Choose Your Own Adventure - Part 8 (Patreon)

You guys voted for Bobby to make Oliver and Drake get naked, and your wish is my command! Read on for this week's instalment and don't forget to vote for what you want to happen next.

Drake tried to keep his voice calm as he glared at Bobby. “What exactly will you be taking?”

Bobby laughed. “For a start, I think you can strip off that suit. I’ll take that for starters.”

Despite wanting to argue, Drake kept his mouth shut. He knew he had a spare suit in his closet, and as much as he didn’t want to give in to Bobby, he didn’t want anyone but him getting their hands on Oliver.

“You just want my suit?” Drake asked as he stood up from his desk.

With a nod, Bobby smiled. “Just the suit . . . and whatever’s under it.”

Drake rolled his eyes. “So, you just want me naked?”

“That’s exactly what I want. In fact, I want you both naked.”

Bobby yanked open the closet door and Drake’s cock throbbed at the sight of Oliver bent over at the waist, his spread cheeks facing the open door with the line of the thong visible.

“What the fuck?” Oliver yelped, jumping up and spinning around to face them.

“Change of plans, Ollie,” Bobby said, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the office. “You’re getting naked, unless you’d rather I took a ride on that sexy ass of yours.”

Oliver blushed furiously as he took in the hungry look in Bobby’s eyes.

Bobby was an attractive guy, but Oliver had only had eyes for Drake for so long that he couldn’t even fathom the idea of letting some other guy fuck him when he could finally have Drake.

Without a second thought, Oliver toed off his shoes and bent over to peel off his socks. He stood up, unknotted his tie and pulled it free from his shirt, before tossing it on top of his shoes.

Drake could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Oliver unbutton his shirt, revealing his meaty pecs. He removed the shirt and threw it on the floor, before taking a deep breath and sliding a hand inside the pouch of his thong. With his free hand, Oliver slowly yanked down the skimpy thong until it dropped to his ankles. He stepped out of it and kicked it away.

“There,” Oliver said, somewhat breathless. “Naked. Are we done now?”

With a smug grin, Bobby shook his head before turning to face Drake. “You might be done Ollie, but your boss needs to catch up.”

Oliver’s eyes widened. He hadn’t realised that Drake was getting naked too, and he couldn’t deny that he was desperate to see his sexy boss exposed in his office. In fact, he felt his cock start to harden against his palm.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m doing it,” Drake said through clenched teeth, still unable to believe that he was being blackmailed by some idiot from accounting.

Drake removed his jacket, which was not the easiest task given how tightly it fit his broad shoulders, but once he’d pulled his arms free, he tossed it on his desk before undoing his tie and adding it to the pile.

“Keep going,” Bobby said, noticing Drake pausing.

As he started to unbutton his shirt, Drake tried to keep his eyes off of Oliver. This was certainly not how he’d imagined the first time he’d be stripping off for him. But there was also the fact that seeing Oliver’s sexy naked body was keeping his cock hard as a rock and he was nervous of removing his pants and Bobby seeing his predicament.

In a similar predicament was Oliver. Watching his gorgeous boss slowly unbutton his shirt to reveal his furry pics and stomach had Oliver’s cock already leaking against his hand, and he was very conscious that his hand was no longer enough to hide this.

Thankfully, Bobby’s attention was solely focused on Drake as he added his shirt to the pile of clothing on his desk.

Drake bent over and untied the laces on his shoes before pulling them off and throwing them on his desk. He then removed his socks and undid the buckle on his belt.

“What are you stopping for?” Bobby asked. “Get a move on.”

Drake blushed. He didn’t want to remove his suit pants. As soon as they came off, Bobby would see his cock bulging in his skimpy bikini briefs.

“Fuck,” Drake whispered as he unbuttoned the pants and yanked down the fly. With a little wrestling, he got the pants to his knees before gravity took them to his ankles.

“Holy fuck,” Bobby yelled, bursting into laughter. “What’s with you two and your slutty undies?”

Oliver’s cock twitched against his hand as Drake revealed a skimpy pair of white bikini briefs that were not remotely capable of containing the thick heavy cock that was desperately trying to escape them. There was a damp patch where the head of his cock was drooling on the white, now slightly transparent material.

“Looks like someone is enjoying showing off,” Bobby said with a grin. “Undies too. Come on!”

Following Oliver’s example, Drake slid a hand inside the pouch of his bikini briefs and tried to shield as much of his cock from Bobby as he could before yanking his briefs down and stepping out of them.

Drake placed his other hand over his cock and balls and stood up as straight and tall as he could. “Okay, we’re naked. Now what?”