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Morning Jog
🕑 Added 2024-01-07 21:57:38 +0000 UTCThis story was inspired from a photo on tumblr of a man taking a selfie in his bathroom mirror- that was literally it. Instead of linking that here, I decided it's been too long since I've had to expose myself, so VIP members will get that instead on the server. For everyone else, enjoy this story...
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Okay, are you in position?
All I texted back was an angry face in return, but that was apparently all that was needed. Trent sent back a thumbs up, and before I could put my phone down, he sent a camera emoji next. That was unfortunately all I needed as well.
“I’m really doing this.”
I surprised myself by saying this out loud as I looked at myself in the mirror, and I just shook my head. Here I was, standing in the bathroom of one of the buildings on campus, taking off my shirt to send a photo to my buddy. I instinctively smiled at first but then quickly corrected myself.
I decided to think optimistically and wait for the go sign, but of course, that wasn’t going to be an option.
Now for the final photo.
I should have told him to fuck off right there, but he wasn’t the one who’d lost the bet. It had been clear from the beginning, but drunkenly, I had decided that I was an ace even though I knew that I was an awful poker player. That just got worse when I lost the ability to hide my emotions last weekend from the copious amount of shots I threw down. So, that led me here, as I now stood in the bathroom in nothing but the skimpy pair of red undies that I’d been given that probably barely counted as an article of clothing. I was about as good as naked, but there was nothing that I could do about that now.
The only response I received was a clock, and I knew what that meant as well. I had to run around campus for 5 minutes, any route that I wanted. To prove what I was doing, I had to record a video on my phone, but I’m sure that it would just consist of a blurry landscape as I ran, pumping my fists as hard as I could to make sure that no one got a good enough look at me to reveal my identity.
Placing my clothes on top of the paper towel dispenser, I pushed the door open just a crack and crept into the hallway. I was a grad student here which meant that I had an ID card that let me into every building. I obviously chose one on the other side of the campus from my office, one that was really just classrooms with minimal offices. It was 10 am on a Saturday morning, so I knew this building would be deserted. I just hoped that campus would be just as empty.
Standing at the doors, I took one last deep breath, held my car keys securely in my left hand, and then I started the video as soon as I opened the door.
The morning was crisp as I ran, and it was hard to get air into my lungs as I started running across the empty lawn outside. I knew that I couldn’t stop for anything so I just switched to breathing through my nose which helped. My running shoes slid around a bit on the grass, and I found better footing once I reached the sidewalk and turned right without a thought.
There were students in the distance, but none of them seemed fazed by the sound of someone running in the morning. I’m just glad that they didn’t turn around to see that this wasn’t a normal jog. I was wearing nothing but a beanie pulled low over my forehead, my running shoes, and a pair of red undies that consisted of nothing but a tiny basket up front and a few strips of fabric that zig-zagged across my ass.
Looking down at my phone, I saw that over two minutes had passed, and I started feeling good. I’d made it to the grove of trees on North Campus that had sidewalks crossing through them, and you were supposed to read the signs that talked about the local trees that were planted here. I sped right past those signs and enjoyed the extra thirty seconds of solitude. Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t the only one looking forward to some peace and quiet.
Another jogger was coming towards me from an adjacent path, and I just pulled my hat down further as I heard his hysterical laughter follow me like the doppler effect. Breaking out of the woods, I realized that I’d made a mistake. I’d tried to pick the empty parts of campus to avoid people, but I’d done the opposite. There were more joggers around me now, and there were some drunk underclassmen returning to their dorms on their morning walks of shame. I could have weaved around the academic buildings for five minutes with no observers, but I’d chosen this path. I’d have to pass more of them to get to my car so I decided to change course and head back to my clothes instead.
I tried to quickly loop around the grass, but I slipped and fell, feeling my ass jiggle above me as I finally stopped for the first time.
“Is that guy naked?!”
“Wait, is he wearing his girlfriend’s panties?”
Oh no, I was too close to people now. They were feet away, and I luckily didn’t recognize their faces, but that didn’t stop them from pulling out their phones anyway. Getting back to my feet, I tried to run, but I slipped one more time giving one girl nearby the opportunity to slap my ass so hard that it reddened to match my underwear. It did spur me into motion though as if I was a prized horse, and I ran back down the sidewalk I’d just come down. My phone was showing four minutes now which meant that I’d been outside longer than intended. More and more people were seeing me now, and to my horror, I even looked up to see someone in an office window looking down at me. I figured no professors would be in their offices the first weekend of a new semester, but I was apparently wrong.
Finally, I got back to the building, and my card luckily scanned through on the first try. Creeping into the bathroom, I locked the door, sinking to the floor as I caught my breath. I’d been almost naked on campus for 7 and half minutes, and I’d seen and been seen by dozens of people. I finally got to my legs to get dressed, and I just hoped that whenever those photos started appearing online, that my beanie would do a good job of hiding my identity. Dumping it into the trash can on my way out the door, I finally answered Trent’s call to let him know that the dare was done.
Comments
Joseph
Terrifyingly hot
