Page 51 of The Bro Pact
Things are suddenly not boring at all.
My mind flashes images of myself bent over, taking the place of the chair, and bolts of lightning explode in my dick, and surprisingly in my ass.
What the fuck?
Blood rushes to my cock as I watch my best friend take his chairhard.
He gives it one last thrust as he holds the chair to his groin like he’s filling it with cum before shoving it away.
The chair topples over, landing on its back in the dirt.
“How was that?” He smirks, adjusting the giant erection tenting his underwear. He picks his chair back up, setting it down like he didn’t just fuck the shit out of it.
This game just got weird.
Like really weird.
My voice cracks, so I clear my throat. “Double dare complete.” I take a swig of my beer.
Fucking hell.
“My turn,” Kyle chirps, like he’s about to get payback. “I double dare you to give me a lap dance.”
He doesn’t think I’ll do it, especially since we’re both in our underwear, and he’s already hard as a rock. But that won’t stop me.
“I accept.”
His smile morphs into a frown, and I grin, even more excited about this.
“Just sit back and enjoy,” I coo, slowly standing up and stalking toward him.
I love to dance when I’m drunk, so I let everything drift away and focus on the body in front of me.
Kyle’s body.
His erection is raging, despite the fear on his face.
This is going to be fun.
I connect my phone to the Bluetooth speaker, select my road trip mix, and scroll down to “Wannabe” by Austin Giorgio. The smooth music and sultry lyrics pour from it, feeling a little too spot-on for our current situation.
Starting to dance, I rhythmically sway my hips while his eyes stay locked onto my every movement.
I turn around and sit on his lap backward, feeling his hard cock settle in the crease of my ass as our balls rest on each other. Only the thin fabric of our boxers separates us.
Fuck, I’m so horny, I think I’d actually let him fuck me right now.
“I double dare you to take your underwear off,” I pant, nearing the edge when I feel him slide his briefs down. I do the same, not caring that I wasn’t dared to.
The lap dance has suddenly turned into so much more, but we’re camouflaged in the darkness, protected by a rock wall on one side and our giant RV on the other. No one’s coming over here, so we can do whatever the fuck we want.
Kyle grabs my hips and starts to thrust with me, his bare dick rubbing between my ass crack, andoh my God, I’m going to come.
Sticky precum starts to leak out of his slit, easing the glide over my hole.
I grab hold of my cock and squeeze the base, not wanting to bust a nut in the middle of truth or dare.
He pushes against my hole, and I gasp. Neither of us have messed around like this, but one thing I do know is that prep is needed.
