[WriterBro]

(This story is complete, and I don’t think it contains anything that would count as extreme content. It’s a little wordy, but I think it’s worth it!)

Hey everyone. I finally had some time to share another one of my experiences with dares/exhibitionism and that kind of stuff. This one is one of the more recent ones, and, although it was hot as hell, I’m actually still figuring out how I feel about it. Hope ya’ll like it!



So this experience was during the late spring of my senior year, less than a year ago. It involves a good friend of mine—we’ll call him Derrick.

I don't’ remember exactly what me and Derrick had been doing earlier that day, but it was either working out at the gym, playing a football game with our friends, or maybe it was after helping one of our friends move out of his house and into an apartment. Either way, we had just finished some kind of physical activity and we were both pretty tired and sore. I was driving Derrick back to his place, and he invited me to stay a while. This was pretty typical. Derrick was lucky enough to live in the city, while my apartments were always a good drive away from school, the gym, friend’s places, etc. So I spent a lot of afternoons chilling with good friends like him in order to avoid traffic, sober up, take a nap, do homework, or whatever reason.

So I spent a pretty average day with Derrick, just fuckin’ around, nothing special. I remember we had been tired and a little dirty because, when we got into his place, he told me not to worry about cleaning up or changing because his girlfriend (who was the only one who ever complained about messiness/dirtiness) was out of town for a while.

Now, I should come clean about something: I’m openly bisexual and have had relationships with both guys and gals. I make it a point to be open about it, especially around my guy friends. Sometimes, some of them will assume, because of my masculinity, that I’m completely straight, and then they end up saying something that will offend me, unknowingly. So I’m pretty open about it with my “bros” to avoid situations like that—and 99 times out of 100, they’re cool with it.

Well, I had been friends with Derrick for almost a year, and I had a pretty big guy crush on him. I couldn’t help it, he had a solid body, he was as tall as me, and I’m a sucker for a great smile. I would often grope or tease him, just to make him uncomfortable (his girlfriend would think it was hilarious), and sometimes he would pretend to play along, just for laughs. But, typical me, I was always on alert for any sign that he wanted to experiment for real.

Anyway, the afternoon and evening passed, we had a few beers, played video games, watched tv, and it must have been around midnight or 1, so I just asked Derrick if I could sleep at his place that night. I had done this many times before, so of course, Derrick said yes. Sleeping over at friend’s places was never a problem for me. I would always carry a bag with me in my car full of clothes. Since I lived far away from campus, I carried all sorts of clothes in the car so that I could go straight from class to work, or to the gym or a club or something without having to go home to change.

I thanked Derrick for letting me stay at his place, and I asked if I could take a shower. That’s when he came up with a really unusual suggestion:

“Actually, man, you wanna get in the hot tub?” he asked.

My groin area certainly woke up at this point. “What?” I asked.

Derrick explained that, instead of taking a shower, we should just get in the hot tub. He said he had a sore muscle in his lower back that he wanted to relieve in the hot water.

I was thinking, “fuck yeah!” But, of course, I instead said, “Well, okay, that sounds fine.”

But then I pointed out that Derrick’s apartment complex didn’t have a hot tub. Derrick answered that he was referring to the hot tub in his girlfriend’s apartment complex, which was literally across the street.

“I sneak over there all the time to use their pool and hot tub,” he said. “And this time of night, there won’t be anyone there, trust me.”

I was a tiny bit hesitant to do any trespassing, but the idea of hot-tubbing with Derrick won that moral conflict easily. So about ten minutes later, Derrick got us both towels from his closet.

Since he had been wearing track pants (and since his girlfriend hadn’t been around to do much of his laundry), he asked me if I had a pair of shorts he could borrow. I told him that I was planning on grabbing a fresh pair from my car, and that I definitely had an extra pair for him too.

“Great,” he said, taking his shirt off, “Let’s go.” (Insert drool here.) He slung his towel over his shoulder and took off his shoes. We left his apartment, rode down the elevator, and walked down the short sidewalk to the street where I had parked my car. I popped open my trunk and opened my overnight bag. I picked out a pair of gym shorts for myself and started deciding which pair I should lend to Derrick.

“Wait man, let me change inside your car,” Derrick said quietly, glancing around.

There wasn’t a soul to be seen, and the street wasn’t very well lit at all, so I smirked a little. “Seriously?” I asked.

“Yeah, man,” he said. “I took my jockstrap off as soon as we got home, so I’m commando right now.”

Wow. Looks like he really did depend on Eileen to do his laundry. Oh—and also, fuck that was hot.

And while I was instantly popping a boner at what he had just said, I had an idea. Inside my overnight bag, I happened to have a pair of my designated “exhibitionist” shorts. It was a pair of single-layer mesh shorts that I sometimes wore during jogs when I was feeling frisky. When worn over a jockstrap, they were only barely acceptable, which is what I liked. My pulse quickened as I thought about giving those to Derrick. It was so dark outside, I thought maybe he wouldn’t notice how see-through they were. I mean, they were as long as regular basketball shorts, it was just that the material was really thin. I decided I would go for it.

“Here you go,” I said as calmly as I could, holding the shorts out to him, away from the light of the trunk, which I quickly closed.

“Thanks,” he said as he took them. I opened the back door of my car and turned off the default overhead light. Derrick climbed in and started taking his track pants off in the darkness as I made my way back to the back of my car. I had been wearing a pair of gym shorts with another pair of smaller gym shorts underneath as pseudo-underwear. As I started to pull off the top pair, I was feeling pretty horny, so I thought, what the fuck. I quickly pulled off both pairs and slipped on the fresh pair. The light breeze around my now-commando crotch made me even more aroused.

As I took off my shirt and shoes, I nervously listened, waiting to hear if Derrick was going to say anything about the shoddy shorts I had handed him. But, miraculously, he climbed out of the backseat of my car, wearing them. Without a word, he handed me his track pants. I excitedly dumped his pants, my shirt, my dirty shorts, and my shoes in my trunk, and we took off towards Eileen’s apartment, towels over our shoulders.

I asked him about Eileen’s trip just to make small-talk, and, during his answer, I tried to nonchalantly catch as many glimpses of his lower body as I could. It was really dark, but even in the low light, the outlines of his cock and his legs were visible, pressing against the light fabric. Seriously, I don’t know how I even made it across the street.

We approached two of the smaller buildings of Eileen’s apartment complex and, suddenly, Derrick climbed up on a nearby trashcan and used it to hop over the chain-link fence surrounding the complex. I was a little intimidated, but it was too late to turn back, so I did the same, hoping not to be seen by anyone. Then, we just casually walked to the center of the compound to where the pool and in-ground hot tub were.

As we approached the well-lit area, I deliberately hung back so that I could better see how my shorts looked on Derrick. He threw his towel on a nearby deck chair and turned around, looking at the hot tub. God damn. A little bit of fear shot through me as I thought, “There’s no way he’s not gonna notice them now.”

But, to my amazement, he was totally oblivious to how much visible-penis-line he was showing off. Not even paying any attention to me, he stepped into the hot tub and sat down, taking a deep sigh.

Although I can usually control my hard-ons, it was definitely getting difficult for me to keep my cock down by this point, so I eagerly joined him in the water. We sat there and talked about useless stuff for a while. Then, after some time, he stood up and crossed over the divider into the regular swimming pool so that he could do a few laps. Seeing how the shorts clung to every inch of him during that process made my blood heat up again.

As Derrick was doing his laps, I remember feeling self-conscious. I had been basically eye-fucking him this whole night. But man, I could not help it. His body was looking really fuckable.

Derrick came back over to the hot tub after a few minutes.

“Damn, man, my back still feels all tense,” he said, rubbing the left side of his lower back, right above his waist. “Look, feel it,” he continued, “You can tell where it’s all stiff.”

I leaned over to him and felt around where he was talking about.

“Do you see what I’m talking about?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I lied. I was not at all concerned with his supposed sore muscle. My horniness had started to cloud my judgment, so I actually started massaging him. I don’t know what I was expecting at all. I had probably watched one too many cheesy pornos that started with a massage between friends. Before long, he pulled away.

“Ouch,” he said genuinely, “Yeah, I think it’s just sore is all.”

I mentally cursed myself for my failed attempt at seducing him, but he didn’t seem to notice the sexual tension, so I breathed a sigh of relief.

We talked for a short while longer, but then we heard and saw a small group of people arriving home from partying. They were young college kids too, and they were laughing and stumbling along the second-floor walkway to an apartment.

“Hey!” one of them, a guy, called out, “Get the fuck out of the hot tub!”

“We’re calling shotgun on it!” a girl shouted.

“You got it, bitches!” Derrick shouted back at them.

One of the other girls started laughing drunkenly. Then, she leaned over the balcony as her other friends were walking into their apartment. “Okay, but, for real though,” she slurred. “Ya’ll got like 20 minutes to wrap it up, cause we don’t feel like partying with you homos!”

Man, did that piss me off. The first girl tried to shush her offensive friend, still laughing. But then she turned to us and gave us a good look.

“Wait, are ya’ll gay?” she asked loudly. “Ya’ll are hot! You better not be gay!”

“Come down here, sweetie, find out!” Derrick called back.

I heard the first girl start to agree, but then her stupid friend pushed her into the apartment along with their other friends and shouted, “Leave!” before slamming the door.

“Man, fuck them,” Derrick said to me, immediately sensing how angry all that had made me.

“I wasn’t even listening,” I lied.

“No, seriously,” he said. “I’ve seen them before. Eileen makes noise complaints about them all the time.”

I shrugged.

“We should, like, throw a bunch of dirt and shit into the hot tub so they can’t use it,” Derrick said.

I perked up again. I don’t know why I was so determined to make tonight as sexual as possible, but, again, I had another one of my mischievous ideas.

“Dude, I dare you to jack off in the hot tub,” I said without thinking.

“What? Shit no. That would be too weird,” he said quickly. “Nothing to do with you,” he added sincerely. “It would just be weird to jerk off, right here, in this hot tub.”

“Alright, alright, I was just joking,” I half-lied.

“But,” he continued. “I do need to take a piss, so I think I should at least do that before we go.”

“Not before I get out!” I replied, standing up.

“Calm down, I was gonna wait for you to get out,” he whispered.

I stood up and started to get out of the hot tub, but then I got another idea. “Wait, you’re not gonna take a piss while wearing my shorts, dude. That’s gross,” I said.

“Fine,” he said nonchalantly. “Take them.”

My heart skipped a beat. Derrick put his elbows on the concrete edge behind him and lifted himself up so that his legs were spread, floating slightly off the underwater bench. “Are you serious?” I asked, trying to sound annoyed.

“Go ahead, take them,” he repeated.

I thought this was too good to be true. Before Derrick had a chance to change his mind, I walked forward, between his legs and reached my hand into the water. God, I was enjoying ever millisecond of this moment. My fingers felt the skin of his lower stomach. I slid them down towards the elastic waistband of the shorts. As my fingers lingered for just a second, gently pulling the shorts down, I could feel his happy trail, and even his pubic hair. I remember looking up at him, my heart and mind racing.

All of a sudden, as soon as my eyes met his, he burst out laughing like a maniac. He leaned back on the concrete and covered his eyes with his hands, still laughing. I was so confused for a good second, but then I finally put two and two together when I noticed how warm the water around him was. He had started pissing already, and I, in my stupor, had just walked right into it, had placed my hand right into it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Derrick gasped as he kept laughing. I’m not the biggest fan of waterworks, and I hate it even more when people prank me, so I got a bit mad about this. Before I could think clearly, I decided to take revenge by grabbing onto Derrick’s shorts and quickly yanking them down his legs.

“Wha-?” he choked out, trying to lean back up. He instinctively closed his legs, which made it that much easier to take the shorts off of him. He grabbed for my arm, but being wet and slippery, I was able to get away from him and get out of the hot tub, his shorts in my hand.

“Aw, come on man, that’s not cool,” he said, still smiling. “Come on, don’t be a dick.”

“You pissed on me!” I whispered roughly. “You literally just pissed on me!”

Derrick started laughing again. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Dude, that was funny, you have to admit!”

“You’re not getting these back, you dick,” I said.

Derrick glanced over at his towel. I took that cue to run over to both of our towels and scoop them up.

“Awwwww, fuck you, man,” Derrick whispered.

Now, while this may look like a dick-ish thing for me to do, it’s worth mentioning that a lot of my friends and I would always prank each other, for little to no reason. And I was probably still holding a grudge over the time that Derrick had pantsed me at a club. Also, I can’t deny that this situation was making me pretty horny. I wanted to see how far I could push it.

After a tense few minutes, Derrick finally gave in. “Fine, what do you want?” he asked.