Page 71 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Some people groaned while others looked like they were concocting mischievous plans. Roman placed a glass bottle on the table, as if he was about to change up the game. In effect, he did, “Instead of targeting people we know, we’ll play spin the bottle for who you call out. You can ask for their truth, dare them to do something—consensually—or ask for a kiss.”

“Also consensually,” Shepherd added.

Sounded like a fun version, and gave people an out. Hopefully, whoever got me would either be cute or ask me something tame. Cielo was the only person there I knew well, but I wasn’t expecting them to go first. Maybe I should have, since Cielo wasn’t shy. The real surprise was when the narrow side of the bottle landed on me.

“Truth or dare? Or kiss?” They asked, Q and A on either side of Cielo, reminding me how taken they were. Still, I wasn’t shy either.

“Well shoot,” I griped, mock pouting. “I don’t want to kiss you with your Daddies growling at me. So…truth.”

Cielo’s eyes widened like he expected me to choose dare and he was scrambling for a question. “Alright, truth…” Finally, I saw the lightbulb go off, but I regretted my choice immediately. “Does size matter?”

Chapter Four

Shane

Thankfully, most of my fears about turning up to an orgy were unfounded. I was pleasantly surprised that everyone had their clothes on and were just as friendly as the guys from the gym. I ended up on the couch with two people I hadn’t met before, Ant and Maxx. Maxx with two x’s, which seemed important to his partner. Either that or Ant found other people's confusion funny. We got to talking over a silly card game and I found out Maxx was Chinese American, so we had a few things in common, and I commended him on his choice for law school at my alma mater. I got my degree from the same university, though a completely different area of study: architectural engineering.

There were a bunch of couples and triads—or was it throuples? Partners at any rate. I was glad when a cute guy with rainbow hair popped up on his own. When Miles introduced himself, I was entranced by his brightly colored hair before he caught my attention with his striking eyes.

One eye was a distinct blue, and I thought the other was brown or maybe hazel, but the lighting wasn’t great in the loft apartment. And they were both taking me in with appreciation. I sat up straighter, barely taking in the conversation except to assure Miles I was single and warming every time he smiled at me.

That new person, butterflies in my stomach, instant attraction washed through me, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He was smaller than me, small in general, and for some reason, twinks always got my protective instincts going. They were also the ones who thought they could handle me…

The assembled group all looked towards Miles, too, and I finally tuned back into the conversation. We were playing some type of spin-the-bottle, truth-or-dare hybrid.

“Truth or dare? Or kiss?” Q and A’s young partner, Cielo, asked the man I’d been staring at. I was suddenly very eager to know how Miles would answer.

“Well, shoot.” Miles’ pretend pout drew my attention back to his full lips. I felt a rock in my gut thinking of watching him kiss someone else and had to give myself a mental shake. I had just met the guy. Thankfully, Miles wasn’t about to tease me with what I couldn’t have. “I don’t want to kiss you with your Daddies growling at me. So…truth.”

Cielo coughed out a laugh, and I looked over to see they were scrambling for an idea. “Alright, truth…” Something sparked in Cielo’s expression, almost mischievous, but I did not expect them to come out with, “Does size matter?”

Before I could look for Miles’ reaction, I felt my cheeks heat. I was very thankful for the dim lighting to hide my discomfort at the question. When I heard Miles’ sputtering on how to respond, I finally chanced looking across from me. Miles was blushing and fidgeting with his hands, so he didn’t like the question any more than I had. He glared at Cielo and huffed out a sigh. “You’re such a brat.”

“Are you going to answer, or should I switch to a dare?” Cielo’s smile was innocent, but his tone was not. Miles picked up on it, too. “I could dare you to measure everyone and say if they’re big enough?”

“Yeah, no. I can only imagine your dare would be worse, but that’s just cruel.” Miles crossed his arms and hummed in annoyance before answering, “Fine. Yes. Size matters. To me, at least. Not like, in general. It’s not for everyone. Personality is still important, and compatibility, of course. Cause, like, a big dick doesn’t make up for being a bigot. But yeah, I’m into big dicks and I cannot lie.” Miles face-palmed and it was quiet enough for me to make out his mumbled, “Shut up, Miles.”

Listening to him ramble, Miles’ face went redder and redder until it reached the tips of his ears and started making its way below the collar of his V-neck sweater. I was getting more and more turned on. Both at his tenacious vulnerability and the image of his small body taking my–I mean, a big cock. I was also a little worried Miles was going to leave after having his friend out him that way. To keep the game going, and distract from Miles’ admission, I grabbed the bottle in the middle of the table and spun it.

“My turn.” A seed of hope was sown when the point came back around towards me, since Miles was straight across from me, but when I followed the other end, I found it had left the middle of the table and Roman was smirking at me. “Oh, does this mean I ask, or you?”

“Well, the tip points towards the receiver,” Roman replied suggestively, waggling his eyebrows. “What’ll it be, Long? Truth, dare, or kiss?”

A glance at Miles showed me he was still upset over his truth question, and I wasn’t into kissing Roman, so I chose the last option without thinking, “Dare.”

“Ooh, dare it is,” Roman clapped like an excited toddler and I couldn’t help cringing at what he might think up. Could I still claim I should be the one asking the truth or dare? Roman’s gaze flitted between me and Cielo, and I realized my mistake before Roman said another word. “I dare you to whip it out and measure just how long you are.”

Shocked gasps and titters ran through the group. July rolled his eyes and his boyfriend’s audacity, but it was Shepherd who spoke first. “Consensually. You don’t have to, Shane. And I’ll make sure to spank my boy later, either way.”

“Promises, promises. Oh!” Roman threw himself off Shepherd’s lap and rubbed his butt. His Daddy must have pinched him. I did not expect Roman to start disrobing next. “Here, I’ll get naked too, so you’re not the only one.”

“You just want to get naked first,” my trainer’s spouse, Ash, teased. Then they turned to Jefferson. “You should strip too, Flowers, to make it even.”

“Everyone get comfortably naked?” Cielo offered, standing up and pulling off his shirt before pointing at July to join them.

Cielo and July kept their underwear on, but Jefferson stripped everything off under his spouse’s watchful eye. Roman was down to just the vest he wore as a shirt, and a garter belt connected to his knee-high socks. A few others whose names I forgot went for somewhere in between those extremes. Miles took it all in while I waited in a shocked state, then stood and pulled his sweater and shirt off in one go. Somehow, I felt touched that they would do this, instead of being angry or pressured.

My semi at Miles’ admission had waned with Roman’s dare, but it twitched to life when I took in Miles’ smooth, pale skin. He was wearing tighty-whities, his outline clearly visible even without an erection. Licking my lips, my eyes made their way up to his face and found him biting his lip. Seeing Miles’ interest and knowing my own stubborn inability to never back down from a dare, I stood and started unbuckling.

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