Gay Porn Truth Or Dare Novels & Stories

My name is Zara, 20 years old, and I was the one who suggested Truth or Dare. “Rules are simple,” I said with a mischievous grin. “No backing out. No chickening out. If you refuse, you drink.” Everyone cheered. The circle included my best friend Chloe, her boyfriend Marcus, my roommate Elena, the quiet but hot guy from my psych class named Liam, the athletic soccer player Derrick, the flirtatious party girl Sophia, and the mysterious transfer student Jax. The game started innocently enough. Chloe dared Sophia to do a body shot off Derrick’s abs. Laughter erupted as Sophia licked salt from his skin. Derrick dared Liam to confess his biggest crush. Liam blushed and admitted it was Elena.

He was shirtless, showing off a sculpted chest and abs that looked like they belonged on a magazine cover. The rules were simple and filthy: truth meant answering honestly, dare meant doing whatever the group voted on. Refuse and you had to take off an article of clothing or drink a full cup of mystery punch. The game started tame. Someone dared a girl to shotgun a beer. Another guy had to confess his body count. Then it turned. Tyler looked straight at me, his blue eyes gleaming. “Sophie, right? Truth or dare?” I swallowed hard. “Dare.” The group cheered. Tyler leaned forward, smirking. “I dare you to kiss the person to your left for thirty seconds. With tongue.”

Dede left the place descending the staircase into the ground floor. "What are you two up to?" the gentleman asked. "Nothing," Jolie and Christina responded in unison. "Were you checking the curvy girl out, just now?" Eva asked the gentleman in a whisper but before he could answer Jolie's voice was heard "My turn," Jolie said almost screaming. "Mr Adams, truth or dare?" she said with a mischievous smile. Bryson raised his head and looked at Jolie smiling excitedly. "Dare," Bryson said.

I had said that night, looking away and taking a puff from my vape. It was weird to play this game with my sibling, but it wasn't like I had a choice. I waited for her to give me the dare, praying she wouldn't ask me a personal question. And in this game, if you chose truth but refused to answer, you'd have to kiss someone outside the game which the darer would choose, regardless of their gender. What if I had to kiss a guy? I wasn't into that. Most of all, what if I had to kiss my game opponent? Fucking annoying!

He whispers, his words sending a vibration to my pussy walls. I want him to continue, but my pride will not let me tell him that. “Does the idea of being tied up during sex arouse you?” “Is that my question even though I haven’t chosen Truth yet?” Dominique smirks as he licks his bottom lip. “Okay, then. Truth or Dare?” Are we gonna pretend he didn’t just give me mental imagery of the dirty things he wants to do to me? My breathing is a little shallow and the heat of his words is doing strange things to me. I want to choose Truth, but what fun will that be?

My stomach twisted, but I knew there was no escaping it. The first few rounds were harmless. Dumb dares. Embarrassing truths. Somebody had to run to the mailbox shirtless, another admitted to peeing in the pool last summer. But soon, the dares got sharper. Riskier. “Kendra!” one of the boys called, grinning wide. “Truth or Dare?” Kendra lifted her chin, smirking. “Dare.” The boy’s grin widened. “I dare you to… make out with Caleb.”

"Sit down. You're crossing the line. It's just a harmless party game, and you're trying to turn it into some kind of prosti—" She caught herself just before she finished her sentence. I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So you actually do realize how trashy your little game is? Don't get cold feet now. You either put on a show or you drink. Take your pick." The others at the table scrambled to their feet, holding me back and trying to laugh it off as a misunderstanding. Damien shot to his feet, his chest heaving violently as he ranted, "Don't push it. We're all adults here. What's wrong with playing a game that's a little suggestive? It's not like anyone even invited you!"

and I forced a laugh, but inside my heart raced because Jaxon's questions were veering there, teasing the line I couldn't cross, wolf whining at the bonds pulling with every joke. Kael rolled his eyes, "Grow up, guys," but Jaxon spun, bottle on Kael, "Truth or dare, nerd?" Kael picked truth, Jaxon leaning in, "Ever had a gay dream, like, about one of us?" Kael flushed, "What? No, dude, pass," and Jaxon yelled, "Drink! Chicken!" Kael sighed, took a sip, grimacing, "Tastes like ass," making us howl, me included, but relieved he dodged.

"It was just a joke, Elena! Don't take it seriously. It was only a game of truth or dare." The blue-haired man beside him immediately chimed in agreement, his performance over-the-top, "Yeah, that's it! Don't get the wrong idea, Elena! We're used to joking around like that during games, just for the vibes, you know?" Everyone else seemed to snap to their senses and hurried to keep the peace. "Oh, yes, that's right. You know how Tracy is; her brain can never keep up with her mouth!" "If Alaric's first time was with her, we would've heard about it! We'd have made a running joke out of it, too!"

By the time the five minutes dragged to an end I was breathing fast, my cock leaking into my shorts, so hard it fucking ached. I climbed off him, legs trembling, and sat back in the middle. My head was spinning. Dylan didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath. “Your turn, Danny. Truth or dare?” “Dare,” I whispered, my voice barely there. I don’t know why I kept picking it. Maybe because part of me wanted this to keep going. Dylan’s eyes lit up. “Let me make out with you for thirty minutes. Right now.” Kylan’s head snapped toward him. “Dude, what the fuck? That’s too far. We’re not—”