It started out as a practical joke, at the expense of my next door neighbor, Matt. He's adorable, but a bit of a wet blanket (at times). He's relatively young, he's handsome, fit, successful and very sweet; he seems to have everything a woman would want in a husband (not that I'm even thinking about that possibility at this point in my career). But, god forbid that I might want to turn up my stereo or have a few friends over for a get-together. He will always come downstairs to complain and ask me to keep the noise level down. Granted, he's very nice about it; but it still irritates me. Sometimes I just want to let my hair down, turn up the radio; but I can't because he's there.
When my friend, Julie, told me that she was planning a bachelorette party for her sister, I wanted to get involved. I've planned bachelorette parties before and I always welcome an excuse to do something really wild and risque. But when my friend told me that her sister just needed a place to hold the party, I had to explain that, as much as I'd love to hold the party at my place, I couldn't because of a particular neighbor.
I told her about Matt and Julie laughed and told me I should invite him over. "If you invited him to your parties," she told me "perhaps he wouldn't complain about them." But this is a woman only event," I remarked, "wouldn't that defeat the purpose? Besides he'll feel out of place." She smirked and told me not to be so innocent. "Women invite men to bachelorette parties to keep them entertained," said Julie. "If this guy's as cute as you say he is, then why don't you ask him to help us make this a bachelorette party to remember." I knew she was referring to the strippers I'd hire to spice up the parties I'd planned. But I hard a hard time imagining Matt stripping in front of me and my friends. "And the studs you ordered always had a pesky habit of leaving their speedos on," added Julie. "If you could get a guy to strip naked for us, you will have outdone yourself; and that will be a party to remember."
The conversation gave me some food for thought; but I didn't even begin to hatch my plan until a few weeks later. I'd committed myself to holding the party at my place and I'd already planned everything but for the stripper, which would just cap things off nicely. There were only a few more days left until the party and I hadn't mentioned anything to Matt. I didn't know how to go about it. How was I going to ask him to strip for a group of fifteen or so women he'd never met before? I'd thought of taking him out and getting him drunk before asking him. But then it occurred to me that it would work best if I said nothing. I knew he'd come downstairs to complain once things got started; and then I could invite him inside. Once inside, I'm sure the fifteen of us could persuade him to put on a strip show for us.
The day before, I spoke to Julie. I lied and told her that Matt knew about the party and would do his best to be of assistance. Julie was ecstatic. "Is he going to show us everything?" she exclaimed? "He told me he'd be nervous about it," I answered, "but that he'd try." I urged her not to tell anyone else he was my neighbor; and, as far as they were concerned, he was a professional pretending to be my neighbor. I was a litle concerned about our ability to persuade him to strip naked, and I didn't want to make this the most disappointing bachelorette party ever, so I told Julie that Matt would be able to overcome his nervousness only if we were aggressive with him. "You mean like pulling his clothes off for him?" she said with a smile. I smiled back. "Yes, I suppose that would make it easier for him." Julie laughed. "Whatever works best," she said. "I'll tell the others he's a hands-on stripper. And if he's as attractive as you claim, I'm sure we won't be able to keep our hands off him." I responded by telling her that since he was shy we would have to take the initiative. She pondered all of this and told me she preferred a more active approach to sitting back and watching. "And I get first dibs on his shorts," she remarked. "Or is it first come first serve," she added with another laugh. I couldn't believe I was doing this; I'd gone too far. If I told Matt and he declined, Julie would regard me as a liar; and he'd almost certainly decline. So that's why I just decided to leave things alone. I simply made sure that he'd be home that evening and left it at that.
Before I knew it, the evening we'd been looking forwrad to was upon us. And the guests began to arrive. Julie had obviously prepped everyone because they would repeatedly ask me about my shy neighbor, and they'd do it with a wink. "So shy he can't take his own clothes off?" scoffed one of the guests. Fortunately, most of them were in favor of taking an active part in the stripping, and someone even told me it would be more fun to help him off with his clothes. When Julie arrived she told the others that the first one to pull off his underwear would get to keep them. Everyone seemed to love the idea; but I don't remember telling Julie anything like that. Already, things were getting out of hand.
So we played some party games, had our bride-to-be open presents and just talked about the men in our lives. We'd all been drinking and the others were demanding the stripper. One of them remarked that she "couldn't wait to get her hands on the meat." The others laughed at this. They were chanting and stomping their feet, and getting so agitated at this point I knew they'd tear his clothes off the minute Matt walked in the door. They were ready to tear of any man's clothes should he have been careless enough to make an appearance.
I was nervous about whether or not this was going to work; but I couldn't call a strip service now. Besides, the women were so keen on stripping the guy naked, a regular male stripper just wouldn't do. I turned the music up, a little surprised that Matt hadn't come down already. The others were dancing, and still telling me to get that hunk of man over here.
And then it happened. The doorbell went. Everyone got quiet and all I heard was the music blasting on the radio. The others were whispering to themsleves, giggling and trying to position themselves; and they'd pretty much formed a circle around my living room. "Let's brnig him in," remarked one of the bachelorettes.
I ran to the door and unlocked it. Matt was standing outside, and he looked adorable. On the one hand,I wanted to warn him away but then again I wanted to to get his pants off. I 'd only seen glimpses of his body until then, usually after he came back from the gym; but I wanted to see th whole package. I heard giggling behind me; Matt looked in but I held the door only slightly open so he couldn't see much. "Sorry about the noise," I explained good-naturedly. "We were having little party." There were more giggles from behind me. Matt smiled at me and told me that was fine but wondered if I wouldn't mind turning it down a bit. I saw that he was about to leave so I had to think fast.
"Would you like to come in for a few moments; get a bite to eat; have a drink." Matt hesitated and my heart sank. I was so frightened he might decline my offer. "Get him inside," whispered my friend. I pushed her away.
I saw he needed some gentle persuasion so i told him that I'd really like to give him something for being such a pest with the noise. I told him I felt bad and that I wanted to make amends. More giggles. Matt thought for a moment and then smiled. "Just for a few minutes; I need to get some things done." I held open the door and let him slip inside.
Matt was barely inside before my friend and another woman pushed the door shut and began to bolt it shut. Matt seemed surprised by all of the commotion. My friend and a few of the others casualy stood in front of the door as I led Matt towards the refreshments. Everyone was quiet, and I knew Matt was beginning to feel like the center of attention. It soon dawned upon him that there were no men at the party; and I could imagine how disconcerting it must have been for him to have eighteen or so women leering and grinnig at him. "It's a bachelorette party," I said "for my friend's sister." He nodded and he looked incredibly nervous. Several of the women were following us to the table and then one of the others spoke. "So you're the neighbor," she asked, almost conspiratorially. "He's really cute,' added another one. They continued to stare until my friend walked up to Matt and introduced herself.
She took the initiative by boldly asserting that they were a little starved for men. "How about showing us what's you've got," she remarked, giving him a friendly pat on the bottom. "You have a cute little rear-end, neighbor." She was incredibly drunk; but so were most of the others. Once my friend initiated contact, the others began to slowly converge upon us. Matt was beginning to look positively scared and I saw him inching his way toward the door. He got a couple of feet before it became impossible to reach the door without pushing the women aside. And I knew Matt was too much of a gentleman to do that. he just stood there tryng to figure out what to do; he looked back at me, pleading with me to do something, but I couldn't. The women were touching him all over and several of them were grabbing him by the ass.
My friend continued to take the initiative, and she surprised me and everyone by cupping her hand over his groin. "Why don't you show us what you've got bigboy." She began to fondle his chest.
"If you're too shy to strip for us, we can strip you ourselves." Matt looked terrified. My friend stepped back and turned to the others. "Who wants to strip this lovely hunk of a man," she yelled. Everyone cheered. Up unti this time, the women were just grabing him and feeling him, but now the signal had been given. "Well, what are you waiting for?" said my friend. She began to unbutton his shirt buttons. "Come one girls, help me out."
And then it happened; they were all over him. Mat almost fel backwarsd from the sudden surge forward as they all struggled to give my friend a hand. It was bedlam. They were screaming and laughing; and Matt was still too stunned to even resist. They turned the music up and a few of the women were attempting to bump and grind with him as they began to unbutton his short. Several others were o their knees, struggling with his belt and with the zipper on his jeans. They couldn't get his shirt of fast enough so my friend and a few of the others just pulled it down and ripped it. The shrt flew off and the women were slipping their hands under his undershrt and pulling it up revealing a rather well-chiseled chest and abdomen. We all fell in love with his body; it was beautiful.
I then watched as they pulled his belt from his pants and began to use it on eachother as a whip. One of them was struggling with the button on his pants, and I could tell she was losing patience; and that was when Matt began to struggle free. Matt stepped back but the women had a firm grasp of his pants and the button broke free; She, along with his pants, slid to the floor; and Matt fell back. They all fell on top of him. And he disappeared from my view. WIthin seconds, one of the bacheloretes was holding aloft a pair of men's briefs. There were cheers and catcalls. His clothes were beig passed around over head; and I then got another glimpse of him, struglig to stand up while the women fondled him. He still looked stunned. It all happened so fast.
"He's so beautiful," remarked someone. And then came the flash of a camera; of two cameras. They were taking pictures of him as he stod him, covering himself. "Oh, don't cover that," said someone. "That's the best part."
"Who wants her picture taken with the naked guy?" asked the bride-to-be. She was excited and taking plenty of pictures. A few of them were able to prevent him from covering himself so we could all take a good look at his packet. It was nice; and I couldn't take my eyes off it. And then they started posing next to him while the bride-to-be took photos. Some of them would take to grabbing his cock; and I watched as Matt's cock grew harder with each photo. He just stood there, in a daze. Probably just wondering if it was all really happening. I just felt so bad for him I couldn't even join in the merriment. For them it was all just good fun; but I'd tricked him. It was a practical joke gone awry; and I'd had so many misgivings about it. Matt looked at me and I just mouthed the words "I'm sorry."
The music was blasting and the women were grabbing him and dancing, trying to encourage him to dance sole whie his cock was still erect. A few of them held him from behind and atempted to lead him in an erotic, seductive dance. "Oh, you big hunk of a man," added my friend. "You can stop playing the shy one. It's time for a show." The women were moving him around so that his cock bounced up and down and swayed from side to side. They were mesmerized and watched everything his cock did. EVeryone started clapping their hands to the beat of the music as, one by one, they stood back to watch Matt. His cock was the most lively thing about him; but they wanted to see him dance naked, and they were trying their best to get him to move around.
I don't know what possessed him, but he soon began to move around to the music, all of his own accord. His cock was rock hard and I think he'd begun to enjoy the attention. Camera flashes were still going as the women would take turns dancing with him. When my friend danced with him, she slowly slipped to her knees and kissed hs cock. The women howled and screamed. But I felt a twinge of envy. I wanted to dance with him; but I felt undeserving of it. I wanted him to make love to me; and wen I saw him look at me, I just turned away. My friend noticed and insisted that i dance with Matt. Everyone applauded the suggestion, and son ,they were dragging me over to him. I touched his chest and I was captivated by him. I just stared at him and we danced. I surprised myself by grabbing hold of his cock whie we danced, our bodies pressed firmly together. He whispered to me: "It's alright."
We danced, and danced some more. I'd never danced with a naked guy before. Nor have I danced with a guy's cock in my hand. And it's all on film now. My friend later told me that it would be impossible to outdo myself on this one. I laughed and told her not if there were two guys. She has assured me that enough of her friends get married, that there should be another party in a matter of months.
The women loved Matt and he became so comfortable that he was even dancing by himself while we all gazed at him. And there was something so fascinating about watching a man's erect cock bouncing around. Since this time, he and I have been intimate. In our moments together, he's confessed to having a lot of fun that night; and that it was the most intense and erotic experience he's ever had. He actually thanked me for tricking him because if he'd known he would have run away. He's still a party pooper at times but it doesn't matter.