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He did not even know many men and women there. He, like all the other people invited, had been given an invite that had a rather cute theme to it: “This is an Old Clothes Party, please wear your oldest (but clean) clothes for our fundraiser for the Women’s Shelter.” It did sound like fun, everyone arriving in their worst casual, instead of their best casual.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">The hosts, Jared and Troy, were known for unusual themes; they’d never have a party without coming up with a clever one, as well as some sort of unusual entertainment. At one summer pool party I attended there, the invite required each of us to bring a G-string or thong-type "swimsuit." Midway into the party, the host passed out finger paints and we all had to (got to!) do a full body painting on someone we were matched with as a result of a random drawing. The one who produced the most artistic creation won a prize.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Tonight started out rather commonly. The music was party-ish, the snack foods were as expected, the drinks were pleasantly on the strong side, and the raggedly dressed guests were milling around and engaging in the usual chitchat with new and old friends. Almost 90 minutes into the party, one of the hosts spoke up and thanked everyone for coming; there were about two dozen people there. Then he said, “As part of our fundraiser, we are going to do a special raffle. So if each of you would kindly write your name on one of these little papers, fold it up, and place it in the hat, we will get started.” What, no other explanation? I guess none was needed because no one asked any questions. Each just took a square of paper and did as asked, all happy to go along with their creative hosts.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Within a few minutes, the host had a guest reach into the hat, mix up the papers, and pull out a name. “Tony Goodman” was called out, and a young man, about 30, sporting a large tattoo on his upper left arm, shyly stepped forward. Tony was wearing old canvas tennis shoes with a worn hole in one at the side where his little toe was trying to escape and you could see his sock showing through. His cargo pants, secured by a fraying woven belt, had large paint stains everywhere. On top, he wore an old white tank top, covered up mostly by a blue checkered, short-sleeve shirt with a torn pocket and most buttons missing, which kept the shirt open in front.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">“Okay Tony, you are the winner. Congratulations!” Everyone applauded, without really understanding what he had won. “You are the one person here tonight who will not be donating anything toward the fundraiser.” Then, scanning the crowd of smiling faces, he added, “However, all of YOU folks will be donating the big bucks! And, of course, we accept IOU’s, so you can pay later,” Jared teased as he announced to his guests with a full belly laugh, and the guests joined in.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Anticipating the next step in their plan, Troy brought over a rather large wooden black chair, setting it on a low, 1-foot-high beige coffee table which was near one wall, creating a makeshift stage.” Smiling at Tony, Jared continued, “You just get to watch what the others are required to do, and we don’t want you to participate in any way because you are the winner. To ensure your non-participation, you’ll sit here in this chair; we’ll call it your throne.” Everyone laughed with a look of curiosity, wondering how this was all going to unfold, and feeling lucky for Tony, who was the only one who had no role or responsibility in any of this, getting to sit back and relax, and watch the rest of us, perhaps, make fools of ourselves.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">“And, to ensure you’re only watching and not involving yourself, we are going to lightly tie you up to the chair, just in fun, so you can concentrate on just observing all the others,” said Jared, as Troy held up a short, 2-foot-long piece of white cotton rope. Tony was feeling a little embarrassed, but it was just a little rope, so why not, he thought. Besides, he couldn’t say no in front of all these good-natured guests or to his kind hosts, whom he had just met. So, instead of just meekly saying “OK,” Tony went with the flow: “Have at it. It’s all for charity!” He spoke up most pleasantly about it, and then plopped himself into the “throne.”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Jared asked for Tony’s keys and wallet to keep them safe for him, and then Troy took the short rope and tied Tony’s wrists to the outside of the back rails of the chair. To Tony’s surprise, Troy then reached behind him and pulled out a very large coil of the same kind of rope, quickly tying each ankle to each front chair leg, and each of his legs just below his knees to pull and hold his knees comfortably, but widely apart. Troy made several loops of rope around Tony’s belly and then added more loops around his upper chest, to secure the full length of his torso firmly to the chair.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Many of the other guests were oohing and aahing as they watched with increasing curiosity. Jared spoke up again, “OK guys, on the table are a pair of scissors and a basket. Each of you, and I do mean everyone, one at a time, as the evening goes along, place a $10 bill or IOU in the basket and take the scissors and make a single snip into an article of Tony’s clothes.” Everyone hooted and laughed. “We’ll do this in this order: his shoes, then his outer shirt, then his belt, and then his pants. It might take some manly strong hands to snip at the canvas shoes and belt, so ladies, you might focus your snips on his outer shirt and the cargo pants. Remember, only one snip at a time. There is no rush."</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Jared leaned over very close to Tony’s ear and whispered, “You’ll be a good sport about this, won’t you, Tony? It’s for a very good cause. Right?” He spoke with much care in his voice. Tony’s face had already turned beet red with embarrassment, but he nodded hesitatingly to Jared, who said, “OK Troy, go ahead and blindfold him now.” Then turning to the guests, “OK, who’s first?” Most of the guests immediately crowded closer and were eager to take their turn. Little pieces of Tony’s outer clothing began to fall onto the floor all around him as each guest made their $10 snip.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Jared named Tony as “the winner,” and as such, he would be the only one present who would NOT be donating to the cause. He was told to just sit calmly in a big black chair. Troy pulled out some white cotton rope for all to see. Jared, the other host, whispered to Tony to sincerely ask him to be a good sport because this was all for a good cause. With some confusion and hesitation, because nothing was explained to him or to anyone else, Tony replied, “Go for it.”</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">It took a while, but when Troy finished the bondage, Tony’s wrists were tied behind the chair and multiple loops of rope secured his ankles to the front legs of the chair. More rope was looped around his legs just below his knees, in such a way that it held his knees comfortably, but firmly, wide apart. Troy also placed coils of rope around his belly and his chest. The final touch was to tie a blindfold snugly over his eyes.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">With Tony all readied, Jared announced to the group that a pair of scissors were going to be passed around and that each guest was to drop a $10 donation or an IOU note in the basket, then take the scissors and make one snip into Tony’s clothes. The guests were alive with excitement and lined up to pay their 10 bucks. Jared made sure that the snipping was done gradually, little by little. An hour later, Tony was finally down to his socks, briefs and tank top, and the donation basket was full. He was proud of the fact that he had endured this weird challenge and that he helped to raise money for a good cause.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Still tied and blindfolded, Tony waited impatiently to be set free. He did wonder what he was going to wear so he could continue to mingle with the other guests. Were his hosts going to provide him with a robe? Was someone going to lend him clothes so he could get home? The important thing, he thought, was that he showed everyone he could be a good sport. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a voice offering him a cocktail. After the daring experience he had just been through, he quickly responded, “Oh yes!” and eagerly took a few gulps from the glass that was held to his lips.</span><br /><div id="more_text" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">“OK,” Jared shouted out. “Now we will continue, and everyone will get to do more snips, but this time it will cost you a $20 donation.” People chuckled as some got their wallets out while others were asking to write an IOU note. Tony could not believe what he just heard, but what could he do? Tell them, “I quit? Untie me now, please, I need to go home? Tony had more class than that. Or … was his new-found courage a result of the cocktails he had, which were stronger than he was accustomed to? He felt sure the hosts were teasing everyone about cutting his briefs. What actually worried Tony was that he felt his dick starting to swell in his Jockeys, not a lot, but it was getting comfortably filled out, as it grew slightly under the fabric toward his left hip. He hoped the alcoholic drinks he accepted during the party would eventually calm his dick to a sleepy state.<br style="outline: 0px;" /><br style="outline: 0px;" />Jared, wanting to draw this event out as long as possible to raise more money, replaced the regular scissors with a red handled pair he purposely filed dull earlier so they would not cut very well. He wanted his guests to have to struggle a bit to make the tiny cuts as they maneuvered the scissors around all the ropes. “OK,” instructed Jared loudly, “You’ve heard of the 'pecking order,' well ... here is the 'snipping order: first his socks, then his T-shirt, which will be cut from the bottom upwards, then his briefs." There was a group cheer as they all felt excited in a silly sort of way. "Also these other scissors are not very sharp, so be patient and take your time when it is your turn.” The group giggled, and one guy yelled out, “It’ll be much easier just to pull his socks off, wouldn’t it?” Again the guests laughed, and Jared joked, “Of course, but do you think I want to make it that easy?” More laughter.<br style="outline: 0px;" /><br style="outline: 0px;" />As round two began, Tony felt several people, in succession, awkwardly using the dulled scissors to cut snippets of his socks off. Soon bare-footed Tony was able to wiggle his toes freely. A few minutes later, Tony could feel someone’s hands pulling at the bottom of his tank top then making a snip; others followed suit and became more touchy-feely as the “event” progressed. At one point, someone, a woman he thought, was touching his bare thighs all over, which was unnecessary since she was there to cut at his T-shirt. In time and in turn, quite a few people, many paying extra donations to take additional turns, were touching him all over as they, bit-by-bit, cut away parts of Tony’s shirt.<br style="outline: 0px;" /><br style="outline: 0px;" />In one way or another, they all took advantage of Tony's inability to resist. Most tried to make their touching seem accidental, while others just did not care who saw them fondling Tony's body. At times, his nipples were grazed with light fingertips, and other times he felt them being aggressively pinched, squeezed, and pulled. When various people started lightly tickling here and there, it was Tony’s one-way ticket to a major boner. His dick was making a pointy tent in his Jockeys, as it was trapped in the material, trying to move upward.<br style="outline: 0px;" /><br style="outline: 0px;" />One fellow stooped over and planted himself between Tony’s tied-open thighs in a way that blocked the view of those behind him. He felt the man carefully reach into his Jockey shorts and free his dick from the constricting material. His boner now was allowed to rise as it “wanted to,” tightly against Tony’s belly, pointing up. Next, the guy neatly adjusted the waistband level across his belly, which allowed for some of Tony’s boner to be erectly displayed like a totem pole. Then after snipping a bit of the T-shirt near Tony’s armpit, he called out, “Next,” and moved out of the way.<br style="outline: 0px;" /><br style="outline: 0px;" />Tony knew that his dick was obscenely positioned for everyone to view, but there was nothing he could do about it. Since his socks and tank top were in scattered bits on the floor around him, he was thankful that this most embarrassing and humiliating “game” was concluded. He was relieved that he’d be untied and covered up soon. 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Since Sarah wanted to be sure not to wake him, she did not want to attempted to remove his T-shirt over his head, so she asked me if I had a scissors.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">I handed one to her and stepped back with my cameras, knowing what was coming. 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She looked at me as she gently stuck one finger under the leg hem of his white jockey shorts and then carefully inserted the scissor and snipped each side from the thigh to the waistband.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">This photo is in the Photo Gallery and is in album #102, to find it easiest, just click on the category tab and select “Hazing/pranks,” you see album 102 there. This particular album is for Premium Members (they see all photos), but regular members can see a few of these photos. There is another photo of Stevie in that album and it shows him being stripped better.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; outline: 0px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">As you can see, sis cut off all his clothes and got him naked. Then she tied a red ribbon around his dick, which made his dick grow into a boner, even in his sleep. Oh my God! My sister Sarah is messing with my straight roommate’s fuck stick, right in front of my eyes. We were both laughing our heads off, but still trying to muffle our sounds. We, I mean my sister, was not finished pranking cute, little, big boner, bare ass Stevie.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; outline: 0px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; outline: 0px;" /><a href="https://www.gayties.com/#" style="background-color: white; color: #436082; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; outline: 0px; text-decoration-line: none;">Read this full episode now</a><div id="more_text" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px;">I was surprised at how white and untanned Stevie’s body was below the waist, it’s like he never wore shorts in the sun. Yeah, he was shy. At this point, Sarah whispered a request for my help. I resisted at first, but I gave in, and helped her slowly, carefully roll him over onto his belly. As I did that, I reached under his hips and pushed his ridged dick upward, so it was flat on his belly, pointing to his face. Now he was comfortably on his belly, he even let out an audible sigh of pleasure, more like a moan. I never felt another man’s dick, stiff or otherwise. I was interesting, I did not want to admit it to myself, but it was more than interesting, it was erotic.<br style="outline: 0px;" /><br style="outline: 0px;" />I just could not resist copping a second feel. I pretended that his body was not flat enough, so I slowly lifted up Stevie’s hip on my side and stuck my hand under him again to finger his stiff dick once more. My sister just thought I was making him more comfortable so he would not wake up, but she could not see from the other side of the bed, that I was actually lightly rubbing and teasing his dick. I could feel it was dripping fluid and I coated his dick with his own precum. I whispered softly to my sister, “I’m just trying to straighten out his dick, it seems bent and uncomfortable for him.” She though nothing.<br style="outline: 0px;" /><br style="outline: 0px;" />I figured this would be the only time I’d ever have the opportunity to play with my buddies dick, so what the hell. Out of my sister’s view I massaged it with my fingertips until Stevie released another throaty moan. So I stopped. “Sis, he's fine now, his dick is now flat. He shouldn’t wake up for a while.” I whispered as I lowered his belly fully on the bed, and then I stepped back and let my sister do her thing.<br style="outline: 0px;" /><br style="outline: 0px;" />Sis got out her thick creamy hand lotion and began to make trails of white line of cream all over his body. I watched her do that as I brought my right hand up to my nose to inhale the spunky smell of Stevie’s man juice that leaked on my finger. I felt a stir in my own dick, it kind of bounced as it stretched more firm, as I breathed in Stevie’s manly scent. I watched Sarah have her own fun as she turned Stevie’s naked, fully boned-up body into a road map. She was in haven and now giggling more loudly as I took this and other photos of my naked straight roommate.<br style="outline: 0px;" /></div>geddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066420960529651355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461236530768423994.post-79480206911482180442020-08-25T10:38:00.004-07:002020-08-25T10:38:55.210-07:00Favorite hunks - super good<p> https://favoritehunks.blogspot.com/2014/12/naked-news-lord-works-in-mysterious-ways.html?m=1&zx=d685dbcc29f0909b</p>geddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066420960529651355noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461236530768423994.post-75791619688496957562020-08-16T19:24:00.005-07:002020-12-19T19:44:33.592-08:00Working nightshift in grocery store<p> I know this is about shopping, but it reminds me, of a time, when our boss ask 3 of us to stay past closing and get everything stocked up. A combination of us being busy and delivery truck being late, our shelves were getting bare. Low and behold, this new guy, young and ohh so cute, was staying over too! He always appeared to be going commando, he also loved to let his shorts sag and his shirt was never quite long enough, so when he would stretch to reach for something high up, his shirt always went up and his shorts would sag pretty low, so low and behold, you could see his bush, as well as the base of his penis. I was always wishing his shorts would fall down, so I could see his package. He seemed to always be semi-hard, that is what kept him from full exposure, I was always scheming a way to fully expose him, lol. Well, my dream finally came true. He had to stretch extra high one night and his shorts slid all the way to the floor. Even though, I was always hoping to get pantsed or shorts would fall down it never happened. I figured he would be embarrassed, but in stead, he said, hell, let's all strip and work in the nude. At first I said no, but then the others did. So I did too. We had to at least put shorts on, when stocking front wall and checkout lanes, but the rest of the time we stayed nude. We dared each other to go to front window, naked, and we did, we got braver as our shift went on and we even stocked the checkout lanes in the nude. We worked together a lot!</p><p><br /></p><p>Actually, any job I had, when it was just guys, after closing, we would strip and work in the nude.</p>geddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066420960529651355noreply@blogger.com0