All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.
“Ugh! I’m so fucking bored!” Nathan groans from his desk. He’s been scrolling on his iPad ever since I got here, which was over two hours ago. “We should go to a party.”
“There’re no parties tonight, doofus. Besides, we have conditioning tomorrow. So even if there were any parties, we can’t afford to show up hungover again. Coach would kill us,” Louis mumbles from the giant, neon-green beanbag chair he’s sprawled on. His shorts are riding up, showing off the hem of his black boxer-briefs that match the tight tank top clinging to his lean, muscular frame.
“I know!” Nathan spins in his chair and stands up quickly. “We could play a game.”
I look up from where I’m working on Nathan’s bed, my laptop open with a million tabs as I try to write an essay about why democracy in the United States has been hijacked by billionaires who would rather see the planet burn than pay more in taxes. “Seriously?” I arch an eyebrow at him. “What are we, five?”
“Oh, come on, Vince. It’ll be fun,” Nathan begs.
He quickly withers under the look I give him, while Louis just chuckles and goes back to the book he’s reading.
Of course, because Nathan is Nathan, the quiet doesn’t last long. “I wish we had some money. Then we could go out and do stuff.”
Louis gives him an exasperated look over his book. “Stuff?”
“Yeah, stuff. Fun stuff. A night out on the town or something.”
“Nate, we live in a college town. There’s nothing to do here other than go to frat parties or bars.”
“Yeah, that’s why we need real money, so we could go somewhere else and have some actual fun.”
“You know, he’s not wrong about that. We used to have a lot of fun when we were in high school,” I say without looking up from my laptop.
“Yeah, because our parents would pay for us to get out of the house. They were tired of our asses always disturbing their peace and quiet,” Louis shoots back with a grin.
“I gotchu guys, don’t worry! I’ll find us a way to make some money,” Nathan assures us, waving his iPad around.
Not even thirty minutes later, Nathan’s giggling like someone just hooked him up to some laughing gas. “You guys, check this out.” He waves us over, and I reluctantly get up from my spot to see what he’s looking at.
It’s not what I expected. But it never is with Nate.
“Is that—”
“Yup,” Nathan grins.
“That’s disgusting…” Louis gags, covering his mouth.
It’s a livestream of some guy eating out of a toilet.
I shit you not.
The dude is using a serving spoon to eat mac and cheese out of a fucking toilet. It’s like a train wreck I can’t look away from. “There’s no way that’s real. This has to be AI or something. Or maybe it’s a fake toilet. Like one of those cakes that are ridiculously realistic.”
Nathan turns to look at me. “I don’t think it’s fake, Vince. I was watching before he started eating, and he took his camera into the bathroom.”
“What the hell is this? It’s so gross.” Louis retches again and looks up at the ceiling, refusing to watch the video.
“This is how we’re going to make some money.” Nathan grins so wide that the Cheshire Cat would be jealous. “This website lets people pay streamers to do different things live on camera.”
“Oh, hell no. There’s no way I’m eating out of a toilet.” Louis crosses his arms, jaw set tight.
“We won’t be eating out of a toilet, Louis. We can do other things that aren’t as… shitty.” Nathan chuckles at his own pun. “I was watching other people, too. Some guys on here just do silly dares like eating hot sauce or working out shirtless, and people pay them for it. I bet we could do stuff like that.”
I look back and forth between Louis and Nathan. “Wait, you guys can’t be serious. There’s no way we’re doing this. What if they ask us to do something crazy or illegal?”
Louis shrugs. “I mean… as long as we’re not eating out of a toilet, I don’t see the harm. Besides, if people ask us to do something crazy, we can just ignore them, right?”
Nathan nods in confirmation.
“Fine.” I know when I’ve been beaten. There’s no convincing these two once their minds have been made up.
“Alright!” Nathan rubs his hands excitedly and gets to work making an account. Less than five minutes later, we’re live with Nathan sitting between me and Louis.
I don’t know how the algorithm works for this website, but the comments start pouring in almost immediately:
Cute guys.
Do something sexy.
The one on the left is hot.
They’re all hot.
That one piques my attention. I know I’m not bad looking—I think I have a decent face card—but no one has ever called me hot before. Cute, sure. But hot? Unlike Louis and Nathan, I’m not on the soccer team and don’t work out, so my body is just average. Slim arms. Slim legs. Slim torso. I pretty much look the same way I did back in high school—a twig with legs.
But Louis and Nathan are lean and muscular. They have bodies that most guys would kill for and women drool over. I should know. I’ve seen them shirtless plenty of times over the years.
“These comments are insane,” Louis mutters.
We’ve already got people asking us to take our shirts off and flash them our butts.
“Guys, we’ll do something when you pay us to do it,” Nathan says without shame.
Kiss the homies.
Someone sends twenty dollars with that message.
“Alright, bet!” Before I know what’s happening, Nathan grabs Louis by the back of the neck and pulls him in for a kiss right on the lips. And then just as quickly, he’s turning around and pulls me in for a kiss too. His fingers are warm on the nape of my neck, lips brushing softly against mine, pulling a whimper out of me that gets swallowed when his tongue slides against mine.
I’m left breathing heavily, mouth gaping, and a deep blush colors my cheeks when he pulls away and goes back to looking at his iPad. What the fuck just happened?
That was hot!
OMG, do it again.
Ha! Gayyy!
“We’re not gay, you guys,” Louis chimes in like it was no big deal. “There’s nothing gay about kissing the homies.”
I’m not sure how accurate that statement is, especially when it looks like Louis is sporting a half-chub under his shorts.
Do something else.
Strip down to your underwear.
The person who sends that message also sends one hundred and fifty dollars with it.
“Holy shit,” Nathan gasps.
“That’s a lot of money,” Louis agrees.
The two of them push back their chairs and stand.
No way. They’re actually doing it?!
Nathan and Louis share a knowing glance and start pulling off their clothes until Louis is standing there in tight black boxer-briefs while Nathan is wearing gray ones.
They both turn to look at me expectantly. “No way! I’m not stripping on the internet for strangers!”
“Booo!” Nathan gives me a dramatic thumbs down. “Come on, Vince! It’s not a big deal. People post videos and pictures of themselves in their underwear all the time.”
I roll my eyes and reluctantly stand. “You guys are always getting me into crazy shit,” I grumble. I tug at the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it. The cool air of their dorm hits my skin, immediately causing goosebumps to decorate my skin. Before the shirt even clears my head, I feel their gazes on my body, which is only confirmed when I finally look at them.
I duck my head and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats, and push them down in one smooth but torturous motion, revealing my red briefs.
“Woo hoo! Let’s go, dude!” Nathan cheers while Louis claps me on the back.
Holy shit, they did it.
They’re even hotter almost naked.
Someone send some more money.
Yeah, I want to see some dick!
Another person sends two hundred dollars, but there’s no message with it. We look at each other nervously until a message from that person pops up:
Have the guy in the red briefs give a lap dance to one of you.
My jaw drops at the request, and while my immediate reaction is to say no, I know we’re in too deep. Instead, I sigh and shuffle to face Nathan, lowering myself onto his lap. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never gotten a lap dance before, but I have seen Magic Mike, so I awkwardly roll my body against his, our bare chests brushing against each other.
I gasp the moment my skin touches his, electricity running up my spine as I repeat the movement over and over again. As clumsy as it is, Nathan groans like he’s enjoying it and grabs my hips, his fingers digging into my skin.
“Thrust your hips next,” Nathan whispers in my ear.
I do as he says and our cocks rub against each other—only two thin pieces of clothing between us. I shouldn’t like this. I’m straight. Nathan’s straight. But he’s getting hard, and so am I. He pulls me closer, our chests flush against each other as my hips create this incredible friction between our shafts. It’s so intense I’m tempted to free our cocks from their confines and let them rub against each other bare.
I thread my hands into his messy brown locks and stare into his green eyes. Eyes that are dark with want and lust. Nathan closes the gap and kisses me again, his tongue swiping at the seam of my lips, seeking entrance to my mouth again. I give it to him, and his tongue plunges into my mouth, our tongues dancing, teasing, toying with each other. He tastes like watermelon for some reason, but it’s a taste that I think I’m addicted to now.
By the time we pull away, we’re both hard and aching. Our cocks strain against our underwear, and there’s a big wet spot on both our fronts. Louis is staring at us like we’re snacks he wants to devour after a brutal practice, not to mention he’s completely hard too.
I sit back down in my chair, cupping the front of underwear in a poor attempt to hide the boner the internet probably already saw.
Fuck. These guys are insane.
Yeah, it seems like they’ll do anything.
Another three hundred dollars comes in with a demand from the same guy as before:
Now all three of you get naked.
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