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En garde!

One of his college buds from Alpha Omega Zeta shouted out from the sports car peeling off down the street and out of sight.

Dylan wasn’t scared so much as he was absolutely mortified! His date, a senior girl from CSU who was up in Boulder for the Spring Break weekend, and a total stunning babe, was supposed to pick him up from here at any time after 7:15, and the faint glow of the college’s clock tower in the distance showed the time to now be 10 minutes before 7 o'clock and Dylan was now completely stranded by his own fraternity brothers, Left without any good clothes (or any clothes at all for that matter!) after they had spilled his shake from an early dinner onto his good date night outfit.

And to have made matters worse, he was now fully feeling the effects of the viagra his mate had offered him to help him with his “problems keeping it up for long periods for his lady or other partners who might end up in his bed”.

Dylan was feeling blood constantly rushing between his brightly colored flushed cheeks, strikingly bright red with embarrassment that it was beginning to make his face look sun kissed while showing a look of shock and the overwhelming feeling of not knowing what to do or how he’d be able to cover up this raging and wicked boner he now was pitching out.

One guy even pulling up the blanket to record this video showing off Eric's boner rubbing skills, immediately posting it to social media and tagging him and every friend in his friend's list to it with the caption,

WOMANIZER? More like GAY BONERIZER!

One of his college buds from Alpha Omega Zeta shouted out from the sports car peeling off down the street and out of sight.

Dylan wasn’t scared so much as he was absolutely mortified! His date, a senior girl from CSU who was up in Boulder for the Spring Break weekend, and a total stunning babe, was supposed to pick him up from here at any time after 7:15, and the faint glow of the college’s clock tower in the distance showed the time to now be 10 minutes before 7 o'clock and Dylan was now completely stranded by his own fraternity brothers, Left without any good clothes (or any clothes at all for that matter!) after they had spilled his shake from an early dinner onto his good date night outfit.

And to have made matters worse, he was now fully feeling the effects of the viagra his mate had offered him to help him with his “problems keeping it up for long periods for his lady or other partners who might end up in his bed”.

Dylan was feeling blood constantly rushing between his brightly colored flushed cheeks, strikingly bright red with embarrassment that it was beginning to make his face look sun kissed while showing a look of shock and the overwhelming feeling of not knowing what to do or how he’d be able to cover up this raging and wicked boner he now was pitching out.

Hours sitting in that lifeguard chair, left Tanner feeling like he had visited a particularly kinky acupuncturist. The pins-and-needles sensation permeating through his meaty ass was unshakable. A few hearty slaps to his cheeks got the blood flowing and gave him some much needed relief.

Perhaps the relief was a bit too sweet as he let out an involuntary sigh of relief that sounded eerily similar to a moan. Startled by his own utterance, he came back down to earth and suddenly remembered he wasn't alone in the public pool locker room.

The penetrating gaze of his coworkers rinsing off after their shifts, dads taking a quick shower after dropping their kids with their wives, and off season college swimmers was too much for Tanner to bear. Utterly embarrassed, he turned bright red and covered his ass with both of his hands. Then realizing how silly this was since they were all naked, he sheepishly dropped his hands back to his sides and finished his shower at the speed of light.

With a soft ding the webcam started and the familiar facial mask of the youtube-channel ‘MikeToday!’ appeared in the live stream. Michael, the guy behind both the channel and the mask now occupying the screen smiled and looked into the camera-lens.

“Hi you guys and welcome back to Mike today! Today has been a hectic day and i’ve had a lot of errands to run, but I just had to do this livestream with you guys today. I have been shopping, so i was thinking we could do a haul. What do you guys say?”

Michael held up several bags from famous brands so the audience could see his days work. Messages started dropping in as he finished his statement, many greeting him, some saying things like “I’ve missed you, Mike! Where have you been?” or “MIKE IS BACK! Time for some hairy mask-action!” and some affirming the idea of a haul.

Michael smiled and thanked for the friendly comments, rubbing his hairy chest as he did so. Michael had a very hairy chest and liked showing it of, usually by wearing tight wife-beaters or tank-tops. Today he was wearing the latter, a tank top that revealed much of his hairy chest and some of his nipples. The black hair under his armpits were also clearly visible as if it was trying to escape the sweaty crevices of the young man.

“Okay you guys, let’s do this! “

Michael did a quick stretch of his arms, flashing his armpits and it’s hairy, sweaty content. He adjusted his mask and pulled out the first item from one of the bags.

“Okey, so this is a hoodie i found and i really like it. It fits verry well, was half price and… It is sooo soft!. “

Michael softly rubbed the fabric of the hoodie and leaned in to the screen in order to read the comments through the mask:

Put it on? No, I have a few items i’d like to show you guys, maybe next time. But thank you for the compliment! He responded to one of the comments reading “Put it on and rub your hairy chest! I bet it you’d love it!”

Michael opened the next bag and pulled out the next item:

So this is a three-pack of Calvin Clein boxers. I actually managed to get them for free as I’m a member. I really like boxers, it’s just the right amount of freedom and movement and they’re sexy as fuck.

He leaned in again to read the stream of comments appearing on the screen.

You guys, I’m NOT gonna strip for you! You pervs! 

He laughed and leaned back in his chair. The attention from the commenters and the tone of the messages made Michael’s dick starting to stiffen. Smiling behind his mask, he grabbed his swelling, hardening dick under the table and started to fondle it. He continued to read the comments:

“Take of that tank-top and change into those briefs, cutie” he read aloud and chuckled. Bro, you guys are pervs!

Michael rubbed his dick through his sweatpants as he considered the request. Then he got the motivation to put him over the edge.

Grizzlymonkey99, you’ll send 50$ over patreon? Really? Okay, fine! I’ll put them on for you guys! Hold on a sec.

Michael carefully stood up, adjusting his rock-hard erection in his pants so it would not show for the webcam. He walked over to, what Michael thought was outside the view of the webcam and took of his tank-top. The audience in the live-stream saw Michael walk to the edge of the webcam’s field of view… but not leaving it.

The comments all stopped as Michael pulled down his sweatpants in full view of the the stream’s audience. Michael stood face away from the camera, showing his hairy ass to the entire audience. His pants around his ankles and topless, he began opening the package containing the Calvin Klein briefs. He slowly turned as he began pulling out the items one by one, and Michaels rock hard dick came into clear view of the audience.

A few comments appeared reading “Wow, you’re hairy!”, “Fucking hot dude!” and “I’m recording this for later! Fucking HOTTT!”

Michael was occupied with kicking of his sweatpants as his mind was focused on the briefs and package. His dick flopping around as he stepped and struggled with his feet. As he read the label on one of the pairs, his hand slowly rubbed his hairy chest. It slowly and instinctively traveled down Michel’s body, over his hairy treasure trail and into his thick pubes. His hand ended up around his rock hard dick and gave it a few tugs as he finished reading the label. He stepped out of his sweatpants and pulled up his new briefs as he “re-entered” the camera’s view.

So this is the first pair. What do you guys think?

Michael wasn’t the person to show of in underwear, and he was verry embarrassed as he stood in front of an audience. He felt used, but needed the money. His hand covering his rock-hard dick, thinking it wouldn’t show in the camp light.

Is that enough, Grizzlymonkey? Can i put my clothes back on now?

Michael skimmed over the comments, stiffening as he read the compliments. A comment from Grizzlymonkey99 appeared and Michael read it loud:

“Change into the next pair and i’ll pay you 100$”. Okay dude, one other pair!

He went back to the spot were he had changed before, again thinking this was a safe place to get naked, and pulled of the briefs. Michael’s dick was now facing the camera and no one in the audience was unaware of the hardness of the young man’s briefs. The audience was now around 50.000 people, but michael hadn’t noticed as his signature mask obstructed his view.

Thinking he was out of view, Michael’s hands again traveled down his body and began stroking his solid dick. Slowly rubbing up and down his shaft as the other rubbed his thick, black pubes. As he approached clomax, he jerked his hands away from his aching dick and held back, allowing his shaft to relax. He put on the next pair of briefs and adjusted his dick in them. It felt so fucking good to grope his dick through the thin fabric. Michael braced himself and “returned” into view, covering his hard dick with his left hand.

Soo this is the next pair and… I… They really fit. Michael half-moaned as his dick rubbed against his arm that his hid boner. So what do you guys think?

Michael posed awkwardly. He leaned in to read the comments and read several of them out loud, his voice getting more dreadful after every comment. Michael was paralysed as he became aware of his actions:

Dude, we can see your dick!

Nice boner, you fucking gorilla!

You stupid Neanderthale, have you never used a webcam before? You just flashed 90.000 people!

Thanks for the view, dumbass.

Who’s not recording this dude…

SHIT! Michael shouted as he broke the paralasys. His hands abandoned their job of covering his dick and franticly started to dance over the keyboard. Michael’s dick stiffeend again and precum was leaking through the thin fabric as his head processed the information he had been given. He had live-streamed his dick for almost 100.00 people, many of them probably recording everything.

Fuck you, guys! You fucking pervs!

He moaned as he tried to end the stream.

No! What is this? I… I don’t understand! WHY WON’T IT SHUT DOWN?!

The “End recording”-button appeared gray and un-clickable as Michael desperately tried to end the stream.

FUCK! Guys, please log off! I can’t end the stream! Please, please PLEASE! Just Log off! NO DON’T INVITE MORE PEOPLE!

Michael stared into the webcam, the red light that indicated a recording glowing bright red. In his panic, Michael had accidentally rubbed his dick against the desk and his brand new underwear had a huge, wet stain of precum crowning a his tenting dick.

Guys, P… Pl… PLEASE! Aaaaah! F… Fu… Fuck!

Thanks to everyone who messaged - you folks are naughty! Had some great suggestions and desires to see what might happen next. Are you ready for Mike’s revenge?

Mike stood perfectly still, his mouth wide and gasping, for what felt like hours of a paralysed stupor. Not a stitch of clothing on, his taut muscular body hunched with his right hand wielding his deflating cock, puddles of cum on his feet and the carpet of the suit store he had fled to in hopes of escaping any further humiliation today. And yet there he was, unable to move and bare naked and spent, staring back at a group of his colleagues who had been treated to this sight of him thanks to a store clerk who had thrown open the dressing room curtain at the peak of Mike’s orgasm. He felt as though his exposure lasted hours, when it was really only a matter of seconds before the clerk innocently exclaimed “oh Sir I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you weren’t ready for me” and drew the curtain shut again. He then stuck his arm through the curtain holding a suit, “this should fit perfectly, let me know if you need any further help”. Mike took the suit, dumbfounded. Snapping back to reality, thinking of his co-workers waiting for him to emerge from the dressing room he got himself organised, squatting down to pick up his phone from the ground which was buzzing persistently. As he stood, he peered at it, seeing his naked body reflected on screen. His confused expression changed to one of horror when he realised that when he was bashing his phone hanging up on Kieran - whose pranks had got him into this situation - he must’ve pressed some apps. And he had, many of his social apps in fact and managed to broadcast his session to all his friends and family and strangers on the internet, many of whom were now messaging him, including Kieran himself congratulating him on a “killer cumshot!”

Mike swore revenge….

It took a long time for Mike to feel like he might ever live down his naked adventure in a crowded airplane and airport, but nothing moves people on from the years’ shenanigans than the Grand Final. Out with the boys again, drinking and cheering, the story had become the stuff of legend, and Mike himself could almost believe it hadn’t really happened. It was a particular thrill because somehow Suit – Mike’s friend Carl who earned his nickname by being a corporate success – had managed to get them all into their team’s clubhouse to watch and celebrate the game. In honour of the event, Kieran – whose nickname was Fly because he played footy himself and was known for his flying leaps to mark balls – had them all made up jerseys with their nicknames on the back again. Suit, Horse obviously, Agro – short for “aggressive” because he was a big guy prone to a fistfight, Fly, and Tango – the lethario of the group. They all hugged and cheered and cried when their team, the Roosters, won the big match and then the party began.

As the night wore on, a few of the lads got into a couple games of pool to try and earn some extra beer money. Agro and Tango made a mighty pair, playing off and winning against a fair few other couples of guys. Mike and Kieran however weren’t as talented: they found themselves going round after round with two other players, betting bit by bit and never winning. Mike eventually wanted to bow out but Kieran wasn’t having it, desperate to win back his money and his pride. It was hopeless, eventually they were both out of money. Mike felt around in his pockets for his last $50 for the taxi home. Kieran caught sight of it: “YEAH BOY WE’VE GOT YOU FOR ONE MORE ROUND WINNER TAKES ALL”. Mike looked at Kieran like he was a lunatic. “Dude that’s my cab fare home!”. Kieran replied “Come on Horse, I’ll walk home with you, come on surely you owe me something”. Mike nearly bit his head off – owe him!? After the situation he put him in, broadcasting live a public jerking session?! Mike’s head was boiling. As he went over to settle the bet, he had an idea. Quietly he leaned in to one of the guys’ ear: “We’re betting all my friend’s clothes”. The guy looked over at Kieran who put a thumbs up, and whispered back to Horse “deal”.

Did they lose? You bet your ass they did. Kieran hung his head and said to Mike, “I’m sorry Horse, give me the money I’ll pay up”. Mike smiled and said “you don’t need my money to pay up Fly”. Kieran looked confused and turned to their opponents who set upon him swiftly and mercilessly. “What the fuck are you doing?!” he screeched as they bowled him over. The bigger of the two sat on top of him, ripping at his tee, shredding it in seconds revealing his toned chest underneath while the other worked on plucking his shoes off then dragging off his socks to bare his feet. Once done with the footwear he unbuckled Kieran’s belt as he squirmed and swore and drew his jeans off his firm hairless legs. The guy sitting on him stood, grabbing Kieran’s underwear, almost lifting him completely off the ground by his groin. The whole bar by now had turned to take in the spectacle of the stripped stud. Kieran didn’t realise his bucking and wriggling was causing the fabric of his underwear to give and slip. Finally with a massive RRRRIP Kieran fell out of his jocks, and landed naked on the floor, surrounded by an almighty cheer from the rest of the boys in the pub who knew what sweet revenge this must be for Horse (they’d all seen the live footage, and most of them had been wanking to it since).

Kieran threw his hands over his cock, giving very few a chance to see it. He lurched to his feet red-faced and looked dead over at Mike “you fucker, you planned this!”. Mike shrugged, a gleeful expression on his face. Kieran looked for the winners to demand his clothes back, but by then they and the clothes were gone. At that moment, the barman rang his bell, “EVERYBODY OUT”. Kieran paled at the thought of having to leave the clubhouse naked with everyone outside celebrating the team’s win. He dashed over to Mike “you’ve got to help me man, I can’t be seen like this!!”. Mike looked over Kieran’s naked body, remembered how horrible it was to be in his situation and said “come on back to the lockers I’ve got to have a spare something back there”. Kieran’s face flooded with relief and the two snuck back into the depths of the clubhouse through a rear door unseen.

Strolling through the dark corridors, Kieran started to relax. He kept his hands over himself, as Mike’s phone dimly lit the way, while he watched the aftermath of the match, which involved a live press conference he watched with intrigue. He eventually clicked his phone off and Kieran asked “where are we?”. They stopped in pitch black. “Fuck!” Mike said, we took a wrong turn, but I reckon I know where we go”, “How?! Kieran said, “it’s pitch black!”. Mike answered “Do you remember that time me and Sam were going at it back here?” Mike said. “Sam?!” Kieran replied “Smokin’ Hot Sam?! I didn’t know about that that”. “Yeah fuck it was delicious. So freaken tight”. “Dude stop it, you’re getting me hard!”, “Anyway, we were doing it back here after hours, ditched our clothes and went for it not knowing if we’d get caught”. “Seriously dude, stop it, I’m boned up”. “Yeah went at it raw and sweaty, fuck it was ripe and I remember it like it was yesterday, roaming around here in the buff, fucking all the way through these hallways. Sucking on each other’s tits, fingering each other, tonguing each other all over”. Mike listened for Kieran’s reply but could tell he was…preoccupied. “Here we are!” Mike said brightly, “the locker room!”. Before Kieran could stop rubbing himself, Mike grabbed his arm and threw him through the door into the club’s press room!

Cameras flashed and rolled wildly, live coverage live streaming Kieran’s naked body frozen in shock in front of the club’s press table where the CEO, coach and star players all sat before every media outlet across the globe. And Kieran, buck naked, legs bent and spread, a light sheen of sweat over his toned chest, cock glistening with pre-cum, muscles tensed and his eyes spinning. The thought of the entire world seeing him naked was overwhelming, it was…oh god, it really was overwhelming. With every eye and camera zeroed in on his cock, Kieran started to cum, with gasps of shock the world over watching him squirt small globs of semen which spilled onto his thighs. Kieran was about three inches fully erect, and his cock, mostly hidden by his hand quivered splashes of cum everywhere.

And that is how Kieran’s nickname went from Fly to Fry. 

With a soft ding the webcam started and the familiar facial mask of the youtube-channel ‘MikeToday!’ appeared in the live stream. Michael, the guy behind both the channel and the mask now occupying the screen smiled and looked into the camera-lens.

“Hi you guys and welcome back to Mike today! Today has been a hectic day and i’ve had a lot of errands to run, but I just had to do this livestream with you guys today. I have been shopping, so i was thinking we could do a haul. What do you guys say?”

Michael held up several bags from famous brands so the audience could see his days work. Messages started dropping in as he finished his statement, many greeting him, some saying things like “I’ve missed you, Mike! Where have you been?” or “MIKE IS BACK! Time for some hairy mask-action!” and some affirming the idea of a haul.

Michael smiled and thanked for the friendly comments, rubbing his hairy chest as he did so. Michael had a very hairy chest and liked showing it of, usually by wearing tight wife-beaters or tank-tops. Today he was wearing the latter, a tank top that revealed much of his hairy chest and some of his nipples. The black hair under his armpits were also clearly visible as if it was trying to escape the sweaty crevices of the young man.

“Okay you guys, let’s do this! “

Michael did a quick stretch of his arms, flashing his armpits and it’s hairy, sweaty content. He adjusted his mask and pulled out the first item from one of the bags.

“Okey, so this is a hoodie i found and i really like it. It fits verry well, was half price and… It is sooo soft!. “

Michael softly rubbed the fabric of the hoodie and leaned in to the screen in order to read the comments through the mask:

Put it on? No, I have a few items i’d like to show you guys, maybe next time. But thank you for the compliment! He responded to one of the comments reading “Put it on and rub your hairy chest! I bet it you’d love it!”

Michael opened the next bag and pulled out the next item:

So this is a three-pack of Calvin Clein boxers. I actually managed to get them for free as I’m a member. I really like boxers, it’s just the right amount of freedom and movement and they’re sexy as fuck.

He leaned in again to read the stream of comments appearing on the screen.

You guys, I’m NOT gonna strip for you! You pervs! 

He laughed and leaned back in his chair. The attention from the commenters and the tone of the messages made Michael’s dick starting to stiffen. Smiling behind his mask, he grabbed his swelling, hardening dick under the table and started to fondle it. He continued to read the comments:

“Take of that tank-top and change into those briefs, cutie” he read aloud and chuckled. Bro, you guys are pervs!

Michael rubbed his dick through his sweatpants as he considered the request. Then he got the motivation to put him over the edge.

Grizzlymonkey99, you’ll send 50$ over patreon? Really? Okay, fine! I’ll put them on for you guys! Hold on a sec.

Michael carefully stood up, adjusting his rock-hard erection in his pants so it would not show for the webcam. He walked over to, what Michael thought was outside the view of the webcam and took of his tank-top. The audience in the live-stream saw Michael walk to the edge of the webcam’s field of view… but not leaving it.

The comments all stopped as Michael pulled down his sweatpants in full view of the the stream’s audience. Michael stood face away from the camera, showing his hairy ass to the entire audience. His pants around his ankles and topless, he began opening the package containing the Calvin Klein briefs. He slowly turned as he began pulling out the items one by one, and Michaels rock hard dick came into clear view of the audience.

A few comments appeared reading “Wow, you’re hairy!”, “Fucking hot dude!” and “I’m recording this for later! Fucking HOTTT!”

Michael was occupied with kicking of his sweatpants as his mind was focused on the briefs and package. His dick flopping around as he stepped and struggled with his feet. As he read the label on one of the pairs, his hand slowly rubbed his hairy chest. It slowly and instinctively traveled down Michel’s body, over his hairy treasure trail and into his thick pubes. His hand ended up around his rock hard dick and gave it a few tugs as he finished reading the label. He stepped out of his sweatpants and pulled up his new briefs as he “re-entered” the camera’s view.

So this is the first pair. What do you guys think?

Michael wasn’t the person to show of in underwear, and he was verry embarrassed as he stood in front of an audience. He felt used, but needed the money. His hand covering his rock-hard dick, thinking it wouldn’t show in the camp light.

Is that enough, Grizzlymonkey? Can i put my clothes back on now?

Michael skimmed over the comments, stiffening as he read the compliments. A comment from Grizzlymonkey99 appeared and Michael read it loud:

“Change into the next pair and i’ll pay you 100$”. Okay dude, one other pair!

He went back to the spot were he had changed before, again thinking this was a safe place to get naked, and pulled of the briefs. Michael’s dick was now facing the camera and no one in the audience was unaware of the hardness of the young man’s briefs. The audience was now around 50.000 people, but michael hadn’t noticed as his signature mask obstructed his view.

Thinking he was out of view, Michael’s hands again traveled down his body and began stroking his solid dick. Slowly rubbing up and down his shaft as the other rubbed his thick, black pubes. As he approached clomax, he jerked his hands away from his aching dick and held back, allowing his shaft to relax. He put on the next pair of briefs and adjusted his dick in them. It felt so fucking good to grope his dick through the thin fabric. Michael braced himself and “returned” into view, covering his hard dick with his left hand.

Soo this is the next pair and… I… They really fit. Michael half-moaned as his dick rubbed against his arm that his hid boner. So what do you guys think?

Michael posed awkwardly. He leaned in to read the comments and read several of them out loud, his voice getting more dreadful after every comment. Michael was paralysed as he became aware of his actions:

Dude, we can see your dick!

Nice boner, you fucking gorilla!

You stupid Neanderthale, have you never used a webcam before? You just flashed 90.000 people!

Thanks for the view, dumbass.

Who’s not recording this dude…

SHIT! Michael shouted as he broke the paralasys. His hands abandoned their job of covering his dick and franticly started to dance over the keyboard. Michael’s dick stiffeend again and precum was leaking through the thin fabric as his head processed the information he had been given. He had live-streamed his dick for almost 100.00 people, many of them probably recording everything.

Fuck you, guys! You fucking pervs!

He moaned as he tried to end the stream.

No! What is this? I… I don’t understand! WHY WON’T IT SHUT DOWN?!

The “End recording”-button appeared gray and un-clickable as Michael desperately tried to end the stream.

FUCK! Guys, please log off! I can’t end the stream! Please, please PLEASE! Just Log off! NO DON’T INVITE MORE PEOPLE!

Michael stared into the webcam, the red light that indicated a recording glowing bright red. In his panic, Michael had accidentally rubbed his dick against the desk and his brand new underwear had a huge, wet stain of precum crowning a his tenting dick.

Guys, P… Pl… PLEASE! Aaaaah! F… Fu… Fuck!

KYLEE VS ASRIEL

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This is a tribute to the game that quite literally saved my life.

I saw myself in Asriel when I played Undertale, and in some small insignificant way, I hope my own determination can save him back.