Having learned about his public exposure on the website and finally breaking free of Reggie’s control, Greg is in need of something to de-stress and occupy his mind. Considering the guys he has spent time with over the past few days, Greg contemplates who to call.
1. Go back to Jake, Liam and Michael’s house to ask them about their exposure experiences - 42%
2. Go upstairs to see Lewis and ask him what he needed to talk about - 50%
3. Call Ollie and see if he wants to hang out - 8%
As Greg flicked through the options on his phone, he couldn’t help but smile every time he saw Ollie’s name. It was bizarre to think that a few days ago, public nudity was something Greg only dared ventured into when he was so blind drunk he would be able to block it from his memory the next morning. His attraction to men had been very much the same, the subject of drunken, inhibition-less fantasy and nothing more. Yet earlier that day, he had not only wandered the University campus stark naked, he had met, turned on then hooked up with a cute guy!
It had been funny to see how jealous Riley had gotten, though it did give Greg a slight twinge of guilt. His activity with Riley the night before had been intimate, exciting, unexpected and utterly enjoyable, but he already knew that was a whole thing he didn’t want to get into. Riley was finding himself, but amongst that, he absolutely seemed to be attracted to Carl, who was on his own journey of sexual enlightenment. Greg figured it was best to stay out of their potential relationship, if only to protect his own friendship with them both.
It was looking at Riley’s name, however, that prompted Greg to return to the website he had found about earlier. Scrolling down, he saw so many of his recent mortifying moments immortalised for literally anyone to see. It was both terrifying and thrilling in equal measure. Scrolling further, past a few other random (but usually hot) guys, he found himself looking at Jake again. That morning he had woken up in the park felt so long ago now, despite being barely a handful of days ago.
Jake, along with his housemates… boyfriends… Doms… whatever they were, Liam and Michael, had helped Jake out. Their entire set-up had been bizarre and inexplicable, but as Greg reflected on his brief time with them it became increasingly obvious he had more in common with them than he realised. They had even tried to tell him as much, but he had been so focused on getting home that he had missed all of it. They were definitely people he needed to speak to if he wanted to continue to explore his new interests, but… perhaps now wasn’t the time.
Shaken from his thoughts by a gentle thud from above, Jake stared up at the living room ceiling, knowing Lewis was just above it. He had been surprised by all of his housemates that week. Reggie had surprised him with his eagerness and willingness to inflict humiliation. Sajid had surprised him with the submissive nature of his relationship with Amber. But it was Lewis who had surprised him the most. Before the whole naked nightmare began, he had just been the quiet, nerdy guy across the hall who he never spoke to. The fact he had turned out to be such a sweet, caring and friendly guy had been a real shock and Greg had enjoyed every moment with him so far, though he worried now that Lewis might have been enjoying it a bit… too much!
[If you’re free today, come by my room. I got something I wanna ask you!] That was the last message he had got from Lewis and amongst the many other distractions of the day, it had run through Greg’s mind a few times. It couldn’t be something small. If it was, he would just have asked it in the text message, so what could it be? The only conclusion he seemed to reach each time he considered it was that Lewis wanted to ask him out. The idea didn’t repel Greg. He was almost certainly going to have to accept that his dating life could now include people of all genders, and he certainly liked Lewis, but did he LIKE Lewis? As he considered it, he felt much the same as he did about Riley… a nice guy, fun to be with, but not a potential date.
Hating the idea of hurting his new friend, Greg knew that if he was going to end up rejecting his advances regardless, it was best to do it sooner rather than later, so he stood up and made his way up the stairs. He took a deep breath as he got to the top and knocked gently on the door. He smirked a little as he heard a sudden flurry of movement inside. It sounded like he was tidying up. The obvious desire to impress amused Greg, but only added to the gnawing feeling in his stomach about the prospect of rejecting him.
“Oh, Greg, hi!” Lewis said, looking a little flustered as he opened the door.
“Didn’t catch you in the middle of anything,” Greg asked, lowering his gaze teasingly to Lewis’ crotch for a moment, before he finished, “Did I?”
“No, I was just playing,” Lewis insisted, then blushed heavily as his eyes widened and he added urgently, “Video games! I was playing video games!”
Greg just chuckled, finding the other young man’s embarrassment quite endearing. He felt his resolve waver for a moment. Was dating Lewis really something he wanted to turn down? “You said you needed to ask me something,” he prompted awkwardly.
“Oh, yeah, that… come in!” Lewis said, heading back into his room, leaving Greg to let himself in and close the door. “Grab a seat, if you like,” he offered as he sat down at the head of his bed.
Greg glanced at the desk chair across the room, but opted to sit on the foot of the bed instead. “So… what’s up?” he prompted after a moment’s silence.
“Oh, umm… well… umm… I… I…” Lewis stuttered, sounding incredibly uncomfortable.
Greg shuffled forward and reached out to take hold of Lewis’ hand but pulled back, not wanting to give the wrong message. Still wanting to help though, he took a deep breath and said, “I think… I know what you want!”
“You do?” Lewis asked, looking a mix of surprised and embarrassed.
“Mmm-huh,” Greg hummed. “And… I’ve thought about it a lot today and part of me wants to say yes, cos you’re…” he paused, to smile sweetly, “Cos you’re awesome, but I’m afraid it’d probably have to be a no!”
“Oh!” Lewis said with a sullen nod, staring down at the bed between them. “I understand,” he said softly.
“It’s not that I don’t like you, cos I do. You’re… sweet and kind and fun to hang out with and I really hope we can still be mates and… maybe a bit more than mates, but I get if you wouldn’t wanna do that cos I suppose it’s kinda offensive of me to say I don’t wanna date you but I still wanna fool around with you. Shit, am I an arsehole? I’m sorry!”
“Woah,” Lewis said, raising both hands as he recoiled slightly. “Woah woah woah,” he added, shaking his head. “That was a lot… but… umm, I think there may have been a misunderstanding here!”
Greg just stared blankly, cheeks reddening.
“I… you… you think I wanna date you?” Lewis asked in genuine surprise.
“Umm, any chance we can pretend I DON’T think that?” Greg asked, cringing slightly.
Lewis burst into laughter, which caused Greg to glare angrily for a moment before he eventually joined in too.
“So it’s safe to assume that’s not what you’re asking then,” Greg said sheepishly.
Lewis shook his head as he answered, “Fuck no. I can barely handle my own crazy. Not a fucking chance I could deal with yours on top of it!”
Greg’s brow furrowed as he replied, “I’d probably be offended by that if it wasn’t absolutely fair!” He chuckled gently.
“But wow, good to know where you’re at,” Lewis teased. “And fuck my track record. So far I have asked zero people out and have one rejection. My score is actually a negative. Fuck my life, I guess!”
“Sorry,” Greg said awkwardly.
“But on the bright side, my cute neighbour wants to be friends with benefits, so I guess it’s not all bad!” Lewis went on, getting a shrug and nod of agreement from Greg. “Oh, that reminds of what I ACTUALLY wanted to ask you!”
“Oh, that, yes, let’s move on and pretend I never said any of that,” Greg suggested.
“Yeah, that ain’t happening,” Lewis said slyly. “But yeah. Do you… remember what you offered, back when we were playing Mario Kart?”
“Don’t throw the blue shell and I’ll spare you in the next race?” Greg teased, knowing exactly what Lewis meant. As he got a bemused glare, he added, “Or the bit about betting that the winner gets to fuck the loser?”
Lewis nodded.
“What about it?” Greg asked. It wasn’t hard to figure out what Lewis was getting at, but having just humiliated himself, he wanted to level the field a little.
“Well I… umm… I thought… we could maybe… play again,” Lewis mumbled, avoiding eye contact. “For… for those stakes!”
“Wow!” Greg said, jumping up onto his feet. “Seriously, Lewis. Wow!” he said, shaking his head as Lewis stared at him in increasing dismay. “You think you can just… call me in here…” he started as he paced across the room, “And be, like… hey, wanna play for a fuck and I’ll just… play along!” He stared at Lewis who looked about ready to burst into tears, then smirked a little as he reached down to grab the controllers and said, “Well you’re right. I will!” He tossed a controller to Lewis.
“You… you absolute cunt!” Lewis snapped, scowling angrily. “I really thought…” he started, but was cut off by Greg kissing him.
“So… friends with benefits, you say?” Greg asked as he pulled away and sat back down on the bed.
“Hnnh!” Lewis grunted, sideswiped by the sudden and passionate kiss. He grabbed the TV remote and turned it on, then started up the game as Greg sat silently awaiting his fate. “We could… draw it out a bit if you like. Maybe play… Strip Mario Kart. Lose a race and take something off!”
“Well, I do like naked Lewis!” Greg said confidently.
Lewis stared at Greg in surprise and asked, “You… do?” He frowned and grabbed his stomach as he said, “But… I’m squishy!”
“Oh my god, the fact you just used the word ‘squishy’ is both perfect AND adorable,” Greg giggled. “But d’ya really think that people can only be sexy if they’re like, skinny or muscular?”
“I mean… I don’t… but society does!” Lewis pouted.
“Yeah, well not me. I think you’re hot and I’ll think you’re even hotter when you get forced to strip!” Greg grinned as he started picking a character.
A few moments later, they started their first race. As they entered the final lap, Lewis asked quietly, “You said you forced to strip. Not just naked, but… forced to strip!”
“Mmm-huh,” Greg hummed back thoughtfully, followed by a sudden, “FUCKING BANANA!” as he drove into one, but quickly returned to the conversation as he said, “I guess I did!”
“Is that… what turns you on?” Lewis asked curiously. “People being forced?”
Greg hummed thoughtfully again, letting out an annoyed grunt as he got hit by a shell and lost first place. “I guess so, but… hold up… YUSSS!” He celebrated a little as he took first place back just in time to cross the finish line. Placing his controller on his lap as Lewis, who was currently 8th, continued driving. “I mean, it’s not in a rapey way. I’m not talking someone being held down and forced to have sex, I mean forced as in… like… I dunno, being in a situation where you have no choice, or y’know, paying up on a bet, that sort of thing!”
“Huh,” Lewis nodded as he crossed the finish line. He rolled his eyes as Greg gestured for him to strip for losing the race. He reached down, but paused as he gave Greg cautious side-eye before sitting back up and pulling his t-shirt off. The proud smile he got from Greg was enough to help him push through the embarrassment of willingly exposing his body.
“Why? Is it something you wanna try?” Greg asked curiously.
“Fuck no. That shit’s scary and gives me… whatever the opposite of a boner is!” Lewis said with a snigger as he started the next race.
The two sat playing several more races, each of them losing enough to end up with them both in their underwear… both sporting eager erections too.
“Maybe some time we could play this again and… give you some forfeits for when you lose. Y’know, stuff you’d be… forced to do!” Lewis suggested, holding his controller low enough to rub his erection with his wrist.
“That sounds… awesome!” Greg said happily.
Two more races and both of them sat completely naked, staring at the screen in mutual nervous silence.
“So… last race, I guess,” Lewis said shakily. “We’re sure about this. Winner fucks the loser!”
“Do it!” Greg said as he grinned round at Lewis.
Lewis hit the button to begin the race and they both leaned forward a little, staring at the screen intently. The countdown timer started, three… two… one… they were off!
Greg was off to a good start, but immediately noticed a lack of movement on the other half of the screen. Glancing round at Lewis, he could see he had placed his controller aside and was sitting there, looking terrified, but apparently just waiting to lose. Lewis wanted to lose!?
Greg wasn’t quite sure how to react…
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