Reese helped Nick wipe off enough cum and shaving cream so he could open his eyes and get to the sink to wash his face.
Nick checked the laptop and saw the task was successfully completed. He raised a hand for a high five as he said, “Yeah, dude, two hundred bucks!”
Still holding on to the shower curtain for support, Reese raised a hand to meet Nick’s high five and had to shake his head at how relaxed Nick was acting. Nick grinned and picked up the razor. They still had the shaving task to complete, of course.
Cumming made having Nick hold his cock a lot easier, but Reese still twitched with pleasure every time Nick adjusted his grip or put too much pressure. He carefully scraped away the shaving cream and hair stubble from around Reese’s crotch and balls, and then turned Reese around and did the same for his ass. In no time at all, Reese was smooth as tan silk.
“Alright, my turn,” said Nick. He rinsed his hands in the sink and then they changed places.
Reese picked up the trimmer and found himself getting a little excited at the idea of getting a closeup look at his friend’s body. There was something forbidden and fascinating about another man’s junk. And after shooting a load all over Nick’s face, they had torn down some of the boundaries between them and had a new level of comfort with each other.
As Reese went to his knees, Nick whispered, “I don’t think I’ll cum, but I’ll let you know if that changes.” Nick winked.
Reese rolled his eyes and got to work. It would have been much harder for Nick to do it himself, Reese realized, as he carved away at the hair on the inside of Nick’s thighs. From the waist down he had a light dusting everywhere, so like a diligent lawn mower Reese ran the trimmer up and down in parallel lines to get everything. Nick’s cock was still half-hard and as Reese wrapped his fingers around the shaft he felt it throb under his touch, but true to his word, Nick didn’t cum. Reese wasn’t exactly disappointed, but he felt like after that mind-exploding handjob he owed his friend something in return.
In relative quiet they completed the shaving task with Reese slathering Nick’s crotch and ass with shaving cream and slipping the razor over the surface until he was smooth.
Their bodies were covered in leftover bits of foam and hair, and the bottom of the shower was a mess. They wiped up what they could with toilet paper and flushed it, but they really needed a shower.
Suddenly Nick threw an arm around Reese’s shoulder and pulled him in. They stood together like two friends on picture day in front of the laptop camera as Nick addressed their still-growing audience, “Ladies and gentlemen, please submit your shower requests. And don’t cheap out!”
They had been ignoring the chat for the most part, but as they waited for the tasks and bids to come in they both leaned over the laptop to scan what was being said.
“What do you think ‘feltch’ means?” Nick asked.
Reese shrugged.
Nick opened a search window and Googled it.
“Ok, no more Googling!” said Nick as he closed the search window and gave the camera a dirty look.
The sticky residue of the shaving cream in Reese’s ass was getting uncomfortable, so he poked Nick in the shoulder and asked, “Can we shower now?”
“Yeah! What task should we take? These kinky fuckers have been busy.”
Piss on each other in the shower – $64
“What is with all the piss stuff?” asked Nick. “No more piss stuff!”
Wash each other – $44
“Kinda basic, right?”
Finger each other’s butts in the shower – $242
The boys looked at each other, eyebrows raised.
Nick shrugged and offered, “I mean we kinda touched each other’s butts already with the razor. Could be ok, right?”
Reese felt the phantom tingle of Nick’s finger sliding towards his hole during the handjob and he did a casual nod and shrug that seemed like the right way to react. Inside, his spine tingled.
“Oh shit, look!” said Nick, pointing to another task:
Makeout with tongue in the shower – $375
“Fuck,” said Nick, “I mean, that’s a lot of money, but would it be weird? Making out with each other?”
Reese thought about all the girls he’d made out with. There had only been two. Susan had tasted like garlic when they had rolled around on the dark bathroom floor at Wesley’s house party last year, and Angela had played Juliet to Reese’s Romeo in the senior class’ Shakespeare revue – so he already had some experience of making out in front of an audience.
“I mean, we don’t have to make it weird. It’s just for the money, right?” said Reese.
“Yeah! Totally. So we do the making out one?”
“Well,” Reese’s asshole twitched, “We could pick more than one, right?”
Nick’s face became suddenly serious and he stepped closer so their faces were only a few inches apart. He put his hands on either side of Reese’s head and gave him an intense stare as he said, “You are a fucking genius. Yes!” Nick let go and leaned over the laptop. “My friend is a genius! I could kiss him! And I will!” He laughed and clicked accept on all three tasks.
The total dollar value of the accepted tasks pulsed in the corner of the screen like a heartbeat.
Nick turned back around and the weight of what they had just agreed to do settled on them both. They glanced at each other’s mouths and at the same time they both asked, “Do you want another beer first?”
“Fuck yes,” said Nick with a look of nervous relief. “We’ll be right back!”
They left the laptop in the bathroom and walked out together to where the cases of beer sat stacked by the desk. Nick pulled out two cans and handed one to Reese, and they cracked the tabs at the same time and knocked them together before taking deep swigs.
“It’s not a big deal,” said Nick quietly.
They were well out of earshot of the laptop microphone, but there was something intimate about his whispering that made Reese’s heart speed up. He agreed, “Yeah, it’ll be fine.”
“You already came on my face, after all.” Nick grinned.
Reese blushed and drank.
They finished at the same time and tossed their empties in the overflowing bin beside the desk. The beers refreshed their buzz, and cut through a few more doubts and worries with a lukewarm shot of euphoria.
“Ready to have our first kiss in front of a few thousand perverts?” Nick asked. He rubbed his hands together and headed for the bathroom.
Reese hesitated. He couldn’t figure out why, but even after everything they had done, kissing was the first thing to make him really nervous.
“Um, maybe we should try it out here first,” said Reese, surprising both of them.
Nick turned back.
“I mean, just make sure it’s not too weird, ya know? Before everyone is watching.”
“Yeah?”
Reese shrugged, “No homo, of course.”
“Yeah, of course, no homo,” Nick took a step.
Reese took a step closer.
Only katydids and crickets cut through the quiet outside Reese’s bedroom window. The summer air was a thick blanket, keeping their naked bodies warm and comfortable as they closed the space between them. Nick touched the side of Reese’s neck. They watched each other’s lips as they leaned in, and at the last moment they shut their eyes, and kissed in darkness.
It was delicate, and strange. Reese had the memory of Susan in the bathroom on his mind, but Nick’s lips tasted nothing like hers – instead of garlic, there was just the soft caramel malt of beer and summer sweat. And instead of fumbling with Susan’s thick hoodie, Reese reached up and felt the curve of Nick’s smooth, naked waist. He let his fingers glide down to the curve of his hip bone and then further back where it was soft.
Nick chuckled and their lips parted. He let their noses touch as he whispered, “That– uh– was pretty good.” He smiled. “No homo.”
Reese smiled and looked down as Nick’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, leading him like a puppy, back into the bright bathroom.
Nick knew how to use Reese’s shower and its many knobs after so many sleepovers and movie nights, so he set the temperature and started it on a soft spray and stepped inside.
The temperature was just right as Reese stepped in beside Nick, feeling the shaving cream start to melt away under the water.
“Watch closely, perverts,” said Nick to the camera, and then he turned to face Reese. The water rained over their shoulders and the steam softened their skin and hair. They leaned in at the same time and suddenly they were back in that warm darkness, tasting each other, and letting their hands drift over naked skin.
Reese moved his hands from Nick’s waist to his lower back, pulling him closer. Their wet cocks touched tentatively at first, and then they pressed their chests and hips together. The naked skin-on-skin pressure felt electric and Reese hesitantly probed Nick’s lips with his tongue. Then Nick wrapped his hands around the back of Reese’s head and opened his mouth, and suddenly they weren’t just kissing – they were making out. It was hotter and hungrier than any kissing either of them had experienced before, and the added sensation of the water and steam and thousands of anonymous viewers made their pulses race.
They finally had to come up for air, and they looked into each other’s eyes in silence as they caught their breaths, their arms still draped around each other, and their hardening cocks pressed between their abs.
Reese was dizzy with the adrenaline and beer, but he could see the same excited curiosity he was feeling reflected in Nick’s eyes. There was so much they could do together in this private space. Why had it taken them so long, and an audience of internet perverts, to take the leap?
Silently, Nick reached behind him to the rack of soap and shampoo. He held up a white bar of soap between them and whispered, “Would you like to go first?”
He’d almost forgotten about the other tasks. Reese took the bar of soap from Nick and watched his friend step back from the shower spray and put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes like he was preparing to be handcuffed. Water rolled off his slim, naked body as he waited to be washed.
Reese pressed the bar of soap against the middle of Nick’s chest and drew it across his skin in long, sudsy arcs. He rubbed it under each arm and then he reached out with his empty hand to massage the soapy, hairless skin. He stepped closer as he pushed the lather down Nick’s body and delicately wrapped his fingers around his friend’s shaved cock and balls.
Nick’s moan made Reese’s cock twitch. He glanced up and he knew Nick had seen it, so he let go of Nick’s soapy crotch and twirled his finger as he said with a smile, “Turn around.”
Nick let his arms down and did as he was told, turning his back to the laptop and bracing his hands against the tile wall.
The curve of Nick’s smooth cheeks was a head-turning sight, and Reese approached his task with the care of a fine art restorer. He started with rubbing the bar of soap around the top and sides of his ass, but as the lather became thick, he moved deeper into Nick’s crack. The first time Reese slid the bar across his hole, Nick twitched and arched his back in surprise.
“That feels so weird,” he laughed. From the way he had said it, Reese knew he meant it felt weirdly good.
Reese put the bar of soap away on the rack and touched the base of Nick’s spine with his bare hand. He moved slowly, but directly, between his friend’s cheeks until he felt the pucker of Nick’s hole with the tip of his index finger. The skin was wet and soapy, and Nick’s muscles twitched at the contact.
The boys met each other’s eyes over Nick’s shoulder and Reese held Nick’s gaze as he added pressure and slipped the tip of his finger inside.
Nick threw his head back with a short intake of air, but Reese kept pushing. He was up to the first knuckle when he felt his finger escape through the tightness of Nick’s sphincter. The hard part was done and he slid steadily deeper.
It was when Reese had his second knuckle inside and the tip of his finger brushed against something that Nick gasped, “Fuck! What was that?”
“Did I hurt you?” Reese asked.
“No! That feels fucking incredible!”
Reese gently swirled the tip of his finger around inside Nick and was rewarded with moans of pleasure from his friend.
Nick pressed his forehead against the shower tile and let his back curve deeper as he pushed his butt out against Reese’s finger and asked the universe, “Why does that feel so fucking good!?”
Reese laughed. He was enjoying making Nick squirm so much with so little. Every tiny push of his finger prompted a different noise of pleasure, and soon enough he was sliding it in and out in short fucks. The tight squeeze of Nick’s anus had relaxed, but suddenly it tightened and Nick grabbed Reese’s hand to stop him. He whispered, “I’m so close to cumming. We should switch.”
Somewhat reluctantly, Reese removed his finger and Nick rinsed off in the water spray. Reese tried to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen. He’d already cum once, but he could feel his cock already coming back to attention. If getting fingered had nearly made Nick cum, what would happen to him?
Now clean, Nick reached for the bar of soap again and pressed it to Reese’s chest. He made quick work of soaping up his body, like he was in a rush to get to the next part. They switched places briefly so Reese could rinse off, and then Nick nodded his head to the wall.
Reese understood the direction and he took up the same position with his feet slightly spread, his hands on the tile, and his ass on display for the camera.
Nick soaped his hands and put down the bar. He leaned in as he pressed his fingers into the crevice of Reese’s ass and whispered, “You’re gonna love this, dude.”
Reese shivered and closed his eyes as he focused on Nick’s finger. It slid across the top of his hole, pinpointed the spot, and then started to press in. Reese felt the instinct to clench coming from somewhere in his stupid brain and he fought it back, pressing down inside to force himself to open up to Nick’s penetration.
Suddenly Nick was in. The jolt of the intrusion made Reese open his eyes and he leaned his head against the wall. He watched the water running down rivers on Nick’s body, over his slim waist, and dripping down his thick, hard cock. They were both hard again as Nick slid his finger deeper, and Reese felt the first flash of what could be the same spot he’d found in Nick’s ass.
And then Nick touched it. His finger tip brushed the spot deep inside Reese where all his orgasms came from, and suddenly there was a shiver of energy up and down his spine and he thought for a moment he might cum.
“Fuck! Stop!” Reese said desperately. The finger stopped moving and he looked over at Nick, who was grinning ear to ear.
“I told you so,” he said.
Reese rolled his eyes and said, “Unless you want to give them a freebie, you’d better pull out.”
Nick chuckled and delicately slipped his finger out of his friend. He stepped out of the spray so Reese could rinse off and he addressed the laptop, “I think that’s three successful tasks, ladies and pervs.”
The tasks completed and the money rolled in.
In the sheltering noise of the shower, Nick leaned in and smiled, “This might be the most profitable failed party ever.”
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