Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 00:27:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tommy Taylor <stripyounaked (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Eric and Tommy part 02

Disclaimer:

This story is most likely fiction, but we'll never know for sure. It is
about gay sex. If it is illegal for you to read it don't. If it will offend
you to read it don't. If you don't like hard dicks don't read this.  This
story is not about you unless you want it to be. This is the first of a
series (if you like it).  On with the story:

So as I was saying last time, my brother Eric and me are more like buddies
than brothers.  We do everything together, camp, workout, even go out to
bars.  I was telling you also that we love to humiliate each other with
dares, or bets or anyway we can get the other to do something really crazy.
So I was going to tell you about the time we were playing pool at a bar and
started betting.

I remember one of the first times Eric and I went out to a bar together, we
didn't know where to go.  I found a place that was having an underwear
contest and told Eric that it would be fun to go and see the guys paraded
around only in their skivvies.

"Yeah and you know someone is going to pour water on them, even if it is
me!" chimed Eric.

"Let's get ready, we need to get there early. I hear it gets packed.

So I put on my Levis, and a slightly worn white T-shirt that would let
everyone know I have something nice underneath but isn't too showy either.
Eric put on his jeans, and a nice grey shirt that showed off his trim and
oh-so-hot body.

As I was checking him out I said, "Well at least you didn't put on a white
T-shirt. Let's go."

"I don't want people to think we're dating either dork.  You're driving?"

"As always."

I did always drive; I'm the older brother. I'm the boss!  Tonight was going
to be fun, a bunch of hot guys shaking what they've got to get that
$200.00.  I was wishing that Eric were up for the idea of entering the
contest.

When we got to the bar it was a bust - There were maybe 15-20 guys there
and no one had signed up for the contest.

"So much for internet reviews." I moaned.

"Well let's have a couple of beers and head out." Offered Eric.

"O.K.  I picked the place - I'll get the beers. But I have no idea of where
to go now."

When I came back with our beers and a whiskey shots Eric mentioned, "Hey I
saw a place on the way here that had something in the window about an
underwear contest, let's check it out.  It can't be worse than this place."

"You're right, let's bolt.  A shot, then pound your beer and we'll go."

"O.K. boys it looks like we have a contest!" came over the speakers.

"Hey what's this?" I said.

"Oh likely some guy finally got drunk enough to take his pants off."

"Maybe." I said with a grin. "Just wait."

The announcement continued. "We have TWO contestants tonight. Our first is
of course Matt." 14 of the fifteen guys groan and the one claps. "The
second is new to the contest - Eric Taylor!  Will both gentlemen come up to
the stage to start the contest?"

"What!?  No way.  How the frick did..." Then it dawned on Eric.  "Tommy!
You put my name in the contest!"

"And paid the fee." I mentioned. "Common, Eric, it's not likely that you're
going to loose.  Look at him - anyway the bartender said that everyone was
sick of him always being the only one willing to do it. We can use the cash
and I know you like to show off."

The audience helped 'encourage' Eric as did the whiskey and beer he just
pounded so he went up on stage.

When they got on stage the Bartender started, "Here are the rules Eric. -
Matt already knows them.  When the music starts you put on a bit of a
'show' and start to strip down to your underwear.  When you are down to
your underwear you need to walk around in a circle, then you can walk up
and down the stage, bend-over whatever you like but you cannot touch your
underwear - I don't have the money for that fine.  If you do you are
disqualified.  If you touch your cock, you're disqualified.  If you touch
any audience member, you're disqualified. Basically, you just need to dance
or strut or whatever until the music stops then stop and stand in place for
the voting.  If you stop before the music does, you loose, the whole point
of this is the show. The better the show, the more likely you'll be walking
with the cash.  The audience picks the winner, not me."

Matt went first and gave his then famous routine.  It wasn't bad, but the
audience had seen it too many times before.

Eric stepped up on stage, and I could tell he wasn't real comfortable.  The
music started and he started to move a bit and dance.

"Strip 'em off boy!" Came from an older guy. Which only made Eric start to
blush.

"Come on Eric." I said.  "Strip them off for us." I teased.

Then the audience started chanting.  "Strip! Strip! Strip!"

Eric first started pulling up his T-shirt and once his tan stomach started
to show everyone shouted louder. "Strip! Strip! Strip!"

Most everyone couldn't see his light dusting of blonde hair going down his
pants from his belly button.  Eric pulled his shirt over his head exposing
his beautiful chest and without him being able to see, more than one guy
licked their lips.

Once the shirt was off Eric started to move more freely and I think he
started to get into it.  He started to bump-and-grind as he undid his
jeans, he continued to swivel his hips and that forced his pants down to
his ankles.  Eric wasn't planning on participating in an underwear contest
so I guess that is why he was wearing his light blue (and old) boxers.
With the stage light they even looked more threadbare than normal.

Once everyone saw the underwear there were laughs, and comments about how
silly they looked.  But I noticed more than a few guys were starting to
tent-up.

Eric started to really blush, thinking that everyone was laughing at him
(and because he was getting close to being naked at a bar with a bunch of
strangers).  He kicked off his jeans and started to walk a full circle.

The audience was really getting charged up, watching Eric walk around in
his boxers. Eric has the most amazing legs, full of blonde hair that stops
just as the legs of the boxers start.  When Eric came back to the front of
the stage and started to 'dance,' (if you could call it that), some guy in
the audience shook up his beer and sprayed him right on the chest.  Eric
was taken by surprise but remembered he could not stop dancing or he would
loose the contest.

Everyone was laughing as a trail of beer ran down his chest then down the
line of his stomach, past his treasure trail and onto the front of his
boxers - making a line of near transparent cloth.  The guys all went silent
for the briefest moment then they all laughed. Eric looked down to see what
happened and if he could, blushed even more.  At that moment everyone
grabbed their beer and started shaking.

A shower of beer hit Eric and in a moment his boxers were clinging to his
upper legs and everyone could see that he was cut, and had a nice set of
balls, and trimmed his blonde bush ever so slightly.  Eric instantly
covered his crotch but thought better of it when the bartender shook his
head no.

Then it really started to get good.  Eric, (despite his best efforts not
to), started to spring wood.  It seems to happen every time a group of guys
is staring at him and his cock. Eric really started to hope that the song
was nearly over.

As the guys started to really notice what was happening to Eric.  They
started spraying him with more beer.  Eric turned around to hide his
stiffy, and of course was volleyed with even more beer so that everyone
could see his nice bubble butt through his boxers.

The bartender picked up the mic, and over the music said, "If your are
going to turn around you have to bend over."

Eric thought about it and it seemed like a better idea than showing off his
hardening cock. So he bent over and one guy with a good aim shot him right
on the mark.  His boxers, already transparent were now sprayed up against
his now very visible crack

Eric gave up and just decided to dance the rest of the song out and try not
to think about all these guys watching him on stage.  He closed his eyes
and just danced trying not to see the guys pointing, laughing and grabbing
their own crotches.  Eric's dancing had an unexpected side effect.  His
shorts started to shift from side to side a bit and his cock PoPped right
out of the fly of his boxers.  Now nothing was left to the imagination at
all!

Because his eyes were closed Eric didn't realize his penis had 'escaped'
and he kept dancing with his now hard cock bouncing around.  The audience
loved it!  They were all clapping and whistling.  Eric thought it was
because of his dancing and started to really move his hips, sending the
guys into an even bigger frenzy.

Eric then noticed his own cock slapping against his belly and guessed what
happened.  He opened his eyes and looked in horror as his cock dripped
pre-cum on him and the floor, while every guy in the bar was laughing and
staring at him exposing himself.

This was too much!  He moved to put his cock back in his boxers, but the
bartender stopped him with a quick reminder of the rules.

Eric had no choice but to keep dancing with his hard cock bouncing around
for everyone to see.  Eric decided to turn around again and started to bend
over like before when some guy reached up and pulled on his boxers.
 
Eric was bent over with the back of his boxers pulled down past his ass. If
you looked, (which we all were); you could see his beautiful pucker.  Eric
didn't know what to do.  He couldn't remember if he could touch his
underwear or not so he just stood straight up!

Eric felt even more ridiculous than if he was completely naked.  He was
wearing his underwear with his cock sticking straight up from the fly of
his boxers and his ass hanging out the back.

The music finally stopped, Eric wondered who played the mega-dance-re-mix
of Bolero, but at least it was over.  He started to pull up his underwear
when the bartender announced, "Don't touch.  All contestants now have to
come up on stage and remain as they are for the final vote and
presentation."

Matt came up on stage in his designer boxer-briefs and stood next to Eric
with his hard dripping cock and wet boxers.  Eric was mortified.  It was
bad enough being on stage alone but he seemed even more exposed next to,
neat and dry Matt.

The bartender came up on stage and explained that the vote would be
determined by clapping and he put his hand over Matt's head.  Two people
clapped. Then he put it over Eric and everyone went wild.

"I'm not sure, let's try it again." Teased the bartender.  As he crossed
over to get back to Matt the bartender 'accidentally' knocked into Eric's
cock bouncing it from side to side as though it was waving at the group of
guys.

Again two people clapped for Matt and everyone clapped and shouted and
whistled for Eric (including the two who clapped for Matt).

"Well it's close guys." Said the bartender. "I think we have to have a
tie-breaker!"  The audience loved this and everyone agreed.

"O.K." continued the bartender.  "Since the vote was so close we'll have a
tie breaker.  Whoever can jack off and shoot the furthest will the
$200.00."

"I'm not going to do that!" Exclaimed Matt as he stormed off stage.

"I win then!" said Eric.

"Let me say it again. Whoever can jack off and shoot the furthest will the
$200.00. If neither of you can cum then neither of you get the cash."

"But what about the rule about not touching myself!" Pleaded Eric.

"Pau-leeze honey. That was for the first round, and anyway it's my bar - I
make up the rules. If you want the cash and make this whole thing worth it,
you'd better go to town! Anyway I can't imagine you don't want to finish
that off."

So Eric did just that he pulled off his shorts and started to jack off in
front of everyone.  He tried not to think about all the guys staring at him
while he stroked himself and he tried not to hear all the comments about
what they wanted to do to him.  Eric really just wanted to get this whole
thing over with and leave.

As he stroked his pre-cum oozed out and lubricated his hard cock.  He knew
it wouldn't be long before everyone would see his contorted face as he
clenched his toes and ass.

Eric started to grab at his ass and run a finger down his ass crack
stopping at his pucker to tease himself to the edge.  Eric lost all
realization that he was on-stage, naked and beer soaked in front of a group
of guys he didn't know.  He started to moan as he fingered himself. He was
pounding his cock and his balls were tight up.  I knew it was going to be
any moment.  He started to grown, "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" and a huge spray
of cum showered those who were, just a while back, spraying Eric.

Everyone started clapping and the bartender opened up his register and
pulled out the money and tossed it at Eric.  "Thanks kid! You should give
half that to your brother, you wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for him."

Eric turned to me and I could tell it wouldn't be long before I'd get mine.
Eric looked around and realized that someone had taken his underwear.  Eric
turned to me and said, "Fuck it, jut hand me my pants and lets go."

"I only have your shirt dude.  I don't know where your pants are, it's not
my job to keep track of your shit."

We left the bar, got in the car, and I drove home all the while with Eric
only wearing his shirt.



I didn't get to the pool game yet, but later I'll write more.


Tommy

Stripyounaked (at) y a h o o . c o m