Page 3 of The Step Dare

“Let you…blow me?” he asks, a surprised lilt to his voice.

Not what I meant, but now the idea’s playing on repeat in my head. I’m horny. I have been all fucking day, and since my other hookup didn’t work out, if Taylor’s interested, I am too. It would just be a little fun, and we’re too close to let something like this affect our friendship. “It’d be the best head you’ve ever had,” I tell him. I’m fucking excellent at sucking dick.

Taylor shifts, and when I look at his lap, I see the bulge growing there. It’s a fight not to lick my lips. I’ve always thought Taylor is hot, and this conversation and how I’ve been jonesing to get off with someone…the perfect storm takes flight in my gut. And again, if Taylor does want to explore with a guy, at least he knows I’m a safe place to do that.

“I dunno, man. I’ve had some pretty good mouths around my cock.”

My dick swells, little pings of electricity sparking inside me. I have no idea what’s going on between us right now. This is totally new, but I’m not complaining.

“That’s because you’ve never had mine.” I silently challenge him, my gaze traveling up and down his body, taunting him, daring him. We’ve issued a lot of dares back and forth between us in the time we’ve known each other, but mostly for stupid shit—I dare you to streak around the block,orI dare you to try and peel that banana with your toes.Okay, so it’s mostly me with the stupid dares, but Taylor always plays along, and I think he gets something out of them too.

“Prove it.” Taylor throws down the gauntlet, as I hoped he would.

Still, I don’t want to push him, want to give him time to change his mind, so I pretend nonchalance. “Hmm?”

“Suck my dick, Bren.”

The spark of courage, of desire and curiosity in his eyes, goes straight to my dick, making my mouth water at the thought of having Taylor’s cock between my lips.

“Prepare to be amazed,” I say playfully, then kneel on the floor.

I reach for the band of his shorts. Our gazes meet, his pupils blown wide, and I pause, again giving him time to change his mind. It’s just sex, but this will be the first time Taylor gets head from a guy, and it happens to be with his best friend, so I’m sure it’s a lot to take in.

“Dare you,” he gives the consent we both need, and damned if it doesn’t make my dick throb even harder. I pull Taylor’s shorts off, taking his briefs with them, and watch his cock spring free.

It’s a great dick—I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that—his balls big and full, shaft flushed and swollen, his head redder than mine. Taylor is long and veiny, just how I like. It’s a pretty cock, and just looking at it makes the buzz beneath my skin grow, makes my heart beat faster.

“This what you want?” I ask Taylor, not breaking eye contact as I lean forward, pressing my tongue against the base of his shaft, then letting it take a slow journey up to his leaking tip.

“Fuck,” he grits out. “Suck me.”

“Bossy, bossy, aren’t you? I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already dying for it.” I don’t give Taylor time to respond, holding his dick at the root and swallowing him down. I have zero gag reflex, which comes in handy when you’re claiming the prize as world’s best cock sucker.

I pull back, then lower my head again, over and over and over. Each time his dick hits the back of my throat, I swallow around it, open for him so he can fit all the way inside. I smell the musk and sweat on his skin, feel his cum-filled balls against my chin as little gasps and pants and a string of curses fall fromTaylor’s lips, urging me on. When I feel his thighs trembling, I pull back.

“That all you got?” Taylor asks breathlessly.

“Aw, come on, Tay. Don’t pretend you weren’t going to shoot your load. Quick trigger.” He wasn’t going to come yet, but I can’t help teasing him.

In response, he threads his fingers through my hair, gripping it tightly and pulling me back down toward his shaft. I tug him so he scoots down farther off the couch, then bury my face in his nuts first, licking and sucking them, breathing in the scent of him.

“Eh…” he pants. “Not…bad so far.”

“Yeah, because you’re not struggling to even speak right now.”

I suck his dick to the back of my throat again, bob my head on his shaft, tasting the salt of his skin that makes me dizzy with lust. I use my hand to play with his balls, wetting his cock, treating it like it’s my favorite damn thing as Taylor drops his head back against the couch.

I pull off him, stroke him a few times as he gazes down at me pleasure-drunk, and honestly, looking a bit loopy.

“Fuck. Want your mouth again,” he says as my hand slides up and down his hot, hard length.

“When I let you back inside, I want you to show me what you can do, Tay. I love having my face fucked, love the feel of choking on a dick.”

“Jesus,” he groans, and as soon as my mouth is close enough, Taylor thrusts up into it, lets loose on me the way I asked, and I can’t help wondering if he would have been this comfortable with anyone but me. Taylor knows he doesn’t have to hide any part of himself from me, though; that’s not how our friendship works.

He makes my eyes water as I let him use my face the way I crave, feel the tight muscles of his thighs beneath my hands. Taylor isn’t a big guy—he’s skinny and doesn’t have a lot of bulging muscles, but I feel them tense and constrict as he moves.

The sound of my sucking is loud, saliva running down my chin and his shaft, wetting his balls that I’m dying to taste again.

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