Late November (weekend after 'New Job')

Original story by 'SpiralFelix'

Max groggily opened his eyes and rolled over in bed, checking his phone; 9:27 AM. He hadn't slept well last night as the disaster that unfolded yesterday played over and over again in his mind.

Yesterday had been yet another humiliating disaster for the unlucky young man. But this time, he managed to hit a new low, one he wasn't sure he'd be able to recover from. It had been a Friday, so he began the day in a good enough mood with the weekend to look forward to. But after several improbably unlucky accidents during his school day, he once again found himself naked in public and sprinting back to his dorm room for privacy.

Max had gotten dressed in his few remaining clothes and made his way to his new job at the campus cafe for his third day of work, which he got in the first place to try and make some money to replenish his wardrobe, but for the second time that day and the third time in a row at work, Max somehow found himself stripped of all his clothes while just trying to do his job. To make matters worse, his new boss, a goth girl named Rachel, had fired him after dropping him off at his dorm room (which, ironically, had nothing to do with him literally serving customers with his dick and ass cheeks out). So, after turning in his bright green visor and damaged apron, Max had to quickly sprint through the lobby of his dorm and up the stairs to his room completely naked.

All of this would have been relatively ok for Max, if it hadn't been the fact that the clothes he lost during that shift has been the very last ones he owned. His last shirt, his last pair of jeans, his last pair of boxer briefs, even his last pair of socks, all were gone, all claimed by his supernaturally bad streak of luck. The only thing he had left in the world was a single bath towel that he was currently using as a makeshift blanket so that he at least wouldn't be laying there with his dick out. Thank God his roommate, Will, was gay, since a straight guy probably wouldn't put up with a roommate that came home naked all of the time. He realized though that a mysterious breeze was tickling his waist. He looked down and realized his towel was missing! He started panicking and jumped out of bed, only to realize that it fell to the floor in his sleep. He quickly wrapped it around himself again. It wasn't a large towel, more like the one you might wear in a sauna. It didn't count as clothing, hell, it barely counted as coverage, but at least his dick was covered, which was unfortunately the best he could hope for.

Another memory from the night before was triggered by the act of wrapping the towel around himself; after Max made it home last night, his roommate Will started grilling him about the belt missing from his closet as Max was wrapping this same towel around his waist. Max had stolen it, as the jeans he was wearing wouldn't stay up without it. Will had been letting Max borrow his clothes all semester, but after losing so much of his own wardrobe to Max's bad luck, he started being more and more stingy until two days ago he finally told Max he couldn't borrow his clothes anymore. Max, frustrated, and down to less than two whole outfits left by then, decided that not being naked was more important than Will's friendship. In hindsight, it was now obvious that that was a poor choice on his part. As they were arguing, Kris, their RA, interrupted them with a knock on the door. Waiting not even a second for them to answer, the jingle of her keys leaving her pocket and the noises of her unlocking the door paralyzed Max with fear as once again, Kris barged into his dorm room only to be greeted by Max's naked body. Max's towel, with impeccable comedic timing, decided right then and there it was time to come undone and fall to the ground. As reached his hands down to cover his exposed dick, she grabbed his left hand at the same time and started dragging him to the mandatory RA hall meeting scheduled for that night that she hadn't warned them about. Out of the four meetings they had had this semester, this was the third time Kris had dragged a naked Max to the meeting. Max was forced to stand there, with only his hands to cover his exposed dick, for ten whole minutes.

Eventually though, the meeting that seemed to go on forever did finally come to an end, and it was Max and Will alone again in their dorm room, and their fight resumed. Will finally told Max that he filed a complaint with Kris and that if he stole anything else, he would go to campus police next. They both sat in silence on their beds, backs turned to each other, for the rest of the night. Only after the fight and after anxiously texting all of his friends begging for clothes did he realize that Marianne, who had been borrowing clothes from her brother for Max, had gone home for the weekend. Alex, Will's boyfriend, didn't even answer any of his texts. Asking for charity from any of the other guys on his floor seemed like a lost cause; most thought he was some kind of freak and didn't believe or even care if his streaking incidents were accidental or not.

And that's how Max woke up Saturday morning with literally nothing to wear except a tiny towel and no idea what to do about it. So he just stayed bare ass in his bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. Of course, Instagram decided that now, while he was seriously contemplating the possibility of being forced into a nudist lifestyle for at least the rest of this semester, was the best time to flood his feed with OnlyFans models dancing and not-so subtly flashing their private parts to advertise their pages. His nipples started pebbling from the arousal and he had an uncomfortable erection that caused his towel to come undone again. Out of sheer sexual frustration, he decided to just take a hot shower and "take care of it", being extra careful to make sure to wash the evidence down the drain. Will was mad enough about all of the stolen clothes, Max figured he probably also didn't want to step in his nudist roommate's hot cum whenever he decided to take his shower this morning.

As Max stepped out of the bathroom, hot steam following him, Will finally spoke his first words to Max since he threatened to call campus police on him last night;

"Gross. You're not subtle, you know. Please tell me you at least cleaned up after yourself."

Max discovered a level of embarrassment he didn't think was even possible as he sheepishly sat back down on his bed. "Jesus christ, is there privacy anywhere on this goddamn campus!?"

Will changed the topic. "I'm sorry. That came out weird. Let's talk about something else."

There was a small moment of silence between them.

Will broke the silence first. "I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have gotten so mad at you."

Max sheepishly apologized back as he sat back down on his bed. "No, you were right. I'm sorry about stealing your belt and your other clothes. I was only thinking about myself."

"I'm gonna pull my complaint later today. I'm not gonna call the cops on you. Just don't steal my stuff anymore, ok?"

"Does that mean I can borrow your clothes again?" Max sat up a bit, barely containing his excitement.

"... I need to think about that."

"Oh". Max slouched back down again and sat there silently.

"... Do you want to get breakfast?" Will broke the silence again.

"... I don't think I can go the way I'm dressed right now".

"You can't borrow clothes from Marianne?"

"She's... Out of town. No one else will answer my texts." The two young men sat there silently.

"I'll... Bring you... Back something?"

"I would really appreciate that, Will".

Will got up and left. Max flopped back down in his bed, his towel coming undone from the force. He didn't bother to fix it now that Will wasn't there as it seemed pointless to do so. It would almost certainly come undone again anyway. Things were looking up again though! He seemingly patched things up with Will, and he was about to have food in his belly finally. He might even be able to get dressed today if he played his cards right! He started doing push ups in his bed when he heard a knock at his door. He was startled, but he quickly recovered, wrapping his towel around his waist again as he got up to peek through the peephole of his door.