Story: True friends Part 2

Part 1

While I packed my bags for the trip I was already sad I would have to suppress my inner slut again. Jerry and Phil were my best friends for years, but I couldn't be open and honest with them about that. Boys like us just didn't talk about sex at all, besides occasional comments and jokes. I guess we all assumed that we were into girls, probably rightly based on what my friends said so far, though I said the same sentences myself. The truth was that nobody of us really knew. We didn't pinpoint it, since we didn't want to risk our valuable friendship with any awkward situation or knowledge. Could you imagine jumping naked into a lake with your best friends in life, and then being told they were gay? I think I had these fears myself, but hadn't thought about kinks and fetishes. It would be even more embarrassing. Unbearable.

Jerry picked me up half an hour late: "Are your ready, bro? Sorry for the delay. I was in a call with a girl, and didn't want to hang up." Of course I understood: "Something serious?" My blinking eye tried to tease him about it, just the way we used to pick up any love interests and potential approaches to get laid. I guess it made it easier for us to cope with such serious topics, with our nervousness, insecurity and anxiety. "Aaaah, maybe ...", Jerry replied, "... so are we going to pick up Phil now, or what?" When we arrived, Phil tapped on his wrist, as if he would were a watch there. But then he smiled. You couldn't be best friends without forgiving them their flaws and failures. Phil hugged both of us, jumpy in excitement. Everyone could read him like an book with huge letters. Then we headed off.

A couple of hours later we were in the wild, setting up our shared tent. We had trampled a small area in the high grass, between a fishing lake and a wood. Meanwhile we chatted about the weather, gloabl news, local news, most recent personal news. While cooking we set around in a circle. Suddenly Phil addressed me: "Hey, what's up with you? Everything alright?" I raised my look from the fire. I didn't know what he meant. When I didn't answer, he explained: "You haven't said much in a while. Since an hour or so you seem to be somewhere else completely. Where's your mind?" I hesitated. "Come on. We are alone here. Just you and us. Tell us. We are best friends, remember?" I considered it, but I couldn't be plain honest here. Then I had an idea: "Want to play truth or dare?" I gave Phil a serious look. Jerry interjected: "Isn't that girl's stuff?" But Phil bit into it: "No, everyone plays it. Let's do it, Jerry. Otherwise we are never going to know what girl he dreams about so much and we lose him for the whole vacation. You start with us." Phil smiled at me and added: "Truth. What about you, Jerry?" Jerry still seemed to be annoyed by it, but he followed with a bored expression: "Truth." If it would have been for Jerry, I would have given up. But the way Phil handled it encouraged me to at least try it: "What is the most kinky porn you have enjoyed?"

While Phil looked a bit shocked, Jerry answered with suddenly increased interest: "Deepthroat." Phil sighed: "Ass to mouth." "Ah, haven't thought of that,", Jerry jumped in, "Hmmm, now I am not sure. Guess I still stick with Deepthroat. But really rough, man, like facefuck. Forced facefuck with gagging and stuff, her tears ruining her make-up." Suddenly he was really excited, while Phil noticed the seriousness of the topic. Still he continued: "My turn. Truth or dare?" Jerry and I picked truth again, so Phil asked me: "Why do you ask this question?" And then briefly turned to Jerry: "How does that Deepthroat make you feel?"

"Curiosity.", I said. Phil raised an eyebrow to me. Of course he suspected something behind it. So I further explained: "We never raised that topic so far. And maybe it has something to do with what I am thinking of." Jerry interrupted quite the right time: "It makes me horny like hell. I'd love to do that to a woman. Don't know if I could stand it as long as the dude in the porn, since it quickly gets me off by watching alone. The fact that some girl would take such treatment from me. Awesome." Phil reminded him of the turn order: "Your turn, Jerry. I pick truth." "I take dare this time.", I added.

If not before then Jerry got excited about our little game right now: "Pick your nose and lick it clean.", he told me before adding, "... ten times. Phil, how often do you jerk off?" I didn't hesitate to pick my nose, but took my time to dig in and also for licking it. I had done much worse in the recent days. I realized how this easy thing made me happy somehow. In the mean time Phil constructed his answer: "Quite often, I have to admit. Like several times a day if I can. Some days I don't jerk off at all, depends on how busy I am. But usually, a lot." He leaned back on the ground and observed how I performed my dare. He watched me for a while until I was done.

I continued with porn and sex related questions, getting more and more personal. Soon both were revealing very intimate details of their sexual tastes and fantasies. Jerry continued to exploit my dare choice, slowly increasingly humiliating requests, though not any of sexual nature, while Phil continued investigating my reasons. Very soon he picked up my feelings due to the dares. It was obvious I enjoyed them way too much for what they had expected. With the dusk arriving the talks had become very serious and comfortably private at the same time. Finally I chose truth again and was eager enough to answer their questions about my sexual desires. We dropped the game and just talked. Surprisingly for me they weren't disgusted at all, at least not by me. Jerry quickly pointed out he would never do such things himself. On the other hand he had enjoyed some Schadenfreude as a dare giver. And very soon, as blunt as he can be regarding diplomacy, he added: "Nothing for me, but it's okay if you do it. I don't judge you." Phil remarked: "You are quite much yourself now. It makes me happy to see a friend happy and balanced. So I'd recommend you keep it up. We won't tell anyone. ... As long you don't want to, of course. And we got your back on this." As strange as it sounds after such exchange among boys, but we group hugged for a whole while. I didn't feel any arousal, but the pure joy of friendship. True friendship. They really had accepted that part of me. The next days they asked about more details. There was so much they didn't knew, and even I had only recently read about. Codes like safewords, how to find play partners, Rule 34, the infinite number of fetishes, aftercare.

Sometimes Jerry was still eager to exploit my desires for his fun, but Phil figured out we needed a friendship agreement on that. First of all maximum one hour of dare play per day, with safewords, and only as long as we were all fine with it. No consequences on our friendship. Phil emphasized they had to respect me despite that hour, or otherwise it wouldn't work, so we would have to drop it. He took the time to make it very clear to Jerry. So from now on if I was open to be dared by them, I put a non-food object between my lips or teeth, in example a blade of grass. If they agreed, they approached me and took it out. Alternatively if they were open to play, they offered me such an object, and I took it between my lips or teeth to agree. It became the vacation of my life. Less for the hour of dare, but more because I was as much myself as I had never been before. I could enjoy anything we did together to the fullest, mainly because of the guys I did it with, no matter how bad it went. My inner slut gave me strength to overcome any real life obstacles. I was pretty surprised when Jerry and Phil both signed up on getDare, just to have a look at my profile and actions, even occasionally daring me within our friendships agreement, or just to contact me in that plane of my new healthy life, telling me to have fun and take care. I love these guys.


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