OMG TikTok two STRAIGHT jocks dared by girlfriends not get hard during nude striptease

Title: “OMG! Two Straight Jocks and a Spontaneous TikTok* Challenge!”

*SPOILER ALERT: This story contains explicit content and should only be read by those 18 and older.

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It was a typical Friday night at Sigma House, the most popular frat on campus. The brothers were preparing for their annual “Taste of Sigma” event, an exclusive party reserved for the top 100 freshman girls and the hottest seniors. This year, their resident TikTok queen, Jenna, had a devious idea to make the party unforgettable.

Jenna, with her boyfriend Chad, the star quarterback, and his best friend Brad, the campus heartthrob, huddled in a corner. “Boys, I have the most brilliant idea for tonight’s party,” Jenna said with a mischievous grin. “What if we challenge you two to a little… game?”

Chad and Brad exchanged skeptical glances. “What kind of game?” Brad asked, raising an eyebrow. Jenna leaned in close, her lips brushing their ears as she whispered the details.

The two straight jocks, caught off guard by Jenna’s brazen proposal, hesitantly agreed after some prodding from the eager girls. “But I’m telling you now,” Chad warned, “I’m not gay, and my dick only gets hard for girls!”

“That’s the challenge, baby,” Jenna purred, already imagining the fun she’d have at their expense. “Prove you can control yourself around a hot guy. Time to put those tight asses to the test!”

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The party kicked into high gear as the clock struck midnight. Jenna took the stage, her sick body clad in a barely-there crop top and booty shorts. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she announced, her voice dripping with seduction, “for tonight’s entertainment, I present to you ‘The Straight Jock Striptease Challenge’!”

Crowds formed as Jenna tilted her head towards Chad and Brad, who walked out with their buddies, arms interlocked. The crowd roared, chanting their names. The rules were simple: the three challengers had to perform an erotic yet non-sexual striptease on stage, without getting an erection during or after the performance. Failure meant retribution in the form of a mandatory partaking in a male-orgy hosted by the fraternity. It was a no-win situation for the two athletes, and they knew it.

Chad went first. With a deep breath, he stepped up to the mic, his green eyes dominating the stage. The blue sparks between him and the crowd were electric. As the music started, he began to slowly remove his jacket, glimpsing his muscular arms and edging towards his rippling abs. He turned around, giving everyone a teasing view of his perfect bubble butt as he continued stripping off each article of clothing without breaking the beat.

The crowd was under his spell,Universally foaming at the mouth, making crude comments. But Chad kept his cool, displaying no signs of arousal, despite the aching bulge forming in his underwear. He winked at Jenna, a devilish glint in his eyes as he tore through his boxers, Miguel anteptened as he paused, allowing the tension to build. “A scrumptious meal for the eye, no messing!”

The crowd erupted into applause and whistles as Chad strutted offstage, his dick hanging free, bare and un-erect. He had done it: proven he had the iron will to control his primal instincts. But Jenna’s eyes glanced over to his hero’s deftly. “My turn:” she smirked. “NOW LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!”

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Brad, walking onto the stage, took a few steps, deep breaths. The crowd was still energized, waiting for the next act. Brad began by removing his jacket, exposing his broad shoulders and arms. He moved to the beat, swaying his hips from side to side, teasing the audience.

As the song reached its crescendo, Brad whipped off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing his chiseled chest and defined abs. The crowd gasped, then began chanting his name. He playfully flexed his muscles, drawing out the excitement.

Brad spun around, showing off his tight ass as he hiked up his pants and slid them down, revealing his lacy thong that barely contained his package. He turned back around, his bulge now visibly more prominent, threatening to tear through the delicate fabric. The crowd was losing their minds, bellowing and stomping their feet.

With a final thrust of his hips, Brad slid off his thong, his massive cock springing free. The audience gulped as he spun around, his round, firm ass bouncing with each step. But just as he had finished, he noticed his dick was twitching,”-WILL THESE GIRLS MAKE AN EBB.-” He quickly covered his crotch with his hands, attempting to hide from the crowd that he was getting erect.

“Wow,” Jenna exclaimed, “looks like we found the problem!”

Brad blushed, looking at the ground in embarrassment. He sheepishly returned to Jenna, whispering into her ear. She nodded, damply, and whispered into Chad’s. His eyes widened in shock, before narrowing in determined concentration, as Brad rejoined him.

Together, they re-entered the stage and performed a synchronized dance for the rest of the night, sans clothing while maintaining composure. The crowd lost their shit as they danced in the buff. The party kept going until dawn.

The jocks may have been able to control their initial reactions, but Jenna’s devious plan had one unforeseen consequence: she had managed to turn the entire college community, both male and female, gay for the possess sanitized blessed, scrumptious owners of their raging AC. Everyone present that night was still reaping the benefits, of a newfound appreciation for the male form, and monogamy be damned. The rumors of their exploits still echoed through campus hearing these notoriously egocentric, cocky, straight jocks stunt that, dude who to be put in their place, is a story worth telling again and again.

The end.