Drop The Towel Challenge Novels & Stories

I decided to just focus on my food and looked up and smiled as Phoebe set my coffee at my elbow. After breakfast, back at the training grounds, there are three logs spread in a triangle and they appear to be 8 inches wide and set about 6 feet apart. “This is a challenge of stamina. You will stand on these logs until the first of you falls off. The first to fall does 20 laps on the oval. The second to fall does 12 laps on the oval. The victor has bragging rights and a mere 4 laps on the oval,” Alpha Colin told us. As we climbed onto our logs, we started a friendly banter and it devolved into insults… Baylor: “I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a statement smarter than that.”

Leave my bag here and go and turn your back. " I will not follow what you say, you have to follow what I say. I am going back, your bag is near that rock, I will not look, don't worry." He said and left the soap near the bank. Then he removed his T-shirt and dropped it along with soap saying, " Sorry, but I don't have any towel for you, honey, but you can dry yourself with this. I wish I could dry you with a soft fluffy towel, Sorry, honey. "

“No point getting four different ones. We’re sticking together anyway, right?” “Yeah, makes sense,” Omar says, putting his wallet and car keys next to Diesel’s snapback. He pulls off his sweatshirt, and his dark skin looks almost golden under the amber lighting. “I gotta say, this place looks way better than I thought it would.” “Yeah. Definitely fancier than I expected,” I say. Cole yanks his shirt over his head, his thick muscles rippling. “So what are the actual rules here? For this challenge?” “Easy,” Diesel says, dropping his shorts and kicking them into the locker. He’s not wearing any underwear, and his cock swings free. “First guy to bail loses.”

I attempt to shove him off, but he easily slams my body against the wall again, harder this time, knocking the breath out of me. His harsh breath lands on my face, as he leans even closer. "You don't even have what it takes to challenge me..." I feel his hand move against my towel, grasping it firmly. "What are you.." Before I can let out the words, he yanks off my towel, tossing it to the floor. And then, I feel his finger wrap around ME! My body freezes instantly from shock and humiliation. "How are you going to impress Lana with this... Or does it get bigger when you're aroused, But still... It's not enough for you to even use on anyone!"

I saunter up to him and run my hand down his abs. “You know you love it and wouldn’t have things any other way.” I look down and see the towel is now tented. I drop my hand down to where the towel is tied at his waist. I let my hand undo the towel, watching it fall to the floor. I inch my hand down with the intention of running it across his tip.

I grabbed the towel I had used and threw it at him with all my might. "And don't come out like that again!" I shouted, still flustered. "Okay, aggressive," he opened his eyes, impressed, and went back into the bathroom to put on the other towel around his waist. "When you're done changing, go and burn that hand towel." I finished putting on my dress, and as I adjusted the top part of my chest, the small towel surprisingly fell into my hands. It took a few milliseconds to react and throw it back at him. "Are you sick?"

Ignoring my curiosity, I continued tracing my fingers down his well-toned body in a straight line toward the exposed navel just above the edge of the wet towel draped around his waist. The sight of his belly button made me crave the taste of it so bad that I couldn't resist. So, I slid down to sit on his knees, lowering my body and sticking out my tongue to gently moisten it. However, I paused midway when I sensed something hindered my movement—something hard, hot, and twitching. It kept poking my behind when I was straddling his hips, but now it was poking my neck. Glancing down, I noticed a thick white towel was restraining the poor buddy. I couldn't help but pity it, so I decided to give

“Oh no, you didn't!” “What are you going to do about—” I didn't even finish my sentence when he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me underwater. He made sure we remained at the shallow part, splashing each other with the icy water. “Alex, stop,” I giggled when he tried to grab me again, slipping away from him. “Last one on the shore loses,” I declared the challenge, turning around to run to the sandy shore. Alexander ran past me like a blur, throwing himself on the sand to mark his spot.

“I don’t know, Daddy. I think I’m starting to spoil you now.” “Really? Because I think it’s you that’s spoiled.” “Is that so? Are you willing to bet on that?” I challenged. “Let’s hear the terms,” he grinned as he threw a couple of grapes on my plate. “Whoever can go the longest without initiating any sort of affectionate physical contact is the winner. One week. No hugs, no kisses, no booty grabs/slaps, and definitely no sex. Teasing is permitted.” I saw Elijah’s resolve slightly falter but I knew Elijah was stubborn and wouldn't back down from a good challenge. “What does the winner get?”

The fluffy material was now soggy from the water that had splashed out of the tub. I dropped the towel to the floor, trying to sop up the rest of the water when Oliver released the stopper from the drain. He stood up, getting out of the tub and nudging the other towel into the water before walking over to grab us another towel.