I can't remember why I'd gone along to Bob's stag night - but I remembered having a bit more to drink than normal. There were strippers, food, a crap DJ but strictly no dancing, and then party games! The DJ decided volunteers were required - about 10 of us got up. "It's usually 'stags vs hens' for this game but I'll have to split you lot up in another way." He thought for a split second and then came up with 'boxers vs briefs' "So we can all identify our team mates, every body down to the basics double time" he started to play the stripper tune to much shouting of "get 'em off" from the audience and groans from us volunteers. "Y'know we still can't tell the difference...can we boys?" You you you you and you need to lose the pants and the final teams will be 'skin vs cloth'. Nobody could back out at this stage. The show had to go on. The DJ put out 5 chairs for the 10 contestants. "Two bums per chair please - sitting on laps is obligatory" I quickly sat down and a hairy naked arse slapped itself down on me. The music started and stopped almost immediately. This time I got to sit on the lap of a rugby player from the skin team. He held me around the waist and was chatting to his mate on the next chair. He hooked his thumbs into my undies and pushed them down at the back. I could feel his coarse pubes and hot c**k on my arse. He pushed them down further and put his foot on them. I was getting a hard on as he jiggled me up and down and spread my legs. The music started again and my "partner" held me back pinning my arms and waving my d**k at the stags as they passed by touching it for good luck.
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