[MasterBilly]

At 15 I was in many ways a typical teenager, interested in most things especially football and music. I hated politicians and the way that deliberately tried to screw over the young. I was openly bisexual although it was not a problem in my school, many of the lads in my year were either bi or gay and we often hung around together. An isolated gay might get picked on at school, but it's hard to pick on a group of 5 or 6.

That is exactly how it was at Dicko's sleepover, it was arranged for bank holiday weekend when Dicko’s parents were going to be away and there would be five of us. Ian Dixon, gay and one of my best mates, known as Dicko; as he reckons it's because he has a massive dick, in reality it's just a shortened version of his surname. Next was James Benson, a tough kid with a dark complexion, not half-caste but he looked Mediterranean. James always liked to call the shots, he had what's called a dominant character and was also bi. Then came Paul Norton, I didn't really like Paul, he was fat and boring; well fat-ish, fat compared to me anyway. After Paul there was Jake Wells, the trophy. He was blonde and really cute with it, he had a slim body and I was desperate to get my cock inside him, maybe this weekend it would happen! Jake was totally gay, much to the disappointment of many of the girls in our year. Finally there was me, Andy Hull, small with brown hair, skinny, a virgin but a nice personality, well I think so! The furthest that I had got with a girl was swapping tongues and a quick feel under the blouse. I had better success with boys; received a blow job, given three and been involved in many mutual wanks. As time passed by I was becoming ever more ‘anal curious' but had not yet plucked up the courage.

Anyway, back to Ian Dixon’s sleepover, five 15 year olds; two gays, three bisexuals and anything could happen. I fully expected that all five of us would be ejaculating at some point during the evening and I couldn't wait to watch Jakey Wells shoot his load. I was told to be at Ian's house for 7 o'clock, I got there at 6:50 and was the last to arrive.

We spent the first hour or so just watching telly before going up to his room, ostentatiously to ‘search for porn' on his computer, though why we had to go to his room to do that when we all had mobile phones, Ian obviously had some ulterior motive.

Ian and James took charge of the computer with the rest of us looking on, I shuffled up close to Jake so that our knees were touching, he looked at me but I pretended not to notice. I had an erection and because I was wearing loose boxers and trousers it was evident, I stole a look at Jake's crotch, there was no significant bulge, shame!

"Way oh lads, Andy's got a rock on," called out Paul.

I didn't really like Paul Norton, but I didn't hate him, he just like to embarrass me from time to time, like now. Now all four sets of eyes stared at my crotch area and I shuffled uneasily about.

"You're easily pleased Andy, this porn’s crap," declared James, still staring at my boner.

"Naw, it's sitting next to Jake that's causing it," joked Ian, but on this Jake did move a couple of inches away from me, much to my disappointment.

We carried on surfing porn until we got bored and then sat on Ian's double-bed and just talked. At some point Paul suggested that they all held me down and de-bagged me. I tried to brave it out by laughing back, but I was nervous, I knew that Ian would never join in and it was his house so technically he was in charge. I did not think Jake would either, but it all depended on James, he was a tough lad and could be quite boisterous at times. If he agreed with enough enthusiasm then he might carry Jake along. I didn’t know why I was so nervous, we would almost certainly be seeing each other’s cocks before the night was out anyway, but it was just the thought of being de-bagged against my will, the centre of laughter, the focal point of humiliation and the thought that they might not stop at my trousers!

I was saved by James’s lack of interest. “What’s the point, we will all be stripping off when we go to bed anyway.”

So the conversation moved on, Ian started talking about sex and how he thought gays were better at giving ‘blow jobs’ than women, because they knew exactly what to do. The conversation ran its course until it was suggested that we play strip Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Again James did not appear eager. “Why, we’re all going to be stripping down soon anyway.”

“It’s a bit of fun, that’s all,” answered Jake.

“And we can have forfeits for the loser,” Ian suggested.

“What forfeits?”

After much discussion it was decided that we would deal out nine playing cards; four Aces, four 10’s and a Joker. The first one naked would be dealt six cards and the second one naked would be dealt three. If you received an ace it meant that you would have to receive anal sex, if you were dealt a 10 then it meant that you would have to give a blow job and if you were dealt the Joker then it meant that you would be tied down and used any way that the winner wanted.

The same nine cards would then be dealt out to the three winners. The last person wearing any clothes would receive five, the last one naked would receive three and the third one naked would receive a single card.

“So the loser who picked up the 10 of Clubs would have to give a blow job to the winner who picks up the 10 of Clubs,” confirmed Ian.

“And the winner who gets the Ace of Spades gets to fuck the arse of the loser who is dealt the Ace of Spades.”

“Who gets to fuck the loser who gets the Joker?” I asked. “And who gets to decide how he is tied up?”

“Entirely up to the winner who picks up the Joker,” grinned James.

“And if it’s me and you’re the loser, I’m going to tie you up to the bench in the garden and invite the entire village to fuck you,” beamed Paul in my direction.

“All forfeits have to be paid in this bedroom just between us five,” stated Ian matter of factly, in effect overruling Paul.

“Yeah, what goes on in this house stays in this house,” added James.

“If I win that means I would have to fuck or be sucked off five times this evening, I won’t be able to achieve that,” I told the other four.

“Tough, if you haven’t the stamina that’s your problem.” Paul always liked to have a pop at me.

“He’s right,” added James. “It is a lot of times to burn your sperm in one evening.” After further discussion it was agreed that the winners could have until 12 noon the following day to ‘collect their winnings’ and nobody was allowed to leave the house until then.

“Are we all in?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah,” I added nervously.

“Fucking high stakes,” said Jake, echoing my thoughts. “The biggest loser could be fucked up the arse four times, made to give a blow job and then be tied up and gang banged by the rest for 12 hours.”

Further discussion took place and eventually we decided that the bondage session would last for one hour maximum.

“Well,” asked Ian.

“Yeah, okay,” Jake eventually said.

We all had to start with eight items of clothes each; Jake and Paul were okay, I only had seven but was wearing a belt which would count. James had nine and so agreed to take his belt off. Ian only had 5 items on, it was his house so was the only one not wearing shoes, he grabbed a cap and scarf from his wardrobe and put on James’s belt, we were all ready.

First, second and third rounds were a draw, the fourth round me and Ian went for Rock, the other three for Paper. It was a duel between me and Ian. I desperately wanted to avoid losing the first heat, I knew it is meaningless so early on, but I think that it sets the tone for the rest of the game and there was a lot at stake. In the duel I went for Scissors and I looked down with joy as Ian held out his straight palm of Paper.

He shrugged his shoulders as he took his cap off and threw it in the corner of the room.

The second heat had to be me didn't it, it after three draws I went for Rock as all four of them chose Paper, just my luck I thought as I removed my right trainer. But that was the start of an excellent run for me. Cute Jake lost the next two on the bounce and was down to his socks before Ian lost a game costing him his scarf then Jake lost a third and had to remove his left sock. Paul lost the next heat costing him his left shoe. The next round saw me and Jake declare Scissors while all three others went for Rock. It was down to a duel between me and Jake and I was desperate for him to be the first one naked. I had read somewhere that the best tactic for Rock/Paper/Scissors is in the event of a draw to go for the same choice again. Apparently human nature dictates that both contestants will change their choice after a draw and so will naturally choose the winner of the next contest. In other words Jake would think that I would now choose either Rock or Paper so he would go for Paper knowing that he couldn't lose. So if I stuck with Scissors I would get his second sock off!

He didn't, he chose Rock; so much for that theory as I removed my second trainer.

The next four heats alternated between James and Paul, then Jake lost again, now barefoot he was close to showing some real flesh. The stakes were high and whilst most of us were laughing and joking Jake had started to become intensely serious.

Ian lost again, removing his belt; then Paul who lost his second sock. The next heat went to a three-way tie Ian, James and Jake; Jake lost, brilliant! He removed his shirt displaying a plain white T-shirt. He was now only three losses away from being naked.

The following heat went on for ages, there were 7 draws before I dropped out leaving a four-way tie. Two more four way draws had us laughing at the absurdity of it all, eventually after several more rounds Ian lost removing his left sock.

I had by now lost only one of the previous 15 heats and was due a loss, I was fairly philosophical about removing my right sock. The next four heats were even with Ian, Paul, Jake and James all losing one heat each, I looked at the emerging scene optimism building inside. James was doing best of all, he still had his left sock on and was wearing 5 items in total. Paul and Ian were doing ok; Ian was wearing a t-shirt and trousers as well as some form of underwear, almost certainly boxers knowing Ian. Paul had a polo shirt and trousers, as well as underwear obviously. Jake was fairing worst of and was down to his jeans.

I was equal with James, I had only lost three items, so had five on. Things were looking good and I already had a semi on. If Jake lost then he would have to pick 6 cards up, even if I only came second I would be given 3 winning cards, unless I was very unlucky in the deal I would surely get at least one of Jake's cards, possibly two, meaning either a blow job from him or a shag; hopefully both! The thought that I would be losing my virginity up Jake's bum was incredible and the vision of him naked, on his knees sucking me off was even better, I no longer had a semi, it was now rock solid.

Unfortunately I lost the next two on the bounce which brought me back down to earth and cost me my belt and my last sock, then James lost one as well, which was long overdue.

The next heat saw two draws before me and Jake chose Scissors, I looked down in disbelief as I saw all three others choose Rock, it was down to a duel between me and Jake. If I lost it would mean me stripping off my top meaning that I would be in joint last place with Jake and I would have lost 3 out of 4! If I won it would mean beautiful Jake would be down to his underpants.

The first duel was a draw and as I shook my fist for the replay I decided to go for Scissors, I brought my hand down and at the last minute change my mind and held out a clenched fist, I looked across at Jake's open fingers in delight, Rock beats Scissors, start stripping Jake.

"Looks like I'm fucked," Jake seemed resigned to the inevitable as he dropped his jeans down his slender legs revealing light blue briefs, his arse looked absolutely gorgeous in them and admiring his body did nothing to reduce my massive erection.

"Andy’s enjoying the view," said Ian smiling at me.

“I don't mind people looking at me," claimed Jake discontentedly. "I just don't want to have my arse banged four times if I lose," he sulked.

"You knew the rules before we started," James informed him.

"I know, I know."

Ian lost the next two, revealing jet black boxes, typical Ian attire. He was a good mate as well as being 100% gay and I had seen him strip on many occasions.

Paul Norton lost the next one and whilst I wasn't particularly interested in shagging him, or even seeing him naked for that matter, there was a smug satisfaction in seeing him closer to getting his comeuppance.

Then James lost a heat meaning he was down to his last three items and equal with me.

The following heat was another long drawn out affair with multiple draws and people dropping out one at a time. After an overly long protracted battle we finally got down to me and Jake.

Feeling super confident and well aware that it was me that got him down to his underpants I shook my hand three times and then held out Scissors, Jake had done the same. In the rematch we both chose the same again. Surely he would go for Paper in the next round after all that's what my so-called theory predicted. I confidently went for Scissors a third time fully expecting to be only seconds away from admiring Jake's fully naked body. I had never seen him naked before and was looking forward to receiving proof that he was indeed a natural blonde.