“Truth or Damned?”
“Your turn Rhett!” Rhett snapped his head up, pulling himself from deep in thought. “Rhett!” Marshall waved at him from across the circle, “Truth or Dare?” Rhett blinked a few times trying to reorient himself. All night he had been distracted and it was really starting to get to him. How was he supposed to enjoy a fun night with his buds if he couldn’t even remain present? “Uhm. Truth I guess?” Rhett scanned the circle looking at each of his friends. The group of unemployed 20 somethings felt almost exactly the same as they did 10 years ago when they all met in Junior High. Marshall thought for a moment and grinned. “Do you still wear tight whities like you did in Middle school?” Marshall asked in a teasing tone. Rhett was the quietest of his friend group, he was easily flustered, and was the only one of the group who was gay as far as he knew. He’d never shared this with any of his friends, but it was no secret to him that he’d thought about one of them over the years. Nervously Rhett brushed back his dark brown fringe from his eyes and responded. “N-No…” his voice came out like a mouse. Marshall glared at Rhett, the look on his face saying he didn’t believe a word he said. And Marshall was right. Under his light blue skinny jeans was a pair of crisp white Fruit of the Loom tighty whities. Marshall looked at Keagan, the guy to Rhett’s left, and repeated the line. “Keagan, truth, or dare?” Not looking up from his 3DS Keagan replied, “Dare I guess…” Marshall focused his gaze back on Rhett and smiled sinisterly. “All right Keagan, I dare you to switch underwear with Rhett.” Rhett’s face turned a bright tomato red which he tried to cover with his oversized hoodie’s sleeves. “What, dude, that’s fucking gay!” Keagan whipped his head up from his 3DS caught completely off guard. “First, there is nothing wrong with being gay Keagan, and second you know the rules when we play: You do the dare no questions asked and you tell the truth or so help you, God…” Ivan spoke up addressing the group. “What Ivan said…” Marshall spoke. Keagan huffed reluctantly, but got up and pulled off his slate grey basketball shorts to reveal a pair cherry red of Saxx boxer briefs with a navy blue waistband. “Well?” Keagan looked to Rhett, casting his eyes down onto his junk. Rhett’s hands trembled a little as he thought back to what Ivan just said… *And you tell the truth or so help you, God…“ He prayed in his head that the guys would go easy on him. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off slowly, leaving him standing in the FTL’s. “I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Marshall shouted a little too loudly for comfort. “Dude? Really? You’re 22 years old man…” Ivan shook his head slowly. Keagan slowly peeled out of his trunks handing them over to Rhett. He was so confident standing there naked below the waist. Rhett had to focus all of his energy on not getting a hard-on while he pulled off his FTL’s and passed them to Keagan. The two men got back into their own pants and sat back in the circle, Marshall’s gaze locked on Rhett. “Since we have a liar in of midst, I think we know what needs to happen…” Rhett swallowed hard. Almost in perfect synch Ivan and Kegan shouted: “ATONE FOR YOUR SINS!!!” The three guys huddled together away from Rhett and decided on what his forced dare was going to be for lying to the group. Though the game felt serious, it wasn’t. The group had been so close-knit for so long. Each of them knew they had one another’s backs through thick and thin. These games were just a fun excuse to be jack asses. “All right liar, slip your shoes on, we’re going on a field trip…” Marshall spoke as the 3 guys got up and headed to the front door. Rhett was the last one outside, gently pulling the door shut behind him. The dark night was punctuated by the warm yellow street lights that flickered. “Wait, who’s car are we taking then?” Rhett asked confused, still not knowing the plan. Ivan spoke up as the boys headed down the walkway and onto the road “We’re not going far…” Rhett ran to keep up with his friends. Being the shortest sucked sometimes, but it wasn’t all bad. Sometimes he pictured being that typical small cutesy boyfriend to one of his friends. They walked a few blocks in silence before the stopped at the high school. They had all attended here together. Rhett couldn’t think of the last time he’d been back. The guys walked to the front of the school stopping in front of the main doors. Their dark glass reflecting the moonlight. “Okay… Now what?” Rhett asked reluctantly. Marshall pointed up at the top of the flag pole, the flag absent from its usual place. “Despite being the one who wore tight whities throughout school, and still does, you were the only one to escape without getting a single wedgie from any of the jocks. Tonight we get even…” Rhett’s face burned at the thought of being strung up by someone else’s underwear. He turned to run back to the safety of Marshall’’s flat. Before he could get more than 2 steps away Ivan grabbed him by the back of his shirt and walked him over to the pole. As Marshall lowered the hook down from the top of the towering pole he smiled at his friend and reminded him, “Liars be damned…” Ivan turned him around and gathered the soft red cotton in his hands, placing the carabiner through the leg holes of Keagan’s trunks. “Any last words sinner?” Marshall said with a wicked grin. “Fuck me?” Rhett said with a smile and a sarcastic tone. Marshall frowned and pulled the nylon cord as hard as he could sending Rhett to the top of the 20’ flag pole. “FUUUuuuuuuCCCCCKKKKKKkkkkkKKKK!” Rhett let out a low guttural groan as Keagn’s trunks slid into all of his intimate bits. As the top hit to top with a soft “clunk” Rhett’s jeans slid to his ankles and off of his feet. He had apparently forgotten to rebutton them after slipping into Keagan’s trunks. That thought: Keagan’s trunks. He had always been the fondest of Keagan. His clean-shaven face with its strong jawline. His richly dark brown eyes. And he always smelled like expensive body wash, scents of sage and oakwoods. And now his soft, used boxers were invading his ass the way he had imagined Keagan would so many times before. Marshall and Ivan laughed as they secured the rope to the bottom hook and ran off, leaving Keagn at the school alone with wedgie boy. As Rhett swayed softly in the wind looking down at Kegan he couldn’t hold it in. His cock shot an involuntary load right into Keagan’s boxer briefs. As if this game couldn’t get any more humiliating. “I’ve got you mate…” Keagan said in his usual gentle voice “NO!” Rhett yelled out without thinking. He couldn’t let Keagan see what he did. Not in his trunks. He’d be mortified. “So… Are you enjoying being suspended 20’ in the air by a major wedgie… Or?” Keagan looked up at his dangling friend with an amused smile on his face. “No! No. I just… I uhm…” Rhett struggled for the words to use to cover his metaphorically and literally exposed ass. Keagan slowly lowered Rhett down to the ground and unhooked the carabiner from his own underwear. Rhett did his best to cover the front of the underwear with both hands. “You know I love our friends, but they really can be dicks sometimes…” Keagan smiled down at Rhett. “Y-yeah…” Rhett couldn’t help but blush looking into his friends’ eyes. Out of habit, he pushed his fringe from his eyes again, forgetting why he was covering his junk. Keagan glanced down at the wet spot on his trunks and looked up at Rhett. “Maybe you should keep my trunks. You seem to be enjoying them there…” Rhett realized he had moved his hands and started to panic. He thought at that moment he had ruined his friendship and by extension his whole friend group’s connection. Rhett scrambled for words as he started to hyperventilate. “Keagn! It’s not what it looks like! I just… Well! It was just rubbing and the sensation of it all… NOT THE WEDGIE! JUST THE FABRIC, you know how guys get, the friction of the fabric rubbing me up, the weirdest stuff turns us on! I mean guys being turned on by guys? WHAT? Not me! Never!” Rhett’s ramblings were cut short when Keagan groped Rhett’s package through his own underwear and leaned in close, pinning Rhett against the flag pole with a deep, hard french kiss. Keagan ran his hand up Rhett’s stomach under his shirt, tweaking his nipples, and feeling Rhett’s cock become erect against his own. The two separated only by boxers and basketball shorts. As he pulled away from his friend Keagan spoke, admiring his friend under the gentle hum of the street lights. “I know Rhett. I’ve always known. And I’ve always been afraid to come out about how I feel to the group. I’m not sure why, I know it’s silly because they don’t care. I think it was an excuse because if I said something it would mean I’d have to be honest about how I felt about you…” Rhett stood silent for a moment completely shocked. He wasn’t sure what to say. He just looked up at Keagan and rested his head on his chest. “Thank you…” Rhett whispered softly. Keagan wrapped his big arms around Rhett and kissed the top of his head. “Now come on we should get back before they get suspicious. But first…” Keagan reached down and grabbed the waistband of the trunks, and with one swift pull ripped them clean off Rhett. “Yeeeee!!!” Rhett clenched his teeth as his eyes widened. Keagan stuffed the trunks in the front pocket of Rhett’s hoodie and kissed him on the lips. “I’m keeping yours too…” Keagan said with a wink as he tugged gently on Rhett’s now fully exposed cock. Rhett pulled up his jeans and looked up at his friend again receiving another kiss on the lips, taking his friend’s hand as they walked back to the house.
