Page 72 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“I knew this was going to turn into a clothing optional kind of party at some point,” I drawled. “But it’s barely even dark out.”

“Is that the rule for vanilla people? No dicks out when the sun’s out?” Roman was shaking his ass at Shepherd and making his flaccid dick twirl like a tassel. I couldn’t stay mad at such a ridiculous display of confidence and unzipped slowly. Roman gently shoved July’s shoulder. “Go get a measuring tape for Shane, baby.”

July blinked twice before Shepherd’s hand came down on his cloth-covered ass, then took off down the hall. Cielo was wiggling their butt on Q’s lap, both partners trying to keep their boy from taking it further. I shucked my pants, not wearing briefs underneath, before standing to meet Miles’ eye. My dick wasn’t fully hard, and was heavy, so it didn’t quite stand to attention. To Miles’ credit, his mouth only gaped open a little before he glanced back up at my face. Yeah, he was a size queen, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t still too big for him.

My eyes didn’t leave Miles when I toed off my shoes and stepped out of my pants while he licked his lips, but I had to look away when July handed Roman the cloth tape. “Thanks,” I muttered, taking the yellow fabric from Roman. “From the top or balls?”

“Everyone knows it’s longer from the balls to the tip,” Roman reached for his own hardening length, only to be batted away by Shepherd.

“You may be getting the party started with your rude dare, but that dick’s mine,” Shepherd growled in Roman’s ear before biting down on the soft flesh there. My dick twitched again, and I figured I should get the dare over with before it got even longer.

Turning away from their display, I found Miles still taking me in, the thin white fabric he sported barely containing his dick any longer. I hadn’t measured myself since high school when I’d been shamed for my size. At least this time I was surrounded by people into dicks.

Chapter Five

Miles

When I saw Roman’s reaction to my truth about liking bigger-than-average dicks, I should have known something was up with him. He sat up straight and started eying the tall man I’d been checking out since we met. Shane seemed oblivious to Roman’s attention, as I kept catching the man checking me out. I was so not complaining, although I had to wonder if my rambling truth about being a size queen bothered Shane.

The man in question adjusted himself in an obvious way before catching my eye again, and I realized he had the opposite reaction. Hot and bothered. My body warmed in arousal at turning on the sexy guy across from me. I almost missed Shane reaching forward to spin the bottle. I wanted it to land on me, though I wasn’t keen on telling another truth. Unless it was, “Do you want to make out?”

When Shane over-spun it with his beefy arm strength, the bottle moved until it wasn’t between us on the coffee table anymore. Roman took pleasure in the innuendo that allowed him to be the one making demands. Truthfully, Shane held the cards, as he had a choice of options. If he chose a kiss, I was going to be jealous, without a doubt.

Shane chose a dare, and Roman’s words had my hackles rising. “I dare you to whip it out and measure just how long you are.”

Fuck. Me. Was Roman poking fun at me? He had exchanged a meaningful glance with Cielo. I both wanted to see what he was packing and didn’t at the same time. It was like Schrödinger’s cock. He both had a monster in his pants and looked like a Ken doll, both and neither a possibility, until he followed through and opened the metaphorical box.

And I was the one shallow enough to care.

If Shane had a small dick, I knew my interest in him would lessen. I suppose this was a good test of general attraction versus my kink. Would I still find him hot? My desire was probably clear when Shane looked at me again. I saw his discomfort and almost intervened when Roman started undressing.

Would he be more or less comfortable with us removing clothes as well? He reached for the hem of his shirt when Cielo and a bunch of others joined Roman in dropping their pants, and I decided to help, too. I reached behind me to pull my sweater and shirt off in one go and saw Shane’s pupils dilate as he took in my bare torso. Good sign.

He said something to Roman, and I watched his lips move, but all of my blood was rushing south as Shane lifted the bottom of his shirt, unbuckled his belt and revealed a thatch of thick, dark hair I wanted to bury my face in. Preferably while he was deep down my throat.

Shane laughed at Roman’s silliness—the flamboyant man was playing helicopter with his dick like every person who ever possessed one eventually did—and I looked on as Shane stood and dropped his pants to his ankles. Someone left the room, but I didn’t have the ability to pay attention to who or why. I swallowed hard, willing myself to breathe.

When he stood up, I found out why Roman had assigned this dare to Shane. Long indeed. He was thick and clearly so heavy that even a semi didn’t keep his cock from swaying over his balls. A line of dark hair drew my eyes up to the happy trail under his shirt, and I looked up to meet his eyes again. Shane was looking straight at me, seemingly unconcerned about anyone else’s reaction.

Biting my lower lip to make sure I wasn’t drooling, my attention was single-minded as Shane disentangled his pants from his shoes. He licked his lips and grabbed a soft, yellow measuring tape. “Thanks,” he mumbled, taking the fabric from Roman before holding it up to his giant dick, “From the top or balls?”

“Everyone knows it’s longer from the balls to the tip,” Roman teased, but I couldn’t look away from the monster a few feet away from my own straining erection that was fighting to escape my underwear.

Shane’s fingers were steady as he wrapped one hand around his base to hold the end in place, and his thumb barely touched the tip of his middle finger. His foreskin was mostly pulled back from the head, but not completely, as if he had more to grow. Forget deep throating until I could feel his pubes on my nose. I’d be lucky to get it into my throat, even with my nonexistent gag reflex. Didn’t mean I wasn’t up for the challenge.

“Before you ask, I’m not measuring the underside or the girth. This is all you get.” Shane’s deep voice brokered no argument, but I heard some trepidation when he spoke again, “Ten and a half inches.”

Roman groaned, and I was fairly certain it was a mix of disappointment at not getting the other measurements and something his Daddy was doing to his bare ass. Ten and a half inches meant it was possibly over eleven inches underneath. I was a healthy average at five or six inches, depending on my level of horniness, and he was twice my length when not fully hard. I shivered and bit back a moan, thinking of how good my toys felt when they were his size. Shane met my eyes, and I wondered what he thought of me.

“Who’s ready for a new game?” Shepherd interrupted, and I begrudgingly looked his way when everyone agreed. I was not into anything that didn’t lead to getting closer to Shane. Shepherd pointed to the table. “Drop the truths and dares and just play spin-the-bottle?”

People cheered, and I realized there was more clothing missing than I’d noticed before, all the partners pawing at each other, with only me and Shane still standing and not touching anyone else. Roman grabbed the bottle and spun it while making up new rules. “I want to spin for seven minutes in heaven, not just a kiss.”

Shepherd sucked his teeth while appraising Roman until the bottle landed on Ant. Maxx and Shepherd both raised an eyebrow, “So long as partners get to watch, I’m alright with this switch-up.”

“Yes, big bed, now,” Roman reached across Maxx and Shane for Ant’s hand, and Shane had to turn sideways to keep his dick from getting smacked. Shane sucked in a breath at the near contact. “Sorry, not sorry, Long.”

“You and Shane don’t have to play,” Shepherd made sure I heard him before he started to follow Roman, Ant, Maxx, and July. “Feel free to chat or snack and leave whenever you need to. Or stay, your choice.”

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