Party games?

The most successful party games I've started at a party with both gays and straights, girls and boys, was at a toga party back in high school. (I guess toga parties are well known everywhere? Everybody dresses up in one bed sheet (each), like the Romans.) We happened to be in the school, next door to the gymnasium. As people had had a little to drink, I introduced a military-style race, with hurdles to get over and ropes to climb.

Of course, as everybody who has ever been to a toga party will know, the fun starts when people start loosing control of their clothing, revealing more and more skin. By introducing this game, people got extra incentives for not caring too much about that, as they wanted to be faster than the other team. As it happened, by the time it was over, one of the girls had let her breasts hang out, while two guys had given up covering up altogether. Of course, the winning team was quickly given something more to drink, to keep them from getting any ideas of replacing their togas.

This was the perfect way of getting nudity going, and by the end of the night, only the shyest people still wore their toga.

Do you have any memories of great party games?

James and I playing

As I've mentioned before, I've been hanging out with a guy called James a lot this summer. Due to some personal circumstances, he's stopped blogging, but he's been turned on by the idea that I'd be blogging about our adventures.

We're both into the exhibitionist thing, and we have explored the idea that there are things that two guys could get away with that one guy could not - for instance, a single man might be considered a pervert if he's running naked from his tent to the lake to have a swim, while two guys doing it might be considered "playful". One guy opening the door for the pizza guy in the nude could be reported to the police, while a guy opening the door with a nude guy walking past in the background, would be considered forgetful at most. (I may be writing more about this later, as the face of the pizza man clearly suggested that he would like to see more. We found an excuse for him to come back to the apartment at the end of his day of work...)

The most successful little thing we did, however, took place at the end of the night. The two of us had been partying together with a few new acquaintances, the pub we'd been to had just closed and we were eight guys passing by the town hall in the middle of town. James had just said something about still being hot, and I took the cue and "attacked" him and threw him into the little fountain next to the town hall. Playfully, he got back up and ran after me, and got a few of the other guys to help him to throw me into the fountain as well. By now, both of us were dripping wet, and our t-shirts and white shorts - with no underwear, had turned transparent. By now, the rest of the guys also wanted to join the fun, but they removed their t-shirts and shorts (or trousers) to have a little bath in their briefs or boxers. James and I also threw off our t-shirts. I already thought this was quite sexy, but our drunk friends didn't stop there - they started fighting for each other's underwear. Of course, James and I enthusiastically joined the fight, and as we were quite happy to lose our shorts, we were not as defensive as some of the others... By the time most of us were totally nude, there were at least ten people gathered around the fountain, watching us. And of us, at least two were starting to get hard-ons...

At this time, two police constables arrived. They seemed quite amused, actually, but nonetheless asked us to get dressed and get going. At least one of the constables watched carefully as James and I were putting on our still-transparent clothes.

This had been fun, but now we had the problem of what to do next. All of us were dripping wet, so happily the solution came quickly - one of the guys had an apartment only ten minutes away, so we were invited there. This was one of the warmer nights of this summer, so it wasn't a problem to walk in wet clothes - and people we met were looking and pointning, as the clothes evidently still didn't hide anything.

When we got to the apartment, of course everybody immediately shed their clothes. The "host" gave us towels so that we could dry off, and then everybody sat down in the living room. We didn't know what the sexual orientation of the other guys were, but I thought that if we were lucky, we could have some fun anyway. It didn't take long before I noticed that one of the other guys was having a semi-erection. I caught James' eye, and signalled what I'd seen. We seemed to understand each other: if this guy was sitting there with his erection all alone, nothing would happen. But it didn't take long for the two of us to get semi-hard either, and then the alcohol they'd consumed made the rest of the guys forget whatever inhibitions they might have had.

Soon everyone had a hard-on, but didn't seem to know what to do with it. I decided to take a chance, and started to touch my dick quite slowly and almost discreetly. James started doing the same at the other end of the living room, and this showed everybody that this was okay. The first guy who had a semi-erection was also the first one to follow suit, and then, slowly, the rest of the guys also started jerking off.

At this point, everything was easy. Another one of the guys said: "Hey, it's better to have someone else's hand do it", and signalled that everyone should jerk off the guy to the right. Everybody seemed to like this idea, and so I had the hand of a greatlooking, 20-yearold jerking me off, while I was jerking off the huge dick of a slightly older guy who I had earlier in the night learned was an accountant. I was very much turned on by this, of course, but I also wondered if we could get so far that these guys would even give each other a blow job. In my mind, this was certainly not something that James and I could just start doing - there would be too much scepticism. However, the guy currently jerking off James - who was also the first one to get a semi-erection, was clearly enjoying everything very much, and seemed willing to do anything. So when James shifted his position just a little to put his dick within reach of the mouth of this guy, he grabbed the chance. Then James waited for maybe a minute before he turned over and started sucking the guy on his other side. Again, this set off a nice domino effect - the guy who was sucked felt how wonderful that was, and didn't think he could do anything less to his mate on the other side. Of course, there was some shuffling of feet and bodies to make sure that everybody could both be sucked and suck at the same time, but within a few minutes, we had managed even that.

The sensation was wonderful. Of course, I almost couldn't move, as I didn't want to disrupt the guy who was - very amateurishly - trying to suck my cock, at the same time as I was eating the big pole of the cool accountant. However, the quality of the sucking was not the real issue, as just the idea of what a little nudging could do for guys we hadn't known even ten hours earlier, was mind-blowing. At the same time, I decided to give the accountant an experience to remember, and made every effort to get him to - and keep him on - the verge of orgasm. Then, after a long, long time, I knew he was coming soon, and I decided to stop blowing him and going back to jerk him off. Within two minutes, his sperm was shooting across his stomach and chest. He groaned so loudly that everybody understood what was going on, and one by one, everyone else also came within a short time. Actually, I was the last one to come - and everybody had leaned back, exhausted, but watched as the unskilled guy next to me was trying to get me to come. I'm not sure he would ever have managed if we were alone, actually, but the situation and the eyes of all these guys made it for me. "I'm coming", I said, but he didn't seem to want to hear. I said it once more, but he just kept licking and sucking, so I had no choice but to shoot my load directly in his mouth. I heard a slight "wow" from one of the guys, as my friend didn't stop licking till there was nothing left to lick...

There was a certain tension after everybody had come, as two or three of the guys seemed to have second thoughts, and they gathered their clothes and got going. The rest of us actually slept around in the apartment, but went each to our places in the early morning. I'm sure at least two or three of these guys are game for a three-, four- or fivesome or something again, if they're invited. I've certainly kept their phone numbers, for use on some winter day when there's nothing fun to be done outdoors. It'll be fun.

As I mention, James and I have been doing small stunts all summer. Most of the times, people have just laughed and walked on - leaving us to have fun on our own (which has also been good). However, in lucky circumstances, you will come across a bunch of guys who can be "guided" into a kind of fun they didn't know they liked. I'm sure James and I will do more attempts later...

The naked waiters doing overtime work

My posting on being a russ and running naked through town, made me think of another nice memory from that year. I had just turned 18, was broke and wanted to go to lots of parties. A solution appeared out of nowhere...

As so often before, in the lunch break at school, I complained about not having any money. When I got back to the classroom, I forgot all about it, but as the bell rang to signal the end of the day, Fredrik approached me and said he wanted to talk to me. He lived in the same direction as me, so we started walking home, and he asked if I was really having trouble getting enough money to get by. I told him that my parents provided all necessities, but there surely wasn't much for parties and that kind of thing. "And I really love parties...", I said. Fredrik hesitated, but then he told me that he knew a simple job - but I would have to promise not to tell anyone about it, no matter if I took it or not. I got curious, and obviously promised.

"I know this guy," Fredrik said, "who told me he's going to be a waiter at a party on Friday. It's a birthday party for some rich guy, and they need several waiters, so I was offered a job as well. It pays real well - it's $1000 for the evening." "Wow", I said, but I knew there must be a catch somewhere... "I guess they need a few more, so I was asked if I knew someone. There was only a few conditions. They want waiters our age. Only boys. And handsome." (I realized that Fredrik had just called me handsome, but I was too interested in the offer to comment on that.) "But why do they pay so well?", I asked. "That's the little thing. They want the waiters to be naked."

Fredrik told me that this was a gay, rich guy's party, and as a special little treat for him, he (and the 33 guests) would be served by nude waiters. However, there was nothing else expected - we would only serve the food, the guests would be told that we were just to be watched, not touched, and we would be expected to leave when the last meal was served, after which the party would move on to the pool area and "loosen up".

Fredrik looked at me as if expecting an answer, and I realized that I had just taken it for granted that I would say yes - I hadn't even considered not doing it. "So you will do it?", I asked. "Yes - I need the money," he said, and I simply replied "So do I."

This conversation happened on a Wednesday, so I had 48 hours to think of what to expect. I would be naked in front of 34 gays, and I wondered if I would at all be able to keep from getting a hard-on. The set-up turned me on immensely, but at the same time I worried what might happen - would someone expect me to sleep with them? $1000 was surely too much just to be naked for a few hours? On the other hand, Fredrik seemed to trust them completely.

Friday appeared. In the afternoon, I went to Fredrik's place, and took the subway together to a nice western neighboorhood, where we were supposed to be working, where we met two other waiters-to-be I didn't know. We were enthusiastically approached by a guy, Tom, who was apparently in charge of the whole event. He reiterated the pay, the conditions and told us that we were expected to stay until midnight. Then we would be able to get the last subway home. "I guess the people will be busy with their food until then, and you will miss the wilder parts... But if someone misbehaves, just let me know", he said.

I looked at the other two waiters, and realized that I was quite flattered to be chosen as part of this team. They were gorgeous. Tall and charming, with nice smiles. I greeted them, and got to know their names: Anders and John. We didn't have the chance to talk, however, there was some preparation to do. The plan was that we would enter when the guests had just been seated, and serve them some wine. By that time, we were supposed to wear a black bow tie and nothing else. So we had to be quick to undress and start working on the bow ties... I saw that the guys I was working with was just as athletic as I was - they had great muscles, and Anders even had an impressive six-pack. He also knew how to tie the bow tie, so after a few fruitless efforts on my part, he had to come over and tie it for me as well. Having a naked beauty as him within reach already started to make it really difficult for me to control my erection...

Then time was suddenly up, and we were sent into the dining room with bottles of wine. We were clearly appreciated - the guests gasped of delight when they saw the four of us entering - then everybody applauded. We smiled and poured wine - and it was all very friendly. The only problem I had was that I couldn't keep soft. I tried to concentrate on pouring the wine in exactly the right way (I had waited tables before, so I knew how to do it), but all around I noticed that the guests were watching our dicks, and I couldn't get that out of my mind. So by the time I got ouf of the room to get the last bottle of wine, I was decidedly semi-erect. In a show of willpower, I managed to walk back in, serve the wine, smile and chat, all the time thinking of the periodic system of chemistry - in an effort to avoid having an all-out scandalous raging hard-on. I managed it - but couldn't help noticing that people were paying attention...

Now we had a few minutes (a short speech) before serving the starters, and I went to a neighbouring room to sit down and think of something else for a little while. It didn't really work very well, and all of a sudden we were standing in line ready to enter with the starters. The "master of ceremonies" (Tom) said that we were about to enter, but then added: "You may have noticed that one of our waiters had some problems keeping altogether "professional" in the lower regions. Does that bother you?" Everybody shouted "No!". Then Tom went on: "I considered giving him the rest of the day off - but then that's not necessary?" "No!" "Or maybe we could offer him the chance to wear some trousers?" Still more enthusiastically: "NO!" Obviously,Tom had grasped the chance to make some fun out of my "problems", and the added attention made sure that I couldn't keep it down anymore. The other three waiters were also looking at me - and at my dick - which didn't help a bit either. Therefore, by the time we entered, my dick was rock hard, I could feel my heart bouncing inside me, but at least I knew that this group of people actually was pleased to see my dick - which made me a bit less afraid, but even more embarrassed and horny.

I walked around with a hard-on for the whole evening. I enjoyed it more and more - and as I started to noticing the bulges in the guests' trousers, I got more and more confident. The few sentences I exchanged with the guests were soon full of innuendo and flirtation. The other three guys, however, managed to get through the main course without getting noticeably excited (I don't know how), but by the time of the desserts and the dessert wine, they were all erect as well. And as we all (the fabulous four naked waiters) were still beautiful and charming, I'm sure the guests were having the dinner of a lifetime. Some of them started to get a little out of hand - at least five either slapped my ass or "inadvertedly" touched my dick.

"Time to go home," Fredrik said when we were back in the kitchen for the final time. What a anticlimax of a great night, I thought, so I asked him if we couldn't have a very quick swim in the pool before leaving. Fredrik looked at his watch, but was apparently too tempted to mind that the last subway would be gone. He said "We'll make it quick, before the guests come out there", but I think we both knew that we couldn't possibly be that quick. Anders and John had listened in on our talk, and were clearly uncertain about what to do, but as Fredrik and I walked out the door, I said "Come with us, it'll be fun!", and that seemed to convince them.

We had fun in the pool for about five minutes, but I guess that the knowledge that people would be pouring in soon, made it impossible to lose the hard-on. But then the guests arrived, and Tom told us, politely, that our work was over, and that if we stayed, he would have no way of controlling the guests' behaviour. John and Fredrik looked at each other, got out of the pool and headed for the door, while Anders and I stayed put. Fredrik looked back at me, incredulously - and a bit envious - and then walked out, while Tom said "Hm, that's a pleasant surprise..."

I grabbed a pool mattress, and got on top of it. Anders did the same, and soon we were lying on our backs side by side. The guests were all around the pool now, and most were undressing while looking at us. Suddenly, I felt someone touching my dick. It was Anders, of course, who had started jerking me off with his right hand. I moved my left hand underneath his right hand, across his six-pack belly, and took hold of his dick. He was hard and big, and jerking him felt wonderful. The guests kept removing their clothes, but slowly, because they were concentrating on our action. I looked at the guests, and then moved my eyes to him - this perfect specimen of a nude waiter. He smiled, but not his charming, easygoing smile, but a more greedy, horny kind of smile. I looked him in his beautiful eyes, and we kept working each other until suddenly, he came violently, and I felt his cum on my hand. Immediately, I came as well, taken aback by remembering that lots of people were looking. Then I let go of his eyes, and looked at his well-trained body, his chest having a huge load all over it, and I looked at myself, and saw the very same image. We breathed hard - and then the spell was broken by bodies hitting the water - first one, then several. The guests had entered the water, ready for a wonderful evening in the water.

Anders and I stayed there for a little while, just because we were both very turned on by seeing all that was going on there. But when we left, Tom followed us, and he seemed very satisfied. "Don't take this the wrong way," he said, "of course, we don't want to pay you for having sex... But that thing you did in the pool was just the right thing for this party to go in the right direction... Could we double your pay?" We nodded.

But then, after towelling off, we decided that we didn't want to remember this night only for being paid for sex. So we had sex once more - just the two of us, in a tiny locker room next to the pool. This time, I got to taste his dick, and he got to get to know mine a bit better as well... Then we went our separate ways, and started to plan our own big parties for the future...