11-15-2025, 10:32 PM
I grew up in this tiny little town just outside of Sarasota Springs in New York State. Just say it's at the corners of nowhere and nothing. Real fly-speck of a village. Not even a school in it. We had to ride the bus way over to Sarasota Springs every year, even in grade school. Now that we were in high school, the ride was even longer. There is absolutely nothing to do around town, if you even try calling it a town, so we hung out at each other's houses all the time.
I had two great friends. Tate and Grant. We'd been friends since first grade. Tate was taller than either of us, especially now that he'd hit puberty first. We were all kind of skinny. Tate had awesome, curly blond hair, almost white, and eyebrows that matched it. I was dying to see if his pubes were too. He also had long fingers and big feet. I just knew he'd have a huge dork by the way he filled out his jeans. Boy, I would have done anything to find out! And deep brown eyes and red, luscious lips. Grant was shorter than me, still, even though he'd sort of started puberty just before me. He got zits and body odor first, anyway. He had medium brown hair that was so straight it was just amazing, and intensely blue eyes with amazingly thick lashes. Oh, so hot! And the smallest, cutest, little mouth and lips. He didn't have long fingers or big feet, but his pants always made it seem like he had a huge one!
Me, I'm really pretty boring. Sandy-blond hair, brown eyes, thin lips, and probably a totally average dick. It wasn't quite five inches, but I was only fourteen. Almost fifteen.
So my friends Tate and Grant were staying over at my place one night. After we'd played video games and watched movies and raided the fridge, we were sitting around and talking. We were kinda tired but didn't want to go to sleep. You know how that is, right? So were were getting kind of punchy and stupid, when Tate said something about Grant kissing Kayla Watkins, the big, fat, ugly girl down the street.
"Only on a dare!" he said, turning red and trying not to grin too big. "Even then, it'd be too gross!"
"Yeah, gross," Tate said, laughing. "He likes boys!"
"I do not!" Grant said too loudly.
We all went, "Shhh!" and cringed. After my folks didn't yell to be quiet, we laughed a little. It was so late they were asleep anyway.
"I don't," Grant said again.
"Sure you do. You kissed Lewis."
"That was a dare!" he said, going even redder.
"And you liked it!" Tate said.
Grant gave him a shove on his shoulder and said, "No I didn't! It was gross!"
"Hey!" I said, laughing.
Grant got even redder, then said, "Okay, it wasn't."
"It wasn't?" Tate asked him.
Somehow, Grant got even redder.
"So if I dared you to do it again, would you?" Tate asked him.
"Only if you did what I dared you next," Grant said.
"Oh, really?" Tate said. "What would you dare me to do?"
"I won't say. Not unless you dare me first."
Tate thought about it for a second, and then laughed, then said, "Fine. I dare you to kiss Lewis again."
So maybe I should stop here and say that I was really hoping that Tate would say that. And that I'd liked it a lot when he had the first time. That I'd liked that kiss, that I'd wanted another one since it had happened, and that I was getting hard thinking about it.
We hadn't done dares for a while. And being freshmen in high school, it seemed kind of silly and childish. But I would if it meant being kissed by Grant again. He was getting really hot. So was Tate. Hell, all the guys at school seemed so hot anymore.
Yeah, I liked boys. Oh, how I liked boys. I wasn't sure for a while, maybe a year, but that kiss from Grant had pretty much proved it. The last few months had made me sure. The showers in gym class had been the clincher. That was about all I thought about when I beat off now. And imagining doing more with Grant than just kissing. And with Tate. Hell, any guy! And I was beating off a lot! Three and four times a day. Sometimes even more. Any chance I got.
So, when Tate dared Grant to kiss me again, well, I was already hard, and only got harder and hornier. And all squirmy inside. And as Grant got up on his knees to get closer, my guts clenched up and my breathing got heavy and fast. I couldn't believe it was going to happen again!
His awesome blue eyes looked at mine, and he grinned in embarrassment, and he leaned in. I leaned a little toward him, and we kissed really quickly. Then we laughed. He sat down where had been. I made sure my boner wasn't visible and acted like it was just another dare and meant nothing. And I remembered to breathe.
"You call that a kiss?" Tate asked.
"What do you want? Slobbering? Deep tongue action?" Grant asked, rolling his awesome blue eyes.
"No. But a real one. No pecking."
Grant got even redder, and I knew I was, too. And man, did I want that longer, real kiss! I could have passed out as Grant leaned in close again. And this time, he went for it. I mean, his lips locked on mine and moved around and shit! It was so hot! I got tingles from my nuts up through my chest! Then it was over so fast.
"Good enough?" Grant asked.
"Yeah, fine. So, okay, what's this big dare?" Tate asked, all grins.
"So, okay. I dare you to lift Lewis' shirt and kiss and suck on both his nipples."
"Dude!" Tate said, shocked.