There were suddenly so many requests coming in the list started to scroll.
“What the fuck?” said Reese. He gently squeezed his hard cock as they both sat back down.
“Dude, we are so popular!”
Nick took control of the laptop to scroll back up through the list. Dollar values were slowly ticking up alongside the tasks. Some were small (Sniff each other’s balls - $20), and some were still going up.
“Holy shit!” Nick laughed as he pointed at one box on the screen, “They want me to fuck you.”
“What the fuck?” Reese leaned in to read the box:
Fuck the tattoo boy - $215
“Nah, sorry, my friend’s ass is worth a lot more than two hundred bucks,” said Nick casually as he scrolled through the options.
Nick didn’t seem phased by the idea of internet strangers wanting to see them fuck while a funny buzz at the pit of Reese’s stomach had been growing ever since the first viewer joined the livestream. He quickly chugged the last half of his beer and reached for another.
“Dude, lick my armpit! Eighty bucks!” said Nick suddenly. He put his hands behind his head and shifted his chair closer to Reese.
“Wait, what?” Reese checked the screen and saw Nick had already clicked accept on a new task:
Lick each other’s armpits - $80
He looked back at Nick’s exposed pit. It was completely smooth and paler than the rest of him.
“Do you shave your pits?” Reese asked.
Nick glanced down at himself like he’d forgotten, “Oh, yeah I like to keep them smooth. Lucky for you.” He winked.
“You’re gonna have to lick mine too, you know?”
“Huh? Why?”
“Look at the text, it says ‘lick each other’s armpits’ – That’s both of us. And both pits. That’s twenty bucks per pit.”
“Awe, lame. Well, whatever, just do me first and I’ll do you after.”
Nick flexed his biceps and slowly rotated his shoulder, beckoning Reese over with a dopey grin. Reese rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned in.
Their knees scissored together and their chairs bumped. Reese had to turn his head one way and then the other to get an angle that could reach under Nick’s arm, but he managed to stick out his tongue and made a quick swipe like he was licking a particularly sweaty ice cream.
Nick twitched and said, “That feels so weird!”
“Tasted weird too. Salty.” Reese scraped his tongue across his teeth, but the truth was, it hadn’t been so bad.
Nick turned himself half way to expose his other side, knocking their naked legs together as he did.
Reese put a hand on Nick’s arm and leaned in to swipe his tongue across his second pit. He licked a little further until he passed off the shaved area to the smoother, naturally hairless underside of Nick’s bicep.
Nick twitched again and put his arms down as Reese pulled away.
“It tickled,” he said. Then he clapped his hands together like a cartoon villain and said, “Your turn, tattoo boy.”
Reese hesitated and glanced back at the other task:
Fuck the tattoo boy - $285
It was still going up.
He shook off a weird feeling and put his hands behind his head. He leaned back in his chair and said, “Dinner’s served.”
Nick smirked and stood up. His cock was half-hard and dangling in view of the laptop camera.
Reese trimmed but didn’t shave his pits, so there was a dark tangle of hair waiting for Nick as he put his hands on the armrests of Reese’s chair and leaned down. He didn’t falter as he turned his head and pressed his face in deep.
Immediately Reese felt his whole body tense up as Nick’s tongue tickled the top of his ribcage. He grit his teeth and tried not to show a reaction, but Nick noticed and doubled down on his ticklish tongue work, poking at Reese’s skin and moving lower to hit the smooth skin further down.
Reese couldn’t take any more and he brought his right arm down to push Nick away.
Nick smirked and grabbed a hold of Reese’s left wrist as he moved over to the other, saying, “Nuh uh uh, you’re not free yet!”
With Nick holding his left hand behind his head, Reese was pinned to the chair with his tattoo side on full display.
“You bastard,” Reese whispered jokingly as he could already feel the tickles before Nick’s tongue even made contact. He watched the screen over Nick’s bare back as his friend leaned in and pressed his whole face into the crevice of Reese’s armpit. Nick’s tongue slid up through the hairs and onto the back of his bicep, and Reese was able to hold it together without laughing. But then Nick went lower and he started tracing the outline of Reese’s tattoo with the tip of his tongue and Reese's composure finally broke.
He writhed in his chair to throw off Nick's controlling hand and called out, “Stop! Task complete!” as he slid off his chair and fell to his knees catching his breath.
Nick put his hands on his hips like Peter Pan and said to the camera, “You heard the man! Eighty bucks, please!”
Reese saw the accepted task fade and the money popped into his account. Just a couple of tasks done and they already had enough to throw a second failed party.
He looked back at Nick and found himself face-to-face with Nick’s cock. He gulped and looked up at his friend and asked, “So what’s next?”
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