Interactive Story - Greg's Naked Nightmare - Part 28 (Patreon)

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Part 27 Voting Results

Ready to face his public exposure at the nudism presentation, Greg figures he needs some help to relieve his horniness. But who's he gonna call (don't say Ghostbusters!!)

1. Message both Carl and Riley, to play with them both and attempt to kick-start their potential relationship – 33%

2. Message Ollie and see if he wants to meet up again for some fun, or maybe more!? – 67%

3. Message his housemates and see if any of them are free – 0%

4. Just head to the toilets and hope to pick up someone random, or wank if he doesn’t find anyone – 0%

Part 28

Greg knew he had made the right choice the moment he saw Ollie approaching. While his head was racing with a thousand racing thoughts over the upcoming seminar, one single thought… no, one single word cut through it all as he saw Ollie. “Wow!” Greg gasped quietly to himself. “Okay, okay, play it cool,” he told himself under his breath.

So far, Greg had only seen Ollie in his gym gear, and then afterwards still looking pretty casual. Today he looked quite different, with his golden-blonde hair perfectly styled and sporting much more fashionable attire. Not that Greg knew what was actually fashionable, but it still looked like the stunning young man had put more effort into his appearance in one day than Greg had in his entire life!

Ollie took a second to notice, but as he saw Greg staring at him his timid smile gave way to a huge grin that just lit up his entire face. It made Greg’s heart flutter and his stomach churn and his head spin all at once. “Hi,” Greg finally managed to speak as Ollie got close.

“Hey,” Ollie said happily. His eyes roamed up and down Greg as he said, “You’re wearing clothes!”

“Oh, sorry,” Greg apologised, then frowned as he wasn’t sure why.

“No!” Ollie insisted, looking suddenly nervous. “I… I wasn’t complaining, it’s just the first time I’ve seen you… NOT naked. You… you look good. I mean… umm… you looked good naked too, I’m not saying it’s… it’s better with clothes! I liked you naked and… and…” He just stopped, letting out a frustrated groan as his head drooped forward.

Greg laughed a little. Seeing Ollie so nervous was actually helping calm his own nerves a little. “It’s okay, I knew what you meant,” he insisted. “You, umm… you look good too. Really… really good!” he said, gulping slightly as the looked the attractive young man up and down. “I’m really glad you came. I wasn’t sure you’d be around!”

“You really think I’d miss your big moment?” Ollie asked with a cheeky grin, then nodded off to the side where there was a small seating area.

Greg chuckled at the comment as he followed. As Ollie took the seat on one end of a three-seater, Greg sat on the other end, though they both immediately turned to face each other, each placing a knee up on the empty seat between them. “Ah, so you JUST wanted to see me naked again!” Greg teased.

“No!” Ollie said defensively. “Well… I DO wanna see it, but… but… not JUST that!”

“It’s okay, I’m just kidding,” Greg smirked, then said a little awkwardly, “I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to, like, wait three days or something to call you!”

“I think that’s only after a date,” Ollie replied, then stared wide-eyed at Greg as he asked, “Wait… w… was it… a date?”

Greg looked as tongue-tied as Ollie as he just stared back for a moment, then shrugged and said, “I dunno. Does walking round naked in front of someone for an hour then getting off with ‘em in the shower count as a date? If it does, then I guess this counts as a second date!”

“You… this… it’s…” Ollie stuttered, almost hyperventilating.

Greg looked down at Ollie’s arm, which was resting along the backrest of the row of seats. He raised his hand and placed it gently on Ollie’s. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make it awkward. Just… take a breath, okay!”

“That’s not helping!” Ollie said as he stared at the hand resting on his own.

“Oh, sorry,” Greg blushed as he went to pull his hand away.

Ollie immediately grabbed it and said, “I didn’t say I didn’t like it!” He still looked anxious, but his smile had managed to return.

Greg grinned at the gesture. It was so absolutely bizarre. In the past week, he had been naked in public more times than he could count, he had been subjected to teasing and torment and sexual forfeits. He had been forced to cum, fucked in exchange for clothes and exposed on the internet. Yet somehow, despite all that, despite knowing he was barely an hour away from his most public exposure yet, holding Ollie’s hand was the single most terrifying thing he had felt all week. Terrifying and wonderful all at the same time, but still, it made his heart pound.

Greg felt his cock twitch a little at the delicate touch too. After all, he had called Ollie in hopes of relieving his overwhelming horniness ahead of the meeting. He was already picturing the sexy young man naked – the slender body, the smooth flawless skin, the raging erection.

“Y’know… I was kinda worried this was maybe… a… ugh, I hate actually saying these words out loud, but… ‘booty call’,” Ollie said, rolling his eyes at his inability to think of a better phrase.

Greg felt a knot in his stomach. That’s exactly what it was… or was it? If he just wanted sex, he had plenty of other options, yet he had called Ollie. He suddenly felt a hint of doubt on his own side of things as he said, “And I was kinda worried you… only liked me for my nudity!”

Ollie blushed and looked undeniably guilty as he avoided Greg’s gaze, their hands still holding gently. “Umm… I did… think about that. I mean, I’ve been thinking about it pretty much… non-stop all last night!”

Greg smirked as he asked, “Oh yeah? Thinking about it, or… ‘thinking about it’?” He accentuated the second version with a wink and suggestive tone.

“Erm… actually… both,” Ollie admitted timidly.

Greg gulped, feeling his cock throb. “You… did you… think about while… jerking off?”

“Would you take the piss outta me if I said yes?” Ollie asked awkwardly.

“No. I’d say it was hot!” Greg answered honestly.

“Oh,” Ollie said with a grin. “Then yeah. Three times!”

Greg let out a low groan at the thought of it. It was something that had been on his mind since seeing himself on the website, though realistically it had probably played into his drunken fantasies long before that. The thought of people getting turned on from seeing him was truly thrilling. “Was it just… how I looked or, like…”

“The embarrassment!” Ollie insisted fervently, nodding enthusiastically. “It’s so hot. Seeing you walking round the gym so clearly embarrassed, then walking into the cafeteria too…” He couldn’t say any more. Instead he just shook his head as he squirmed, lifting his leg a little to try and conceal what was becoming an increasingly obvious bulge.

“So… if I… went into this thing today and it ended up REALLY embarrassing, that’d… that’d be… good for you?” Greg asked, feeling slightly nauseous at the his own wandering thoughts.

“Well, you’re gonna be naked in front of basically the entire Uni, cos EVERYONE’s going!” Ollie said with a cautiously excited grin.

“How about… more embarrassing than… just being naked?” Greg asked, feeling the tip of his cock moistening as he oozed precum.

Ollie finally pulled his hand away, but it was only so he could cross his arms across his lap. He didn’t answer, but his obvious excitement spoke for itself.

“There’s something I need to tell you!” Greg said, looking round nervously, though with his clothes on nobody really seemed to pay much attention to him, which he really wasn’t used to.

“Oh god, please, don’t tell me you have a girlfriend,” Ollie winced.

“No, not at the moment,” Greg said, shaking his head. As he saw Ollie still look a little worried, he added, “I’m bi!” he said, then realised it was probably the first time he’d admitted it aloud. “I was gonna say… umm…” he paused to look round again, then continued quietly, “I’m not… actually a nudist!”

Ollie’s face ticked through a range of emotions, though confusion seemed to be the main one that kept re-appearing as he tried to understand it. “Then… why… why were you…”

“Ugh, it’s a long story,” Greg sighed, shaking his head. “I’m actually just… kinda of… INTO being naked and maybe… embarrassed and stuff too. It’s sort of a new but sort of not, I guess I’m still figuring it out!”

“Wait, so you… did all the stuff yesterday, and you’re doing the thing today and you’re… not even a nudist, you just get turned on by it?” Ollie asked, squirming a little more.

“Mmm-huh,” Greg hummed, staring at Ollie nervously.

“Fuck, that’s so hot!” Ollie growled.

“You don’t think it’s weird?” Greg asked, pleasantly surprised.

Ollie smirked as he replied, “Course I fucking do. It IS weird, but then… I guess getting turned on from SEEING someone do that stuff makes me weird too!”

“It turns you on?” Greg gulped.

“Duh!” Ollie said, lifting his arms a little to reveal the bulge of his erection.

“Okay,” Greg nodded, getting momentarily lost in thought. “So… here’s a question for ya!”

Ollie grinned eagerly as he said, “Yeah?”

“If… if this WAS a date, or I suppose even if it wasn’t but we actually… DID date, would that mean you’d… be interested in maybe… helping me explore more of this sort of shit?” Greg asked, feeling the excited fluttering in his chest again.

“Would I help you get naked and embarrassed at every opportunity?” Ollie reframed the question with a chuckle. “Let’s just say…” he started, then lunged forward to grab Greg and pull him into a kiss.

Greg froze for a moment, taking it all in. A cute, sexy, beautiful guy… who wanted to date him… and wanted to help him explore his new fetish. It seemed almost too good to be true and he might have believed it was little more than a dream if he didn’t happen to have a tongue halfway down his throat proving it wasn’t! He started kissing back, grabbing gently onto him, a hand reaching up to cup his nape. They continued making out, oblivious to anyone passing by.

As they eventually parted, both were blushing and grinning all at once.

“Y’know, I did kinda hope you’d want to hook up,” Greg explained. “I thought that might help me avoid… umm… getting excited on stage!”

“Oh, I can still do that if you like. I wanna get to know you more but… sex is okay too,” Ollie said with a gentle shrug.

“I figured,” Greg nodded. “But… I thin maybe… I’d rather go on WITHOUT relieving myself and if I DO get a boner… well, it’ll be nice knowing there’s someone in the audience who appreciates it!” He couldn’t believe what he was saying, what he was considering, but he wanted to please Ollie so much.

“That’s amazing,” Ollie said, staring in genuine admiration and appreciation, until a wicked grin spread over his face and he added, “But sex after, right?”

“Of course!” Greg chuckled. “Wouldn’t be a date without it!”

*****

“Thank you all for coming!” Trevor called out, pleased but not surprised at the packed auditorium. Every seat was full, with many standing too. It was a far cry from the two dozen people he’d seen at the previous seminars as part of Body Positivity week. “It’s refreshing to see so many people eager to understand and celebrate body positivity.”

Greg stood at the back of the stage and almost every eye was on him, though he was not yet naked. He had been surprised when Trevor told him not to strip backstage. It seemed like an unexpectedly kind gesture from the antagonistic tutor, until the realisation struck Greg that it meant he would likely have to strip ON STAGE. Walking out naked to the packed room was one thing, but having them watch him undress, it seemed even worse somehow.

He stood vaguely listening as Trevor started talking about nudism, or naturism as it was more commonly called around the UK. Having done a brief bit of research the night before, Greg was surprised to hear how much of what his cursory search seemed to be included in Trevor’s talk. It seemed he had done the same as Greg and ‘researched’ mostly from Wikipedia.

To his credit, Trevor was actually doing a good job of making the talk educational and related to body positivity, but however engaging he might have been the audience knew what they were there for and there was a sudden murmur as they heard the words, “And now for our lovely volunteer!”

Greg felt a tightness in his chest. It wasn’t the same as the pleasant fluttering Ollie had been giving him. While that was terrifyingly wonderful, this was wonderfully terrifying, which probably sounds the same but feels very different.

“Everyone, a round of applause for Greg please,” Trevor requested as he gestured back for Greg to step forward.

Greg actually considered just running away, but even if he had been willing to risk his place at the University by backing out now, he knew he had people to impress. It wasn’t just about Ollie… though that was definitely the big one. He had so many people he knew that he had spotted in the crowd. Carl, Riley and Ravi were together a few rows from the front, whispering to each other as they watched in delight. Ollie was over on the right a little further back, standing with Xander and a couple of other guys. He had spotted all three of his housemates in the crowd, though Reggie and Lewis were both alone while Sajid was stood alongside Amber, who was grinning at the imminent exposure, whispering things to Sajid who didn’t look too thrilled about whatever she was saying.

Even beyond his closest friends, there were more faces Greg knew. Other members of his study group and from his courses, people he had seen in the gym or cafeteria the day before, even a couple of the students who had found and helped him when he was stranded naked in a classroom. Greg couldn’t help wondering what they must have been thinking and what they might have revealed about his earlier shenanigans.

So many faces, familiar and unfamiliar, all of which lit up at the words, “Greg will now undress!”

Greg got started and considered taking it slowly, but that felt like it would unnecessarily prolong the torturous moment. Instead, he just undid the top button of his shirt and yanked it off over his head, throwing it to the back of the stage. The whispering in the crowd grew.

“Now Greg,” Trevor said, standing alongside the half-naked young man. “How long have you been interested in nudism?”

Greg felt his cheeks flush, which was strange as he was sure he had already been red-faced before he started. Wanting to keep it as close to the truth as possible, he leaned to the microphone Trevor held out as he reached for the waistband of his shorts. “Quite some time, though it’s only quite recently I’ve started exploring it!”

More muttering from the crowd as Greg’s shorts found their way down to his ankles.

“What do you…” Trevor started, but saw Greg lean down and said, “Oops, let’s try that again!” He squatted down next to Greg, getting a wave of chuckles from the audience. “What do you enjoy about nudism?” he asked, looking up slightly at Greg as the young man fiddled with his trainers to undo them.

“I guess… the freedom to just be myself,” Greg explained, trying to turn his feelings about nudity into something relatable to the ‘official’ subject.

Trevor stood back up as Greg stepped out of his trainers and shorts. “And don’t you feel you can be yourself… with clothes on?” he asked, getting a few murmurs of agreement from the crowd.

Greg frowned. He didn’t know any other nudists. There might have been some sat in that room and he’d never know. He felt a little guilty, using something he really knew nothing about as a smokescreen for his more sordid pursuits, so he answered as frankly as he could without belittling the subject as he said, “If I feel more comfortable being naked, then I like to get naked. How other people feel about wearing clothes shouldn’t affect how I feel about it!”

Trevor looked genuinely impressed at the answer, though his eyes quickly dropped to Greg’s underwear for a moment.

Greg let out a sigh as he reached for the boxer briefs. There was a collective intake of breath from the crowd followed by a surprisingly loud silence as Greg reached down again to shove his underwear down. Quickly kicking them to the back of the stage with the rest of his clothes, Greg stood up, bold and bare. He was naked… in front of hundreds of classmates, peers, friends and faculty.

“So tell me, Greg. How does it feel?” Trevor asked with a teasing grin.

“Actually,” Greg said, feeling his pulse racing, “It feels… really good! Is it… okay if I say a few words before we get to the questions?”

“Of course,” Trevor said, placing the microphone into the stand on the pedestal he had started at, then stood back, bowing slightly as he gestured towards it.

Greg moved into place, staring out at the hundreds of faces, some amused, some shocked, some delighted, some slightly disgusted. However they reacted, they were all sat there, watching him expose himself, most with no clue of the reality behind the moment.

“Okay everyone, I’ll be honest,” Greg started, “Being up here today in front of you all is… NOT how I imagined my week going!” It got a wave of laughs. “In fact, if you’d put me up here a week ago like this, I’d probably have passed out, thrown up or maybe both at once!” More laughs. “But here I am. This is me!” he went on, taking the microphone out as he moved away from the pedestal, feeling wrong to be covering up as he said it.

“This is my dick!” Greg said bluntly. “Apologies for the… direct language, but this is hardly a time for subtlety!” A few sniggers but mostly he heard murmurs of agreement. “It’s quite flattering that so many of you came here to see it. I imagine some of you have even heard rumours about… how it’s reacted at other times while I’ve been on campus. Yes, that DOES happen sometimes. I’m a guy, I have… urges and any guy who says they don’t pop a boner about twenty times a day is either lying or should probably see a doctor!”

The comment got a mixed wave of laughs, comments and even a few teases as friends poked fun at each other.

As if saying the word actually summoned it, Greg felt his cock swell just a little. He had done well so far of composing himself and acting like he wasn’t living out a genuine nightmare, but as he felt himself starting to chub up, the aforementioned throwing up felt like it might actually happen. Understandably, people noticed right away.

“In fact, here comes one now, because… well, why wouldn’t it!” Greg said, sharing his frustration with the crowd. It got some chuckles and sympathetic looks, but a surprising amount of excited stares too. “The only difference between this,” he said, gesturing to his cock that was now rising as if attached to some invisible string that was lifting it, “”And the rest of the guys out there is that mine’s just a LITTLE harder to hide, but why SHOULD I? As Trevor has been explaining all week, the human body is wonderful. I’m not saying mine’s a perfect example, but the point is that there IS no perfect example. We’re all perfect the way we are, and the way I am is…”

“HORNY!” someone called out from the crowd, getting raucous laughter in response.

Greg flinched a little at the comment. He had actually felt in control for a moment, but that single shout shattered the illusion and left him realising he was just standing there, naked, exposed and aroused. Any words he had left seemed to fail him.

“Well thank you for that, Greg,” Trevor said, stepping in before the crowd took over completely. “Any questions for Greg now?”

A lot of hands shot into the air. Trevor gestured to one of the volunteers helping him and pointed to a young man at the front.

“Aren’t you embarrassed?” he asked as a microphone was held out to him.

“Honestly?” Greg said, glancing briefly over at Ollie. “Yes, a bit.” As he heard mumbles from the crowd, he sighed and added, “Okay, this is absolute nightmare fuel, but I’m doing it anyway as it’s… important!”

Trevor gestured to the next raised hand and as the microphone was positioned, they asked, “Is it a sex thing? You look like you’re WAY more into it than just liking being nude!”

“Well, no, I… umm…” Greg stuttered. It was hard to deny, mainly because he was… hard! More than hard. By now the tip of his cock was glistening with precum. It was horrific, and only made worse by the excitement he felt over his own humiliation. He kept looking round at his friends. Ollie, then Riley, back to Ollie, Carl, Ollie again, Lewis, and another look to Ollie. ‘Three times’, Greg suddenly thought. Ollie had jerked off over him three times last night. That stunning, beautiful young man who was transfixed on him had been so excited over seeing Greg that he had shot three loads for it. He felt his cock throb.

“Nudism is not a sexual act,” Trevor insisted, stepping in for Greg. “As was explained, male anatomy has its… quirks and sometimes it doesn’t always make sense, but Greg has assured me his interest is purely recreational, not sexual!”

“You sure?” someone shouted out. “He looks ready to blow!”

The crowd went wild, laughing over the comment and speculating over whether he was right.

“He’s a pervert!” “He’s got some balls!” “It’s just nudity!” “He’s definitely hot though!” “It looks kinda fun!” “I could never!”

Trevor called for quiet but the comments kept on coming. Not just comments. Jeers. Taunts. Mockery. Laughter. Compliments. Insults. Admiration, Repulsion. All of it coming Greg’s way all at once. Unfiltered feelings and unrestrained opinions as hundreds of people watched on as the naked young man stood in absolute public humiliation.

“I think maybe we should…” Trevor started, taking a step towards Greg. He placed a hand on the naked young man’s back and received a whimper of shock in return.

Greg didn’t know what it was. The sheer spectacle and magnitude of his exposure. Being seen by people he knew. The pent-up excitement and anticipation. The desire to excite Ollie even further. It was likely a mix of it all, but it was an undeniably heady mix that finally pushed Greg over the edge. “Oh my god,” he gasped in a mix of terror and delight as his cock throbbed once, twice, three times and then finally catapulted a arc of spunk flying forward. His face contorted into absolute shock and humiliation as the crowd went insane, some cheering, others looking away in disgust.

Greg stood frozen to the spot as his dick throbbed and pulsated, flicking cum in every direction as it flailed around in an untouched but intense orgasm. He stared up at Ollie who looked equally shocked, but utterly overjoyed.

His spunk had spattered heavily down onto the stage, some of it even flying off the end. Greg couldn’t help wondering if he had actually managed to reach the front row. He hadn’t even touched it – he hadn’t needed to. The sheer humiliation had been enough and now his semen was smeared before him as the entire crowd was in absolute uproar at what they had seen. The shouts and comments were indecipherable, which was likely a blessing as Greg stood there with his still-hard dick gently bobbing away as he panted to regain his breath, a slight drip of cum still dangling from the tip.

There was no way this could be real. How could it have even come to this? All he had wanted to do was give himself a quick thrill. That was why he had gone to the park, why he had destroyed his clothes and left himself stranded naked. His secret desire gradually bursting its way out, only daring to emerge when drunk but wanting so desperately to see the light of day. A repressed wank fantasy had remained hidden for too long and finally broke out, taking over Greg’s life as it emerged. Sure, it had brought so many wonderful things with it – new friends, new adventures, new fantasies… a new boyfriend!? As amazing as all of that was, it didn’t change the fact he was stark, bollock naked… on a stage… at the University with his semen sprayed spectacularly for the entertainment and disgust of everyone he had met in his entire time there. They could see his shame, his excitement, his humiliation, his joy. The good and the bad smeared across the stage in long streaks of white goo.

“Fuck!” Greg muttered as he finally regained the ability to move and fled from the stage amidst the realisation of what had just happened. The entire University had just seen him spontaneously ejaculate in public. This was a humiliation he would surely never recover from. Every moment of the past several days had felt the worst – naked on the street, fucked by a schoolboy, humiliated by his friends, exposed in the cafeteria, but every moment of it paled in comparison to this. Truly he had reached the apex of his naked nightmare! The ultimate humiliation was now complete.

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