Dare

"Dare," you say. "I'm not drinking."

"Oh, you are shitting me, right?" Tyler says in shock as the girls giggle.

"Fuck, I back out," Tyler says.

"You already agreed," April points out.

"Well I'll drink," he says.

"Still too late," April says.

"What the fuck are you going to do if I don't?" Tyler says.

"I can think of many different things," April says. "Including, rather than having this happening and no one talking about it, spreading the rumor that you sucked him off for your own enjoyment."

"But I didn't!"

"Yeah, well, the rumor mill works whether it's true or not."

"Fine," Tyler says, standing up. "I'll do it."

"Well where are you going?"

"I'm going to go jerk off until I'm almost ready. You never specified that that faggot had to do it from when I was soft."

"Fine," April shrugs.

Tyler storms off, leaving you there with the group.

"Well..." you say. "So, this isn't going to leave this circle, is it?"

"Of course not," April grins. "I'll ensure that if anyone spreads this rumor I'll find out who did, and then throw them under the bus."

"Damn, you are just a gossip machine," Allison laughs. "And a fair bit of a bitch."

"Sure am," April winks.

The game continues for a few minutes as people do half-hearted dares as they're all clearly waiting for Tyler to get back. Then, he does, walking in quite awkwardly with an obvious erection he's keeping down with his hand.

"Fuck it, let's do this," he says, looking nervously from side to side.

Tyler sits down, closing his eyes shut and leaning back to expose his erection that juts through his pants.

"Are you ready?" you ask hesitantly.

"Don't talk," Tyler says, his eyes firmly closed shut. "Just do it."

Looking around at the grinning faces you pause, before spitting on your hand. You run the spit around between your palm and fingers, before gently sliding your hand into his unbuttoned trousers. Your hand slips under the waistband of his underpants, your fingers touching his throbbing, hot member. Your wrap your hand around it cautiously, gently beginning to jerk him off. You move slowly, sliding your sticky spit up and down his dick as Tyler gulps. You speed up, your tight fingers closed around it as you tug him off. You continue to increase your speed, your fingers rubbing saliva over the head of his cock as he tries to avoid looking like he's enjoying it. You keep jerking, until Tyler's tender meat spasms, cum spurting out inside his pants. You hastily withdraw your hand, finding it covered in white cum. You quickly rub it off on the bed sheet, hastily struggling to remove it.

"Shut the fuck up," you say, wiping another man's cum off your hands. "Let's just continue and never mention this again."

"If you say so," April shrugs. "Let's carry on."