Tyler and Nate Pt. 01 - Truth or Dare

It was past midnight by the time the fourth beer bottle hit the table with a soft clink.

Tyler curled his legs up under him on the couch, hoodie half-zipped and with a warm feeling from the alcohol and the summer-heat coming in from the open window. He took another sip and stared across the living room at Nate, who was slouched back in a worn armchair, one arm stretched lazily over the side, tank top clinging to his chest. His shorts rode up just enough to show a tease of his thick and tanned thigh.

"Alright, man," Nate said, cracking a grin and tossing a bottle cap toward the trash. "I gotta say, this is the most boring Friday night we've had in a while."

"Hey, you're the one who didn't want to go out." Tyler reply as he lean back a little in the couch.

Nate rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well. Clubbing's always the same. Sweaty dudes, shitty music, overpriced drinks."

"Not a fan of sweaty dudes?" Tyler teased, smirking over the rim of his beer.

Nate snorted. "Only when it's leg day". They both laughed, and the sound filled the quiet room. It felt comfortable. They have been friends for over a decade now and usually spent most time together, either at the gym or watching some series at Nate's.

"Okay, seriously," Nate said, sitting up. "Let's do something stupid. Truth or dare?"

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "You're joking, are we five?"

"Nope. Let's go. Like old times."

Tyler hesitated, then shrugged as he took another sip of his beer. "Fine. Truth."

Nate scratched his jaw, grinning. "Alright. What's the weirdest place you've jerked off?"

Tyler almost choked on his beer. "Jesus, starting off strong, huh?"

"You agreed to play, bro."

Tyler sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay. Uh... I don't know, maybe locker room at, the gym."

Nate blinked. "Oh shit, where I shower?"

Tyler laughed awkwardly. "Late one night. No one was there. I was... in need."

Nate raised a brow, intrigued, but didn't push it. "Your turn."

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Tyler smirked, emboldened. "Text your ex and tell her you miss her."

"Hell no," Nate said immediately, but he was already pulling out his phone with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You're a bastard, you know that?"

Tyler smiled and lookar at Nate typing something and hit send. "Done. You'll pay for that one."

They went back and forth for a while. Tyler dared Nate to do twenty pushups shirtless. Nate retaliated by making Tyler chug a shot of whiskey. Then it circled back.

"Truth or dare?" Nate asked again, leaning forward. There was something in his voice now, low and playful.

"... Truth," Tyler said, tugging at the collar of his hoodie.

Nate smirked. "Alright. What kind of porn do you watch?"

Tyler hesitated. "That's private."

"That's the game."

He exhaled slowly. "Depends on the mood. Mostly the usual you know."

Nate turned his head. "Mostly?"

Tyler looked away, flushing. "Sometimes ni-stuff you know. Whatever, your turn."

Nate didn't laugh. He didn't even smirk. He just nodded. "Interesting." A silence passed between them-short, but loaded.

"Your turn," Tyler said again, trying to shake it off. "Truth or dare?"

Nate leaned back, arms folded behind his head. "Truth."

Tyler smirked, trying to play cool. "Ever had a threesome?"

"Yep." Nate said without any hesitation.

"Really?"

Nate nodded. "Me, a girl I was seeing, and her roommate. Wild night. Champagne, hot tub... you can imagine the rest."

Tyler blinked. "Damn."

"Alright, now it's getting good," Nate said. "Truth or dare?"

Tyler sipped his beer, his heart beating a little faster. "Truth."

Nate paused this time. Not with hesitation, but with precision. "Have you ever hooked up with a guy?"

Tyler froze.

The room seemed quieter than before. No music. Just the low hum of the fridge and the gentle thud of his heart.

He cleared his throat. "No."

Nate nodded slowly. "But you've thought about it."

It wasn't a question. Nate had locked eyes with Tyler.

Tyler gave the smallest nod.

Nate didn't tease him. Didn't grin. He just held Tyler's gaze. "I think it's your turn to ask," he said, his voice lower now.

"Right..." Tyler looked down at his beer. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Nate said, without missing a beat.

Tyler hesitated. Then smiled nervously. "I dare you to, uh..., take your shirt off."

Nate raised an eyebrow and laughed "That all?"

Tyler flushed. "Well I don't know, I haven't played this game in like 10 years so I don't know." He was feeling a bit awkward but still very curious of the suspense that was starting to build.

Nate chuckled, grabbed the hem of his tank top, and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion. His chest was smooth, firm, and bronzed. His abs tightened subtly as he sat back.

"Better?" he asked, noticing Tyler's eyes linger.

"Sure," Tyler muttered.

Nate leaned forward again. "Truth or dare?"

Tyler's mouth was dry. "Dare."

Nate didn't miss a beat. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned back in the chair, legs spreading wider.

"Lick my balls."

The words hit Tyler like a punch to the chest. He blinked. "What?"

"You heard me," Nate said, his tone firm, cool. "Or are you backing out?"

Tyler opened his mouth, then closed it again. His heart hammered behind his ribs. They used to joke around like this all the time, but this time it was different. There was something loaded in Nate's voice. A challenge. An invitation. Almost demanding.

"I..." Tyler glanced down, then back up.

Nate didn't move, didn't flinch. Just stared at him with that steady, unreadable expression. Before his mouth opened again "Come here and get on your knees."

Tyler hesitated for one more breath. Then he moved. He slipped down from the couch, the carpet felt soft beneath his palms as he crawled forward. Every inch felt surreal, like he was outside his body watching himself do it. Yet he could feel his heartbeat increase and his breath was catching in his throat.

Nate leaned back slightly, hands resting on the arms of the chair, thighs spread wide. He wore nothing now but a pair of loose athletic shorts. Tyler reached for the waistband and paused.

"Do it, pull them down" Nate said, with a low and firm voice.

Tyler tugged them down. Nate's cock flopped out, already half-hard, thick and heavy as it rested against his thigh. His balls hung full and smooth beneath, the scent of sweat and skin hitTyler's nose immediately.

He stared for a second, which apparently was too long according to Nate Nate's hand dropped to his hair. "Don't make me tell you twice."

Tyler swallowed, closed his eyes and then leaned in. He started slow, nervously, just a soft flick of his tongue. The skin was warm and salty. Nate exhaled hard through his nose.

"More," he murmured, fingers tightening in Tyler's hair. "Get your tongue on them."

Tyler did. He licked again, then again, dragging his tongue along one side, letting it glide between Nate's balls, circling them with careful attention.

"Fuck, that's it," Nate said. His other hand reached down, grabbing the base of his cock and giving it a slow stroke as Tyler worked below. "Didn't think you'd actually do it. But look at you."

Tyler groaned softly, the sound muffled. He didn't mean to, but the praise, raw and unexpected, shot straight through him. He felt small yet wanted.

"You like that?" Nate asked, tugging Tyler's head back just enough to make him look up.

Tyler nodded, lips slick.

"Say it."

"I like it," Tyler whispered.

"Yeah?" Nate grinned, slow and wicked. "Then don't stop. I want them wet. Like you mean it."

Tyler obeyed. He licked more thoroughly now, letting himself fall into the rhythm, his hands resting on Nate's thick thighs. His tongue explored every inch of the skin, savoring the taste, the weight, the way Nate tensed and let out a low grunt when he hit a sweet spot.

"Fuck, that's good," Nate growled. "You're a natural. Maybe you've been waiting for this. Just needed someone to take charge, huh?"

Tyler didn't answer, he couldn't. But his body did. His cock strained painfully in his jeans.

Nate stroked himself slowly, teasingly, watching him. "Take your shirt off," he said. "Then crawl between my legs. I want your mouth on my cock next."

Tyler's breath trembled as he peeled his hoodie over his head, tossing it aside revealing his fit torso. He looked up at Nate seeing his wide smile cock rock hard.

"Now," Nate said, stroking his cock slowly, "crawl between my legs. Nice and slow."

Tyler obeyed, shifting forward on his hands and knees, moving in close until he was nestled between Nate's thighs. Nate's cock stood heavier now, flushed and thick, the tip glistening.

"Open your mouth."

Tyler looked up at him, his lips parting.

Nate smiled darkly. "Wider."

As Tyler obeyed, Nate leaned forward, grabbed a handful of his blond hair, and used it to guide him downward, dragging the head of his cock across Tyler's lips.

"Lick the tip. Just the tip."

Tyler's tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, deliberate circle. The taste was sharp, salty, earthy, masculine.

Nate let out a low groan. "Good," he murmured, pulling Tyler's head back by the hair. "Now look at me."

Tyler did, his lips wet from Nate's precum.

"You're really doing this," Nate said, more to himself than anyone else. "Didn't think you had it in you. But you like this. Being used."

Tyler didn't speak.

"You want me to tell you what to do?"

Tyler nodded.

"Say it."

"I want you to tell me what to do," he whispered, breath shaking. "Please."

Nate grinned and guided him back down. "Then suck my cock."

Tyler wrapped his lips around the tip and eased forward, slowly taking more. His tongue pressed against the underside, tracing the veins, feeling every pulse of heat.

"Deeper," Nate growled. "Take it slow. You've got a pretty mouth, use it."

Tyler gagged slightly as Nate pushed deeper, his grip in Tyler's hair tightening. He didn't stop, he just held him there for a moment, letting Tyler feel the weight of the buck cock filling his mouth.

"Fuck, yeah," Nate hissed. "That's it. Good little slut."

Tyler moaned, the word hitting something deep inside him.

Nate rocked his hips gently, fucking into his mouth with short, controlled thrusts. "Keep your hands behind your back," Nate ordered. "I want to see you struggle a little."

Tyler moved his hands behind him, exposing his chest. His blue eyes watched as Nate took well care of his throat.

"That's how I like you. Helpless." Nate let go of Tylers hair and slapped his cheek lightly. "You're gonna earn every drop I give you tonight."

He leaned forward again, his voice now low and rough in Tyler's ear. "You ready for your next dare?"

Tyler nodded, still panting.

"Undo your jeans. I want to see how hard you are. But don't touch yourself until I say."

Tyler fumbled with the button, pulling his jeans open, his cock springing free. leaking of precum, desperate for contact.

Nate looked down and let out a low, satisfied hum. "Damn. Look at you. Dripping, and I haven't even touched you yet."

He ran a thumb over Tyler's lip, smearing out the spit and precum that had gathered from the previous mouthfucking.

"Next dare," he said, voice like gravel. "Tell me you're my toy now."

Tyler's voice cracked, but he said it. "I'm your toy."

"Louder."

"I'm your toy, Nate."

Nate grinned, then leaned back again.

"Good," he said. "Now show me how much a toy can take."

And with that, he grabbed Tyler by his hair again and pulled him back down on his cock, this time with no hesitation

Tyler gagged as Nate's cock filled his mouth, hot and relentless. His throat tightened, but Nate didn't let up, his grip in Tyler's hair firm, his hips grinding forward with slow, punishing thrusts.

"You're gonna take every inch," Nate growled, voice thick with arousal. "That mouth was made for this."

Tyler whimpered, spit dribbling down his chin, eyes glassy as Nate pulled back just enough to let him breathe, then shoved back in. Over and over.

"You're not gonna cum until I say," Nate said, tugging Tyler's head back and slapping his cock across his flushed face. Wet sounds echoed in the room.

He slapped his face again, once then twice before letting his heavy cock drag across Tyler's cheek, smearing it with spit and precum.

"Look at you," Nate said, almost in awe. "Slutty little toy, drooling for cock."

Tyler's cock twitched, painfully hard, untouched.

Nate wrapped his hand around Tyler's cock, once. A slow stroke. Then he let go.

"Toys don't come until they're told."

Tyler moaned, hips jerking forward instinctively, desperate for more, but Nate was already standing.

He grabbed Tyler by the arms and pulled him up in one fluid motion. Tyler stumbled forward, lightheaded and aching, but Nate didn't give him time to recover.

He pushed him towards the side so that his back hit the cold wall. "Put your hands on my shoulders."

Tyler obeyed instantly, bracing himself.

Nate pressed up close, one hand sliding between Tyler's legs, teasing the inside of his thighs, brushing over his tight, untouched hole.

"Fuck," Nate whispered. "You ever been fucked before?"

Tyler shook his head. "No, just toys. Fingers."

Nate kissed the side of his neck, teeth dragging just enough to make Tyler shiver. "Good," he said. "Then I get to be the first."

In one swift movement, Nate grabbed Tyler under the thighs and lifted him. Tyler gasped, arms scrambling for balance as Nate pinned him to the wall, powerful arms locking him in place. His legs wrapped instinctively around Nate's waist, his body trembling.

"You're mine tonight," Nate growled. "You get that?"

Tyler nodded frantically. "Yes... yes, I'm yours"

"Say it like you mean it."

"I'm yours," Tyler breathed, voice desperate.

Nate spit in his hand, slicked his cock quickly, then reached down, pressing the thick head against Tyler's hole.

Tyler tensed.

"Relax," Nate said, kissing his jaw. "I've got you." Then he pushed in.

Tyler gasped, body stretching, clinging to Nate as inch after inch filled him. It hurt just enough to make his eyes water, but the pain blended into something hotter. Nate growled in his ear, hips rolling slow, grinding deeper.

"Fuck, you're tight," Nate snarled. "Taking me so good."

He started to thrust, short, rough strokes at first, then deeper, harder. Tyler moaned, his back scraping against the wall, his entire body bouncing in Nate's grip.

Nate held him effortlessly, one hand gripping his ass, the other braced against the wall for leverage.

"You like being fucked like this?" Nate panted. "Pinned, used and stretched open just for me?"

Tyler's voice was ragged. "Yes... yes, fuck, I love it!"

Nate growled and bit his shoulder, hips slamming forward, cock pistoning deep inside him.

Tyler reached for his cock with one hand, slowly stroking as Nate fucked him harder and harder.

"You're not coming," Nate said again. "Not yet."

And Tyler whimpered, but nodded, releasing his cock now throbbing between them, balls tight and desperate. All he could do was hold on, give in, and take everything Nate gave him.

Tyler clung to Nate, gasping, his body trembling from the force of being held and fucked against the wall. Every thrust sent sparks through him, but he was past words now, just moans, gasps, and frantic breath.

Then suddenly, Nate stopped.

He let Tyler down, gently but firmly, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. Tyler sagged against the wall, legs shaky, but Nate wasn't finished.

"Get on the couch," Nate ordered, voice gravel-thick. "On your knees."

Tyler stumbled over, bracing himself on the cushions, ass up, chest down. He barely had time to catch his breath before Nate was behind him again, one hand spreading him open, the other guiding his cock back in.

"Still so fucking tight," Nate groaned as he shoved inside, hard.

Tyler cried out, fingers gripping the cushions. Nate didn't ease him in this time. He fucked him deep, fast, hips slamming into Tyler's ass with rhythmic, brutal precision.

The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room, along with Tyler's desperate whimpers and Nate's ragged breaths.

"You like this?" Nate growled, one hand grabbing Tyler's hair, yanking his head back. "Getting pounded like a good little bitch?"

Tyler moaned, loud and unfiltered. "Yes... yes, Nate, fuck, I love it"

Nate spat down on his back, then leaned over him, chest pressed to his shoulders, his breath hot against Tyler's ear.

"You're mine to use. You know that, right? My hole. My toy."

Tyler couldn't answer. His mind was blank with pleasure, his cock leaking between his thighs, untouched and aching.

Then Nate pulled out again. "Get on your back."

Tyler flipped over clumsily, legs spread, his face flushed and slick with sweat. Nate climbed between them and lined up again, this time staring straight into Tyler's eyes as he shoved back in.

Tyler cried out, louder this time. Nate grabbed his legs and pushed them up, folding him open, fucking him deeper than ever.

"You look so good like this," Nate panted. "Laid out. Used and owned."

His thrusts turned savage and deep, punishing, relentless. Tyler couldn't think anymore. Just feel.

"Touch yourself," Nate barked.

Tyler obeyed instantly, jerking his cock with frantic strokes, finally allowed to chase the release he'd been denied.

But Nate was already pulling out.

"No," he said, chest heaving. "I cum first."

He climbed up, straddling Tyler's chest, stroking his cock fast and rough over Tyler's flushed face.

"Open your mouth."

Tyler opened wide, tongue out, eyes glazed.

"Good fucking boy," Nate growled.

He pumped faster, his cock slick and red, Tyler watching every move, whimpering beneath him. Then Nate's hips jerked forward, and...

"Fuck... take it," Nate snarled, as thick, hot ropes of cum spurted across Tyler's face.

It hit his lips, his cheek, across his nose and chin. Tyler moaned, holding still, letting it cover him. Nate let the last few drops spill over his tongue, then slowly rubbed the head of his cock over Tyler's lips, smearing the mess in.

Tyler licked it instinctively.

"Jesus," Nate breathed, eyes dark, chest still rising and falling. "Look at you."

He leaned down, catching Tyler's jaw in one hand.

"You're such a fucking mess."

Tyler smiled faintly, cum dripping down his chin. "I liked it."

Nate smirked. "Yeah. I could tell."

Tyler lay there panting, his face painted, his cock still twitching, aching for release.

Nate looked down at him, still stroking slowly, catching his breath.

"You've been good," he said, tone low and rough. "Go ahead. Cum."

Tyler didn't need more than that. He groaned, hand flying over his shaft, and within seconds his body arched, hot cum splashing across his stomach.

He collapsed back into the couch, spent, shuddering.

For a moment, the only sound was heavy breathing.

Then Nate stood up, stretching.

"Get in the shower," he said, already heading toward the bathroom. "You're filthy."

Tyler blinked, still dazed.

Nate turned in the doorway, smirking.

"And don't take too long," he added. "We have a game of truth and dare to finish"