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Tommy's Half-Naked Rager
🕑 Added 2023-11-05 13:01:22 +0000 UTCFree for everyone, here's one of my favorite stories that I posted on Tumblr years ago! VIP members also get access to the short video that inspired it all on the Discord server though...
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Tommy was known for throwing parties with immaculate themes, ranging from slutty to sluttier. Years ago, he’d thrown a topless party where you dropped your shirt into a lock box at the beginning of the party, and you spent the night grinding on other half-naked men. It was talked about for years, and he was finally bringing it back.
Tommy’s Half-Naked Rager 2: Electric Boogaloo. Come as you are because half of it will be taken off anyway.
I couldn’t think of anything else for the next week, and finally, Friday night arrived. As I got dressed in my tightest jeans that made my ass look amazing and posed in the mirror, I hated how the lines of my briefs were completely visible. Downing another shot of vodka in my private pre-game, I decided to be a little naughty. Pulling down my jeans, I took off my undies and decided to go commando. The jeans looked even better now, and as they rested low on my hips, I felt so dangerous as hints of my pubes occasionally peaked over the waistband.
The uber dropped me off in front of Tommy’s house, and I could see the strobe lights flashing through the blinds-covered front window and hear the bass spilling outside. The door was unlocked, and I let myself in. Tommy, the always gracious host wasn’t there to greet me, but I knew the drill. In the corner of the entry area, there was a tall wicker box with a padlock on the lid, and a slit cut into the top. Stripping off my t-shirt, I tossed it into the box and walked into the living room expecting to see a sea of topless men.
Instead, I was greeted by a bunch of bottomless men.
Jeremy was leaning against the counter sticking out his fat ass barely covered in a thin pair of white boxer briefs. He was talking to Trevor, our high-class finance friend, who had clearly come straight from work and dropped his slacks. All over the room, I was greeted by men without pants, and I knew that I had fucked up.
Finally, Tommy walked up wearing a fitted white button-down that left his brief-clad crotch open for viewing.
"Nate, you sexy devil- I didn’t realize that anyone would be getting down to just their skivvies tonight."
As his booming voice carried over the music, all of his friends looked my way. I had hoped to discretely ask him if I could borrow some underwear from him, but I couldn’t now with everyone staring.
"Actually Tom, about that-"
I was cut off by a group of guys in the corner starting a chant of Off, Off, Off! before the whole room joined in. Soon another shot was in my hand, and as I felt the tequila burn through my system, I knew that not even a full lime would take the edge off of what would happen next.
While I was focusing on the glass in hand, Jeremy and Trevor had sneaked up behind me and grabbed onto my waistband before I could stop them. I tried to explain, but they’d expertly pulled the button open and unzipped my fly. All I could do now was shut my eyes and hold my breath as I was humiliated in front of the whole room.
"He’s naked!"
The laughter rang out as I felt my feet being lifted to completely expose me. Turning around, I saw Trevor throw my jeans into the locked basket, and I was stuck here. Tommy had a rule about not opening the box until 2:00 in the morning, and I knew that not even me being stripped completely naked would get him to change that policy.
As the party raged on, I got drunk enough to forget that I was naked, but every now and then, I’d be reminded all over again. A stray hand would massage my ass or maybe even slide a digit between my cheeks. I’d be stroked off for a few seconds, but once I turned around to catch the culprit, I was greeted by a group of men that would never betray someone’s secret.
By about 1:30, I was too tired to protest, and my inhibitions had vanished. Dancing to the music without abandon, I stopped swatting the hands away, letting myself be stroked into a full erection that slapped against my stomach with the beat of the music.
Right at 2:00, headlights started appearing on the street as party-goers left one by one. I went to grab my phone, but Tommy already had it in a death grip near the clothes box.
"Nate, why don’t you stay the night instead of calling a cab? A group of us were going to stay up a little longer here."
Two more half-naked guys walked up behind him, and naively, I asked:
"What were you planning on doing?"
Grabbing my hand, they easily led me back to Tommy’s bedroom.
"You."
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