Yes, yes, no.

[Barratboy]

I couldn't believe I was doing this, but a deal was a deal, and my pal had lived up to his side. It was my turn. I glanced at the instant message on my phone one last time: "Okay, you can answer any general questions honestly, but for the whole night, if you get asked a yes/no question, you have to answer 'yes', 'yes',[/i] then 'no'. Over and over, no alternation. And follow through. Got it?"

That had been my turn. The dare from my pal who I'd been chatting with for weeks now. We didn't live in the same city, which was a shame, since we'd probably have a blast together, but my pal and I seemed to have fun long-distance. In any event, he had agreed to my last challenge - and it had gone hilariously well for him, though not quite how either of us had expected it to. He'd started this game - and it had started silly and mild enough, but we were escalating. My first dare to him had been to get a kiss from the bouncer at a bar he liked (a bar which my pal admitted he only really went to because of the bouncer.) He'd succeeded, and his dare back had been for me to send an e-mail to a teacher for whom I'd had the hots back in high school. I was in college now, but the teacher in question still definitely gave me pause. For better or worse, the teacher responded to my e-mail saying it was nice to hear from me, but he really evaded the subtle subtext of my message to him. Ah well.

In return, I'd dared him to go to a completely new bar that had recently opened and that he had to go home with someone. I gave him the choice, but I said he had to ask the guy to spank him once they were out of the bar. I'd seen that he'd liked that on his profile, and he went off to the bar and gave it his best - but the guy wasn't interested in spanking. In return, he'd dared me to wear my 'plaything' t-shirt, and go home with the first guy at the bar who mentioned it. I was a wreck, but it turned out okay in that the first guy who mentioned it was someone I kinda-sorta knew through a friend and we just messed around on his couch a bit. I upped the stakes and dared him to be completely blunt about his desire to be spanked next time - that within three exchanges with a guy, he had to mention it. That was the night that had gone hilariously for him. So many guys freaked out a bit or walked off that my pal almost gone home alone, but then one fellow had been very happy to accommodate, and my pal ended up, in his own words, "Sore as fuck, and fucked sore!"

And that's when he'd dared me with the yes-yes-no thing. I was at the local gay pub/bar, a bar usually frequented by older clientele. I wondered if the bar was a good idea, but my pal also dared me to go there and to see if I could pick-up a bear or daddy type (which my pal had obviously noticed on my profile as one of my preferences).

Yes-yes-no. I texted a message to him, saying I was about to go inside the bar, and a moment later, his reply came back: "Have fun! Remember: yes, yes, no! You can use different words, but it's agree, agree, disagree." I took a deep breath, and went into the bar.

Edited August 21, 2013 by Hotload84

[breedme420]

hmmm...this could be interesting...cant wait to read what happens next!

[osofine]

Next bit pls

[cheater]

Fun start. Looking forward to part 2.

[Bttm2go]

Want to know what happened.

[Barratboy]

At first, nothing really happened. I went into the bar, and I paid my cover, and then went to order a beer. I was definitely the youngest person around, and the bar wasn't exactly hopping. The crowd wasn't big, but the guys were - this was definitely a bear and older crowd, and I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. I drank my beer and glanced around every now and then - a couple of times I made eye contact with some of the men in the room, but most of them seemed to look right through me. I ordered a second beer.

"You on your own?"

I jumped at the voice, and turned to see who'd spoken. The guy behind me was tall, wide, and stocky. He wasn't handsome - he had some old acne scars across his face, and his nose was a crooked like it had been broken. He had a strong brow and a wide jaw, though. His hair was black, with a bit of salt and pepper sneaking into his sideburns, and a five o'clock shadow that had probably showed up the day before and ignored ever since - the overall effect was to make him incredibly masculine.

"Yes," I said. It suddenly occurred to me that this game I was playing - yes/yes/no - meant I'd sometimes end up lying, but so far I'd told the truth. I felt a little rush in my stomach.

"Thought so," he said, and leaned past me to order a beer. His arms were thick, and his forearms were covered in a dark hair. "First time here?" he asked me, waiting for his beer.

"Yeah," I said. Again my stomach did a little flip. This was kind of fun, in a reckless way. I drank some of my second beer.

The man's beer came, and he looked at me again. He hadn't smiled once yet, and his rough voice wasn't exactly friendly, but the next thing he said was, "Mind if I join you?"

"Nope," I said, and smiled.

My internet pal was a freaking genius. This was insane! I was nervous, but excited.

He sat, then stuck up some small-talk that went very oddly given my responses to his yes-no questions and the pattern of yes/yes/no. We talked about the weather (thanks to the timing of some of his yes/no questions, he thought I liked rain better than sunshine), and had a small discussion about football (I had no idea if I made any sense on that topic), all the while I was keeping one of three fingers pressed against my thumb, alternating to keep track of what response was up next if I was asked a yes/no question. I was having fun, in a kind of nerve-wracking way.

Then he said, "so you go to bars by yourself often?"

"Yeah," I said. I was back at the beginning of the pattern again. I felt myself blush. This was by no means true.

He tipped back his beer, smirking a little around the neck of the bottle. "To meet guys?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. Oh man. Now I sounded like a complete slut!

He nodded, putting the bottle back on the counter. He gave me a long look, then said, "You gonna tell me your name?"

"No," I said. I wanted to slide under the bar, my face turned so red.

That made him chuckle. "Ah. I get it. You're looking for some no-strings, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah." Holy crap!

"And you like older fellas like me, eh?"

I nodded again. "Yes."

He smiled, and on his rough face, that smile wasn't particularly calming. My stomach was tying itself into smaller and smaller knots, and my hands were shaking, but the way the older man was looking at me had me semi-hard in my jeans.

"You want another beer before I take you home, boy?" he asked.

"No."

[cublad]

great story!

[99037]

This is gonna be GOOD!!

[rawemobttm]

very nice =)

[samson]

more PLEASE

[daddybear]

impatiently waiting for the next part!

[PumaParTyBeasT]

Not too bad. Hope the next part turns out even better.

[greenenvy]

More please!

[Andalas]

Yes, yes, more!

[Barratboy]

We got into his pickup and I belted myself in, still feeling my nerves twist and spin in my stomach. When he got in and started up the car, he looked over at me briefly.

"I'm outside the city. That okay?"

"Yeah," I said. First agreement. My voice came out a little uneven because of my nerves, and I was hyper-conscious about this "game" I'd agreed to and where it was taking me.

He glanced at me for a second, smiling in that gut-clenching way. "I suppose you prefer it when the guy is closer and you get to go faster, huh?"

Shit. I forced the word past my lips. "Yeah." Goddamn it. As hot as he was, and as hot as this whole strange game was, I was starting to feel a lot more nervous about this whole yes/yes/no thing.

He nodded, once. "Well," he said. "I promise it'll be worth the trip."

That made me shift on my seat. My dick was getting hard. He had a gravelly voice, a rough look to him, and the frank way he was talking was a definite turn on.

He looked at me again. "You're not used to being patient, are you?"

"No."

He smiled again. "Well sit back and relax. It's about a half hour more."

We drove on in silence.

*

His place was a small converted farmhouse and when we pulled into the long driveway, he reached out with one hand and gave my shoulder a quick squeeze. "See, boy, patience is a virtue." I blushed and he chuckled and pulled into the former barn, which had been turned into a garage.

We got out of the pickup, and he closed the barn door after us, then led me into the small farm house. Inside, he shrugged off his coat - I did the same - and he looked at me again. I couldn't believe I'd gone home with a stranger - and I didn't even know his name.

"You want a tour?" he asked.

"Sure," I agreed, remembering at the last second that I was back to the first "yes."

He walked me through his kitchen, and paused in the livingroom/diningroom when I saw the flat-screen television that seemed out of place in the small and mostly traditional looking farm house. "I like porn," he said, with a shrug, and I had to laugh. He smirked at me. "I'm sure you watch porn, boy. I bet you like it nice and dirty, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said, and it came out easily enough because it was true. He laughed and led me up the stairs, and the first door we entered was obviously his bedroom. It wasn't a large room - none of the rooms in the small house were - and the bed dominated the space. It had a kind of cross-hatched headboard, and thick green blankets and pillows. A chest of drawers and a cabinet closet was the rest of the furniture.

The older man was very close behind me, and his hand took the back of my neck, his rough thumb stroking along the line of hair where it reached my neck.

"You need to say any of the other rooms?" he asked.

"No," I said. I nearly choked on the word.

I could hear the smile in his voice. "I didn't think so. You want it bad, don't you?"

"Yes."

His hand slid down my neck to my shoulder, and he pushed just enough to make me walk to the edge of his bed. "You're an impatient boy, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I said, and swallowed. His hands slid down my arms now, and his fingers moved to my waist, sliding just under my t-shirt, teasing a little. I shivered.

"You gonna be a good boy for daddy?"

Shit! "No," I said. I tried to make it sound teasing or something, but it came out a little crooked. His fingers hesitated just a little, and then he gripped me tighter, and turned me around. I looked up at him and swallowed, hard. The look on his face was amused, aroused, and... just a little mean.

"A bad boy, then," he said. "Daddy likes bad boys, too. But you know bad boys get punished, right?"

I nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak.

"You want daddy to punish you, don't you, boy?"

I bit my bottom lip. Nodded again. Two agreements.

He leaned forward, and his hard-on was very apparent against my stomach, even through his jeans and my shirt. His lips were close to my ears. "You got any hard limits I need to know about, boy?"

"No."

He smiled, and pushed me over onto the bed.