I was hanging out at a friend's house. It was the middle of summer and neither of us had much to do. Paul was a year older than me and I envied the freedom his parents had given him.

He was only 18 and his parents had let him move out of his bedroom and into their basement. Now it's not like it had a separate entrance or anything, but the room was bigger than anything I was used to and afforded Paul more privacy than I was accustomed to.

Not that privacy meant much to Paul. The guy had no shame. He slept in his underwear and for most of the morning was forever walking around the house unclothed.

And his parents didn't seem to mind. He'd wake up, wander upstairs, make some breakfast, go watch some TV - all in his underwear.

Then he would wander back downstairs to shower and get dressed.

I was amazed and more than a little jealous. We were sitting in his backyard on the picnic table with his younger brother, Steve, and another friend, Jay, talking about how lucky he was when two of his neighbors hopped the fence.

Heather and Jennifer were Steve's age... probably 18 or so and apparently they had been listening to our conversation. It was clear that they didn't believe a word of what we were saying.

"I can't believe your parents let you walk around undressed all the time," snapped Jennifer. Paul shrugged.

"What's the big deal?" "Don't you get embarassed?" asked Heather shyly.

"What's to be embarassed about?" Paul stretched his hands above his head and cracked his knucles so that his t-shirt rode up, exposing just the tiniest bit of his tanned waist. If nothing else he was a show-off and enjoyed the idea of teasingthe girls.

"I'm not ashamed of the way I look." Jennifer folded her arms across her chest. "I still don't believe it," she said.

"I don't think your parents let you go around half-naked. It's just not right. And even if they did, I don't think you've got the guts to do it." Jennifer was obviously playing up to Paul.

She was curious to see just how far he'd take this line of conversation. "Is that so?" Paul smiled. He loved a challenge. "You don't think I've got the guts? What about if I did this?" He unfastened the top button of his jeans and grinned when Jennifer's eyes immediately fastened on his crotch. "What about if I did this?" He slowly tugged his zipper down, watching Jennifer's eyes go wide. "Would you believe me if I did this?" He started to spread the flaps of his jeans apart so that she could see a hint of the baby blue cotton underneath, but then stopped. "You're probably correct. It's just not right.

" He mimicked the tone of her voice perfectly. He stood up and beckoned us to follow as he moved towards the house, which was a shame.

I was just as disappointed as they obviously were to see that Paul had stopped his little stripshow.

I figured that he had lost interest in teasing the girls, when he turned back to face them. "If you're really interested in seeing who's got the guts, come on back after lunch and we'll finish this.

" Sure enough, after lunch Paul, Steve and I sat in his basement bedroom.

Both Steven and I were a little anxious.

Paul and Steve's parents were away at work, so we didn't have to worry about any interruptions but he hadn't said a word about what was going to happen when the girls arrived. It was one thing for Paul to offer to put on a strip tease act for some of the neighborhood girls, but it was totally another thing to volunteer us along with him. Steve looked alot like his brother, tall and blond with a stocky, muscular build. They shared a short haircut, and often wore similar clothes. The only difference between them was that where Paul was adventurous and outgoing, Steve was quieter and laid back. Not that he couldn't show a wild side when he wanted to, but it took him longer to get himself going.

Jay was Paul's age, very tanned with dark curly blond hair. He was the tallest of us all and easily the slimmest. He was also a quiet one - with a very subdued personality.

Nothing seemed to excite or interest him but he always went along with whatever Paul suggested. Today was no exception.

He was lounging on the couch, in his own little world when Paul explained what was going to happen.

He handed each of us a set of four differently shaped cards and asked us to write our name on each card. "When the girls arrive, they'll comedown into the basement. We'll blindfold them, and give them five or ten minutes to wander around the basement. When they bump into one of us, they get to take one of our cards. They are going to have to get a complete set before we can stop the game and remove their blindfolds." I stared at Paul. I didn't see what this had to do with Paul showing the girls how much guts he had, or how much he enjoyed showing off his half-naked body, but as long as I got to keep my clothes on, I wasn't going to complain.

"Before long, Heather and Jennifer arrived. Paul met them at the door and explained the game to them while we waited in the basement. After a few minutes the girls came downstairs giggling. I wasn't sure what Paul had told them but their faces were red and it was obvious that they were pretty eager to get the game started as they wrapped the blindfolds around their eyes. Paul turned out the lights and the game began. None of us were sure if we were supposed to avoid the girls or not, but since Heather and Jennifer needed to have a complete set of four different cards before the game could go any further, we started to accidently run into them so that they could collect our cards. As it turned out, I only had to give one of my cards to Heather before the first part of the game was over.

The guys sat down on the couch, while the girls took their blindfolds off. "Now the fun begins," explained Paul.

"And we'll get achance to see who's got the guts to get naked." I froze. It was clear from the expression on the girls' faces that they knew what was coming next. I looked at Steve nervously and he returned my stare with a shrug of his shoulders. We could only wait to hear what Paul had cooked up, but it was becoming obvious that it was going to involve some of us undressing, possibly even getting naked.

Paul had a wicked grin on his face.

He was totally in the spotlight and loving every minute of this. "Jennifer and Heather have each got a collection of cards. Each one of those cards is a different shape. And each one of those cardsh as one of our names on it. The girls are going to read the name they have on one of their cards, and then they are going to remove one piece of clothing from whoever's nameis on their card.

" Steven and I exchanged glances again.

I was a little relieved as I had only given up one card.

How much could they get to see if they only got to take off one piece of clothing.

Steve, on the other hand, had only two cards left.

It wouldn't be a real stretch to imagine him having to lose both his pants and underwear, in a worse case scenario. "How do we know which piece of clothing they get to remove?" asked Jay. He slouched on the sofa, completely at ease. He didn't look either worriedor excited. Maybe he hadn't lost any of his cards, I grumbled. Paul pulled out four envelopes, each one bearing a word on the outside flap.

"That's easy," he grinned. "They've all been labelled." He pickedup the one marked "socks" and held it up for everyone to see. Inside the envelope was acircle.

He looked at the girls. "Take it away." Jennifer giggled. "Don't you mean, Take it off?" She dropped her circle on the table, and Heahter did the same. The circles had Paul's name on oneand Steve's on the other. Paul stepped up to Jennifer and put his leg on the table.

Giggling, she removed his sweat sock and then turned her attention to his other leg. Heather did the same thing for Steve. Inside, I groaned. It would have been great to have had my shape called right away. I kept my fingers crossed that the triangle would be the nextshape to be called. Paul grapped the next enevelope which was labelled, "shirt". Inside was a rectangle.

Steve smiled in relief. "That's my other shape," he called, pleased at having to bare no more than his chest.

"Who gets to do the honours?" Jennifer stepped up to him and unbuttoned his short sleeve shirt.

She ran her hands over his chest, before slipping her hands beneath the light cotton and pushed it to the floor. Steve shivered, then smiled, while his face turned red.

He sat down quicly in a lazyboy and stretched his hands behind his head, eager to watch the rest of the show now that he knew he was safe. Paul stepped in front of Heather. "I guess that means that you get to take my shirt," he said, his eyes twinkling. Heather nodded, and pulled his tank top over his head. It was clear that Paul had spent some time working out, as his abs were well-defined. Both Heather and Jennifer had a hard time keeping their eyes off his chest, and Paul knew it. As he made his way over to the next envelope, he let his fingers run up and down his chest, circling his nipples and tracing the thin path of light hair that ran down the centre of his chest towards his belly where it disappeared under his low-cut jeans. Paul opened the envelope labelled "pants" slowly.

I chewed my lip nervously until I heard him say that the guys who were going to lose their pants were theg uys that had given up the square. I couldn't believe my ears. The triangle was the last shape to be called which meant I was goign to have to let one of these girls strip me of my underwear. My stomach knotted at the thought of exposing myself, but at the same time I was excited at getting the chance to show off.

Especially infront of the other guys. And in the meantime, I'd get to watch two of my pals have their pants pulled off. There was a tingle in my crotch as my teenage c--- started to stiffen. I watched Paul step in front of Jennifer. "Now let's seewho's got the guts," he said huskily.

Despite himself, it looked like Paul was starting to get into this more than he thought he would. "If you're up for it," he added as a challenge. Jennifer could only stare at his jeans.

"Well you definately look like you're up for it," she said as she put her fingers on his bulging crotch. "Feels like it, too." Without another word she had his zipper down and his buttons unfastened. She took a deep breath as she spread his jeans apart and then took her time sliding them down over his hips... thighs...

knees.

When the jean sreached his ankles Pauls stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He turned proudly to show us all his baby blue briefs, with the cotton fabric stretch tightly over his growing crotch. Beside him, Jay had stepped up to Heather. He was wearing vinyl racing pants which buttoned up the outside of his leg. Heather was taking her time unding one button at a time.

She had started at the top of his left leg so that byt he time she had reached the bottom of that leg, his pants were unfolding infront of him showing us all the coloured boxers he wore beneath his pants. She ripped the remaining buttons open quickly and let his pants drop to the floor. As usual, Jay wore no expression on his face. It was almost as if he was used to having his pants ripped off of his body. Except that, like Paul, his boxers were tented out in front of him, showing us all a clear outline of the boner he was sporting. Paul tossed the last envelope on the table. "I think we all know what this means," he said with a wicked grin as he traced the outline of the hardon in his shorts.

"Who's going to be first?" I took a deep breath and stood up.

I could feel my stomach knoting and unknotting itself as I moved forward. "Who gets to do the honours?" I asked. Heather smiled and stood in front of me. "You're going to have to remove these first," she said, pointing at my pants. My face reddened, but I didn't back down. I unfastened my belt and let if fall to the floor. Then, one button at a time I unfasted my fly until my baggy pants were hanging low on my hips.

I couldn't help but notice that Heather had her eyes on my crotch the whole time which made my stiff c--- harden even further.

It strained against the fabric of my underwear as I bent overand let my pants fall to the ground. When I stood up I put my hand on my hips. "You can takeit away from here." I watched her fingers approach my shorts. Gently she lifted my shirt out of the way with one of her hands. It was obvious she didn't want anything interfering with her viewing pleasure. Her other hand spent some time exploring the feel of my shorts.

She passed her palm over my cotton covered crotch, each stroke causing a shiver in my groin.

Then she hooked her finger into the waistband of my underwear and pulled it away from my body letting my c--- leap to attention. With a shy smile she peeked inside my shorts, which made my face feel even hotter, then released the elastic band so that it trapped my c--- against my belly. She began to rub my head between her two fingers, then slipped her hand beneath my shorts and closed her fingers around my shaft. Heather bent my c--- forward, which pulled my underwear lower, exposing my balls for all to see, then finally released my rod and lowered my shorts to the floor. I gave everyone a chance to see my naked legs, then grabbed my jeans and pulled them on.

"There's no reason I need to leave these on the ground, is there?" Paul shook his head, "Do what you want. The rules only say that you have to lose your underwear." Jennifer spoke up. "And now it's your turn, Paul." She stepped towards him and grabbed the waistband of his shorts and whipped them to the ground before he could say another word. His c--- slapped against his belly a few times.

Paul let Jennifer stroke it a few times, then she moved towards the door with Heather. She was starting to look a little uncomfortable.

"We have to go now, but we'll have to do this again sometime.

" Paul grinned. "Count on it." After they left, Paul stretched out on the couch. "Well that was a great beginning, but I'm hardly ready to call it quits.

Who's up for continuing the game?" We all looked at one another and it was obvious from the bulges in our pants that all of us were up for it.

"Let's go for it!" to be continued sometime in the new year