Interactive Story - Greg's Naked Nightmare - Part 16 (Patreon)

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Part 15 Voting Results

Offered help by his friend Carl, Greg was given the option to determine just how much help he would be given, and the price he would have to pay to get it. What did he choose?

1. Don’t jerk off and walk home in underwear – 20%

2. Jerk off in the cubicle and walk home in a t-shirt and underwear – 30%

3. Jerk off outside the cubicle and get proper clothes – 50%

Part 16

Greg wasn’t thinking straight, but it seemed ‘straight’ was something he was leaving further and further behind him anyway, as he stood staring at the friend he had just blown. “You mean it?” he asked shakily. “If I…” he paused to look past Carl at the cubicle door, “Do THAT out there, you’ll get me, like… proper clothes? No leaving me here or… or stupid skimpy outfits or clothes that fall apart?”

Carl smiled as he nodded. “Promise!” he reassured Greg.

“Fuck, okay, move!” Greg said, reaching for the door. His breath caught in his throat as he pulled the door open and looked out into the bathroom. There were wash basins opposite, with a mirrored wall behind them, giving him a perfect view of his own reflection as he stepped out, buck naked and raging hard. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered under his breath as he moved across, turned around and leaned on the sinks.

Stepping out into the open had been a shock, but seeing Carl back inside the cubicle, staring straight at him, that hit him a whole different way. As nightmarish as the whole situation was, there had always been a slight bit of excitement to it, but as he grabbed his dick with one of his best friends watching, he felt an undeniable thrill.

“Fuck, that’s weirdly hot!” Carl said as he watched Greg cautiously begin to stroke.

“Is it… turning you on?” Greg asked, unsure why he wanted to know… or why he wanted the answer to be yes.

Carl reached down to grab his own dick through his jeans, the bulge quite apparent, despite the orgasm mere minutes earlier. “Whadda you think?” he asked, blushing very slightly.

“Shit,” Greg muttered, excited by his friend’s arousal yet still confused about it. What was so exciting? Was it being watched? Was it some attraction to Carl? Was it because the person watching him was a friend? His mind raced with a thousand questions at once, each one confusing him at the same time as offering an answer.

“If someone comes in,” Carl said, leaning out of the cubicle slightly to peer round towards the door, “Are you… really gonna keep going?”

“Fuck, don’t say that,” Greg said, not wanting to even consider the possibility.

“Why? Scared of the answer?” Carl asked, still openly groping himself.

Greg winced slightly as he watched his friend play with himself. His own hand slid back and forth teasingly slowly on his own throbbing boner. “Sh… shut up,” he stuttered awkwardly.

“Answer the question then!” Carl goaded expectantly.

“I… I made an agreement,” Greg said shakily, “That I’d… keep going til I cum… no matter what.” He paused to shudder and let out a pleasured moan for a moment, his breathing getting heavier. “And I’m gonna do… what I said I would!” he finally finished.

Carl squeezed his bulge more firmly, masturbating himself through his clothes as he asked, “Yeah, but will you enjoy it if it happens?”

“How would I possibly know that?” Greg asked exasperatedly. “It’s not like I’ve done this before!”

“No, but you’ve talked about it enough!” Carl said with a slight grin.

“I…” Greg went to object, then frowned curiously and asked, “What?”

Before Carl could explain, they both heard the sound of the door opening. Their eyes met, almost in slow motion. This was it. Would Greg really stay where he was, or would he run for cover?

Scared of being seen himself, Carl closed the cubicle door most of the way, keeping it open a crack to watch what Greg did.

“FUCK!” a voice suddenly called out.

Greg looked round as his eyes met the other student’s. He was a guy Greg recognised from around campus, but didn’t actually know personally. The almost-familiarity made the sudden discovery worse… or better… Greg wasn’t sure which. Either way, he was now no longer just naked in front of a stranger, he was masturbating in front of one.

“Umm… err… umm…” the guy stuttered as he stood near the closing door. “What are you… doing?” he asked, cheeks heavily flushed.

“Wanking, apparently,” Greg answered candidly. It was awful to be so exposed in front of this unknown guy, yet Greg couldn’t stop stroking himself. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to. Did he WANT to be seen? He could feel the young man’s eyes roaming his body, darting back to his straining prick over and over.

“Umm, well… umm… I’m peeing,” the guy said, seemingly at a loss for what else to say as he paced towards the urinals, passing straight by Greg.

Greg watched him walk by, then looked away. It felt wrong to watch him urinate… which was a strange concept considering he was openly and publicly masturbating naked. The thought that he didn’t want to make the guy ‘uncomfortable’ felt almost comedic. He glanced ahead and saw Carl still watching through the slightly open door.

“Wanna watch me finish?” Carl suddenly called out.

“What?” the guy asked, looking round so suddenly he almost peed on the floor. As Greg looked round at him, he asked, “What did you say?”

Greg almost explained Carl’s presence, but his excitement was taking him towards an imminent and intense conclusion and horniness had taken over. “I said… do you wanna watch me finish?” Greg mimicked Carl’s question.

“Oh!” the guy said as he finished peeing. Zipping up he stared at Greg and replied, “Yeah… okay.”

“Great, cos… I’m about… to…” Greg gasped, feeling the orgasm build. “Oh my god,” he gasped as he began to shoot. “Oh my fucking god,” he whimpered as he shot spurt after spurt flying across the bathroom, each one landing with an audible splat. He continued stroking, while panting and moaning from the intense released, until the last dribbles fell to the floor beneath him.

“Fuck,” the guy exclaimed, shaking his head. “That was… fucking insane,” he said, clearly shocked.

Greg stared for a few moments, then gave a timid smile before he turned to push open the cubicle door. Carl stepped back to let him enter, but before he closed it, he leaned back out and said, “Oh, don’t forget to wash your hands!”

The guy sniggered as he nodded and said, “Yeah, you too!”

Greg closed and locked the door, staring at Carl who looked both shocked and amazed. They remained in silence, listening as the stranger did indeed wash his hands before he left.

“I can’t fucking believe you just did that!” Carl said, visibly impressed.

Coming down from his orgasmic high, reality began to kick back in and Greg trembled slightly.

“Fuck, you okay?” Carl asked, then leaned forward to pull Greg into a hug.

“Sorry,” Greg whispered, shaking a little. It felt nice to be held by his friend. None of his friends were huggers, at least not with Greg, so this was a fairly new sensation, but a very welcome one.

They parted, both blushing a little. Carl had come down Greg’s throat. Greg had masturbated naked in front of Carl. And yet, a hug was the thing that seemed to embarrass both of them the most.

“I’ll, erm… I’ll go find you some clothes!” Carl said a little awkwardly before leaving the cubicle. As he headed for the door, he called back, “Don’t go anywhere!”

“Ha fucking ha!” Greg called back.

It took a little while, long enough to Greg to think he had been left stranded again, but Carl eventually returned, making good on his promise. It felt both nice and weird to be getting dressed again, but in his post-orgasmic state, any weird and confusing thrill nudity may have brought for Greg was no longer a factor and he happily left the cubicle fully clothed.

Having missed most of his study group, and in no mood to catch the end of it, Greg decided to head home with Carl tagging along. Conversation was decidedly normal for them, neither of them talking about any of the weird naked and/or sexual activities of the last couple of days. The only mention came half way home when they walked past a group of older teens in school uniform walking the opposite way.

“Damn, imagine if you’d been in just wet underwear walking past that lot!” Carl said, sounding a little sad he hadn’t been able to witness it.

“Yeah, fuck that!” Greg said, shaking his head. Despite the chilling thought, he definitely felt a slight twinge down below. He also found himself thinking back to the previous morning, as the boys were dressed in the same uniform that Wade and Dill had worn when he got fucked.

Much to Greg’s relief, both Reggie and Sajid were out when he got home. Though Lewis was in, aside from a brief glimpse of him as he returned to his room from the bathroom (and a shy smile as he did it), Greg never saw him. The afternoon was spent just hanging out with Carl.

When he headed off for his evening shift at the local pub, Carl tagged along again. He often spent the evening propping up the bar, keeping Greg chatting in between other customers. Riley joined them later in the evening, and although Greg wasn’t close enough to hear it, he could tell by Riley’s reactions and Carl’s expressions that he was telling their other friend what had happened earlier in the day. Greg did find himself wondering exactly how much Carl shared, and whether he left any details out about his own involvement, though that soon led him to thoughts about whether Riley might be one of the other friends Carl had played with. Wanting to avoid walking round with an erection, Greg forced the errant thoughts from his mind and focused on work.

With the evening’s work finished, Greg headed home alone, bidding his slightly-drunk friends a good night as they headed in the opposite direction, looking suspiciously close to each other. When he got home and headed for his room, he stopped in the doorway. Reggie and Sajid had video of him and Lewis together, which meant they had a hidden camera. The thought of spending a night being observed by them again was less than appealing. Annoyed at being made to feel unsafe in his own room, Greg glanced down the hallway at the door to Lewis’ room. That was certainly an option! But so was ransacking his own room to find and remove the surveillance device, even though he knew it would only serve to piss off his masters.

As he stood contemplating which one he wanted, a brief glance at the stairs up to the floor with Reggie and Sajid rooms spared another thought. He could take a stand. Sure, they had threatened him with public exposure… and Lewis now too, but would they REALLY go through with it? After all, they’d likely end up in huge trouble for it if they did, but would they do it anyway? They both seemed spiteful enough to go through with their threats. Greg stood, torn over which way to go.

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