

The kid walked over, looked at Rick and grinned. “Boy, am I glad we moved to this neighborhood. Lookin’ good!”

“Are you going to strip?” That was Molly, who apparently really liked male flesh.

“I’m not gonna get naked, but I’ll get down to my underwear.” The kid, Charlie, promptly stripped to his tighty-whiteys. “Please don’t put this on the internet or show it to my parents. They went away for the weekend, and trusted me to stay home alone.”

Hank’s wife yelled from inside for him to come in and take out the trash. He put his shirt back on and left.

“Are you in college? What are you majoring in?” Rick had to talk with all three neighbors, and still hadn’t spoken with Charlie.

“Uhm, can we continue this inside my house? I’ve got two cases of beer, and don’t want to drink alone.” He seemed rather anxious for this to happen, so Rick and I walked over to his house with him.

“Show’s over,” I told Molly as we arrived at Charlie’s door. She stopped filming and went back to her own house.

Rick asked me, “Why are you still recording this? Isn’t the dare over?”

“It’s over when I say it’s over.” Charlie left and offered to get us beers. That I could relate to.

In a couple of minutes, Charlie returned with three beers, but without his tighty-whiteys. He was hard, and stroking his dick with his free hand.

“Now we can have some real fun,” said Charlie. He turned to me and said, “I’ll give you a beer if you’ll take off your underwear.”

Why the fuck not? I was in a mood for beer, and dropped my boxer-briefs to the floor.

Charlie looked me over before speaking. “Rick, you need to get hard and I’ll give you a beer. Yes or no?”

Rick stroked himself hard, and reached for the beer. Charlie handed it to him.

“We’re each going to have to do something to get a beer. I decide for you two, you decide for me.” Charlie was grinning, brought the beer to his mouth, and emptied it in a single gulp.

“Looks like you’re out of beer,” I said. “Do you want another one?”

Charlie nodded his head. “Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” asked Rick. Charlie again nodded.

“Well, Jeff, what should we make this fine naked boy do?” I recognized the evil look on Rick’s face, and started getting hard.

To be continued …

[Nick]

great start! Looking forward to see where this will go

[byhisello99]

Originally Posted by Nick

great start! Looking forward to see where this will go

Thanks. Scene two of Rick's dare coming in a day or two

[byhisello99]

Chapter Three: Rick’s Dare, Scene Two

Charlie nodded his head. “Tell me what to do. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” asked Rick. Charlie again nodded.

“Well, Jeff, what should we make this fine naked boy do?” I recognized the evil look on Rick’s face, and started getting hard.

“I’ll blow both of you, or both of you can fuck me,” said Charlie.

We were both in our late twenties, and Charlie was barely nineteen. He still lived with his parents. I looked at Rick and shook my head.

Rick finally spoke up. “Charlie, while a blow job sounds nice, we’re both nearly ten years older than you. It’s not technically violating a minor, but it feels like it,” Rick said. Then he looked at me. “Jeff, any ideas?” I had been trying to think of a substitute, and I finally had one.

“Tell you what. How about we all get dressed, go to a burger joint, and order a vanilla milkshake. We’ll all come back to our place and jerk off in it. Then you can drink the shake.”

Charlie smiled. “OK if I ride in the car naked?” I nodded my head.

“Rick, use my jeans. I’ve still got my underwear.” I threw him the jeans and he put them on. Charlie got dressed and we all walked over to our place.

Charlie got naked again and got in the car. When we got to the burger joint’s drive-thru I pulled up to the first window, ordered the shake, and paid. When I pulled up to the window where they give you the order, I drove just enough beyond it that the rear window was even with the spot. Charlie rose and helicoptered his dick at the clerk before taking the shake.

The clerk, a young Hispanic man about Charlie’s age handed him the milkshake and a piece of paper. “My phone number,” was all the man said. Charlie beamed with excitement.

When we got back home, Charlie stayed naked. He jerked off into the shake; Rick and I then pulled out our dicks and did the same. Charlie grinned at us and used his erection to stir the shake. “Guys, take turns cleaning off my dick with your tongues.”

We looked at each other and shrugged. Rick went first and took a single lick. Charlie was making happy sounds.

I should have gone first. I bent over and took a single lick, and got a face full of cum when Charlie’s dick let out a weak stream of his seed. However, Charlie licked it off my face, smiling and laughing the whole time.

“Can we play some more?” Charlie asked.

I looked at my watch. “I’ve got to go downtown for my dare, and I’ll leave before too long. It’s been fun, but we’ll have to play another time. I suggest you go home and call your Hispanic admirer. I think you’ll have more fun.”

Charlie didn’t protest. He got fully dressed and left for his house.

Rick asked me if I had recorded the whole session at Charlie’s house. “Nope, I stopped recording after you got hard. Things were getting into dangerous territory, and I knew it needed to slow down. It wouldn’t be kiddie porn, but as you said, it would feel like it.”

“Agree,” Rick replied. “You need to get dressed for your dare.” We went into my bedroom, and Rick helped me pick out clothes. I put on a black sleeveless undershirt, my tightest black boxer-briefs, and tan cargo shorts. I slipped into sandals, and was ready to go.

Rick drove. “You’re likely to get a bunch of drinks tonight, and I’ll stick with soft drinks. How far do you plan to go tonight?”

“I haven’t thought about it,” I answered. “I guess I’ll just go with the flow.”

Rick chuckled, and said, “You’ve certainly done plenty of flowing today. You sure you’ve got enough left to make your dare interesting?”

To be continued …