Late
Tuesday afternoon, Tom and Benny came by while I was in the yard cleaning up
after Buster. Once inside, I introduced
them to everyone and when they saw Aunt Sarah starting to fix dinner, Tom
apologized to her, telling her they were “kidnapping” me for my bachelor party.
Then he invited my male cousins along. I
mentioned to Tom that most of them were straight, but he didn’t seem to mind;
“The more the merrier!” he said. Of
course T.J. wanted to come along, but knowing my friends the way I do, I made
sure that he stayed home with Aunt Sarah and cousin Jenna. He may be my Best Man on tomorrow (tomorrow!!),
but I didn’t want to warp his brain any more than it already was; he is only
sixteen after all.
Benny
practically pushed me out of the kitchen and up to my room so I could change
and twenty minutes later I was tossing my car keys to Trace so he, Paul, Ryan
and Tommy could follow Tom’s car. After
Clay, Mike and I climbed into the back of Tom’s car, the nine of us were
off. The first place we ended up was
Brooklyn Bowl – a bowling alley in Williamsburg. I was totally confused by the choice, but
when we got inside, there were twenty other guys there, all friends of mine,
and we had the place to ourselves for a couple of hours. That was a lot of fun – beer and pizza and
burgers and bowling. After that, we all
climbed into our respective cars and headed to Times Square, where the guys took
me to a drag show at Lips. It was one of
the funniest shows I’d seen in a long time. Afterward we headed downtown and started club hopping.
We started at Splash, but Tuesdays are College
Night. Since we didn’t want to be surrounded
by frat boys and wannabes, we left pretty quickly and headed to The Monster in the
Village where we danced for a couple of hours in-between ogling the go-go boys.
Most of the guys started saying their good-nights
around midnight, they did have to work the next day, so leaving was understandable.
Only they didn’t go home as I found out later.
Tom and
Benny and Me and my cousins left Monster a little before 1 a.m. and walked in the
night for a bit before heading to the train. Tom and Benny took us only a few stops and a little
bit before 2 a.m. we ended up at what I thought was a warehouse. It turned out to be this artist-studio/loft of
the friend of a friend and when we got upstairs, all the guys were there – they
had gone ahead of us to surprise me with the real bachelor party! The music was pumping and there was more than enough
food and booze. About a half hour after my
cousins and I got there was when the strippers showed up! There were three of them, each one looking as if
he just stepped out of an International Male catalogue! They each took a turn doing their dance routine
which ended with each of them letting me run my hands over their bodies as they
each gave me a lap dance.
I must
admit, it was pretty fun having three naked men pay attention to me, even if I did
know they were being paid to do it. But as
fun as it was, they just weren’t my type. Despite the fact that they were buff beyond belief,
each one was either manscaped within an inch of their lives or were totally shaved.
The one guy that had a foreskin was also
the one guy with no pubic hair whatsoever, not even any stubble! It was like he had shaved just a few hours before
showing up at the party. Anyway,
I did what I was expected to do – pawed them a little, squeezed a hard nipple or
two, lightly spanked their asses and manhandled their junk. I ooh-ed and ahh-ed
at the size of their hard dicks, when in truth, I’ve seen bigger. Around 4 a.m. the strippers left and soon after
that the guests started saying their good-byes again, this time for real. (I wonder how many of them actually made it to
work.)
Around
5:30 I woke my cousins and told them we were leaving to get the cars, which meant
a trip to the parking garage on 4oth Street in Midtown before we could drive back
to the house. Aunt Sarah was in the kitchen
making coffee when we all stumbled in and before you know it, she was cooking breakfast
then shooing us all to bed. I woke up briefly
around noon then drifted off again for another couple of hours.
Ian left
for his brother’s after he got home from work. He asked me how my night out with the guys went
while he was packing the last few items, and I told him everything (well, almost
everything). I’m sure his night out was just
as fun and eventful as mine was.
It’s been kind of lonely at night since
Ian went to spend his last few single nights with his brother. Not that I was lonely, mind you, with all the
guests we have, but I really dislike sleeping alone in our bed. And after tomorrow, I hope never to have to sleep
alone again.
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