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If
you have read the other two parts in my Nigel Trilogy you will
know how it was my friend Nigel who took away my virginity and
showed me the true joy of intimate man-company. Nigel then
introduced me to Harry who had been his personal tutor and
mentor in this very special subject. Harry was a member of the
Paratroopers so wasn't often home on leave and I seldom saw him,
Nigel on the other hand was always about and we explored all
kinds of fantastic fun together. But I rather suspected that I
wasn't the only one Nigel took pleasure with; still it didn't
matter and we never really talked about it.
I hadn't seen Harry since the encounter with him I related in
the second part of the trilogy, that was until one evening Nigel
declared, "Harry's home on leave again next week."
I didn't say anything at first but anticipated another three way
meeting. If it was half as good as the time before that would be
something to look forward to.
"He's got something very special planned, I can tell
you," Nigel grinned. He hinted of something more, even
better than before but was tantalisingly holding back.
"What ?"
"Mmmm. You just wait and see !"
"No," I jovially protested, "you tell me
now."
I'm not gay, I guess I need to tell you that - it's just that I
have come to enjoy those of my own sex a little more than girls.
I'm totally straight acting as is Nigel and certainly was Harry.
So when Nigel explained that Harry had tickets for a party at a
gay bar I was rather uneasy. That could be taking things a
little too far, I tried to get out of going.
"Can't do that," Nigel smiled, "they cost Harry
fifty quid each, two hundred all together. We can't let him
down." He was skillful with his wording and waited for my
question which was not long in coming.
"So," I asked the inevitable, "you, me and who
else ?"
Nigel continued his game keeping me in suspense a little longer.
"The club is in London," he explained, "and once
a month they have a special evening - Pants off Party."
"What ?"
"That's what they call it - Pants off Party. Everyone there
wears just pants: briefs, boxers, jocks, g-strings, what ever
they like then at midnight they all come off and the real party
begins."
"You been before then ?" It was more of a statement
than a question but Nigel decided to answer.
Nigel smiled, "I may have. This month it's the final of the
knickers ripping contest and Harry's challenging for first
prize."
"What are you talking about and who's this fourth guy
?" I think I was more interested in having an answer to the
second part of my question but Nigel evaded this to give me a
detailed account as to the precise nature of the party.
I learned that the fifty pound tickets gave us just admission,
drinks and food were served at an additional cost. Admission was
strictly limited to two hundred and the parties were very
popular with guys coming from all over the country so we were
lucky that Harry had managed to get hold of no fewer than four
tickets. Again mention of four but
no telling, not even a hint, as to who number four was. I was
dead curious. Nigel explained there was music and all kinds of
entertainment, everyone dressed only in pants and at midnight
they were allowed to take them off after which an all out riot
usually took place. I think Nigel used the wrong word with riot and
would have better to have said orgy.
There was a special competition which had been held with heats
staged over the past year. Harry had won his heat and this was
now the grand final. Competition - that was kind of crazy as
well. It was simply a challenge to see how many times each
contestant could step out of and back into his underpants
in thirty seconds. But the prize for the winner was five
thousand pounds !
"And does Harry stand any chance of winning ?"
"You bet he does !"
"OK," I would wait on Nigel's answer no longer.
"Who's the other guy ?" I demanded.
Nigel grinned his familiar cheeky grin, it was time for him to
give in and satisfy my curiosity. "Michael." He said
quietly.
"Mike White ?'
"You got it in one."
I had known Mickey, Michael, Mike - call him what you like -
since I was knee high to a grasshopper so I was astounded to
learn that he too had been initiated into the male side of sex.
Something strange as my extensive repertoire of feelings began
to overtake me all emotions jumbling themselves together. I was
really excited by the news and furiously quizzed my friend as to
how Michael had become involved.
"Did you take his virginity the same as you took mine
?"
Nigel smiled. I took that to be an affirmative.
Bloody hell !
"What's he like ?"
My dick stood rapidly to attention and saluted with a damp patch
of precum on the front of my underpants.
Nothing for it but to have a wank, a bloody good wank with my
friend Nigel. He was happy to oblige while we discussed the
position and various attributes of our friend Michael.
Wow !
The day of the party eventually drew nearer and over the period
I warmed to the idea. I guessed it could be fun and I had a
burning desire to have some fun with Michael.
"You wait until you see his dick," Nigel said,
"man it's massif !"
For several days before the party I rummaged through the
underwear draw in my bedroom in an attempt to decide what to
wear. I also spent more than one of my hard earned lunch breaks
from work checking out dozens of shops in the centre of town.
Eventually I decided on a tight pair of brilliant white briefs
cut high at the groin and slender on the behind.
I swear those Nigel was wearing were the same pair he had on
when he and I first had fun together the previous summer. (See
Losing My Virginity.) They brought back some memories I can tell
you !
Now, as for Michael - my pulse races !
Ever since Nigel told me that Mike would be the fourth guest at
the party my level of excitement had elevated into a mile high
orbit. I mean - like Mike is incredibly good looking, a perfect
Adonis - a Greek god come down from Mount Olympus to us mere
mortals.
So what was he wearing ?
Not very much, an incredibly tight and bright orange G-string.
Hell it was revealing while at the same time sensuously hiding
his all important manhood. Judging from the front view there was
one mega bundle to hide ! Lucky beggar !!! But it was the rear
view that afforded the best turn on. Two tight, round and
perfectly formed bum cheeks emerged seductively from a thin
ribbon of orange material delineating the line between them.
Incredible !
Harry, on the other hand, was a bit of a let down. The last time
I had seen him his splendid muscular body and backside had
brought a high academic achievement in my course of tuition (See
Harry's Home On Leave.) but now everything of importance was
covered by a pair of baggy and ill fitting passion killing boxer
shorts. Queen Victoria in a pair of week old bloomers would have
been more of a turn on. If Michael's attire placed him near the
top of the scale assessing those attending the party then Harry
was firmly at the bottom. What ever was he thinking about ? What
a turn off, I actually felt a relaxation of my hard on as I
looked at him. But still, after midnight I guess they would come
off !
We four friends found a table and sat down with a drink. The
prices they charged somebody was making a fortune, I'd bloody
well make mine last. And what about the admission of fifty quid
each ? Two hundred guys each paying fifty pounds to get in would
net the organisers ten thousand alone, no wonder they could
offer five thousand as a prize in the competition. I was in the
wrong business !
Harry began to talk about the competition. "I'm going to
win you know," he said with a note of certainty in his
voice. "I've been training hard."
I sipped my drink and looked at him. "What do you have to
do to win ?" I asked. Of course Nigel had already told me
but it was part of the conversation.
"Leap out of my underpants and back into them as many times
as I can in thirty seconds. I won the preliminary heat, quarter
and semi finals. Tonight it's down to the last four guys and I
reckon I'm the best. Best by a long way !"
I pictured in my mind four guys lined up and performing this
action. Of course that was why Harry had those sad boxers on
rather than anything seductively similar to the rest of us. I
guessed they were appropriate for his task. That was just like
Harry. Make certain everything was perfect - the planning of a
military mind. I bet he had also used his fierce military
training and discipline to ensure he didn't generate a hard on,
it would be easier to get in and out with everything limp and
just hanging there. It would, wouldn't it ?
The bar was packed and I thought there was possibly more than
two hundred guys in there. We four are all straight acting but
there were all kinds at the party. Other bi and straight acting
guys, some camp and some who had they been able to wear more
than underclothing would have been TV's. It never occurred to me
that underclothing for the party could include female knickers
but there were a goodly number about. Wow, some of them were
incredible.
Michael smiled and whispered, "Look at that guy over there,
fancy wearing a frilly pair like those ?"
"Not my style," I said.
Hey Michael was my style and I wanted to add him to my
collection alongside Harry and Nigel. Michael smiled at me and I
knew his addition was not all that far away.
The evening proceeded with music by way of a disco for those who
wanted and food served for those who could afford it. Harry was
feeling generous and we all ate well. Silly games and
competitions interspersed the music and we all won some minor
prizes. I still have the pack of glow in the dark condoms I was
awarded for being able to name Alfred Lord Douglas as the lover
of Oscar Wild the playwright.
"Clever you," Michael smiled.
"Thanks. I watched a film on tele about him."
Eventually the long awaited time for the major pants off
competition drew near. After this it would be a free for all and
something told me that Michael would be joining my special
friendship list. That would be the real high-light of the night.
Harry and the other contestants lined up in the centre of the
floor to be introduced by the DJ.
"Harry from Bedfordshire," he announced to the
cheering crowd. "Harry's in Her Majesty's armed forces -
how do you think Her Majesty would like those boxers you are
wearing ?"
"Get em off !!" The audience cheered.
Tristan, very camp and sweet, was a hairdresser from North
London and was wearing a G-string even tighter than Michael's.
He would have one hell of a time stepping in and out of an
outfit like that. I mean he had either been fitted into it with
a crowbar or else he had put it on when he was a kid and simply
grown into it.
Wayne was like a bean pole, an overgrown gangling and slightly
ageing adolescent. He claimed to be an estate agent from Bath in
the West Country. Like Harry, he had opted for boxers but not
quite so baggy. Still he was so skinny it looked as if all he
would need would be to breath in and they would drop away from
his waist. The kind of guy who if he stood sideways and stuck
out his tongue you could mistake him for a zip.
But the serious competition was in the form of Reece, an olive
skinned and well toned guy originally from Birmingham. Reece was
introduced as a double glazing salesman now living in Stevenage.
The double glazing bit brought about a loud hiss from the
audience to which Reece responded with an exaggerated low bow
and a wide smile.
"And so gentlemen," The DJ and compare spoke into his
microphone, "there you have the four finalist in this years
Pants Off Party's Drop Your Draws Contest. Harry from Bedford
-" We three cheered loudly and clapped our hands together.
"Tristan from North London, Wayne from Bath and Reece from
Stevenage."
There were more chants of: "Off ! Off ! Off !"
The DJ held up his hand. "All in good time and once they
have them off and the competition is over the rules of Pants Off
Party allow you all to get them off !"
There were even wilder cheers. "Off ! Off ! Off !"
"Now quickly to remind you of the rules. On the word GO you
have just thirty seconds to get out of your pants, hold them
above your head and put them back on again. You then have to
clap both your hands above your head before moving to take them
off again. The guy who hits the highest number takes home with
him a cheque for ten thousand pounds !"
I started to visualise the complicated motion of taking the
pants off, waving them in the air, putting them back on again,
clapping the hands and then starting again. It sounded a bit of
a lot to me. I wondered how many times anyone could possibly do
all that in just thirty seconds.
"Are you ready ?"
Each contestant poised like an Olympic athlete on the starting
blocks, nodding only slightly to signify that they were indeed
ready.
"Okay - so everyone count down with me -"
Ten -
Nine -
Eight -
Seven -
Six -
Five -
Four -
Three -
Two -
One -
- GO !
Tristan struggled with the G-string, surely he couldn't have
worn that in the earlier heats. Reece and Harry made a flying
start and were matching one another movement for movement while
Wayne was but a fraction of a second behind. Everything moved so
quickly.
"Ten seconds," the DJ called, only just heard above
the deafening roar of excited encouragement from the audience.
I was counting in my head and at fifteen seconds Wayne had been
left slightly behind while Tristan was clearly out of it. Come
on Harry ! Those bloomers of his were well chosen and were
working to his advantage. His muscular body was straining hard
but so was that of Reece and it would be a close thing.
Twenty seconds.
I was right that Harry had the strength of mind to keep himself
limp and I willed this to aid him pull ahead of Reece - it was a
two horse race now. Donkey perhaps rather than horse for both
were well hung, if anything Reece slightly larger. But Reece,
unlike Harry, was mega hard and as I counted twenty-three his
cock caught on the swift movement of his boxers as he pulled
them down. Such was the flowing momentum that he stumbled just
slightly, quickly checking himself to prevent falling forwards.
But it was just enough for Harry to take the lead.
Brilliant Harry, now keep it up.
Twenty-four, twenty-five - I was counting in my mind.
Harry would win providing he too did not fumble in the last five
seconds.
Come on Harry !
Twenty-six.
Twenty-seven.
The trophy and cheque were Harry's. Just three seconds to go.
Fantastic.
Sweat was pouring from my friend and glistening like tiny jewels
on the surface of his body.
Twenty-eight.
Harry's dick waved in the air. It was as if everything was
moving in slow motion and the end of those thirty seconds was
several hours away.
Come on Harry !
Twenty-nine.
Harry was clapping his hands above his head while Reece was
still moving his arms upwards after releasing the elastic of his
waistband.
It was incredibly close but surely Harry would win.
Of course Harry would win.
He had to.
Didn't he ?
The training I had been told Harry had put himself through would
pay off.
Thirty.
Thirty seconds !
The end.
"Stop !" the DJ shouted into the microphone and a
millionth of a second later his voice boomed out over the PA
system. "We have a winner."
Who was it ?
Was it our friend ?
Was it Harry ?
The audience cheered.
"Harry from Bedford !" The DJ announced over the din.
There was so much cheering and shouting, guys were ripping their
pants off and throwing them up into the air. Harry just stood
there and smiled.
Michael winked at me. "Time for us to take our pants
off," he said.
"Do you need any help ?" I asked.
"I think I could," he giggled. "Yes I think I
could."
I was there and ready to give him all the assistance he wanted.
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