They all hiked up here with a little secret - the thongs under their seemingly regular and masculine clothes and facade. It was a simple exhibitionist and thrill-seeking idea from Chaz in the green thong - they go up to the mountain road, throw their clothes to the bottom, and then have to run down before too many people see them. He posed it as a funny jackass joke, but they all secretly knew they were kinky guys who liked a good thrill. Darian in the white thong in the middle played it off as him always wanting to try jackass stunts, and Lorenzo on the right in the blue thong joked that the world should be lucky enough to see his perfectly toned and muscular body.
When they made it to the top, it was go time. Their hearts were racing as they waited for the last car to clear the scene and saw no one in sight. They all lowers their pants to reveal their rock hard cocks leaking precum. They all looked at each otherâs tenting thongs and asses, down at their own, tried not to lick their lips, and forced a laugh. Go time.
â1, 2, 3⌠STRIP!â yelled Chaz, to which they all practically ripped off their pants and shirts, balled them up and threw them down to the bottom.
As soon as they watched them hit the ground, the wave of pleasure and fear took over their bodies, as they looked down to see that they now had nothing on but their sandals, thongs, and throbbing hard cocks. They all looked at each other with a smile filled with horny joy, but holding back a natural nervous fear. Then they woke up as they saw a convoy of car starting to come up the mountain road, and began to dart down the mountain road to their only ticket out of this self-inflicted thrill ride - their clothes.
They werenât even a quarter of the way down before a car made it to them, which was full of college guys probably from their same college, who honked, rolled down their windows, and recorded their thong run while laughing and cat-calling. This continued on with more honks, laughs, and catcalls, but even garnered some looks of disgust, all while the guys were in a mix of covering themselves, not covering themselves, feeling regret, and feeling pure ecstasy.
By the time they got to the bottom, their clothes were luckily still right there on the road. The guys cheered in relief as they raced towards them after that thong thrill run. That relief only lasted so long when a cop car came into view, pulled up next to them, and caught them dead in their tracks.
âYou perverts are coming with me. Well, it looks like you precame a little on your own.â the officer said, trying to hide a smile behind a facade of disgust, as he pointed at their fully hard cocks soaking their things with precum.
âWeâre sorry, sir, we just thought it was a funny joke. No harm no foul, right? Oh, and this? The must just be sweat, plus itâs easy to get a little excited down there when youâre running and this funny little strap is rubbing your- actually, yeah, weâre sorry, we wonât do it again, and now weâre just going to go get our clothes and-â said Chaz nervously, as he tried to defend him and his friends, before getting cut off.
âYou wonât be needing those at the station. Now, letâs get you cuffed so you canât pull anything. Hands behind your backs and no funny business.â said the officer, as he got out of his car with three pairs of handcuffs.
Chaz, Darian, and Lorenzo looked at each other in horror. Their little thrill-seeking adventure was coming to an end. The officer latched on the cuffs, as a line of cars behind them and in front of them on the mountain road honked, cat-called, and laughed at them. The officer then lead them into the back seat of his car, and took off.
âPlease, we canât have sex offender records! It was just a joke!â pleaded Darian, as he bumped around with his friends in the back seat.
âWell, hereâs another joke. Hereâs the deal. You guys find a way to all cum in that back seat before we get to the police station and Iâll drop you off at home. Deal?â the officer said, shooting a laugh and smile back at them through the rear view mirror.
They all looked at each other and laughed nervously, but by the look of the officerâs face, this was no joke. They tried to look disgusted with the thought, but all three of them had dreamed of an orgy together, and here they were in the back seat of a cop car, handcuffed, and wearing nothing but sandals and precum-soaked thongs. To their disadvantage, though, the fear had killed their homers
âThereâs eight minutes until we get to the station. Do what you need to do. Crazier things have gone on that backseat.â laughed the officer, as he licked his lips.
The guys looked at each other and the fake look of disgust dropped from their faces. Determination and the slight hint of a smile took its place in full effect. Suddenly, they were all on each other, humping, kissing, thrusting, moaning, and completely wrapping themselves together.
âWeâll be there in a minute.â said the officer, grinning at them.
In that moment, it was like a switch flipped as the started to hump harder and moan louder. Then, completely connected, they all let out shrill moans as they shot their full loads into their thongs just as they pulled up to the police station. They laid there on top of each other, covered in sweat and each otherâs juices, unable to hide their joy and pleasure. They couldnât even hide it when they looked at each other and tried to hold back a kiss in this moment.
âNice job, guys, time to get you home. Where to?â the officer said, smiling right back to them, with his hands clearly down his pants.
â6911 Frat Row.â huffed Lorenzo, completely out of breath.
It wasnât long before they got to frat row, which you could tell it was the daylight hours on a Friday night, based on all of the cookouts taking place in every frat and sorority frontline, and the masses of people. Then they stopped.
âLast stop. Itâs been fun, but Iâve got places to be. Iâll leave your handcuff keys at the front door.â said the officer nonchalantly.
âWhat do you mean, our house is all the way at the end of these parties? Itâs not far?â said Chaz with a little bit of attitude.
âI said what I said. If you want me to turn this car around and I go book you guys, be my guest. Now, enjoy thrill ride part two - sorry, three, and get out of my car. Youâll want to be quick, because - well - yeah.â said the officer as he unlocked the doors and turned on his sirens.
The guys looked at each other in horror, then at the masses of people staring at the car, and then at the officer in disbelief.
âRun.â said the officer.
Lorenzo had to angle himself to open the door, and nearly fell out as jumped out. Chaz and Darian followed in suit. The officer then sped off down the road to their house to leave the handcuff keys, but not a single eye on the street traced to the cop car - there was another spectacle standing there. Three well-built guys wearing nothing but the deer in the headlight look on their faces, each otherâs sweat and cum all over their own muscles, the handcuffs restraining them from covering themselves, and their cum-cloaked thongs currently hugging their holes and fully erect massive dicks.
âRun!â ordered Chaz, as he lead the way down the street.
Darian and Lorenzo followed in close suit, as the sea of frats, sororities, and their guests began to line the road with cat-calls, laughs, and yells of disgust. Every person had their phone out, and some of the drunker guys went into the street to give slaps on ass, try to swipe at their thongs, or try to grab and restrain them. Luckily no one was able to stop their running path, but it was still a solid mile to the house, as the crowd trailed behind like a mob.
By the time they got to the house, they farted to the front door, completely out of breath. They saw it - their freedom in the form of the handcuff keys - three of them. They looked at each other, nodded, squatted down backwards to pick them up, and started their messy, desperate attempt to unlock each other with all of their hands restrained behind their backs. They desperately fiddled and finagled for probably five minutes, constantly dropping the keys or getting the key wrong, all while a massive cackling crowd surrounded them on all sides with phone cameras capturing every moment and every bit of their bodies. Finally, they got Lorenzo free. He started to go for the other keys, but Chaz and Darian looked at the crowd and then back at Lorenzo desperately.
âGet the spare key!â yelled Chaz and Darian both, as they nodded to the doormat.
Lorenzo bent down, legs shaking from nerves and exhaustion, and threw the mat to the side. He stopped.
âWhat are you doing?! Hurry up and let us in to the-â yelled Chaz, unable to complete his sentence.
The three boys looked down in cold terror. It wasnât there. The spare key wasnât there.
âLast Thursday when I was drunk and lost my key⌠I let myself in. The spareâs in the house.â sighed Chaz, looking down in defeat, unable to hide his shame in the same way he couldnât hide his massive erection.
Darian and Lorenzo then looked at each other with fire in their eyes and nodded. Lorenzo moved with immense speed as he grabbed the keys from his friends and undid their handcuffs. Darian and Lorenzo then grabbed ahold of Chaz, and began to barrel through the crowd. They felt everything - gropes all over their bodies, grabs onto their limbs and things that they had to push or shrug off, and the suffocation of phones and laughter on every inch of their body with their faces unmistakably visible. By the time they escaped the crowd, Chaz had tears welling up in his eyes, but there was no time to stop. They dragged him in the direction of their one saving grace.
âChaz, this isnât your fault!â yelled Darian, as he looked back at the crowd they had managed to lose, but then forward to the new cars and people getting a good look and cat-calling them.
âYeah, this started out as a joke, but this has honestly been everything we ever wanted and we all know it! Hell, I know we all leave our doors unlocked when weâre jacking off because we want to get caught, or we pretend like we donât remember the way we touch each other when weâre drunk! This is liberating and itâs all thanks to you!â yelled Lorenzo, who also didnât care about who heard them at this point.
âYou guys really mean that? Well, after all that I think weâre ruined, but I wouldnât have this any other way with any other smoking hot guys! And with that, letâs find that officer before another finds us!â yelled Chaz, wiping away his tears.
And so the boys raced through town to the police station, gathering the usual cat calls, laughs, and disgust. By the time they got there, their officer friend parked out in front enjoy a coffee. They raced over and banged on his door, to which he lowered it.
âYou fine gentleman look familiar and in need of help. Need a ride?â asked the officer, unlocking the door for the three to jump in.
âWell, officer, we locked ourselves out. Weâll have to tell you the fun story about what we experienced in that streak down frat row and us trying to get in.â said Chaz, cheerful from all of the excitement, and completely at peace with the realization that everyone they knew and loved would see this group of friends in nothing by sandals, handcuffs, and tenting cum-soaked thong.
âItâs Brady to you guys. And I think Iâve got a better idea. Iâm off for the weekend and have a cabin not too far in the mountains. I think some guys like us could have some fun up there. A few toys, some skivvies weâd all look good in, and anything you could want. You guys in?â asked the officer, as he sped off through town.
âAfter today, I think weâre down for anything.â said Chaz, as he started to get comfortable with his guys in the back.
What started out as a little streak became a life-changing day. The future was uncertain, but at least they knew they had each other in whatever relationship they now had. They all cuddled together as they drove towards the mountains. It was going to be a hot weekend with their new friend and savior Brady - well, a solid 39 degrees, but theyâd be sharing body heat.