Page 4 of The Step Dare

I shove my left hand under his shirt, plucking at his nipples while sucking his dick, and trying to ignore my neglected, aching cock.

“That’s so good. Shit, Bren. I can’t. I’m gonna…”

I rip my mouth off his dick and say, “Give it to me,” then take him deep again. His hips flex upward, body trembling as he tries to hold off on his orgasm as long as he can before he tenses, body bowing slightly as he’s filling my mouth with his thick, salty load. I keep swallowing around him, sucking his balls dry, wanting more even though I must admit, Taylor has a huge fucking load.

“I love cum,” I tell him, licking some that dripped down his shaft and collected on his balls.

His chest rises and lowers with deep breaths. “That’s it. Lick it all up.”

Who the hell is this Taylor? I never expected to hear orders like that fall from his mouth, but still, I do what he says, wanting every drop of jizz I can find. Then I’m shoving to my feet, tugging my shorts down, kneeling on the couch, spitting in my hand and jerking myself off until the bliss pulls me under and I’m shooting all over Taylor’s chest. “Aw, look at you. You look pretty all painted with my load,” I tease, then fall to the couch beside him.

Taylor keeps breathing heavily, and I wait for him to come down, ready to hear what he’ll say next.

“Sooo?” I ask.

His gaze wanders slightly. “Six out of ten.”

“Liar,” I reply, and we both laugh. I say a silent thank-you that we’re okay, that this wasn’t a mistake and nothingwill change between us, because I don’t know what I would do without my best friend.

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Taylor

Late summer

Bren rests hiselbows on the pool deck, his abs naturally flexing as he glances up, the sun reflecting off his sunglasses and glistening on the sunscreen across his tanned flesh. The bronze of his skin is the perfect backdrop for the tats on his chest and arms—each with a meaning.

Each with a story of when he finally decided to get it.

The face of the tiger on his right pec, for strength.

The poetic scene on his forearm, displaying his creativity.

And a few others just because he was in the mood, his impulsivity.

We’re a few feet from each other, waist-deep in the swimming pool of the cruise ship. Brenner takes a sip of his giant-ass rum punch, then says, “This is the fucking life. I can’t believe how long we’ve known each other, and you’ve never invited me on one of these cruises before.”

Mom and I have always taken our little trips together. A sort of ritual we made since she divorced my dad. Little vacations to get away from it all, but apparently this past year, I made them sound fun enough that my buddy asked if he could tag along on our seven-day Caribbean getaway. I must admit, it’s been even more fun than usual since now we can hit up the bars. I’m also not the outgoing, charismatic person Bren is, so I meet a hell of a lot more people whenever he’s around, which is always nice.I’ve never been much of a talker. Maybe that’s why I like being around him so much—he can do the talking for the both of us.

“I’ve been telling you for years that cruises are great. You should have trusted me.”

“Yeah, well, I was telling you something else was great, and how long was it before you let me try that on you?”

Kinda glad my cheeks are a little sun-kissed because he might give me hell if he noticed I’m blushing about the fun we shared a few months ago.

Dare you.

I knew what I was doing when I said that. I was already curious, but something about that night made me want it. Not just because I wanted my dick sucked, but because Brenner gets a little edgy when he doesn’t get any action, and I figured, two birds, one stone-hard cock.

I imagined it would feel good—a mouth around my dick. I knew he would be amazing at it, which is an understatement. What I wasn’t expecting was to not be able to look at Bren’s face without taking an extra minute to admire those sexy lips.

“Speaking of which”—he glances at my crotch—“I’m getting a little hungry.”

Since that time at the dorms, he’s blown me a few other times. And I’ve let him come on my chest or abs. All in good fun. Bren doesn’t make things complicated. He knows me and gets that I just want to vibe it out and see where it leads.

I’m queer…based on my attraction to my best friend. Probably bi. Which wasn’t something I was expecting to discover last spring. I’ve noticed hot guys in my life. Hell, I knew Bren was hot, but not I-want-to-get-sucked-off-by-him hot. Until then, I’d only messed around with girls, and always had fun, so I assumed I was straight. I’m still figuring this shit out, though. Whatever it is, doesn’t really matter. Bren’s bi, and I’ve never cared about anything other than he’s my friend. He’s like thatwith me too. Doesn’t give a shit about whatever this means. Never pushes or asks me to explain what I’m starting to realize about myself. He’s a good friend like that.

“So you wanna stop by the burger bar?” I ask, which makes him cringe.

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