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Apartment Staircase- Part 2/2
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I heard the lock click behind me, but for some reason, I didn’t immediately turn around to unlock it and head back inside to safety. No, I pushed all logic aside and headed towards the back staircase, the one that didn’t face the parking lot. It faced a wall of trees that couldn’t humiliate me, but who knew what was waiting for me one floor above.
Creeping up them one at a time as if I expected a giant group of people waiting to embarrass me, I tried to go through my game plan. There would be four apartments up here, and I wasn’t fully sure which one was his. He wasn’t directly above me- my neighbors up there had a cute kid with piano lessons once a week, so that was one down. I knew that Tim lived upstairs, but I wasn’t sure in which unit. I think I could eliminate 3305 since Brett had used the front staircase, so that left 3307 and 3308. A fifty-fifty chance of opening the door naked for a stranger.
As I took my last few steps, I pulled my shirt down over my still hard dick as I tried to catch my breath. Each apartment had a generic welcome mat, and there were no other identifying markers on any door. I was hoping for a bike or maybe a giant sign that said Brett Lives Here!, but there was nothing.
Would he eventually pop his head out of his door to see if I’d decided to come, or would he wait it out?
I didn’t have enough time to wait here half-naked all afternoon, so I had to bite the bullet. Hoping for the best, I decided to knock on 3307, quietly though, as if I was hoping that no one but Brett could hear me. There was movement inside the apartment, and my heart began to race as the sound of footsteps got closer and closer. They stopped at the door, and whoever was inside, whether that was Brett or another one of my neighbors, took their time looking at me through the peephole. Finally, the door opened to reveal the college guy that lived here with the biggest grin on his face.
“Well, I knew that making the Dean’s List was a big deal, but I didn’t know they sent rewards like this.”
My mouth was opening and closing, but no words were coming out. He was dressed so casually in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, but he had the leg up on me and my current outfit.
“Cat got your tongue?” His eyes were making their way down my half-naked body. “Or does he have another one of your body parts?”
Gulping loud enough to sound like a cartoon sound effect, I finally was able to make my brain and mouth connect again.
“I lost a bet.”
“Oh really?” He was peering out of his apartment now, trying to see whatever man had put me up to this dare. “How are they going to know that you completed your dare?”
“I, uh-”
“Let me help you get some proof then for him.”
“Wait no!”
Grabbing his phone from the console table behind him, I found my humiliation being photographed, and I tried to shift out of the way, but there was nowhere to go. I was either facing him and hoping that my hands could cover my dick enough, or I would be turning around to hide my face but show my ass.
“Wait, you don’t have your phone with you though for me to send it to, so that photo won’t do you any good. I’ve got it- let me take your shirt.”
“What? There’s no way that I am going to give you my shirt- I’d be completely naked then!”
“It will be proof that you were seen by someone else. If you go back down without a shirt, and it’s nowhere to be found up here on our landing, then he’ll know that you delivered.”
The logic made a tiny amount of sense, but we both knew that it didn’t have to make any. He just wanted to force me to get naked, and he was going to get his way because I didn’t have any bargaining chips. Trying to wiggle out of my shirt with one hand, I realized that no amount of contortionism was going to make me successful. He was about to see something new, and in the end, it didn’t even matter- I wouldn’t be leaving his welcome mat without him getting every wish.
Letting go of my dick, I used both hands to pull my shirt over my head, and as I threw it to him, I narrowly missed his phone still in his hands. He was recording now. Recording every inch of skin, and I just stood there without a way to stop him. Maybe if I did try to intervene, those private videos might turn into public ones, so I was at an impasse.
He luckily wasn’t evil though, and he put down his phone after making me do one more quick 360-degree turn. I could have been forced to do anything for him, and I’m not sure how far I would have gone before running.
“You really made my day with this one- I was just about to take a nap, so you caught me at the perfect time. Make sure that you swing by my place another time, dressed or not.”
He closed the door on me, and I imagined him taking his phone with him as he went to his bed, and I just hoped he would honor his promise not to share those. I’d asked him right before the door closed shut, and there was a surprised look on his face as if he’d never considered sharing them- hopefully I hadn’t inspired that it would be an option.
Turning around, Brett decided to open his door at that very moment, and based on the smirk on his face and the phone in his hand, I knew that he had been looking through his own peephole the entire time. He was still fully dressed, but his left hand was now undoing the fly of his jeans.
“Let’s go make another movie, but it will be starring both of us.”
Comments
Ian Tyler
Duly noted on both points- I'll make sure to post more of my ceggplant 😉
Joseph
Wouldnt hurt to see more of your c🍆 I’d love to read some situations where men come in front of an audience on accident
