2 housemates in lockdown

[Hungstraight]

‘Mate we do the same thing every damn night’, Josh complained as he sank into the sofa in our living room.

‘Someone needs a beer’, I said, coming through from the kitchen, two beers in hand.

‘You could say that’, said Josh, taking a beer gratefully and taking a swig. He ran his hand through his brown hair and sighed.

‘There’s no sign of this ending right?’, I asked as I sat down. The daily government announcement was being broadcast on the TV.

‘Not by the look of it’.

Josh and I were the only two left in our university shared house. Our other housemates had packed and left as soon as it looked like the UK would enter lockdown. We had the house to ourselves, and only each other for company.

‘What’s on TV tonight?’, I asked.

‘What is it, Wednesday? Nothing’, Josh responded.

This was the way most of our nights went. In fact it was the way most of our days went. Aside from Zoom lectures, we couldn’t leave the house for any significant amount of time, couldn’t go to the gym, couldn’t go to the pub and couldn’t see other friends. In short, we couldn’t do anything that two 19 year old guys would usually do. And there were only so many Zoom quizzes one person could stomach. We worked out every day, improvising weights with household objects, doing abs exercises, push ups and going for runs, but it wasn’t the same.

‘Shall we do something different? A board game or something?’, I suggested.

‘Only ‘cause you know I’ve got you beat at Fifa’, Josh teased.

‘Fuck off, it’s pretty even most of the time’, I protested.

‘Yeah yeah, wanna prove it?’, he asked.

I wasn’t too keen on the idea of playing FIFA for another night. Perhaps my face told Josh that, as he added, ‘spice it up?’.

‘Spice it up how?’, I asked.

‘Bit of betting? £5 says you can’t beat me’.

‘Oh come on, bet something worthwhile’, I said, and fired up the console. ‘Something more interesting than money’.

‘Loser does the washing up after dinner?’

‘Keep going’, I said.

‘You suggest something then’, Josh said.

‘How about if you concede a goal you have to take off an item of clothing. We play for 20 minutes and the overall loser of the match has to do a dare chosen by the winner’.

Josh looked at me with a grin, ‘you know you’re going to lose though?’, he asked.

‘Prove it. How many items of clothing are you wearing?’

‘Socks, jeans, t shirt and boxers, you?’

‘The same’, I said.

The game was loaded and we picked teams. I picked Manchester City, Josh Real Madrid. I wasn’t sure where my idea had come from, it was pre-planned and wasn’t something I had ever thought about. But now I had suggested it, I felt a strange excitement at the thought of Josh seeing me naked, or vice versa. We hadn’t seen each other in anything less than gym kit before, so this was a brave new world for us as friends.

‘Clear on the rules?’, I asked.

‘Crystal clear’, Josh chuckled, ‘you’re getting naked buddy’.



To be continued…

 

[william1]

great start

 

[outsider798]

Can’t wait for more!

 

[Nakedinpa]

Could develop into something very interesting!

 

[lprpete]

I like where this is going! I had similar with a mate playing Mario Kart.. I was naked after the first game as I lost to him each round :/ but it was hot! hope there is follow-up for this..

 

[maxmax25]

I like where this is going! I had similar with a mate playing Mario Kart.. I was naked after the first game as I lost to him each round :/ but it was hot! hope there is follow-up for this..

Maybe you can tell us you're story in the meantime - hehe

 

[Joseph8]

‘Mate we do the same thing every damn night’, Josh complained as he sank into the sofa in our living room.

‘Someone needs a beer’, I said, coming through from the kitchen, two beers in hand.

‘You could say that’, said Josh, taking a beer gratefully and taking a swig. He ran his hand through his brown hair and sighed.

‘There’s no sign of this ending right?’, I asked as I sat down. The daily government announcement was being broadcast on the TV.

‘Not by the look of it’.

Josh and I were the only two left in our university shared house. Our other housemates had packed and left as soon as it looked like the UK would enter lockdown. We had the house to ourselves, and only each other for company.

‘What’s on TV tonight?’, I asked.

‘What is it, Wednesday? Nothing’, Josh responded.

This was the way most of our nights went. In fact it was the way most of our days went. Aside from Zoom lectures, we couldn’t leave the house for any significant amount of time, couldn’t go to the gym, couldn’t go to the pub and couldn’t see other friends. In short, we couldn’t do anything that two 19 year old guys would usually do. And there were only so many Zoom quizzes one person could stomach. We worked out every day, improvising weights with household objects, doing abs exercises, push ups and going for runs, but it wasn’t the same.

‘Shall we do something different? A board game or something?’, I suggested.

‘Only ‘cause you know I’ve got you beat at Fifa’, Josh teased.

‘Fuck off, it’s pretty even most of the time’, I protested.

‘Yeah yeah, wanna prove it?’, he asked.

I wasn’t too keen on the idea of playing FIFA for another night. Perhaps my face told Josh that, as he added, ‘spice it up?’.

‘Spice it up how?’, I asked.

‘Bit of betting? £5 says you can’t beat me’.

‘Oh come on, bet something worthwhile’, I said, and fired up the console. ‘Something more interesting than money’.

‘Loser does the washing up after dinner?’

‘Keep going’, I said.

‘You suggest something then’, Josh said.

‘How about if you concede a goal you have to take off an item of clothing. We play for 20 minutes and the overall loser of the match has to do a dare chosen by the winner’.

Josh looked at me with a grin, ‘you know you’re going to lose though?’, he asked.

‘Prove it. How many items of clothing are you wearing?’

‘Socks, jeans, t shirt and boxers, you?’

‘The same’, I said.

The game was loaded and we picked teams. I picked Manchester City, Josh Real Madrid. I wasn’t sure where my idea had come from, it was pre-planned and wasn’t something I had ever thought about. But now I had suggested it, I felt a strange excitement at the thought of Josh seeing me naked, or vice versa. We hadn’t seen each other in anything less than gym kit before, so this was a brave new world for us as friends.

‘Clear on the rules?’, I asked.

‘Crystal clear’, Josh chuckled, ‘you’re getting naked buddy’.



To be continued…

Very good!!

 

[Matthew92_]

‘Mate we do the same thing every damn night’, Josh complained as he sank into the sofa in our living room.

‘Someone needs a beer’, I said, coming through from the kitchen, two beers in hand.

‘You could say that’, said Josh, taking a beer gratefully and taking a swig. He ran his hand through his brown hair and sighed.

‘There’s no sign of this ending right?’, I asked as I sat down. The daily government announcement was being broadcast on the TV.

‘Not by the look of it’.

Josh and I were the only two left in our university shared house. Our other housemates had packed and left as soon as it looked like the UK would enter lockdown. We had the house to ourselves, and only each other for company.

‘What’s on TV tonight?’, I asked.

‘What is it, Wednesday? Nothing’, Josh responded.

This was the way most of our nights went. In fact it was the way most of our days went. Aside from Zoom lectures, we couldn’t leave the house for any significant amount of time, couldn’t go to the gym, couldn’t go to the pub and couldn’t see other friends. In short, we couldn’t do anything that two 19 year old guys would usually do. And there were only so many Zoom quizzes one person could stomach. We worked out every day, improvising weights with household objects, doing abs exercises, push ups and going for runs, but it wasn’t the same.

‘Shall we do something different? A board game or something?’, I suggested.

‘Only ‘cause you know I’ve got you beat at Fifa’, Josh teased.

‘Fuck off, it’s pretty even most of the time’, I protested.

‘Yeah yeah, wanna prove it?’, he asked.

I wasn’t too keen on the idea of playing FIFA for another night. Perhaps my face told Josh that, as he added, ‘spice it up?’.

‘Spice it up how?’, I asked.

‘Bit of betting? £5 says you can’t beat me’.

‘Oh come on, bet something worthwhile’, I said, and fired up the console. ‘Something more interesting than money’.

‘Loser does the washing up after dinner?’

‘Keep going’, I said.

‘You suggest something then’, Josh said.

‘How about if you concede a goal you have to take off an item of clothing. We play for 20 minutes and the overall loser of the match has to do a dare chosen by the winner’.

Josh looked at me with a grin, ‘you know you’re going to lose though?’, he asked.

‘Prove it. How many items of clothing are you wearing?’

‘Socks, jeans, t shirt and boxers, you?’

‘The same’, I said.

The game was loaded and we picked teams. I picked Manchester City, Josh Real Madrid. I wasn’t sure where my idea had come from, it was pre-planned and wasn’t something I had ever thought about. But now I had suggested it, I felt a strange excitement at the thought of Josh seeing me naked, or vice versa. We hadn’t seen each other in anything less than gym kit before, so this was a brave new world for us as friends.

‘Clear on the rules?’, I asked.

‘Crystal clear’, Josh chuckled, ‘you’re getting naked buddy’.



To be continued…

continueee plss

 

[duckitplz1]

‘Mate we do the same thing every damn night’, Josh complained as he sank into the sofa in our living room.

‘Someone needs a beer’, I said, coming through from the kitchen, two beers in hand.

‘You could say that’, said Josh, taking a beer gratefully and taking a swig. He ran his hand through his brown hair and sighed.

‘There’s no sign of this ending right?’, I asked as I sat down. The daily government announcement was being broadcast on the TV.

‘Not by the look of it’.

Josh and I were the only two left in our university shared house. Our other housemates had packed and left as soon as it looked like the UK would enter lockdown. We had the house to ourselves, and only each other for company.

‘What’s on TV tonight?’, I asked.

‘What is it, Wednesday? Nothing’, Josh responded.

This was the way most of our nights went. In fact it was the way most of our days went. Aside from Zoom lectures, we couldn’t leave the house for any significant amount of time, couldn’t go to the gym, couldn’t go to the pub and couldn’t see other friends. In short, we couldn’t do anything that two 19 year old guys would usually do. And there were only so many Zoom quizzes one person could stomach. We worked out every day, improvising weights with household objects, doing abs exercises, push ups and going for runs, but it wasn’t the same.

‘Shall we do something different? A board game or something?’, I suggested.

‘Only ‘cause you know I’ve got you beat at Fifa’, Josh teased.

‘Fuck off, it’s pretty even most of the time’, I protested.

‘Yeah yeah, wanna prove it?’, he asked.

I wasn’t too keen on the idea of playing FIFA for another night. Perhaps my face told Josh that, as he added, ‘spice it up?’.

‘Spice it up how?’, I asked.

‘Bit of betting? £5 says you can’t beat me’.

‘Oh come on, bet something worthwhile’, I said, and fired up the console. ‘Something more interesting than money’.

‘Loser does the washing up after dinner?’

‘Keep going’, I said.

‘You suggest something then’, Josh said.

‘How about if you concede a goal you have to take off an item of clothing. We play for 20 minutes and the overall loser of the match has to do a dare chosen by the winner’.

Josh looked at me with a grin, ‘you know you’re going to lose though?’, he asked.

‘Prove it. How many items of clothing are you wearing?’

‘Socks, jeans, t shirt and boxers, you?’

‘The same’, I said.

The game was loaded and we picked teams. I picked Manchester City, Josh Real Madrid. I wasn’t sure where my idea had come from, it was pre-planned and wasn’t something I had ever thought about. But now I had suggested it, I felt a strange excitement at the thought of Josh seeing me naked, or vice versa. We hadn’t seen each other in anything less than gym kit before, so this was a brave new world for us as friends.

‘Clear on the rules?’, I asked.

‘Crystal clear’, Josh chuckled, ‘you’re getting naked buddy’.



To be continued…

Waiting….

 

[Hungstraight]

The game started and Josh kicked off. He was in my half immediately and pushing my defence hard. He missed a shot on goal but my goal kick gave him possession back. He ran it back down the field and was pressing again. Another minute of passing back and forth, looking for an opening, and then bam. Top right corner. Josh punched the air.

‘Get those socks off Sam’, Josh laughed. I reluctantly pulled off my socks.

The restart didn’t go well for me again. Josh had possession and territory, slipping through gaps I couldn’t close. It took another minute for me to go 2-0 down. Josh laughed again and taunted me, ‘mate at this rate you’re going to be naked before half time’.

I stood up and pulled off my t shirt. ‘Nice abs Sam, you haven’t lost any definition over lockdown’. It was true, if anything I had done more work focussing on my abs since the gyms had been closed. I was unapologetically proud of my defined six pack and the sharp V that plunged into my jeans.

Finally I had some luck, earning a free kick deep in Josh’s half. His keeper missed the save and finally I pulled a goal back.

‘Loser!’ I said and Josh pulled his socks off.

‘It’s your jeans next buddy’, he retorted, and we played on.

It wasn’t my jeans next though. We drew level after 5 minutes of tense play and Josh had to take off his t shirt, leaving us in the same state of undress.

‘Your abs aren’t too bad either mate’, I complimented him. ‘Lacking a bit compared to mine, looks like you need to lean up a bit’, I added a teasing remark, pinching the skin on his six pack.

‘Piss off’, he said laughing, ‘this time you’re losing your jeans’.

He turned out to be right this time. I stood up and confidently unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them and pulled them down my legs, letting them drop to my ankles and stepping out of them.

‘Nice undies bud’, Josh remarked. I was stood in just my tight grey Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Looking down I realised that my package was quite evident through them. I remembered that Josh had never actually seen me this undressed before. I made a mental promise to myself to make sure he didn’t see me any more undressed.

Play continued for another 2 minutes before half time. We paused and went to get another beer each. I took the opportunity to have another pop at Josh ‘mate you ought to lay off the beer else you’ll never see your abs’. He laughed it off.

We went back to the living room and continued playing. I knew I needed to score at least once again to avoid doing Josh’s dare, so I threw everything into offence. It payed off after a few minutes, and Josh threw his head back against the sofa.

‘Get ‘em off!’, I taunted him.

Josh was a good sport and immediately stood and pulled his jeans off, leaving him in just his white Diesel boxer briefs. Like mine, his underwear left little to the imagination. As he sat back down, I noticed how pert and round his buttocks were.

‘Alright perv!’, Josh said obviously noticing me looking.

‘Oh yeah ‘cause obviously you’re just my type!’, I retorted. ‘So, next goal and one of us is naked!’ I pointed out.

‘It ain’t gonna be me’, Josh said defiantly.

I continued my strategy of all out offence. Josh defended well for 5 minutes straight, until he commuted a foul in his box and suddenly I had an opportunity for a penalty to strip him of his underwear. I knew where I was going, down the middle, full power.

‘No pressure mate’, I teased. ‘I’m going down the middle’.

‘Piss off with your mind games’.

I took aim, and hoped for the best.

To be continued…

 

[Lukeyjukey]

Been lookin forward to part 2 already excited for part 3

 

[Hungstraight]

I went down the middle. Josh went right. The ball hit the back of the net.

‘Yes!’ I jumped up and punched the air. Josh held his head in his hands. ‘You lose!’.

Josh looked up, ‘I haven’t technically lost yet, we play until full time… but… yeah I lose my boxers’.

‘Drop ‘em!’ I instructed.

‘Bit keen to see me naked aren’t you Sam?’, he laughed. ‘Fair is fair, but it’s not over yet’. Josh stood in front of the tv and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his white underwear. In one swift movement he yanked them down his legs and let them fall to the floor. I was presented with my best friend from university butt naked. I briefly took in the whole sight. Josh had an almost identical build to me. 6’2, muscular but lean, well proportioned. Like me, his best feature was his core, with his smooth-muscled six pack. But also like me, he had broad shoulders and thick arms. If a comparison was to be made, I probably had the bigger legs and shoulders, and he had the thicker arms and more toned chest.

All that I knew before this moment, but now for the first time his manhood was on full display. Josh’s soft cock was just over 4” I guessed, uncircumcised but with not a lot of foreskin. His balls were tight and large. His glans was prominent, despite still being covered by his foreskin. I felt inwardly smug that my dick was slightly bigger than Josh’s, at 5” soft. And then it suddenly occurred to me. I chuckled inwardly, and glanced again to confirm. Yep.

‘Josh, where are your pubes?!’

‘What do you mean?’, he asked.

‘I mean, you have no pubes! You look like a girl!’.

‘Yeah and?’, he asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

‘…and that’s a bit weird!’ I laughed. Josh had no pubic hair at all, not above or around his cock, not on his balls, no snail trail on his abs.

‘Mate, everyone shaves their pubes these days, it’s totally normal’.

‘It is not! Sure most girls do, but… what the hell?’ I laughed at him.

‘Mate I’m not kidding, ask any of the other guys. I’ll bet you a lot most of them shave’

‘Careful Josh, your bets aren’t paying off lately’ I mocked him. ‘But no thanks, I’m not going to ask my guy friends their manscaping habits’.

‘I take it you’re fully hairy then?’, Josh asked.

‘You’ll have to wait and see! Or not!’ I dug at him again. ‘No sure I trim but no way would I take it all off, you look like a pornstar!’.

‘Stop staring mate’, Josh laughed and playfully covered his privates. ‘You really should try, it makes it feel WAY better and it makes your dick look bigger’

I snorted, ‘I don’t need any help in that department thanks Josh!’

Josh laughed ‘maybe you’ll have to prove that fact’. It sounded like a challenge.

Josh sat back down and with 7 minutes still on the clock, we continued on. I now just needed to defend in order to not lose the game. I started to think about what forfeit I would make Josh do. Run down the street naked? Shave his eyebrows? Eat hot chills?

‘Score!’, Josh cried and leapt up. What the hell? I had got distracted and lost my concentration. Shit. The score was now level, 4-4. I had to take off my underwear.

‘Let’s see the bush then!’ Josh teased. My heart raced as I stood up, realising I was now about to get naked in front of my housemate. While he too was naked, no less. How had this happened? As Josh had done, I whipped my boxer briefs down my leg as quickly as I could, and stood naked in front of him.

‘Yeah just as I thought, you could definitely use some help in the length department’, he laughed. He was joking, of course. ‘You call that trimming though?! I can barely see your balls mate!’. He was right, to be fair. During lockdown, with no chance of getting any action, I had let my pubic hair grow a bit wild.

‘Buddy, don’t go there on size. I’ve got you beat hands down!’

‘Maybe that’s a contest for later’, Josh said with a grin. Was he serious? Before I could think any more on that, he said ‘right, next goal wins it? Loser does the forfeit. Ready?’

‘Ready’, I confirmed.

To be continued…

 

[Lukeyjukey]

Am so invested in this, come on josh!

 

[Hungstraight]

We didn’t speak as we played, sat completely naked on the sofa, both leaning forward towards the screen, both concentrating, both knowing that messing up would mean doing a forfeit chosen by the winner. Possession passed from team team, the ball went one way up the pitch, then down the other. Josh got the first chance but missed the goal by some margin. I got the next but Josh saved it easily.

The clock ticked down, ‘what if we end in a draw?’, Josh asked.

‘Golden goal’ I said back, without looking up.

We played on, until a minute later Josh was awarded a penalty for an unfair challenge in my box. My heart sank. He had the record of never having missed a penalty playing against anyone in the house. He grinned as he set up.

‘Im going down the middle’, he taunted, echoing exactly how I had tried to mess with his head earlier.

I tried to mess with him in return ‘I know you are’, I said.

My heart was racing as he lined up, knowing that I was a sitting duck, waiting to be picked off.

He didn’t go middle. He went left. I stayed middle. The ball soared into the back of the net. Josh jumped to his feet, triumphant. ‘Yessss!!’, he shouted. He did a naked victory lap around the room, while I sat, dejected in defeat. 5-4. Why had I suggested this game?

‘Well played mate, honestly. I didn’t think you’d get me naked. I was worried there for a minute, I admit’.

‘I can’t believe it, how did I blow it?’ I said.

‘Mate, you almost had me’, he said.

‘Come on then’, I said, standing up, ‘what’s my forfeit?’.

Josh mocked thinking, with his thumb and forefinger on his chin in a V. A few thoughts went through my mind - doing the dishes for a week? Doing his laundry? Or something more humiliating or embarrassing - streaking in the park or posting a naked picture of my loss on social media.

‘Well Sam, since you took the piss out of me for shaving my pubes…’

My heart sank. No way.

‘Your forfeit is to shave all your hair below your neck’, he smirked.

‘No way!’ I said.

‘A bet is a bet’, Josh winked.

‘Fine whatever’ I said. ‘But not my leg hair. Look I don’t have much anyway’ I brushed my hands against my legs to show how little leg hair I had.

‘Ok fine, but the rest has to go. Pubes, abs, arse, armpits’.

‘Armpits?!’ I protested.

‘Yep!’

‘Do you even shave your armpits?’

‘Yep’ he said, lifting his arms. Sure enough, now I looked, Josh had no hair at all below the neck, except the small amount he had on his calves and and shins.

‘I’m going to look like a girl’ I said.

‘Nope, you’re going to look like me. You’ll actually thank me! Trust me, girls love a muscle lad with no body hair’

‘Girls love me the way I am mate, I was getting so much pussy before this fucking lockdown’, I said.

‘Right stop putting it off Sam, off to the shower now!’, Josh directed.

We walked up the stairs to the shower, and I wondered how I had managed to lose my pubes in a game of fifa. Of course Josh was going to win! Why had I made such a fuss of his pubic hair? If I hadn’t, he’d have given me a simple forfeit, but now…

‘Here, use my razor’ he said, handing me a standard safety razor.

‘Mate I’m not using the razor that’s been all over your junk’

‘It looks like you haven’t got a choice’, Josh said with a smile as he confirmed he didn’t have a spare one,

I took the razor and turned on the shower. The humiliation of having to shave my body hair off in front of him was simultaneously embarrassing and somehow exhilarating.

Josh leaned against the wall of the bathroom with his arms crossed, watching. I pulled the shower curtain halfway and stepped under the warm water. I had only ever trimmed my pubes, never taken a razor to them, and the thought of having a sharp blade next to my package made me nervous. I started with my armpits, one by one, taking the hair off in bits, then rinsing the blade. Josh sniggered as he watched.

‘You know I’m going to get you back for this buddy!’ I laughed.

Once my armpits were hairless I moved onto my abs. I only had a very thin line of hair leading from my navel down to my pubes, and it came off easily.

‘Now your arse, this might be the tricky bit’, Josh said.

‘I actually don’t have any hair on my bum Josh’ I said.

Josh laughed, ‘nice, I’m naturally hairless down there too. It saves so much hassle. Ok time for your pubes man!’, he laughed.

I looked down at my pubic hair. It’s not like I was going to miss it myself. But what if someone else saw? Admittedly that was unlikely with the lockdowns going on, but still, it wasn’t inconceivable that I could meet a girl and bring her home, and what would she think? I wasn’t at all convinced by what Josh said about girls liking smooth hairless guys. What if I got laughed at? What the hell, you only live once, I thought, and lifted my dick up and started shaving my balls.

‘Hooray, go you Sam!’, Josh cheered. It took me a few minutes to shave my balls completely. I then moved onto the hair to the sides of my penis, and then made a start on the triangle of hair above it. The whole process took me about 10 minutes, all the while Josh was laughing and encouraging, giving tips.

After I was done, I took the shower head and directed the water over everywhere I had shaved to get the remaining cut hair off me. Josh passed me my towel and I dried off.

‘You’ve done a pretty good job there mate’, Josh congratulated me, inspecting my work. I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself up and down. Except for the very fine hair on my arms and the small amount of hair I had on my lower legs, I was now completely hairless from the neck down. No hair interrupted the flow of my smooth pale skin. In a strange kind of way, I liked it. It showed my muscles much better and Josh was right - my dick did look bigger now.

‘Ok are we going to get another beer now or what?’ Josh asked.

‘Sure’ I said, ‘but we’re not done with our contest yet mate. I’m gonna get you back for this’.

To be continued…

 

[duckitplz1]

We didn’t speak as we played, sat completely naked on the sofa, both leaning forward towards the screen, both concentrating, both knowing that messing up would mean doing a forfeit chosen by the winner. Possession passed from team team, the ball went one way up the pitch, then down the other. Josh got the first chance but missed the goal by some margin. I got the next but Josh saved it easily.

The clock ticked down, ‘what if we end in a draw?’, Josh asked.

‘Golden goal’ I said back, without looking up.

We played on, until a minute later Josh was awarded a penalty for an unfair challenge in my box. My heart sank. He had the record of never having missed a penalty playing against anyone in the house. He grinned as he set up.

‘Im going down the middle’, he taunted, echoing exactly how I had tried to mess with his head earlier.

I tried to mess with him in return ‘I know you are’, I said.

My heart was racing as he lined up, knowing that I was a sitting duck, waiting to be picked off.

He didn’t go middle. He went left. I stayed middle. The ball soared into the back of the net. Josh jumped to his feet, triumphant. ‘Yessss!!’, he shouted. He did a naked victory lap around the room, while I sat, dejected in defeat. 5-4. Why had I suggested this game?

‘Well played mate, honestly. I didn’t think you’d get me naked. I was worried there for a minute, I admit’.

‘I can’t believe it, how did I blow it?’ I said.

‘Mate, you almost had me’, he said.

‘Come on then’, I said, standing up, ‘what’s my forfeit?’.

Josh mocked thinking, with his thumb and forefinger on his chin in a V. A few thoughts went through my mind - doing the dishes for a week? Doing his laundry? Or something more humiliating or embarrassing - streaking in the park or posting a naked picture of my loss on social media.

‘Well Sam, since you took the piss out of me for shaving my pubes…’

My heart sank. No way.

‘Your forfeit is to shave all your hair below your neck’, he smirked.

‘No way!’ I said.

‘A bet is a bet’, Josh winked.

‘Fine whatever’ I said. ‘But not my leg hair. Look I don’t have much anyway’ I brushed my hands against my legs to show how little leg hair I had.

‘Ok fine, but the rest has to go. Pubes, abs, arse, armpits’.

‘Armpits?!’ I protested.

‘Yep!’

‘Do you even shave your armpits?’

‘Yep’ he said, lifting his arms. Sure enough, now I looked, Josh had no hair at all below the neck, except the small amount he had on his calves and and shins.

‘I’m going to look like a girl’ I said.

‘Nope, you’re going to look like me. You’ll actually thank me! Trust me, girls love a muscle lad with no body hair’

‘Girls love me the way I am mate, I was getting so much pussy before this fucking lockdown’, I said.

‘Right stop putting it off Sam, off to the shower now!’, Josh directed.

We walked up the stairs to the shower, and I wondered how I had managed to lose my pubes in a game of fifa. Of course Josh was going to win! Why had I made such a fuss of his pubic hair? If I hadn’t, he’d have given me a simple forfeit, but now…

‘Here, use my razor’ he said, handing me a standard safety razor.

‘Mate I’m not using the razor that’s been all over your junk’

‘It looks like you haven’t got a choice’, Josh said with a smile as he confirmed he didn’t have a spare one,

I took the razor and turned on the shower. The humiliation of having to shave my body hair off in front of him was simultaneously embarrassing and somehow exhilarating.

Josh leaned against the wall of the bathroom with his arms crossed, watching. I pulled the shower curtain halfway and stepped under the warm water. I had only ever trimmed my pubes, never taken a razor to them, and the thought of having a sharp blade next to my package made me nervous. I started with my armpits, one by one, taking the hair off in bits, then rinsing the blade. Josh sniggered as he watched.

‘You know I’m going to get you back for this buddy!’ I laughed.

Once my armpits were hairless I moved onto my abs. I only had a very thin line of hair leading from my navel down to my pubes, and it came off easily.

‘Now your arse, this might be the tricky bit’, Josh said.

‘I actually don’t have any hair on my bum Josh’ I said.

Josh laughed, ‘nice, I’m naturally hairless down there too. It saves so much hassle. Ok time for your pubes man!’, he laughed.

I looked down at my pubic hair. It’s not like I was going to miss it myself. But what if someone else saw? Admittedly that was unlikely with the lockdowns going on, but still, it wasn’t inconceivable that I could meet a girl and bring her home, and what would she think? I wasn’t at all convinced by what Josh said about girls liking smooth hairless guys. What if I got laughed at? What the hell, you only live once, I thought, and lifted my dick up and started shaving my balls.

‘Hooray, go you Sam!’, Josh cheered. It took me a few minutes to shave my balls completely. I then moved onto the hair to the sides of my penis, and then made a start on the triangle of hair above it. The whole process took me about 10 minutes, all the while Josh was laughing and encouraging, giving tips.

After I was done, I took the shower head and directed the water over everywhere I had shaved to get the remaining cut hair off me. Josh passed me my towel and I dried off.

‘You’ve done a pretty good job there mate’, Josh congratulated me, inspecting my work. I stood in front of the mirror and looked myself up and down. Except for the very fine hair on my arms and the small amount of hair I had on my lower legs, I was now completely hairless from the neck down. No hair interrupted the flow of my smooth pale skin. In a strange kind of way, I liked it. It showed my muscles much better and Josh was right - my dick did look bigger now.

‘Ok are we going to get another beer now or what?’ Josh asked.

‘Sure’ I said, ‘but we’re not done with our contest yet mate. I’m gonna get you back for this’.

To be continued…

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