Dare or Die

Dare or Die Chapter 1

While some of the characters and aspects of this story are true, ALL names and locations have been changed. Graphic language and sexuality between teenagers is expressed throughout. If you do NOT agree with this or you are not allowed to view this content for any reason, do NOT continue.

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Chapter 1: Dare or Die

"Dare or die?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to film yourself wanking right now, then send it to me."

I glanced at my phone, then at my best friend Jamie, then back at the message he had sent. It may seem like a sinister threat, but this was our usual play throughout the year.

It was May, the sun cascaded over my desk, basking my soft features in the rich spring warmth that permeated the far side of the afternoons history class. The one redeeming thing about this insanely boring class, was that it was situated in C block, the furthest wing of the school where viewing the outdoor scenery was easiest.

My phone buzzed again. It was Jay.

"Bruv, you already died once. If you choose it again, you're gonna fail the year."

I sighed, turned to face him sat behind me and rolled my eyes.

"Mason! Forward!" Mr Surta barked from the front of the class, before resuming his laborious talk on the fire of London. I grunted and turned back to my phone in my lap.

"Yeah, don't worry, I've got dare," I texted back.

Dare or Die was Jamie and I's relatively harmless spin on `Truth or Dare'. If you chose dare, you were, as usual, expected to follow through with a dare commanded by the competing player. In my case, it was Jamie. If you, however, chose die, you would have to deliberately sabotage your school work. Be it an exam, test, project or coursework. Due to the nature of the game and it's propensity for high stakes bidding, we only played occasionally.

Last year on my 14th birthday, I was dared to slam my face into my birthday cake. Mum was NOT happy, but thankfully her sense of humour triumphed that day. But when Jamie dared me to stand in the girls toilets stark naked and wank to orgasm, I forfeited to die instead. I decided to flunk my maths exam and it backfired hard. Mr. Patel had a meeting with my parents about my lack of commitment and failure to produce adequate results and threatened holding me back if I fell behind any further. Needless to say, summer was devoid of anything other than a religious devotion to revision. That's what I mean by `relatively harmless'.

The worst thing I had dared Jamie to do was to cum in a yogurt pot and eat it with a spoon in front of his parents. The idea was that he would grimace through it and probably throw up midway, forcing his parents to question what he was eating. Maybe they would even investigate the suspicious substance themselves and I would then laugh at the commotion after. But Jay ate that cum pot slowly and provocatively, all the while staring at me with a smug smile that rendered me speechless. When he stood up from the table to throw the tub away, his track shorts were tented with a rigid boner. Maybe it was my ADD, but I completely forgot about that moment and never got round to ask him how that result came about.

I looked up at Mr. Surta who had just finished writing on the board.

"Class, I'm going to trust you to discuss the problems the great fire of London caused for their generations and what we may have learned from it. You have 15 minutes!"

The second the teacher left the room, the class erupted into a ruckus of laughter, gossip and seats screeching across the floor to be closer to friends.

This was the perfect opportunity to get the dare done. I looked behind me at a gleaming smile, visibly ecstatic by the realisation I was going through with it. There's one thing neither of us liked or wanted from this game and that was failure. Not only was it boring, but it really put a spanner in the works for us in the long run. Completing the dare was riveting and once done, was done for good. Not a bad deal, right?

I turned back around, facing the front of the class. The commotion and complete lack of silent concentration made for the ideal cover I needed to pull this off. I just had to make sure no one noticed anything suspicious.

I slid my hand down to the crotch of my brown school trousers and clutched my soft dick, immediately starting to knead it. But only after 30 seconds and a semi, did I realise this wasn't going to be straight forward.

My typical masturbation quirks started to come through: laboured breathing, eyelids dropping and restless legs. Far too many signs that threatened to give me away to my surrounding classmates. Too bad. This was being done now.

I unbuttoned the top of my trousers and pulled down the front with my boxer-briefs and tucked them under my hairless balls. The air made my hard 6 inch cut cock twitch and my eyes shut briefly in pleasure. I quickly opened them up, however, when a hand touched my shoulder. Instinctively, I pulled up the front and placed my hands on my crotch.

"Mate, it's fine. It's only me."

I whipped my head around to see a blushing Jamie with his hand still on my shoulder.

"Can I see?" He asked shyly, with just a hint of excitement.

"Um, I guess," I replied unsurely. As I turned back round with slight hesitation, I realised he was going to get the footage anyway, so who cares if he saw things up front. Hopefully he won't be obvious.

"Oi, guys, we have five minutes!" Roxy shouted across the room, warning us of our teachers imminent return.

Shit! I had better get this done now. I pulled the front of my trousers and pants down once again and aimed my phone down, beginning the recording from the get-go. I massaged my semi-hard cock again, watching the action through my phone this time. I couldn't help admire the clean shave I had done on the weekend a couple days ago. It was still smooth as silk and blended so nicely with naturally hairless body.

After a minute, I was hard and throbbing and decided a quick wank would have to suffice. I rubbed my frenulum and upper shaft with my index, middle and thumb. My mouth had opened to allow the panting and I had crossed my legs to subdue my restlessness.

I can't believe this had finally happened. I'd always joked with Jay about wanting to give Claire a facial right in the middle of a lesson. Or to have Alley suck my cock and swallow my load right in from of her boyfriend. But it always only ever ended up as banter. Dumb stories to laugh at and express just how hormonal we were. Fuck. I was a horny fucking teen and I couldn't get enough.

I felt a gentle rub of my shoulders and Jay's breath warming my ear.

"Fuck mate, you're really working it."

I don't know why, but that made my cock spasm. A low, involuntary moan escaped me and I froze instantly. Suddenly aware I was getting a little carried away.

I looked back at my phone to see how much time had elapsed and right on cue, the door opened.

"Settle down! Now!" Surta came through with that booming Indian accent.

"I expect you lot to have discussed the topic, but I'll let you finish up. You have two more minutes!" He retreated to his desk and the classroom's noise encased the room, alleviating the pressure that was crushing me in those 15 seconds he had re-entered. My heart was pounding and I was well aware that this was do or die.

I spat on my fingers and looked back down at my phone, proceeding with a fast stroke. This was it, I could feel the end. I didn't know where I would cum, but I was beyond caring. And just then, a dense grunt emanated from my chest and a flood of thick pearly cum cascaded down my throbbing cock.

"Mr Crass, are you hiding your phone? I said no -"

"Huh?"

Still revelling in the bliss of my orgasm, I had failed to keep an eye on Mr. Surta.