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The Vote -------- Part 7 ended with a simple decision – stay and look after Hunter or go and complete Day 8 of the 10-loads punishment task. I have to admit, I am slightly overwhelmed by the amount you all seem to care about Hunter. Even those of you that wanted Phil to go still gave some thought to how Hunter could be looked after. While you're a bunch of heartless horny bitches most of the time, it's nice to see you also have a heart! Anyway, the masses have spoken and decided that Phil can't leave a close friend in his hour of need, so read on...
Phil's Naked Adventures – Part 8
Phil was angry, but right then it wasn't his anger that was needed, it was his compassion. Hunter was laying beside him on the sofa, his head in Phil's naked lap. He looked so strange. Even when Hunter was subbing, he was still a large, imposing figure of a young man, always so strong, but laying there upset and devastated, he just seemed... small!
Phil's anger was aimed at so many people. He had initially felt quite annoyed at Hunter's ex, a girl he had never met, but considering she had been cheated on for months before being dumped, she was probably the only one in the scenario whose own ire was appropriate. Hunter's family though, just the thought of them made Phil sick to his stomach. How could anyone act like that to someone they were supposed to love unconditionally? And then there was Alex, Hunter's best friend, the third member of their trio.
He tried to push the angry thoughts aside and assess the situation. He needed to swallow three loads by midnight otherwise he would fail day 8 of his task but a quick glance down at the timer lock on his chastity device showed 533 hours. He was so close to the halfway mark now and completion of his 10-loads task was so close he could almost taste it (literally). But right there, right beside his locked cock was Hunter's head.
It had happened purely by chance, Hunter and Alex coming into his life, but since the day they met just six weeks ago they had been there. Just a regular hook-up to begin with, but over time a friendship had grown... and maybe more. They were certainly all more than friends. Even calling it 'friends with benefits' seemed to fall short of the intense and sudden bond that had appeared between them all.
The possibilities ran through Phil's mind, like a dozen voices shouting their ideas all at once. Wait til he's a sleep and sneak out, he'll never know. Tell him what you need to do, he knows you're a fag so he'll understand. Bring him with you, it'll be good for him to see a fag at work.
While his thoughts were all over the place, there was one thing Phil felt he needed to do – get dressed! It was unusual, because that was an impulse he had not felt for weeks, but whether he was going out or staying with Hunter, he felt like nudity just didn't fit. As he gently began to move, he felt a hand grab at his leg.
Hunter stared up at him, eyes wide and watery. "Are you leaving?" he asked, his grip almost a little too tight.
"I was just gonna put some clothes on," Phil explained. Seeing the reaction just cemented a single determination in his mind – there was no way he could leave Hunter alone tonight. He smiled and added softly, "I didn't think me being naked was really... appropriate."
"No!" Hunter said firmly. "Today's already fucked up enough. The last thing I need to see is you with clothes on, that'd just be too freaky!" he joked, almost smiling.
Phil chuckled and moved back in the seat, casually letting his fingers tease through Hunter's hair comfortingly. "No clothes it is!"
Hunter let out a gentle sigh. "I'm so glad you were home... I... really... don't have anywhere else to go!"
Phil didn't even need to think about what he was about to offer. "You can always come here, always, no matter what. And you're welcome to stay here as long as you need."
"Really?" Hunter asked, trembling as a weak smile spread across his face.
"Really!" Phil said, smiling warmly. He glanced at the lock again. 533 hours. Just over 21 days. Easily enough time for a third attempt at the task and maybe a fourth in the very worst case, though hopefully that wouldn't be needed. It was frustrating to go back to the beginning, especially when he knew loads six to eight for the day were out there ready for him, but sometimes, other things are just more important.
He grabbed his phone, keeping one had calmly stroking Hunter's chest as he typed with the other one. He started off with a quick apology message to Derek, saying he wouldn't be coming and asking if they could try again the following week when he would be on attempt number three for the task. With that sent, he opened up his chat with Master Matt.
Just as he had promised, the Master had not communicated since the task was given, but Phil had still been sending brief updates every day. The messages were read, so he knew Master Matt was still watching, even if he wasn't talking.
'Day eight is going to be a failure!' he started. He started typing out a brief explanation of the situation, but each time he tried, he felt some little detail was missing so he deleted and started over, offering a bit more. By the time he was done and happy to hit send, he had written a veritable essay, talking about Hunter, Alex, their relationships, his own feelings for them, what Hunter had done, how his ex-girlfriend, family and Alex had reacted and finally how he had come round in need of care and support.
It wasn't that he felt he owed master Matt any explanation, or was asking for any kind of concession, it was more a realisation that he didn't really have anyone else he could talk to about all of it. He hit send and realised he had a reply from Derek.
'No problem mate, hope you friend's okay. Happy to hook up any time. But just thought you'd want to see what you're missing!' Derek replied. Attached was a picture of Dave sucking on his cock, part of another naked young man visible at Dave's side, presumably ready to work on Derek's cock next.
'Ugh, those lucky boys!' Phil sent back. 'I'll make up for it next week, promise!' He put the phone down and turned his attention back to Hunter who was now laying on his back, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
Once Hunter had been with Phil for a while and started feeling better, the evening became like one of their usual evenings together, albeit without Alex there which felt strange, especially because of the surge of anger Phil felt every time he thought about the other eighteen-year-old. They had ordered food, watched a movie and just spent a thoroughly ordinary evening together, though it did amuse Phil to realise that answering the door naked to a delivery driver had become 'ordinary'.
It was approaching midnight and the two finally decided it was time to head off to bed, heading up the stairs together. As they stood at the top, Phil glanced from his bedroom door, to the spare room door and then to Hunter.
"If you need space..." Phil started, glancing at the spare room door again.
"I don't!" Hunter insisted immediately, shaking his head.
Phil smiled and took Hunter's hand, leading him into the bedroom. He sat on the bed, then frowned as he saw Hunter just standing there, looking almost as upset as he had done when he arrived earlier in the evening. "Hey, what's up?" he asked softly, standing back up.
Hunter looked down at himself and shook his head. "Just... just kinda realising these clothes are, like, all I've got! Everything else is just... gone!"
"Not everything!" Phil said, stroking Hunter's arm. As the teen raised his sad eyes to look into Phil's the naked man smiled and added, "You've got me too!"
Hunter looked just about ready to cry again, though at least this time they looked to be happy tears. Instead though, he leaned forward suddenly and pressed his lips against Phil's. It was only the briefest, fleeting contact, barely more than a second. It was like a question had been asked without words, a quick test to see the reaction.
Phil wanted to grab the large teen, to answer the question with a kiss of his own, but if tonight had proven to be anything to him, it was that even now his rationality could still keep a modicum of control. He reached up and brushed Hunter's cheek, his hand coming to rest on the side of his neck, fingers gripped lightly round to his nape. "Are you sure about this? I don't wanna... take advantage!"
"Why d'you think I broke up with Abby?" Hunter asked.
Phil felt like he'd been gut-punched. Knowing Hunter wanted to be with him felt incredible, joyous, exciting, but knowing that the absolute misery his life had become in a single day was because of that decision made him want to cry. He pushed it aside though and pulled Hunter towards him, placing his other hand on the other side of Hunter's neck, holding him as their lips met again.
The cautious, questioning kiss was answered with one of pure passion, their lips pressed firmly together for a moment, before Phil parted his lips a little and let his tongue probe teasingly at Hunter's mouth. The younger man copied, the tips of their tongues making the briefest of contact as Hunter's hands raised to grasp at Phil. Mouths opened wider, tongues explored deeper and the two bodies seemed to meld into one.
Phil's hands lowered, grabbing Hunter's t-shirt and pulling it up, their kiss parting only long enough to allow the clothing to be removed before resuming. The kiss continued uninterrupted as Phil worked blindly on the test of Hunter's clothes until all they could feel was skin-on-skin from head to toe.
Hunter grabbed Phil's fleshy buttocks, his fingers sinking into the relaxed muscle as he used it to lift him slightly. Phil happily assisted in the lift, jumping just a little as he wrapped his legs around Hunter's waist. The large teen stood holding him for several seconds, their lips still locked, before stepping forward to the bed and kneeling onto it.
As Hunter leaned down, Phil felt the soft material of the bed beneath his back, the slight coolness of it contrasting against the excited heat of Hunter's chest on his front. The kiss finally parted and as Phil opened his eyes, he found Hunter above him, staring back, smiling serenely.
"Ugh!" Hunter suddenly grunted as he pressed his crotch against Phil's. "I hate this thing! I miss your cock!"
Phil chuckled. "Have you even seen my cock properly?" he asked, then remembered and said, "Oh wait, that first night, you sucked it for, like, ten seconds or something!"
"Yeah, and I've barely stopped thinking about it since!" Hunter confessed.
"Seriously?" Phil asked, surprised. He had gotten so used to being used for his ass and his mouth, with his cock just not an option, that he hadn't really even considered it. It actually felt natural for him not to have use of his cock, he had always felt that as a fag it was unnecessary which was why he had accepted, and adapted to, the chastity so easily.
"Not just me, Alex too!" Hunter said with a snigger, before reality slapped him back down and he felt a twinge of sorrow at the mention of his friend's name. It knocked the energy right out of them as Hunter just flopped down beside Phil, the two rolling onto their sides to look at each other.
Their hands still gently caressed, but it was just mindless comfort rather than excited groping. "I always thought you two'd be a couple! Ya know, if things ever... ended with the girls I mean!"
Hunter let out a sigh and nodded. "I did too for a long while, but..." he paused, staring at Phil, seemingly unsure if he should say more.
"You can tell me," Phil urged him.
Hunter sighed again and confessed, "Well once we met you, I did... start to imagine... maybe me and you... but so did Alex... but I never stopped liking Alex... and then today happened... and here I am with you and I... I wanna be with you, but... I... I miss Alex!" He leaned forward, his forehead resting against Phil's chest.
"Honestly... I do too. Pissed as I am at him, you two really are a package deal, aren't you!" Phil said back lightly.
They remained laying quietly for several minutes, thinking about Alex. It was strange to miss someone and be mad at them at the same time. As they lay there, Hunter's hands found their way to Phil's ass again, kneading at the fleshy mounds of his buttocks, slowly spreading them as his fingers crept closer and closer to his hole from both sides.
Phil let out a pleasured groan as the eager digits began to tease his ring. They started out just circling it lightly, teasing him for several moments before one pushed in, just up to the first knuckle, followed moments later by the other. Just having the two fingertips inside him was beginning to make him leak, but as they began gently pulling he let out a grunt of pained delight.
Opening the man up little by little, Hunter slid both fingers further in, to the next knuckle. The muscular ring clenched around his fingers as he buried his face in Phil's neck and began nibbling at it playfully, his own cock throbbing at the grunts, moans, gasps and whimpers he was pulling from Phil.
Hunter pulled his head back and grinned. The two shared a silent moment and Phil suspected he knew what was coming next. Loosening a guy up really is the precursor to one thing only and Phil wanted it. He wanted the burly teen's thick cock inside him as much as he wanted his lips pressed once again against his own.
"Let's go out!" Hunter suddenly declared, grinning as his fingers were unceremoniously yanked out of Phil's butt.
Phil was a little thrown off and glanced at the clock. With a frown and replied, "It's gone midnight. Nowhere's open!"
"I don't mean go somewhere, I just mean... out, like... outside!" Hunter said, kneeling up.
Phil propped himself up on his elbows, both amused by Hunter's sudden energy but just as confused by what he meant. As he saw the teen looking him up and down excitedly, he quickly caught on. "Oh, you mean... naked!"
"Yeah, let's do it!" Hunter said, looking down at himself too.
"Wait, you mean... both of us?" Phil asked, wide-eyed. He got an eager nod in response.
Phil was in absolute awe. He knew Hunter had been naked outdoors before, that was how he had been the first time Phil laid eyes on him, but that was in a quiet, secluded area with no chance of being seen. Now though, he was brazenly strolling down the street, fully nude. Admittedly at nearly 1 am in a quiet residential area there was nobody around, but still, he seemed so entirely unbothered by it.
Phil, who probably should have been more used to it, still felt scared, looking round frantically at every noise and every slight sign of movement as he crept along beside Hunter. "Where are we going?" he whispered.
"No idea," Hunter answered, not even lowering his voice. "Oh my God, can you imagine if we got lost? Stuck naked with no clue how to get home!"
"Fuck," Phil muttered. He actually had imagined that, it was one of those bizarre thoughts that scared him just as much as it turned him on. "Hunter, are you... sure you're okay?" Phil asked. Before they came out, Phil had been a little concerned that Hunter maybe wasn't thinking straight, that the trauma and emotion of the day was affecting his judgment. While the teen has insisted he was fine and just wanted to have fun, Phil still had his concerns.
"Whadda you think?" Hunter asked, turning slightly so that his throbbing erection wobbled in front of Phil.
"I'm pretty sure you can be horny and not okay at the same time," Phil said. He wanted to be careful not to upset the teen, but his own nervousness had put him a little on edge, though seeing Hunter naked in the street was making his own cock swell as much as the cage would allow too.
"Come here!" Hunter ordered, holding out an arm.
Phil moved closer and felt Hunter's arms wrap around him. Compared to the cool night air, the feel of Hunter's skin on his own as he was pulled into a tight hug felt blazing hot.
"I love how much you care about me," Hunter said, planting a delicate kiss on Phil's forehead. "But really, I'm okay, this is fun! I just wish I'd thought to bring protection cos I'd love to, like, fuck you in the middle of the street or something really crazy like that!"
"Yeah, that'd be hot," Phil agreed, pulling away slightly as he grinned. "If only someone had had the foresight to... oh, wait. What's this?" he dumb for a moment as he raised his clenched fist to reveal he was holding an unopened condom.
"Wow, you absolute slut!" Hunter said, shaking his head.
Phil grinned. "I love how you can call me that and make it a compliment!"
"So whadda you say? Wanna fuck?" Hunter asked, pressing his hard cock against Phil's stomach, the tip already slightly wet with pre-cum.
Phil looked round nervously. They weren't that far from home but the street was deserted, though it was a route that drivers often took to avoid traffic lights so even at nearly 1 am there was still a chance of someone driving by. There were quieter places nearby they could use, as the thought of a naked fuck under the stars with Hunter certainly did appeal. Yet despite all of that, there had been a moment earlier, back when they were in the bedroom, when Phil had thought they were about to share something special. Could they recapture that?
And that is where we leave Part 8. Phil is getting fucked, there is absolutely no doubt about that, but what you need to decide is where! For once, I'm giving a slight insight into what each choice will actually affect. Choose wisely, this decision will definitely affect a lot of the future of this story.
Option 1 – They fuck in the middle of the street, out in the open (will lead to embarrassment, but will negatively affect their relationship)
Option 2 – They find somewhere a little more secluded (may result in a little embarrassment, no negative impact to relationship, but no positive influence either)
Option 3 – They return home and fuck in private (no embarrassing consequences, very positive impact on their relationship)
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