Yo, this shit was off tha chain. Me (Kenny), my gurl (Patrisha), my boi (Q.), and his gurl (Karma) were all sittin round playin cards one nite, -tha guys against tha gurlz. After afew hands, we decided to up tha stakes some. Q suggested we play a truth or dare round. Everybody was eager at first, all of pickin tha "truth" over tha "dare" for fear that we might have to do some nasty shit. That is until certain questions were bein asked that noone wanted to admit, came along.
Q started off by askin my gurl if she spit or swallowed when she gave me head. We all laughed at tha question, but Q and Karma was really expectin to hear a truthful answer. Reluctantly Pat looked over at me for support, then nodded her head to the second option.
"Eeeeewwwww gurl, you be swallowin that mess?" Karma gagged, as if it were tha nastiest thought she'd ever heard.
"Well fuck, its MY man hoe!" defended Pat.
"Sheit, Q's MY man too, but I would'nt swallow that nasty motherfucker's cum if it was laced with Bacardi Rum!" promised Karma.
"You'd be swallowin Kenny's nutt too bitch, if I ever allowed you a taste." answered Pat, rollin her eyes.
"Doubt it hon." said Karma, rollin hers rite back. Karma lost tha next hand, and it was Pat that got to ask her a question.
"Have you ever ate another woman out?" asked Pat, referring to a rumor she had once heard about her gurlfriend a couple years ago. Tha shocked expression on Karma's face was -priceless.
"Did I ever what?"
"Eat pussy bitch, don't front like you deaf." Karma looked around tha room nervously, like she was wonderin how Pat found out. We could all see her tryin to form up a lie. "Tell tha TRUTH bitch. Don't be a lyin hoe ALL yur life."
Karma looked Pat dead into tha eyes. "Yeah -it's true, you fat slut." she admitted, painfully.
"I ain't kno' dat, babe." Q said, starin at his gurl like she was a total stranger.
"It was years ago,-" explained Karma, before lookin back at my gurl. "-and I only did it once."
"That we KNOW of..." mumbled Pat, but we all heard her.
"Oh, I'mma get YOU back, bitch." warned Karma.
"Whatever."
"Ok." said Karma, her foot kickin eagerly a mileaminute under tha table. She lost the next hand. "I'll take the DARE." she said, fearful of another truth.
Q thought carefully, as winner of tha last game, he got to tell her what to do. Anyone refusin to do a dare had to pay 50dollas to tha other players. He smiled at his gurlfriend, mischievously. "I dare you to grab Pat's titties, and squeeze 'em for one whole minute." he laffed.
"Fuck that!" my gurl yelled.
"Yo, you haf'ta. If you don't, you own us fitty bucks." warned Q.
Pat looked over at Karma. "Fuck that! That bitch looks like she might like that shit too much!"
"Fuck you, you fat hoe!" said Karma.
"I'd rather be a hoe than a SPLIT-LICKER, anytime." said Pat, vehemently.
"It's just a game Trish." I encouraged, knowin who'd have to be tha one to pay tha 50dollas. When Pat nolonger protested, Karma got up, and grabbed two hefty handfulls of my gurl's fat titties, squeezin them like she was kneadin doe.
"Bitch, he said TOUCH my titties, not PLAY with them!"
After tha minute was up, Karma moved back to her seat. "You liked that, didn't you hoe?" Pat smiled. Karma didn't answer. She merely smiled.
Tha next round I lost, Pat dared me to reach my hand between Q's legs, and feel his meat until it got hard.
"I ain't tryin to feel that muthafucker's dick!" I protested.
"You HAVE to." warned Karma. Q didn't protest.
"Look at him, he probably already hard just thinkin bout me touchin it." I said, lookin him ova suspiciously. Reluctantly, I reached my hand down under tha table. But instead of grabbin his crotch, I stroked his leg. Karma looked under tha table.
"He cheatin!" she called. Busted.
Pat got up from her seat. "His dick, NOT his thigh." she ordered.
Slowly I inched up until my hand was feelin his soft pudge. Q still ain't say anythin. He just sat there, wid a funny look on his face like he was about to throw up or sumpthin. I was massagin his lump, feelin his limp dick underneath my fingertips. It was embarrassin. Occasionally, Karma would reach down to make sure Q wasn't hard. After afew minutes, it started to stiffen.
"There!" I said, removin my hand. Karma reached down.
"It's hard." she confirmed, takin her seat.
"You're man's GAY." Pat said, dealin the next hand.
"YUR man's gay!" Karma countered. "HE's the one feelin on my man's dick, n'shit!"
"But your man LIKED IT." Pat countered, smilin superiorly. Nobody said nothin. Q's dick had grew hard under my massagin fingers. I was tryin to check out tha length, but I ain't want him thinkin I was gettin too into it or nothin. It felt kinda nice, and long, -and thick too. I hadda admit, that I kinda liked touchin it myself.
Tha next hand, Karma lost again. This time, Q dared his gurl to GO DOWN on Pat. Pat hit tha roof. "What the fuck!? Yall some nas-tee asses! Yall deserve eachother!" she barked.
"You refusin?" asked Q, laffin.
"Hell YEAH, I'm refusing!" yelled Pat. "I ain't into that lesbian shit! That's YOUR girlfriend's scene, NOT mine!"
"I ain't no damn lesbian, dammit!" protested Karma.
"What you call eatting another bitch's kootchy?" countered Pat.
"A happy meal!" added Q.
Pat rolled her eyes. "Trifflin nicca. You just a FREAK!"
Q laffed. "I juss wanna see Karma eat sum puzzy." he admitted.
"Fuck you, Q." said Karma.
"You kno I'm down wit dat shyt." he said, lickin his lips. "So we gonna do dis or wat?"
"Hell NO." said Pat, defiantly.
"50bucks." reminded Q, writting it down on a sheet of paper under Pat's name.
"Get MY motherfucking CHECK BOOK!" Pat yelled. The next hand I lost.
"I pick TRUTH." I said, pouring myself a drink.
"You and Pat ever have anal sex?" asked Karma.
"Once." I laffed. Pat was mortified.
"Dat shyt's da bomb, ain't it man?" said Q, Karma smacked him on the arm.
"We ain't never had anal sex!" she screamed.
"You ain't da first gal I eva phucked eitha!" he said, suckin his teeth.
"I'd betta be the last one tho!" she snapped, takin another drink.
Karma lost tha next round, and had to show us all how well she gave head by suckin on a cucumber, inwhich she damn near swallowed completely. I congratulated Q on his gurl's talents, bringin a nasty look from my gurl Pat. Pat lost next and had to flash her breats, which she did proudly. I could see tha look of envy in Q's eyes. Pat's tities were bigger than Karma's, I knew he considered himself a breasts man. He'd wanted to get his hands, lips and mouth on my gurl's tits sumpthin bad. I lost tha next round.
"I pick DARE." I ventured, kno'n dat my gurl would'n pick nothin too weird for me to do infront of tha others.
She thought for a minnit. "I dare you to....KISS Q on tha lips for a full minute!" she laffed, gettin a chuckle out of Karma as well.
"Oh HELL NAW!" protested Q.
"50bucks!" yelled Pat.
"Phuck dat!" continued Q, bringin tears to Karma's eyes. "You think dat shyt's funny?" he asked her, irritated.
"YOU tried to get me to eat dat bitch's nasty cock!" defended Karma.
"HOE...!" snapped Pat.
"But you ate puzzy b'fo..." explained Q. "...I ain't neva kissed no muhphuck'n man b'fo!"
"Then this oughta be a brand new experience for you." smiled Pat, devilishly.
"I ain't kissin no niggah." stated Q.
"Then you owe us each 50bucks." answered Pat.
Q shrugged his shoulders. "So?"
"What about you, Kenny?" asked Karma, wiping the happy tears from her eyes. "You willin to do it?"
"Yeh." I lied, kno'n Q would never let it happen. Why should both of us have to pay 50bucks?
"See, Kenny's down to do it." smiled Karma, grabbin Q's hand in support. Q looked over at me, skeptically.
"Dat niggah's lyin!" he said, correctly.
"No he's not." defended Pat. " MY man's not confused about his sexuality. He KNOWS he's not gay. He can do his dare without fear that it might threaten his manhood!" supported Patrisha.
"Oh, so since I don't wanna kiss anotha muhphucka, I gotta be in doubt ov my manhood?" Questioned Q.
"You the only one protesting." countered Pat.
"You did'n do yur dare eitha..." reminded Q, referrin to tha time Pat refused to let Karma lick her pussy.
"Damn straight." said Pat. "But kissing someone is completely different from sexing someone!"
"Oral ain't sex." said Q.
"The hell it ain't!" said Pat.
"Oral sex ain't sex." entered Karma.
"Anytime you enter into another person's body, you havin sex!" said Pat.
"Dat ain't wat Clinton said." smiled Q. "Oral sex ain't sex." he continued.
"So let me see you suck Kenny's dick, THEN you tell me oral sex ain't sex!"
"You trippin." said Q, gettin angry.
"So yall going to do this or not?" asked Pat, writtin down what Q owed tha group.
"Yea..." he said, suddenly changin his mind. "...we gonna do it." I looked over at him in surprize.
"Okay then. One FULL minute. A FRENCH KISS. I'll count the 60 seconds out loud." said Pat.
Q stood up. "Letz do dis, niggah." he said, lookin down at me.
I hesitated. I really wasn't tryin to kiss another nigga either. "50bucks." reminded Karma.
I stood up too. I was'n about to have to pay out 150.00 dollas to everybody at that table. Q and I avoided lookin eachother in tha eye. We quickly leaned into eachother, then pressed our lips together. It felt strange, kissin another nigga onna lips. His lips were alot softer than I expected. They felt like fat pillows against my own n'shit.
"Hold it!" protested Patrisha, makin us break apart. "I said FRENCH KISS, not closed mouth kiss!"
"You said KISS!" countered Q.
"She said french kiss, baby." corrected Karma, rubbin Q's arm affectionately.
Q and I looked at eachother, our eyes pleadin tha same lost case. After afew seconds, we leaned in again. Our lips met a second time. This time, we parted our lips, givin tha impression that we were french kissin. It would've worked too, if Pat hadn't moved in closer and saw that there was'n any TONGUE ACTION.
"Stop!" she protested again. Q and I broke apart.
"Wat NOW?" he shouted.
"Yall ain't french kissing! Yall just standing there with your mouths open!" yelled Pat.
"We wuz too french kissin, wuz'n we Karma?" asked Q. Karma shook her head, hunchin her shoulders.
"I know a french kiss when I see one!" said Pat. "THIS is a french kiss!" she said, spinnin me around and plantin her mouth on mines. She snaked her tongue into my mouth, runnin her hands across my scalp passionately. We kissed hard for a couple seconds, then she pushed me away.
"That's a french kiss!" she stated, spinin me back around to face Q. We looked at eachother, then laffed out loud.
"Dat bitch's crazy." he said, lickin his lips nervously. Once tha laughter died down, we looked back into eachother's faces. "You still down to do dis?" he asked.
"Yeh..." I said, tastin remince of Pat's lipstick on my lips.
"Then letz do it rite." he said.
We leaned into eachother one last time, our lips lockin together for the third time. This time, there was no playin, no tricks to be had on either of our parts. Our lips touched, followed by our tongues. His slid his between my lips, entering my mouth like an invited guest. I opened up and let him in. I felt his tongue between my lips, searching for my own tongue just as Pat's had moments ago. I extended mines, they both met for the first time, -slithering together like snails.
"Make shure its plenty of tounge." instructed Karma, watching closely. Q and I parted lips briefly, our tongues still locked together in plain view outside our mouths, givin tha gurls a show. Tha gurls could easily see that we were sharin a real kiss. Was'n nothin fake about tha way we were frenchin NOW.
"Ewwww..." squirmed Pat, sittin up to get a betta view herself.
"45 more seconds." called Karma. Q's mouth pressed back into mines. He slowly rotated his head to tha opposite side, drillin his tongue back into my mouth. Instinctively, I began suckin on the moist muscule, before shovin my own tongue into his mouth. Surprizin'ly, Q sucked on my tongue too, his lips movin back and forth, nearly pullin my tongue completely out of my mouth from tha root. Changin head positions again, I could feel tha abrasivness of his upper lip against mines. It felt weird kissin anotha nigga for tha first time. It was different from kissin gurlz. Gurlz was usually very gentle, Q's kiss was alot firmer. Forceful even.
"25 seconds." yelled Karma. I surpressed tha urge to moan. I could'n believe how intense this kiss was gettin, -especially infront of tha gurlz.
Q and me was kissin up a storm. Swoppin spit as if kissin a gurl -forreal. I could feel my dick startin to react between my legs. Fearful that onea tha gurlz might see it, I started thinkin about different shit, tryin to take my mind off what I was doin. Q broke into 5 or 6 tiny close mouth lips kisses, twistin and turnin head from side to side before drillin his tongue back into my mouth. I kinda got tha feelin that he was gettin into it too. It did'n feel like he was holdin back anythin. He was kissin me as real as I had seen him kiss Karma.
"10 seconds." Our kissin got more desparate. Q was smashin his mouth into mines. Spit moistened out mouths, causin our lips to slide back and forth easily. I could taste his spit in my mouth. I could'n tell if tha air I was breathin was his or mines.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1...TIME!" yelled Karma.
I was just about to pull back, when Q's hand suddenly clamped around tha back of my head, trappin me on to his lip lock.
I KNEW what he was doin. I KNEW he continued to kiss me to get at tha gurlz. To give them what they asked for. I knew he was'n kissin me because he liked it, or because he was caught up in sumsort of passionate moment or sumpthin. He was givin them a taste of their own medicine. They wanted to see us kiss, now they had to deal with the consquences. I did'n resist. I allowed him to keep frenchin me.
"Mmmm..." I heard him moaned in my mouth, his voice vibrating on my embedded tongue. His hand tightened on tha back of my neck. I could feel his fingers massagin my neck muscules as he worked me over with his mouth. I moaned back involuntarily, givin in to his actions. He was a good kisser, and I found myself seriously gettin turned on by it.
"TIME, I said! TIME!" repeated Karma protestin. I reached up and grabbed Q around his neck as well, pressing my lips harder against his as I burrowed into his mouth deeper.
"What the fuck're yall doing?" asked Pat, grabbing at my shirt, tryin to pull us apart.
Karma grabbed Q. She pulled him in one direction while Pat pulled me in another. Me and Q struggled to keep kissin, our lips never parting as we held tightly onto eachother.
"Stop that shit!" called Pat, pullin me harder.
"Cut dat shit out!" screamed Karma, pushin against Q with all her might.
Eventually tha gurlz persistance won out, and they succeeded in breakin us up. Our mouths finally parted, a long sting of saliva connecting us as we was dragged apart quickly broke off. Laffin, we resumed our seats opposite eachotha. Our mouth shinin with eachother's saliva.
"That wasn't funny!" Pat said, smackin me onna back of my head like a Benny Hill sketch.
"Datz wat'cha git for tryin to git us to do dat homo shyt." laffed Q, wipin his mouth with his hand.
"What about that lesbian shit you was trying to get me and your girlfriend to do?" asked Pat, angrily.
"Datz different."
"How's that different?"
"E'rybody likes see'n lesbians phuck." he laffed.
"Whatever." said Pat, lookin me over angrily. "And YOU..." I simply smiled, leanin over to kiss her soft painted lips. She ducked her head in the opposite direction. "You not lissing me with someone else on your lips!" she protested. Q laffed, winkin at me from across tha table. His wink casued my dick to react. I suddenly saw him inna different light. I wondered what he was thinkin.
Tha rest of tha game was cancelled by tha gurlz. They had had enuff playin around after seein their boyfriends gettin into tongue kissin eachother, -playin or NOT. Appearantly, tha gurl's was'n as secure about Q's and my manhoods as WE were. We thought it was funny that after makin such a stink about us not wantin to do the kiss, now they were wishin we had'n. I just hoped Q's and my relationship would'n change after tha kiss. We were tight buddies before tha game, and I hoped that would continue after tha game.
Only time would tell, I guess. peace.