"Oh no!" Emma yelled, as her bean bag sailed wide of the corn hole board. "Sorry, Jake, I'm terrible!"
"No problem- we can still come back. What's the score?"
Dylan was on Jake's end. "That's 11-0. Sorry man, you're done."
"Ok, well, we want a rematch!"
Just then Brian turned from the grill. It was a hot summer night and he was hosting a joint birthday party for himself and his younger sister Jen, who was living with him until she could find her own place. It was only 8pm, but the party was already a few hours in. His street, which was really more of an alley, was filled with friends, the grill, cornhole and washers. "Jake, 11-0 is a shutout," he said casually. "You and Emma owe us a naked lap."
"Wha?" Jake turned and looked nervous. He had no strong desire to run around naked and was not particularly attracted to Emma either.
"Naked lap! Naked lap!" Jen chanted. She had teamed with Dylan to defeat the other pair.
Discussion began about the terms- around the block? Which block? Brian's house was in the city. They didn't want to run into a cop on the back stretch. Before long, tangents sprouted and conversation shifted to other topics. The naked lap was forgotten for the moment.
However, two hours (and a few more beers) later, Jake was in the kitchen when Emma, Jen, and Brian's girlfriend Rachel came walking down the stairs. Emma was in a heavy robe, and didn't appear to be wearing anything else. "Ready for that naked lap Jake?" Jen teased.
"Oh no, you were serious?" he asked. Jen and Rachel just grinned and looked back at him, while others started chanting again.
"What's wrong Jake, is your belly a little yellow?" his close friend Alana teased as she poked him in the stomach.
Jake was never one to back away from a dare, and the amount of alcohol he'd had tonight made it that much easier to play along. "Fine, fine. Let's do it," he said, a bit reluctantly.
Jen, Emma, and Rachel led the way and Jake, Alana, Dylan, Brian, and everyone still at the party piled into the street. With his back to the crowd, Jake slipped off his flip-flops and pulled his t-shirt over his head. His broad shoulders and muscular back were not lost on the ladies in the crowd, nor were the nicely toned chest and firm, flat stomach that came into view as he turned around. At 28 he didn't have as much time to work out as he used to, but still had a hint of a six-pack and at 6'1", 185, was easily one of the better looking guys around.
"Everybody ready?" Jen said. "3! 2! 1!..." When Jake saw Emma start to loosen her robe, he unbuttoned and unzipped his cargo shorts, turned his back to the crowd once again, and, as Jen yelled, "Go!" pushed his shorts and boxers to the ground and took off running.
There were multiple "Woo!"s as he and Emma raced up the street, bare-ass naked. After they turned the first corner and were out of sight, they slowed down a bit and Jake took the opportunity to glance over at Emma. She was about 5'3" and had a little extra around the middle. Her smallish breasts jiggled in the street lights. He had to respect her willingness to do this, given that most other girls at the party were more attractive than she.
They soon made another right onto an alley that paralleled Brian's. While Jake was in good shape, Emma was laboring, so he asked if she wanted to take a break. Unlike Brian's street, this one was fairly shaded by trees, so they walked a bit and laughed about their current state. They both said hello to a middle-aged man who was walking his dog in the opposite direction and had stopped to stare. For her part, Emma was too nervous to look over at Jake. She was already feeling self-conscious and didn't need to be caught checking out his junk.
They walked in silence to the end of the alley, then started jogging again as they turned their third corner, only to run head on into a pair of cute, college-age girls. After getting over their initial shock, the girls' eyes widened as Jake and Emma quickly apologized and started jogging again. "You can bump into me anytime!" one yelled, as the runners reached the next corner.
Brian's house was right in the middle of a well-lit block, so they would be giving the spectators a full frontal for about 30 yards, plus however long it took to get their clothes back on. Everyone was eagerly waiting and as they turned the final corner; hoots and cheers filled the street. Running naked is not as graceful for humans as it is for some other animals and the spectacle of it all had the whole crowd roaring. As they watched the pair get closer though, everyone's eyes, male and female, were drawn to one particular feature: Jake's penis.
Standing in the cool night air, everyone had expected a bit of shrinkage, but the soft dick flopping wildly between Jake's toned thighs looked to be nearly seven inches long and thicker around than the top of a shot glass!
As the streakers reached the group, Emma bee-lined for Rachel, who was holding the robe ready for her to easily slip back into. Brian, who never really thought they would follow through on it, stepped into the street and put his hand up to high-five Jake, yelling, "Nice work! Awesome!" Dylan stood nearby and high-fived as well.
In his drunken condition and caught up in the excitement, Jake temporarily forgot, or at least ignored, his state of undress, laughing and high-fiving the crowd, and telling them about the two girls in the street. Emma had regained her composure after tying the robe shut and for the first time focused on the celebration in front of her. Jake was initially hidden behind another person, but once she eyed Jake's huge flaccid cock, framed by his hard body and swaying heavily with each high-five, she found she could not look away. Why hadn't she taken advantage of the privacy they had alone in that dark alley? And how had this information escaped them all these years? "Holy shit," she whispered, as she stood next to Rachel and Jen, who were also both staring intently. Jen simply arched an eyebrow and nodded.
