“Life is shit,” he said, trying to brush it all off. “No use dwelling over it. Now it’s your turn, though. Truth or dare.”
I guess it was the tremble in his voice when he talked about his mom that did it to me. Gunner looked like he was actually sharing something vulnerable with me, even though I could tell he was still hiding most of the story. If he could take a risk to share something like that with me, I wanted to return the favor.
“Okay,” I said, adjusting my glasses nervously. “Dare.”
GUNNER
Thank god he chose dare because another ten minutes of sharing stories from our childhood and I was going to run back to my truck.
I thought carefully about the dare. I wanted to play with him a little and enjoy how fucking cute he looked when he was outside of his comfort zone. I also needed to go gentle and draw him out one step at a time. I knew that if he got too uncomfortable, the fun would be over, and he’d probably demand I take him back to the city.
Rain starting falling outside, the wind picking up as drops splattered against the giant windows. Remembering that there was a lot more house to explore still, I decided to get him started.
“I dare you to explore the rest of the house,” I said.
“To explore the house?” he said, glancing up at the second floor.
“In your underwear,” I added.
Malcolm swallowed, then tugged at the collar of his sweater. “Really?”
I took in a deep breath of air. I could practically taste his nervousness on my lips. “You’re lucky I didn’t tell you to get naked,” I teased.
He covered his face with his hands, squirming a little against the couch. When he pulled his hands away again, I saw his lips scrunched up like when we first met.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I promise to only stare a little bit.”
“Thanks a lot,” he mumbled. After taking another second to steady himself, he rose to his feet in front of me.
I leaned back against the couch, spreading my legs as I watched him nervously begin to undress. He was so damn pretty doing it, his elegant fingers moving slowly as they removed his shoes and socks first. He pulled his sweater off, then the plain white t-shirt beneath it, and my cock started to grow as I saw the curve of his hips and the dark buttons of his nipples, hard against his golden skin. His hands trailed down to his pants, and as he nervously licked his lips, he flicked the top button open.
“Here goes nothing,” he whispered to himself, then shoved his pants to the ground, kicking them off quickly.
“Damn,” I said. “You are one sexy guy, Malcolm.”
He wore a pair of red boxer briefs, short and tight enough to give me a full view of his cock. Already rock hard in his underwear, his shaft looked thick, but not too long. The tip of it was straining against the red fabric. He looked cut, but just as quickly, his hands folded over his crotch, obscuring my view.
“Hey,” I teased, “you’re hiding the second best part.”
He blinked. “Second best part?”
I reached forward, stroking his backside with a finger. His butt was round and full, like a piece of ripe fruit, and he quivered from head to toe when I touched him there.
Malcolm’s hands fidgeted in front of his hard cock while he glanced around the place. “Okay, so now I explore,” he said, as much to himself as to me. “Now I just leave my clothes here, and I go exploring.”
“That’s right,” I said, standing up. I let my hands fall against my crotch, making sure he noticed my hard bulge. “Lead the way.”
He started for the stairs first, and I got another good, long look at his ass while he walked up. His cheeks swayed back and forth while his bare feet padded on the steps, and I followed, taking deep breaths of his soapy scent and imagining how delicious he would taste if I got a chance to settle down and give him a long rimjob. When we got to the top of the stairs, he turned to meet my eyes again, his hands still folded over his erection.
“Stop hiding the goods,” I teased, placing my hand on top of his. He shuddered from the touch, and when I withdrew my hand, he let his arms fall to his side.
“There must be a light around here,” he said abruptly, turning away from me to find the switch. When he flipped it on, I saw the oversized bed, covered in flannel sheets. There was a small office to the side, as well as a second bathroom. The view looking over the mountains was amazing, with a few different peaks visible in the distance.
Malcolm opened the closet door, then glanced around the corner to the office. Turning back to me, his hands twitched at his side, and I knew how desperate he was to cover himself. “Looks like we explored the whole thing,” he said. “So I’ll go back to my clothes now.”
Before he could head to the stairs, I dropped down on the bed, stretching my arms over my head and enjoying the sound of the rain splattering harder against the windows. “Why not play the next round up here?” I asked. “I’ll choose dare.”
Malcolm stared down at me, his lip still trembling. “You choose dare?”
