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“Why do we have to use my card? Why can’t we use yours?” Reese asked, his fingers hovering over the laptop keyboard.
Nick finished his beer before answering, “Because my parents can check mine, and I don’t want to have to explain where the money came from.”
Reese hesitated, but then Nick handed him a fresh beer. He shrugged and hit Enter as he said, “Fuck it. We’re probably not going to make any money, you know.”
Nick smirked as he opened up another beer for himself. “Never underestimate internet weirdos, my friend.” They tapped the beer cans together and both took a swig as the website processed the new account information.
It was already late, and they’d been drinking since dinner. The last big blowout party of the summer had turned into just the two of them hanging out in Reese’s bedroom over his parent’s garage. Everyone else had skipped town early to get a head start on their first year of university, and Reese and Nick were the only ones unambitious enough to stay at home and go to the local school. Something about having more money for weed and booze made it the more appealing option. So with everyone else gone, with only boredom and four cases of beer to keep them company, they ended up in front of Reese’s laptop opening an account on X-Change.
Nick was the one who suggested they try it. The site had popped into the zeitgeist a few weeks back when a story about a guy getting paid ten thousand dollars to get arrested for streaking through Time Square went viral. It was probably only a few months away from being shut down or turning into another ad-filled hellscape, so they figured it was an easy way to waste an evening.
Reese’s room was like a private apartment, with its own bathroom and staircase entrance up the side of the garage. It had instantly become the go-to hangout place through high school for their group of friends. The space had seen many drunken parties, movie nights, and poker games. Unfortunately for Reese, it had never seen a naked woman that wasn’t on a screen. The only downside was the lack of AC.
When it was clear no one else was coming, the boys had stripped off their party clothes in favour of t-shirts and boxers. They were both skinny and relatively fit, from their half-hearted participation in the high school track team, and seated together they made for an attractive pair of 18-year-old studs. They had decided the fact they were both still virgins was just a combination of bad luck and a lame high school.
The account creation process finished and a pair of large buttons appeared with a choice: Request or Perform.
Reese clicked on “Perform” and the screen filled with menu options like “Indoor Tasks Only” and a place to fill in information about who was on camera. Reese put them both down as 18, male, and straight. He confirmed and gave the site access to his webcam and microphone, and a moment later they were looking at themselves on the screen. Reese’s t-shirt had a faded rock band logo and torn sleeves, and his black hair stuck out in a messy tangle. Nick’s plain blue shirt matched his eyes, and his blonde hair was cut clean and short.
A flashing button sat over their video: Start Stream.
Reese glanced at Nick and raised an eyebrow.
Nick smirked and raised his beer.
They tapped the cans together, took a deep drink, and then Reese clicked the button.
Nothing much changed, except the red “Live” text that appeared in the corner next to a little symbol of a person and the number zero. They waited. Reese’s knee bounced quietly under the desk. Nick finished another beer.
Zero viewers.
“Fuck it, I gotta take a piss,” said Nick. He pushed back his chair and crossed the room to the bathroom.
Just as the door shut the zero flipped to one.
There was something about knowing a real person was suddenly on the other side of the camera that sent a tingle up Reese’s spine.
Where’s the second guy?
The text appeared in a chat window on the side of the screen.
Reese pointed to the bathroom door over his shoulder and said, “He’s in the bathroom.”
A moment later a bell chimed and a square notification appeared on the right: Walk in on your friend in the bathroom. Below it was a one dollar price tag and an “accept” button.
Reese snorted a laugh and clicked the button. He stood up and crept across the room, careful to avoid the squeaky floorboard. On the other side of the bathroom door he could hear the heavy splash of Nick’s piss hitting the toilet. He wrapped his hand around the doorknob and swung it open.
“What the fuck!” Nick jumped at the sudden intrusion, and the line of piss that had been hitting the open toilet sprayed the back of the seat before he corrected his aim. He’d tucked his shorts under his balls with his left hand and was holding the bottom of his blue shirt up with his right.
Reese’s eyes rolled over Nick’s pissing cock and his exposed abs. They’d seen each other shirtless, but he’d only ever caught glimpses of his friends’ cock in the swimming pool changing rooms. Nick was clearly a shower, with at least six soft inches draped over his fingers.
“Dude!” Said Nick, snapping Reese’s attention away from his cock, “What the fuck?”
“I think we just made our first dollar,” said Reese. He looked back from the open doorway to the computer screen and waved.
Suddenly the intrusion didn’t seem so offensive to Nick as he finished pissing and tucked himself back in his shorts. He flushed and walked back out to read the computer screen.
“Maybe wash your hands though?” Asked Reese as he walked up beside Nick.
Nick waved his fingers in Reese’s face and said, “Don’t worry, I keep my penis very clean.”
Reese knocked Nick’s hand away as he sat back down and picked up his beer while Nick went back to the bathroom and wiped up his mess and washed his hands, calling out, “How many people are there?”
“Three now–no, it’s five! Six!”
Nick walked back and stood behind his chair, drying his hands on his boxers. “We’re practically viral. What do they want us to do?”
The first task had faded, confirmed by the viewer who sent it, but nothing had taken its place. Then another message appeared in chat.
You guys getting naked, or what?
“You gotta pay for that,” said Nick happily.
Almost immediately the task appeared with a bell chime: Get naked. The price was five dollars.
Nick snorted, “We’re not getting naked for five bucks! What kind of internet whores do you think we are?”
The boys laughed, but suddenly the price jumped to thirty. Then fifty. Then one hundred. They stopped laughing.
The chat window became much more active as viewers started urging them on.
Sexy boys!
Take it off! Take it off!
3=> 3=>
Reese put down the beer that was halfway to his mouth and felt a weird buzzing in the pit of his stomach.
“What the fuck? Someone’s going to pay a hundred dollars for that?” He said.
“I think it’s a pool,” said Nick, “Like, they can all chip in to raise the price. Look! We’re over a hundred viewers now.”
The viewers counter was still rising, and the price for getting naked was ticking up closer to two hundred.
“Dude, I think this money is legit,” said Reese as he checked his digital wallet and saw the first payout pending.
“Of course it’s legit, didn’t I tell you?”
“Yeah, but like, I figured we’d just laugh at some weird request and leave. You really want to get naked?”
“Dude, it’s–” Nick checked the screen, “It’s $250! It’s worth it, right?”
Reese nodded his head reluctantly. The price had been slowly rising with the viewer count, but then it seemed to level off. The audience was waiting to see if they would actually do it. Getting naked in front of Nick was one thing, but a bunch of internet strangers? Of course, the money could cover the cost of the failed party.
“Fuck it,” said Reese as he clicked the accept button, “Let’s do it.”
“Money money money!” Sang Nick as he tugged at the back of his t-shirt and slipped it over his head, revealing his smooth chest and a subtle farmer’s tan on his biceps.
Reese stood and pulled up his shirt from the bottom and tossed it in the laundry basket by his bed. The warm air felt nice against his skin and he felt a rush of adrenaline as he thought about all the anonymous eyes looking at him. He was naturally very smooth and had a dragon tattoo spiraling down the left side of his ribcage, which earned some compliments in the chat.
They glanced at each other, and then both sets of eyes dropped to their boxers. The task had said naked, after all.
The laptop camera had a good view of their boxers, from mid-thigh to mid-chest. The boys watched each other and tucked their thumbs in their waistbands.
“On three?” Said Nick.
Reese nodded. His heart was pounding. He thought it was fear, but at the same time he could feel something growing between his legs.
“One. Two. Three!”
They both bowed as they pushed their underwear to their knees and watched them drop to the floor. They stepped out and kicked them aside, displaying themselves for a moment until the task on the screen disappeared and the money popped up in Reese’s account.
They both sat back down and reached for their beers, knocking the cans together in a way that said they were still friends, just bros hanging out, no big deal.
Reese glanced over at Nick’s cock and saw it had actually grown from what he’d seen in the bathroom. Apparently Nick was a shower and a grower.
Then Reese noticed Nick was looking too, and the boys caught each other’s eyes and laughed.
“It’s ok to look, dude,” said Nick, “It’s making me hard, actually.”
Reese blushed, but he smiled and said, “Me too.” They swiveled their chairs a bit towards each other so they could get a proper look.
Nick’s cut cock was thickening up against his thigh and trimmed pubes.
Reese held himself back from touching his own erection as it flopped up against his belly. He noticed he had larger balls than Nick, but his uncut cock, with the rosy pink head half-emerged from the sheath, was probably a bit shorter.
Their eyes met again and they could both tell they were feeling the same rushing mix of pride and embarrassment that went with being exposed and horny.
The screen chimed with a new task: Put your cocks together and compare.
The money started low, but soon it was ticking up.
“They want us to toast with our dicks,” Nick said with a laugh, and then he reached out and hit the accept button and stood back up.
Reese was mid-sip on his beer when he was suddenly eye-level with Nick’s cock. He coughed once and looked away, but followed Nick’s lead and stood up.
Their dicks were both hard, and leading the way. Nick baby-stepped closer to Reese so they were centred on the screen, and the tip of his cock tapped Reese’s naked hip.
“Looks like I win for longest dick,” joked Nick quietly. He held his cock at the base to point it straight forward and Reese did the same.
“Cheers,” said Nick and he swung his cock sideways to smack Reese’s shaft.
Pleasure vibrated up Reese’s spine. He tapped back with his cock and looked up to meet Nick’s eye. Their faces were only a few inches apart and neither boy could conceal the dirty smirk on their face.
The website started chiming as more requests flooded in.
