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“I dare you to rip open your shirt,” you blurted suddenly.
The two of you had been bored and drinking, rarely a good combination, but you trusted him. Not to mention found him incredibly hot.
Beers and chatting had suddenly turned into a game of Truth or Dare, and while at first the two of you had been pussyfooting with truths, once the first dare was taken you kept trying to one-up each other.
The first dare was eating a spoonful of salt, relatively mild, but one thing lead to another, and well…
Stan raised an eyebrow and gave his signature shit-eating grin at you.
“You dare me to what now, Doll?”
His voice sent a shiver down your spine, but you tried to mask that by reaching for your beer to take another sip.
“You heard me,” you said with all the false confidence you could muster. “Rip your shirt open.”
He laughed and stood up. At first, you were afraid he might take your drink and call it a night, but then he reached for his collar with both hands, undid the first button, and pulled with all his might.
RIIIIIIIIIIP!!!
His massive hands, decorated with gold rings, rested on either side of his ample belly, holding the torn fabric of his blue polyester shirt. A shame, really, you liked that shirt on him, but it only held your attention for a moment.
You couldn’t help but stare. With the amount of hair on his arms, it was no surprise his chest was basically a shag carpet. His ever-present gold chain rested perfectly upon the thick brown hair covering both pecs.
You were, however, surprised to learn his nipples were pierced. Small gold ball bearings decorated either side of both nipples, and the horny part of your brain couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like. Both to have pierced nipples… and also to touch them. Gold really suited him.
The belly, perhaps, was your favorite, though. Big and round, but with his broad build you could only imagine how solid it would feel. The hair from his chest trailed down the center, from his sternum to his belly button and further below, and you suddenly understood why it was called a happy trail.
You took the opportunity to let your gaze drift even lower, to the way the bottom of his belly hung over his thick, dark brown leather belt, almost hiding the massive gold belt buckle keeping his brown Wranglers up. Those Wranglers… God, they were barely containing him. Was… was he hard right now?!
“You done finishing undressing me with yer eyes?” he said, suddenly snapping you back to reality.
“Uhhh…” was all you could reply dumbly.
Stan laughed and reached up for his cigar, exhaling a puff into the air while he leaned in. The smoke could be smelled on his breath, along with the ample amount of beer he’d been drinking.
“What a shame,” he sighed. “I really liked that shirt.”
Then he placed a massive paw on your chest, leaning in. “I dare you to let me even the score~”