Date: 27 Oct 98 10:34:52 EST From: Strip Poker Subject: "Sleepover at Jay's" Sleepover at Jay's (This is a true story. Not even the names have been changed.) I was nine years old and in the fourth grade in February of 1976 when Jay, a classmate, invited me to a slumber party at his house for his tenth birthday. I was excited to be invited, as Jay was part of the "cool" crowd... and also very cute (although it would be a few years before I figured out why that mattered.) So, as a matter of fact, were the rest of the selected guests, which seemed to be one of the host's main criteria in inviting us. We arrived around dinner time on a Friday evening. There were six of us, including the host. As we were sitting down to dinner, Jay announced that this evening would be a "marathon." I'd never heard of the word, so I asked what it meant. He replied that all of us would be staying awake until the morning. This sounded exciting, although the real excitement started once we were ushered down to the basement for the night. When we had set down our sleeping bags and laid claim to our spot on the floor or on one of the cots, Jay explained that anybody who fell asleep during the night would be stripped naked by the others. I was a pretty modest kid, so the thought of being undressed for the entertainment of others (even in my sleep) was horrifying. I resolved to do my best to stay awake. Not everybody at the party had the same hesitations I did. Once we had all gotten into our pajamas, Scott, a short, muscular and attractive kid jumped up on the rollaway bed that he'd claimed and started to do a strip tease. I was captivated, since I'd never seen another boy naked. All eyes were glued to Scott as he danced and swayed (he'd obviously performed like this before) and slowly peeled off the little he was wearing. I wondered if he'd take everything off. Soon enough, he was slipping out of his pajama bottoms, and then letting his briefs drop to expose his hard dick. We were all checking him out when somebody pointed out that Mike, another one of the guests, had fallen asleep. The barely suppressed smile on his face made it obvious to all of us that he was faking sleep in order to have his "punishment" meted out, but Jay was happy to go along with the act. Everybody gathered around as Jay carefully (didn't want to "wake" Mike) pulled down Mike's pajama bottoms and then his briefs. Mike was hard, too, and it was even more difficult for him to keep the grin from breaking out on his face as the other boys checked him out and played with his dick and his ass. There was an older boy at the party who I didn't recognize. I forget his name. He was in the sixth grade at our school and was two years older than Jay. As I look back on it, I wonder if maybe he was more the ringleader, letting Jay do the organizing. He'd already begun to mature physically and had a more muscular frame than the rest of us. His sleeping bag was stretched out on the floor, directly next to the cot where I'd laid mine. He slipped into it and called Jay over. Both were fully dressed as Jay crawled into the sleeping bag with him and zipped it up. From the wriggling around inside it was obvious that they were undressing, and the older boy suggested, "Let's rub dicks." They faced each other and pressed up close. After a little, the older boy's face started to contort and he moaned, "Oh, your dick is so warm!" They didn't go on long enough for the obvious outcome, which would have taken any of the rest of us by complete surprise. As it was, I was already pretty surprised and shocked by everything that was happening. There was something vaguely exciting about it, but it was also pretty scary. Although of course I'd started to be curious about my body and my friends', it had really never occurred to me that boys might play together like this. I lay above the two of them, with this combined feeling of fear and excitement. Jay decided that it was time for everybody else to get into the fun. He crawled back out of the sleeping bag and walked over to a spot on the floor, just a few feet from the head of my cot, where there were a bunch of board games. "Let's play strip poker," he announced. All of the other boys went over where he was, including Mike who "woke up" during the earlier excitement. I stayed on my cot, too frightened to join. They kneeled on the floor and Jay produced a board game that had a little plastic bubble with two dice in it. You pressed the bubble and the dice rolled. One face of each die had a big red dot on it. The rules of the game were simple: each one would take a turn rolling. If he got a red dot (or two), he had to take off one article (or two) of clothing. It might not have made for much suspense, but the rules were certainly designed to get everybody naked in a hurry. To stretch things out just a bit, Jay passed out a couple of game pieces to each player to serve as "extra" clothes. I was watching from my cot, peeking out from under my pillow as I also feigned sleep.... not so that I'd be stripped, but so that I wouldn't be made to play along. They went around a couple of times, and pretty soon Jay was down to his underwear. One of the boys laughed and pointed to the bulge in Jay's briefs: "Jay's got a boner!" Jay was a bright red as he rolled the dice again, and the dice were red, too. He triumphantly slipped out of his underpants and let the assembled crowd see what they wanted to see. The game continued, as one after another was gradually reduced to briefs and then to nothing at all. That's when I fell asleep. But the rest of them were only beginning. At school on Monday I learned that the games had continued through the night. Once they were naked, there had been "wrestling" matches and other games. And I'd been part of the fun, in my sleep. (That surprised me, since I've always been a pretty light sleeper. But I asked Jay directly, and he casually said that they'd given me the same treatment I saw Mike get when he'd faked sleep.) Watching all that had sparked my curiosity, but it was a couple more years before I'd have the guts to start experimenting a bit on my own.... but that's a different story. (NOTE: See "Stripping with Chris" in the "no-sex" cateogry for continuation.) (If you have similar experiences, I'd be interested in hearing about them: StripPoker@usa.net. True stories only. Please post this story to any other sites or newsgroups you know about.)