Fletch vs. Marlin

“Can you hold this and just film for me?” Marlin asked as he handed the cute girl who had just gotten off the treadmill his phone. She was small in stature and was showing off a lot of her tawny skin in her workout shorts and sports bra.

“What am I filming?” she asked. Marlin gave her a small wink and simply replied.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

The girl stood perplexed with the camera on the phone recording for a few seconds till it slowly dawned on her what might be about to happen. “He wouldn’t be…” She said aloud as she looked at the door he had just exited through. It was the door to the men's locker room.

The gym wasn’t usually that crowded at this hour. And tonight on the weekend was no exception. But the few folks getting their workouts in cheered as the large black man ran out of the locker room totally naked. Marlin jogged lightly around all of the machines, to the delight of the gym goers (especially the one holding his phone), and the chagrin of the few staff members working the front desk. They didn’t get paid enough to deal with things as it was so they let the streaker be.

His large cock swung as he ran. His limp was more pronounced with his running and it only got worse the more he did so, but he didn’t mind. The small adrenaline rush was squashing out any pain he felt. It wasn’t nearly the rush he was hoping to feel, but it was something. Something he hoped he could build on if he advanced further in the competition.

He was soon back in the locker room and getting dressed. He then was back out in the main gym to small applause. He saw the girl who held his phone looking at him with great interest as he approached ot retrieve it.

“Sorry about that. Figured if I told you what I was about to do you might bail on me.” He said with a smile as he reached for his phone. She passed it back. “Anyways Thanks. If you ever need anything I’m your guy.”

“Actually as a matter of fact I do need something.” Tameka Hampton looked at him, “I need you to do for me what I just did for you.”

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Saturday mornings post parties on Frat Row were typically very quiet. Though there was always a healthy amount of activity going on. Some were girls doing the walk of shame from the night before. Some were brothers out picking up the trash the previous nights party had created. No matter who was out and stirring Frat Row was far from deserted.

Which was what Fletch had hoped for as she jumped out of Annie’s car and started sprinting. Her red ponytail trailed in the wind behind her as she did. The first few people she ran past simply looked at her in stunned silence, but as she went and more people noticed her shouts started to go up.

“We’ve got another streaker!” Some guy called out as he watched the naked redhead run past him. Fletch just smiled. She knew an audience was necessary, so she embraced the embarrassment she felt. Her tits bounced as she ran. She left her entire body exposed and didn’t attempt to cover anything. One it helped her move faster, and two she thought it was sure to get her more votes.

She quickly reached the end of Frat Row and turned around to run back to Annie’s awaiting getaway car. More people had congregated outside of the houses now to witness her nudity. Her cheeks flushed as she heard one girl mutter a little too loudly the phrase “Slut!” Fletch found that odd coming from a girl who was standing outside a Frat House in a clearly stolen T-Shirt with heels in her hand about to walk of shame it home.

The hoots and hollers could still be heard as she climbed back into Annie’s sedan and her roommate floored it down the street with Fletch still naked in the passenger seat.

“Girl your face is redder than your hair!” The girl driving teased, as Fletch was aware of just how embarrassed she was.

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Thats the top half of the bracket! Sorry for the delay in getting this last chapter out. Please be sure to vote in the comments of each chapter for who you would like to see move on!