Date: Mon, 24 Dec 2007 08:56:27 -0600
From: Chad K <kwikie@live.com>
Subject: The Other Wedding Party

I'm sitting out on the porch of my uncle's old home.  It is a little cool,
at least the wind has died down.  I've just had a little too much family
togetherness.  While they are all fine fine people, they can get on my
nerves when we group them all together.  It is actually getting the family
together, and right here on this porch that inspired me to write this
story.

We all gathered at this old house many years ago.  It wasn't far from where
I was living, maybe an hour drive.  We would usually just drive over and
visit and then head home.  The wedding of my cousin changed that routine.
Somehow, it was important for all the family to be around as all the prep
work was being done.  I believe my job for the wedding was to get in the
way, ask for things, or even want to be fed.  All those things seem to be
contrary to the progress of the wedding and mostly ignored.

The house did seem a whole lot bigger then.  It still couldn't handle all
the family, at least finding a bedroom for everybody.  All the boys slept
out on this screened-in porch, at least all the older boys.  Older boys
were the ones about my age.  I was 13 at the time and the other 5 boys were
between 11 and 14.  The porch was not that bad a place for the boys.  We
would have much more preferred to be camping out in the yard, or somewhere
out on the five acres surrounding the house.  I'm not sure why weren't
allowed to camp out but I think I remember a few problems from earlier
events.

This was really the first time all six of us got together and slept over.
There were plenty of different groups of us getting together on long
weekends or holidays.  I even went on a trip to Disneyland with my cousins.
It was so that the kids would come out even.  Since all the rides were for
two people, I got to team up with my boy cousin while his sisters were a
team.

There were plenty of things that happened when the boys got together, as
far as sexual.  Nothing really big or monumental.  It was a lot of being
naked with each other or for a while, seeing what could be poked up
somebody else's butt.  In the previous visits, there were a few hands
sneaking into undies while in bed with each other and things like that.  I
heard more stories about the other cousins than I got involved with.  On
this occasion, there was a lot of talk about sex.  The whole wedding and
honeymoon thing spurred it on but so did our age and getting that many boys
together.

A couple of nights before the wedding, the bride had her bachelorette
party.  Everybody in the house was sound asleep.  The girls came right
through the porch and into the house.  The bride was absolutely drunk,
barely able to walk with help.  The girls took her up to her room, used
permanent markers to draw all sorts of nasty and sexual things on her body.
Nothing that we got to see but we heard about it that night.  Talking to my
cousin-in-law years later, he said it mostly was arrows to certain holes
and parts and advice of what to do with each.  He smiled and said that he
knew most of it before that.

The girls had gone back to where I was living, to the big city, and found
the one and only male strip club.  It actually only had males dancing on
Thursdays, and I think Sundays.  For years I thought it might not be such a
bad career.  I would only have to work two days each week.  I later heard
the clerk at the local discount store bragging about his other job.  He
claimed that he made as much money on Thursday as he did all the rest of
the week at the store.  That's when I decided geology would be a better
choice after all.

I was almost back to sleep when the girls came back down.  They thought
they would have a little fun with us.  It was very dark and it was hard for
them to see which end of the sleeping bag was the top.  One of the girls
brought her face right down to mine.  Her breath was stinking of alcohol
and pot.  She did recognize that it was a head and not feet that she was
looking at.  Then she told the other two girls to go get the markers, they
could draw on us too.  I said that I didn't think that I would like that
very much and it scared the crap out of the girl.  She screamed and tried
to cover her mouth.  She fell back and landed on my cousin Scott, 12 years
old.  Scott really didn't appreciate being awakened like that.  He kicked
her and pushed her into another girl and they landed on a couple of other
sleeping bags.  In just a few seconds, the entire porch was awake.

Scott was out of his sleeping bag and standing up looking at them.  His
tighty-whiteys were clearly visible in the low light and I was at an angle
to see a good sized bulge in them.  When the flashlights turned on, the
boys were trying to figure out what was going on, the girls were laughing
and trying to be quiet, and noticing that Scott just had undies on.

Now, of course he just had undies on.  It was the only clothing acceptable
on a sleepover.  I know Scott and at least one other cousin always slept in
pajamas when at home.  Scott thought he was so slick when he slid his
pajamas under his bed and thought I didn't see them.  I actually had
pajamas in my bag that my mom thought I better take with me since she knew
how her sister ran her house.  We did put on the bottoms when we went out
for breakfast the next morning.

John Robert and Mark wanted to make sure that the girls knew that they were
in just undies too.  They flipped their sleeping bags open and put the beam
of the flashlight on their middles.  Both of them were 11 and were just
crossing over into puberty.  Mark was the younger brother of Ken who was
the oldest at 14.  The unfortunate thing about Mark's undies was that they
had previously been Ken's.  They were worn, yellowed and thin.  I could
clearly see his dick and even the little bit of hair he had above his dick.
I don't think he knew just how much we could see.  I'm sure the girls
noticed.

After a little more excitement and giggling, the girls settled down with
us.  They started telling us the story of the night.  When they talked
about the men dancing, the described what they had on to be about what we
had on.  John Robert and Mark got up and started to dance.  They tried to
imitate what they heard about the dancers.  The girls hooted and hollered,
encouraging them to dance even more.  I was enjoying it, I was watching the
balls bounce back and forth.  And I could also see down the shirt of one
girl.

Then the money came out.  A whole handful of one-dollar bills was pulled
out from a girl's back pocket.  A couple of dollars were carefully stuck in
the sides of John Robert's and Mark's undies.  The girls didn't tell us
about them tipping the men that way.  T.J. just couldn't resist the money.
T.J. is still chasing money, trying to make it but never seems to have any.
T.J. was also 13.  He lived the closest to me and we looked an awful a lot
alike.  I was heavier than he was but there was a very strong family
resemblance.  We got to where we never corrected people calling us
brothers.

T.J. got up and started to really move his hips.  I never knew he could
move like that, it was a pretty good imitation of a dance.  And he was as
boned up as I was.  I was content at that point to keep my sleeping bag
bunched up on my lap, hiding my boner.  To T.J., the money was worth the
embarrassment of showing his boner.  And the dollars started to be stuffed
inside his waistband.  I could tell that one of the girls made a point of
feeling around and making contact with T.J.'s dick.  He did like that.

It took a little bit, and turning on music but Scott, Ken and I got into as
well.  I have no idea what made me do it.  I just found myself standing
there, swinging my hips, moving my feet and getting money stuffed into my
undies.  The girls started showing us how to move and dance.  They grabbed
me by the hips and moved me that way.  It was also obvious that my undies
were being pulled down, ever so slightly, as I was helped in my seductive
dance.  I did nothing to pull them back up when the girl let go of me.  By
that time, the top of my pubes was visible.  It made it look like I was
wearing low-rider undies.

All the boys soon understood how to dance for the girls.  It was fun, sexy,
and way too hard to resist.  After John Robert did a little show while
dancing to the music on the radio, I got my turn.  I remember that song so
well, if I hear it today, I will blush right away.  It was a song called
Midnight at the Oasis.  I didn't like it when I had heard it before that
but I started a dance as sexy as I could be.  With flashlights pointing on
me like spotlights, I swayed back and forth, I got right up in front of
each girls and flipped my hips back and forth.  I was getting a lot of
money but I really wasn't paying attention to that, I was having too much
fun dancing and watching the girls' faces.  The money stuffing definitely
got my attention when a hand went right in my undies and stayed a while and
played with my dick.  It wasn't just a little tickle, it was a whole lot of
fingers all over my dick.  I stopped breathing, my legs were getting weak,
I was really loving it.

One of the other girls slapped at the girls hand and told her to not do
that to me.  But then, she grabbed my leg, right under my balls and pulled
me to her.  She got me moving again to the song and she did a little
touchy-feely too.  She just flicked a single finger over the head of my
dick.  It was good but not as great as the other girl.  As the song ended,
I walked by the girl and asked her for one more dollar.  I opened the front
of my undies so that it would be easy for her to reach in.  I didn't care
if a dollar went in, I just wanted her hand and for it to stay for awhile.
It did for a little bit!

It was the first time I had ever experienced precum.  I didn't even know it
existed.  I had precum sliding down my dick and getting on the money.  I
was still thinking that the girls were going to take the money back, that
it was all just a joke.

When I sat down, I saw that Ken, Scott, and T.J. all had a hand on their
dicks.  And they were looking at me as I went back to sit down.  I felt
like they were more interested in me than they were the girls.

There was more dancing by each of the other boys.  The girls were really
commenting on how big Ken was.  He really wasn't, at least his dick wasn't
but he had some pubes!  It looked like a small poodle lived in his shorts.

John Robert and Mark went behind the outside refrigerator and were working
something up.  They came back and wanted to show the girls something.  They
danced together.  They bumped boners, rubbed their butts together, rubbed
bellies, and what ever else they thought was funny or sexy.  I was laughing
as much as I thought it was sexy.  They ended up pulling their undies down.
They danced a little more with naked meat bouncing up and down.  I started
to get worried at that point.  I'm not sure what I thought was going to
happen but I didn't know whether to run or get naked.

After John Robert and Mark went naked, there wasn't much more to do with
the undies.  Ken and T.J. talked me into dancing with them.  We had no
plan, other than to stand up in front of the girls with absolutely nothing
on and make out dicks flop around.  It got pretty serious then.  One girl
was pinching her nipples and the other two were rubbing their pussies.  I
got thinking how ridiculous this really was but I couldn't stop and I was
enjoying the girls appreciate what was between my legs.

The dancing stopped, I think we were just worn out.  The girls started
telling us about other acts and dancing they had seen in their lives.  They
were 5 or 7 years older than us, ya know!  And we were able to talk two of
them into show their tits.  All the boys stayed naked and sat around and
asked questions.  Mark kept shining his flashlight on our dicks.  I acted
like I didn't want him to do it but I didn't mind seeing the other guys.  I
also didn't mind them looking at mine.

The girls got talking about another dance place they went to for another
party before a wedding.  They wanted to show us what they saw.  They got me
to kneel in front of them and then lean back on my hands.  Then they got
John Robert to come up in front of me.  My boner was sticking straight into
the air.  I was beyond caring if they saw it.  Actually, I was where I
wanted to show it off.  When John Robert got to me, he started slapping at
my dick, making it hit my belly and leg.  One of the girls told him to stop
and not hurt me.  She grabbed my dick to protect it.  I started to melt
into her hand.  All the blood in my body ran into my dick and took every
bit of brains I had with it.  I heard Scott say that I looked like I was
cuming.  He had seen me cum, so it was probably a good appraisal.

The girl let go of my dick, probably just before I started to cum.  She
grabbed John Robert by a butt cheek and brought him up to me.  He was
giggling at the touch and it looked to me like she did have a good deep
grasp of his cheek.  She put his dick right up against mine.  If I thought
the girl's hand on my dick was a great feeling, I was out of my mind when
John Robert's dick was grinding into mine.  I knew this was going to lead
to me cuming but John Robert was laughing and jerking too much for it to go
on very long.  It also didn't help John Robert that the other girls were
showing how they gave the dollars when we were in that position.  I felt
money go between my balls and thighs and behind my balls, it almost made it
into my butt hole.

Almost immediately, the girls said something about how long the boys had
gone without cuming.  At that point, Scott declared that he had and held up
his sleeping bag to show us the wet spot.  I was about to say something
about him being a dumb ass for admitting it.  Scott leaned over and
whispered to me that he had too.  And T.J. put his hand to the light and
nodded at me and Scott.  We could see the cum in his hand.

They wanted to see us cum, and they asked us if we wanted to.  I was going
to whether they had anything to do with it or not.  They got us into a
tight circle.  I thought it was going to be hard for them to jack us off
like that, it was.  They had us reach over and grab the other boy's dick.
There was too much giggling from John Robert and Mark.  They ended up
together.  Ken was on the end and all he had to do was lean back and enjoy
Scott stroking him.  I got a hold of Scott's dick.  It wasn't the first
time for us but it felt just as exciting.  And T.J. took mine and I felt
all the wetness of his cum on my dick.  That was a very new experience for
me.  I think I even shot a rope or two from that touch.

And we all shot so quick.  I can't tell you who was first or what the
others looked like.  I started shooting and it was like everything blacked
out.  I heard T.J. laughing at me and encouraging me at the same time.  I
could feel the cum rise from deep inside of me and then explode out.  I did
feel the hot cum from Scott running down my fingers and his hand pulling
mine away.  I fell back and just laid there.  My heart was pounding out of
my chest.  I kept my eyes closed and just listened to my breathing.
Somebody touched the tip of my dick, I jumped and fell back and laughed a
little.

I don't remember the girls leaving.  The next thing I knew was when Ken
nudged me awake and handed me a pair of undies and told me to get dressed
before the parents woke up.  I didn't realize until I went to piss about
noon that they were not my undies.

We saw the girls a few times after that but never had fun WITH them again.
We always talk about the stripper dancing.  Years later, all the boys
involved were sitting around, talking in "code" about opening our own male
strip joint.  There were enough family members around that we couldn't talk
openly about it.  They thought we were so funny talking about us dancing in
front of women.  They couldn't imagine most of us even having the nerve to
do it.


I'd love to hear from you, to see if you liked the story.  kwikie@live.com
This is one of those stories that I've had for a long time and finally
decided to share.  Let me know, please.  kwikie@live.com Thanks, Chad