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My Best Friend Dared Me - Part 2: The Video
🕑 Added 2025-04-22 13:31:19 +0000 UTCAll characters in this story are 18+
I didn’t answer him right away. My brain was still trying to catch up.
A video?
That wasn’t a joke anymore. That was something different.
I stood up, heart thudding, and said the first excuse that came to mind. “I gotta piss.”
Zack laughed like it was nothing, but I caught the flicker in his eyes. He knew what he was doing.
I headed down the hall to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. The second I was alone, everything hit me at once—heat in my chest, blood rushing low. My hand was already in my pocket, pulling out my phone before I could talk myself out of it.
He dared me. Again.
And I wasn’t backing down.
I opened the camera. No face, just body. My breathing was already shaky. I tugged my sweats down, angling the shot just right—slow, teasing, deliberate. My dick already thickening in my hand as I started stroking, letting the camera catch everything: the way my fingers wrapped around my cock, the quiet groan that slipped out as I pumped slow and steady.
Fuck, I was actually doing this.
For him.
I gave it a few more strokes, just enough to make it clear this wasn’t some quick, jokey thing. My dick was rock hard now, the sound of skin-on-skin audible in the quiet room. I bit my lip, let out another soft moan, and grinned at the camera before cutting it off.
Fucking bold.
I didn’t even hesitate. Hit send.
Sent straight to Zack.
My reflection in the mirror looked different—flushed, chest rising and falling fast, eyes a little wild. I splashed some water on my face and stared at myself for a second before heading back out.
Zack was still on the couch, pretending like he was focused on the game. But I saw the way he glanced at his phone the second it buzzed.
And then—he froze.
Totally still.
He picked up the phone slow, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to see what I’d sent. But then he looked. Really looked.
The smirk dropped off his face.
He stared at the screen like it was something dangerous, like it had weight.
I dropped back down beside him on the couch, way closer than before. I didn’t say a word. I just watched him.
Zack finally spoke, his voice low, rough. “You really sent that?”
I shrugged, playing it cool. “You dared me.”
He looked over at me, eyes a little wide, a little… darker. His throat bobbed like he was trying to swallow something down. “Bro, that’s your—fuck.”
“Yeah, that's my hard dick in action,” I said, leaning back, watching him squirm. “You gonna pretend you didn’t like it?”
Zack didn’t answer right away. His phone was still in his hand, the video still up. I caught the edge of it in the reflection on the screen. His thumb hovered, and then—
He hit play. Again.
This time, he didn’t even try to hide it. I saw the way his chest rose and fell, how his jaw clenched just a little tighter, how his other hand crept toward his own crotch before he stopped himself.
“You watched it twice,” I said, my voice low.
He didn’t deny it.
Zack finally looked at me. Not with that usual cocky smirk. This time, it was different—like something had cracked.
“You’re crazy,” he said, but it came out more like a breath than a real sentence. His voice was shaking.
I leaned in, my shoulder brushing his. “You’re hard right now, aren’t you?”
Zack flinched like he’d been caught, eyes darting away.
“I’m not gay,” he muttered.
“Never said you were,” I said. “But you’re still watching, aren't you?”
He didn’t move. Didn’t deny it.
The silence stretched between us like a live wire.
I moved closer to him.
Close enough to feel the heat coming off him. Close enough that our knees brushed. He stiffened but didn’t pull away.
I pulled out my phone too. No words.
Just a few taps.
His phone buzzed a second later.
He blinked down at it, and I watched his eyes scan the screen.
“My turn to dare. I dare you to jerk me off on the couch.”
