Josh had been dared. His friend Mike dared him to do something sexy and risky and public.
They had been giving each other dares to do, and then emailing each other the proof, because they lived far away from each other. They started off pretty tame and got more adventurous and wild. Josh was saving the photos and videos in a special folder for later use.
So now Josh was about to get naked, somewhere. It was a long holiday weekend, so his college campus was pretty empty. He walked around thinking about where and how he'd do it. Some places were easy but boring, and others were hot as hell if he could do it but impossible, too crowded with no escape plan.
Mike knew exactly what kinds of dares to give, and Josh had always been pretty daring. When he was younger, he did all kinds of stuff without having to be dared to do it. But he liked having a dare to do.
He found himself in the locker room, which was hot. He liked sports and sports gear. He stripped naked, locked up everything but his phone, and started walking around the lockers, back to the showers, hoping to find a jock strap or shorts to smell and try on and jerk off in. He filmed himself, stiff as a board and galavanting around. Each step tocked his metronome left and right.
He was scared, in an exciting way, but he thought, "so what if somebody sees me? It's a locker room. Most guys hide their dicks under a towel or face the wall, but that doesn't mean that I can't walk around naked, back to the showers. And look at me. With this body, anybody who sees me naked should have to pay a hundred bucks."
But the lockers were uncharacteristically empty. It made it kind of boring. So he decided to go someplace a little more public. The sauna wasn't in the locker room or just guys, and you had to leave the locker rooms and go out by the pool, and you were supposed to wear a swimsuit or shorts or something, but Josh wasn't.
He had on just a towel, bare ass naked underneath. He walked by the front desk and a glass wall with a few people exercising behind it. Sometimes you'd see people walking to the pool or changing rooms or back with just a bathing suit and sandals on, maybe a towel wrapped around the bottom half, but it was a little unusual, and Josh's towel was clinging to his bubble butt and his hardon. It was a little low, so you could see where his tan stopped, just south of his six-pack abs. The knot in the front of the towel kind of hid his rod but also kind of accentuated it, and it would've been pretty easy for his tool to plow the fabric apart and poke out for a peak.
But nobody noticed. It wasn't as exciting in execution as he thought it might be. He sat in the empty sauna, hot wood against his back, and dared himself to reveal himself. He opened his towel and pointed at the ceiling. He watched the door carefully, his heart pounding a bit. But he thought about a photo that Mike sent of himself at a sauna that was inside the locker rooms and a mini pool that was in the locker rooms, both for just guys obviously and both of which technically had "put something on" rules that had to be enacted, but plenty of guys didn't.
So Josh wrapped his sausage, wiped a little sweat from his stomach and armpits, and left. He found himself in a stairwell. He could've streaked a bit and called it a day. He opened the door to a hallway with some offices that would have been perfect for a quick jerkoff video. But that wasn't good enough. He found the jogging track.
It was above the gym, and a scattering of people were dribbling basketballs noisily below, occasionally shooting and squeaking sneakers. It was empty, and Josh knew that nobody went up there even on a normal day. But it looked really public and open. Josh could see down to the gym easily, but he could tell that they couldn't see him up there unless they looked up and Josh learned over the edge.
So Josh tossed his towel, decided to carry his phone to film himself instead of trying to perch it someplace, and started a lap around the track. The video looked great, and so did Josh's perky, round ass and taut muscles. Jogging while hard was interesting, and he figured he'd tug a load to finish the dare.
Running around like a jaybird felt great, dare or not. He felt like he was running naked through Grand Central Station at rush hour with the power of invisibility. He felt invincible and strong and sexy and powerful and then shocked and confused and scared and small and trapped and terrified. As he rounded the home stretch, he could see where he left his towel. Standing there, in full uniform, arms crossed, with a stern smug look on his face, was a campus security guard.
Josh kind of knew him from seeing him around but had never had a run-in with him or even spoke to him before. He was older than most of the other security guards but not old. He was big but not some crazy body builder. Josh slowed as he finished his jog and approached, a nervous smile appearing and then fading.
"Uh... hi," he said, trying to cover his boner. "I, um... I got lost... and uh, locked out of the changing room, and... "
"Don't bother lying. I know what you were doing," the man replied. Then he picked up Josh's towel (college property he was borrowing) and said to follow him. Josh clumsily held his phone, which was still recording.
Embarrassed and unsure, Josh walked with the security guard down hallways and into an office. The security guard sat down behind a desk and started writing notes onto a pad of paper.
The security guard looked up and said, "I'm guessing you don't have any identification on you."
Josh didn't know what to say. He wouldn't say his name or anything else about himself. The security guard said that he can't make him daddy anything or do anything, can't take his phone, can't arrest him.
"I could call the cops to come down here," he said "but that's just a pain in the ass for me. And I don't feel like doing paperwork all night."
Josh stood there, and then he realized that his big bare butt was facing out the big window and towards the walkway below. He saw somebody leave the building and hurry away, by a lamppost and a bench, never looking up at them. He stepped away from the window, but only ended up stepping closer to the door, which could often at any time.
The security guard said, "oh, now you're shy, huh? Now you're worried about somebody seeing you? I know what you are, son."
He seemed to be waiting for an answer. He even got out of his chair and stood next to Josh. Intimidated, Josh eventually said, "... what I am? sir?"
The security guard glowered. His eyes pierced Josh. The quiet on campus was quadrupled in the dark office, until finally Josh was told what he was.
"Cocky." Josh took it in. "Uh.... cocky?"
"Cocky. You're cocky." The sound of this man saying cock again and again was getting to Josh. "You walk around like you think you run the world and nothing's ever gonna happen to you. Cocky. You little shits don't give a fuck what's gonna happen. Cocky little shits, year after year. Look at you. Waving your little peckers around like you think you invented it. Cocky fucker."
Josh's ass was flexed tight, and his phone and clenched hands couldn't conceal his re-bone. He heard the security guard continue his rant. "Problem is... you never just had your hand smacked away from the cookie jar. You cocky little fucker, bend your little ass over that desk, and I'll give you a real lesson."
Then the words stopped, and it was all silence and pointing and Josh's back bent down and him leaning over the desk, arms like a pushup and his butt in the moon. Josh was scared and then startled by the guard's foot, nudging Josh to stand with his feet wider apart. Hidden underneath his muscular frame, his hardon bobbed up, up, up.
Smack! The guard's hand slapped down with a sting. The guard grinned smugly. A blushing red was already appearing. Biceps flexed. Butt muscles clenched, in reaction and in anticipation.
Slap! Slap! A softer spank on each cheek. The security guard stopped himself from talking during it. He wanted to dress down this cocky kid, running around naked.
Swat! Crack! Pat! A hard smack and then a few softer ones, gentle, soft skin to skin. They security guard watched Josh's skin bounce and jiggle, and he let his hand land and squeeze.
More and more spanks landed on hot skin. Meanwhile, Josh was getting hottet and hotter. He had been hard off and on for hours. He had never felt the rush of a firm hand connect on such a private, intimate area. And anyone could walk in and see him stripped, and someone could look up and see him in the window. And is this security guard hard in those tight uniform pants?
And Josh tipped over the edge on one hard smack, and without touching his hard cock he shot a glob up that landed on the guard's shoe. And some more oozed out, and Josh let out a moan, and the guard realized what happened.
"Get out of here," he said. "Towel stays. Get your skinny butt home and out of trouble. Get caught, and it's the cops."
Josh scurried around dark hallways until he got back to his locker, got dressed, went home, and jerked off twice. And Mike jerked off twice to the video the next morning.