Eric's little party

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humiliation Sex  |  House: Stripping and Humiliation

George has nothing to do on Saturday night. So he goes through his contact list and centers on Eric, a hot, friendly Black dude who enjoys being spanked. Turns out Eric's throwing a small party in his Chinatown apartment. George attends, and things go south for the host.

George was bored, bored, bored.

No plans for a Saturday night. It had just snuck up on him.

George went through his phone contacts.

Bob: NO.

Terry: HELL NO.

Gina: Yuck.

Lenny: Maybe.

Eric: LIkes to be spanked. Hmm. Yes. Hot Eric Roan, that hoity-toity but masculine art director who resembled the hot actor Clifton Davis from a TV show George could not recall.

George called Eric, a refined, handsome, short, Black art director with a well-trimmed beard and a receding hair line and a very deep voice. Eric had a better-than-OK bod with slight love handles and an unimpressive penis, but his ass was good and juicy.

Erie: "George! I was just thinking about you, dude."

George: "I was wondering if you'd like to go to a movie or something."

Eric: "I'm having some friends from work over. Only four. Why don't you join us?"

George: "OK, gimme a half hour?"

Eric: "Fine. It's casual, so don't go crazy, baby."

George was already showered and dressed to go out, so he merely grabbed keys and money and went off. He did stop at the corner liquor store and picked up some hooch.

George wore a mackerack over a T-shirt, jeans and a sweatshirt (all clean). Once he arrived he was greeted to Eric, Arthur, Tim, Jenny, and Betsy (none of whom George knew). With the exception of Arthur, the newcomers were in their twentiess. George pegged Arthur in his thirties. George realized Jenny and Betsy were already tipsy. George was gay, so he had a low tolerance for screechy drunk girls. He found Arthur cute in a dorky way and Tim good-lucking but bland--and it was obvious Tim was straight.

Oh well, thought George. He gave Eric a bottle of Absolut and took a spot on a couch next to Eric. It was George, Eric, Arthur, Tim, Jenny,then Betsy.

They were all half-watching some reality-TV show. When it was over, Eric suggested something livelier.

George's arrival had perked up the proceedings. He was blonde, handsome, and well-built, around 5'9".

"HOW ABOUT TRUTH OR DARE?" Betsy squealed.

"Fine," said George, knowing he would NOT be taking off any of his clothes with this bunch. But he wouldn't mind getting the males in the room naked if he possibly could.

Particularly Eric, as he knew Eric was basically a very shy man and these were his co-workers.

The rules of the game were basic: they'd start with George and simply go down the line.

When it got to Betsy, Betsy would T&D George and that would end the cycle. Then  George will simply continue the cycle which would be a repeat of the first cycle., This seemed easiest to all, especially as they got drunk and began to smoke weed, offered by Eric.

George T&D'D Eric: "Truth or dare, Eric?"

Eric: "Truth."

George: "Have you ever gotten laid with any of these people?"

Eric: "Well, you, silly."

Jenny said, "Oooooooooooh." 

George felt dumb. "UH, yes. I can confirm this."

Eric turned to Arthur. "Truth or dare, Artie."

Arthur was game. He said, "Truth."

Eric: "Do you want to have sex with Tim?"

Arthur reddened. Tim laughed  "No way." 

Arthur blushed and lowered his head.

Arthur T&D Tim, reluctantly. "Truth or dare, Tim."

Tim said, "Dare."

Arthur told Tim to kiss him on the lips.

Tim grimaced, but he did it, half-heartedly.

Tim to Jennifer: "Truth or Dare, Jennifer."

Tim wanted to get this show on the road. 

Tim: "Take off your fucking blouse and leave it off for the rest of the game. "

Jennifer stiffened. But she whipped off her blouse and put it on the back of the couch.

She had no bra, but had big tits and had no qualms about them being seen.

It was her turn.

Jennfer T&D'd Betsy and Betsy took a dare.

Jennifer asked Betsy to take off her panties and wear them on her head.

Betsy wrinkled her nose, but she did it. "How long do I have to wear them?"

Jennifer "You can take them off." It wasn't very funny to begin with.

Betsy T&D'd George. Betsy wanted to get some of George's closthes off too! She knew he was gay, Eric had told her in passing.

"Uh, ttruth or dare, George," sputtered Betsy.

"Truth," said George carefully.

"Have you ever had sex with a woman?" asked Betsy.

"Yes," answered George, and left it at that.

It was now back to the original cycle, one, two, three, down the line, beginning with George.

Should we skip instead of doing the same people over and over, asked Eric.

"Nah, let's keep it simple," answered George. "But you can get creative and include others in the dare, that's done all the time."

"Very well," said Eric. He'd never played Truth or Dare before.

"Truth or dare, Eric," George said.

"Take off your pants until the end of the game," drawled George.

"Oh, my," said Eric. "Isn't that severe?"

The southern Tim yawned, '"Nah. It's the norm. Go ahead. You're just showing your laigs."

"You gotta do it," said George, who knew Eric would feel weird about sitting in his underwear in his living room at his own party..

Eric stood up and pulled off his jeans. He wore boxers. Eric took off his shoes and socks and took the pants all the way off, folding them and placing them at his feet.

"Uh, who do I do next?" Eric stammered.

"Back to Arthur," said Eric.

"Truth or Dare, Arthur" said Eric.

"Take off Tim's shirt, and hold it for him until the game is over" said Eric, when Arthur took a Dare.

Tim said, "Hey, now hold on,......"

Eric giggled, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander."

Arthur laughed, then gingerly turned to Tim, who held up his arms with a frown. He had an OK body, nothing special, some muscle, a little hairy. He wasn't happy being stripped by a homosexual man, that was obvious.

"OK, Jenny," said Tim, looking at her exposed breasts to hammer home that he was a STRAIGHT DUDE. "Truth or Dare?"

"Hmmmmmmm, Truth," said Jenny.

"Since we're both topless, how uh embarrrassed are you right now with your boobs hanging out like that and can I touch them?"

George thought, Technically, that's a truth AND a dare, but he let it go because of the weed.

Jenny laughed. "I'm not embarrassed at all!!! I LOVE MY TITS!!!!!" She squealed. "SURE YOU CAN TOUCH THEM!!!" Tim grabbed handfuls and Jenny bounced up to the bar to refill her drink.She was a tease!!! 

Tim muttered, "That was all of five fuckin' seconds."

When she returned Jenny T&D'd the bubble-headed Betsy.

"Truth or Dare, Betsy."

Betsy: "Truth, truth, truth." Betsy had small tits and she was not showing them under any circumstances.

"Who in the room would you like to fuck?

Betsy giggled......"I think.....George.....He's nice. He has a great body, too."

Eric laughed, sitting there with no pants except for boxers. "He is nice and gay. and yes, he has a great body."

Betsy T'&D'd George.

George: "Truth."

Betsy was disappointed. She wanted to get George's clothes off, she didn't care he was gay.

"How big is Eric's penis?" was Betsys question.

George took the question seriously. "As big as it needs to be."

Eric sighed in relief. Thanks, George.

George said: "Don't thank me yet. Truth or Dare."

So the next T&D was from George to Eric.

Eric, against his better judgment, said "Dare."

George said, "ERIC. Strip naked and remain that way until I tell you to put clothes on.:

The girls hollered in glee and the other boys laughed hysterically. Eric's eyes widened. Naked!

Eric said, "That is too much. George, come up with something else."

George crossed his arms and grinned at his host. "Eric, that is your dare. It's not the first time that dare has been used. in Truth or Dare. In fact, it is probably the most common."

Jenny laughed, "He's right! I did it once!"

No doubt, thought George.

Eric gulped down his drink and went over to a chair, shaking his head. On top he only wore a white T-shirt under a buttoned maroon vest. He sat down on a chair, removed his shoes and socks, revealing more of his white boxers. He sat increasingly apprehensive, looking down. Then he removed a vest and undershirt and he was almost nude, not moving, staring ahead. He verified the fly to the boxers was closed.

"Sorry, Eric," said George. "I said NAKED. Art directors know what NAKED means. Nude."

Forlornly, Eric stood up and turned his back to the couch full of party guests and slowly removed his boxers, revealing a nicely toned ass with a deep dark crack. The girls giggled, the boys just watched. Eric saw his ktten, Max, on top of the cabinet, staring at him weirdly. Eric quickly sat down and lowered his hands to his crotch. He was very embarrassed.

Eric, a very handsome 39, had a well-trimmed beard, a receding hairline, some muscle tone, slight love handles and smooth milk chocolate skin. He had large brown nipples with hair, some hair in between fleshy pecs, and sadly, a very small chocolate penis and balls nestled in dark pubes. He was humiliated and embarrassed.

"I think KItty is confused," said Arthur. No one had much noticed Max. "I guess Boss doesn't wander around nude."

"I will stay over here from now on," said Eric, huffily, crossing his legs, referring to the chair.

"The next dare is yours, Eric," said Arthur. "It's from me."

"TRUTH OR DARE, ARTHUR!!!!!!!!!!!!" Eric barked. He might be naked, but this was HIS apartment and HIS little party.

"Truth," said Arthur, now sympathetically, since Eric was Arthur's boss. 

Eric: "Are you turned on by this? Seeing your boss naked."

Arthur laughed. "Sure I am, boss. I always like lookin' at a nekkid man even one with a little cock!" Everyone laughed, except Eric. Eric would have smiled were it not for the comment about the size of his penis, which he thought very rude of Arthur, not to mention unwise

Jenny screeched, I always thought black guys hung down to their fuckin'  knees.

Betsy said, No gurl! You ever see Samusl L. Jackson's in that prison movie? It's smaller than ERIC's!

Arthur turned to Tim. "Truth or Dare."

Tim, stoned now,  was curious about where this was going. He said, "Dare."

Arthur bellowed, since he was now drunk, "Go over there and suck Eric's dick."

Tim screamed, "WHAT dick? Are you out of your mind? I don't suck dick. I can't even SEE his dick."

Eric: "Arthur, dear, I think....."

Eric's heart sank to his feet and he considered calling the party off. He knew he should never had invited Tim, who worked in the mailroom. but charmed the ladies.

Eric couldn't believe he was naked in his apartment at his own party, and that George had had a big hand in this situation. Eric had feelings for George that bordered on infatuation.

Jenny said, "That's your dare, Tim. I took off my blouse. You have to do it."

George said, "They're right. You can't play if you don't do it. Come on, be a man."

Betsy said, "Go on Tim. I do it to Bill all the time, it's not so bad. Bill's dick is as small as Eric's. They get bigger if you do it right."

Tim cursed, threw  up his hands, and got up and the others wondered what his next move would be. His next move was to finish his drink with a gulp.


Shirtless, the attractive he-man Tim went over and got on his knees. Eric opened his legs in embarrassment. It was difficult to tell which man was more humiliated. George called it a tie but he liked looking at Tim's surprisingly hairless, muscular back, and that Tim had no tattoos. above his waist, anyway.

Tim turned his face up to Eric. "I have never done this before.. I don't know how to do this."

Arthur said, "Just take the penis into your mouth and suck on it. Don't use your teeth on any of his skin. Just suck on the shaft like it's a popsicle. Lick his head as much as you can. That's what gets him aroused. Avoid his public hair. It just gets in your teeth."

George saw that Eric's nudity was actually quite enticing. He'd always liked Eric's body. Eric's nipples seemed to be larger and more turgid.

Tim listened intently, wanting to play along. Hell, everyone knew he was furkin' straight. Tim proved to be a good sport, so he began his dare, but without much enthusiasm. He gingerly licked Eric's penis before putting it into his mouth, but once it was in his mouth, he began to suck with surprising passion, putting his hands on Eric's knees for leverage. In his life, when he drove trucks, TIm had been sucked off himself at truckstops, so he wasn't entirely unfamilar with the process, even though he'd always played dumb at first to save face since he wasn't no fag. And Eric tasted OK, a little too soapy for Tim but that was better than the alternative, Tim suppossed.

Eric's face portrayed pleasure and he began to slightly moan. He grabbed the arms of the chair. Tim's hair grazed against Eric's left hand and at one point Eric's hand grazed Tim's left ear, which Tim allowed. The room was enthralled and otherwise silent. George took a picture of Tim and Eric with his phone, and no one noticed.

Arthur said, "Your dare is for ten minutes. I'm timing you."

Tim nodded and sucked. Slurped even. Eric couldn't help but respond and began to stiffen. He hoped no one would make a rude comment.

Tim stopped and said, "Hey, looky! I'm gettin' him hard!" Like a badge of honor.

Betsy applauded. "SEE!! I told you it was easy!!!"

The head of Eric's cock was rather pink compared to the mahogany of his shaft.

George sneaked in another pic just for that.

No one was watching George.

"Your time is up, Tim, you can stop," Arthur announced.

"Whew," said Tim. "I've never done that, Eric. I hope I didn't bite."

Eric assured him it had been a "fine blow-job." Then he covered his hard-on and pulsating balls with his hand and asked for George to brink him a drink, giving George a rotten look.

George did as requested, smirking down at Eric's arousal. Eric's nipples were obviously hard, and George's hands could not fully conceal the condition of his genitals.

"You're a grower, Eric," laughed George as  handed the host his gin and tonic.

Eric glowered.

He was humiliated.

Tim wiped his mouth and gargled his scotch and swallowed it. Who's next? asked Tim.

"You are," said George. "You dare Jenny."

Nap time, thought George, but he'd keep watching.

Tim thought, siting there shirtless, and George looked at his chest with a little lust. Not bad at all, if Tim didn't speak.

Tim suddenly said, "OK, Jenny, truth or dare."

Jenny wanted to see more sex stuff. "Dare."

Tim said, "Take off George's shirt."

Fuck, said George. But a surprise, coming from Tim.

Jenny raced over to George and removed George's sweatshirt. George wore a T-shirt and it was NOT coming off, although Jenny was making the attempt.

"I know what you are going to say, Tim," George admonished, stopping Jenny. "But you did not say T-shirt and you have to be explicit in this game."

Tim pouted but said nothing because to pursue the matter would make him look gayer that just sucking Eric's dick.

George didn't come here for an orgy but he was sure upfor some humiliation, and he decided since Eric was already nude, Eric Roan should be everyone's target, so he devised a strategy. Jennifer was still hovering nearby so he whispered to her, "Jenny, dare Betsy to finger Eric's asshole,." He wasn't sure she'd heard. She returned to her seat and smiled at George, then winked. She'd heard.

Jennifer's next T&D was to Betsy, who was squirming nervously. Jennifer T&D'd Betsy and Betsy took her first ever "Dare."
Jennifer stared at the naked Eric for a full two minutes.

"Jenny, you'd better not............" Eric grumbled.

"Betsy go over and finger Eric's asshole for ten--no, fifteen--minutes," Jennifer giggled.

Eric sat up with a bolt. "YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS, GIRLS!" But his dick remained rigid and his nipples were bulging right along with it.

Good girl! Jenny She just solved all our problems, thought George..

"Really?" squealed Betsy. "Oooooooh."

Betsy crawled over to Eric's chair. Eric kept his legs squeezed tightly together. George would put a stop to that. He walked over and grabbed the naked Eric off the chair. Eric, caught completely off-guard,  protested and his genitals flopped about. George sat down in the chair with his both feet on the floor and held Eric on top of himunder Eric's left side under Eric's sweaty armpit, clutching a hard nipple on a flabby breast, and with the other hand, grabbed Eric's right ankle from underneath , pulling up Eric's right thigh along with it, and yanked the entire leg up into the air!!!! For leverage Eric had no choice but to keep his left foot on the floor, but the art director knew he was being spread open for the lewdest inspection imaginable!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ERIC KNEW HIS COWORKERS WERE ALL LOOKING AT HIS NUDE ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND SO WAS GEORGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eric yelled in his Darth Vader voice, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!? I WILL NOT ALLOW SUCH OBSCENITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Eric struggled. But he was no match for someone as physiclly fit as George. This wriggling around of couse provided the most maximum exposure of Eric all evening: his chest and breasts, cock, testicles, pereineum, and a new beauty--his asshole, deep dark with pinkish hues inside. As Eric struggled, his lightly hairy asshole twitched delightfully.

Jenny, Tim and Arthur collapsed in laughter on the couch. What to say? Tim was able to squawk, "HOLY FUCK! I CAN"T BELIEVE WHAT I AM SEEING!!!!!!!!!!!!""""""""""""

"Here you go, Betsy," giggled George. "Eric's asshole, all ready for your spelunking."

Betsy looked at the asshole and made sure it was clean. It looked clean and smelled like body wash. She turned to Jenny. "But I have these fingernails. I don't want to hurt Eric."

Eric: "You are not to put a finger into my anus, Betsy! I forbid it."

Betsy looked to George for advice. George replied, "He is losing the game, Betsy, just like all of us. No one made him take off all this clothes and show off naked in his apartment. Just go ahead and finger his asshole and I'll hold him tight so he won't be able to hurt you."

Betsy: "Geee. I don't know, he looks really angry and humiliated."

Tim: "He's angry because he's losing the game. He hates to lose. And of course he's humiliated. But look at his cock. He's still hard from MY sucking. He can't be THAT humiliated. He's showing his ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Arthur said nothing, just enjoyed his often unreasonable boss being embarrassed so spectacularly. He was also amazed at just how HUGE Eric's asshole was, in this position. He clandestinely snapped a picture. Eric was too preoccupied to notice, but George did, and he gave Arthur a wink. Arthur blushed.

Jennifer sighed, her boobs heaving. "Betsy, he's gay. Mr. Roan's had bigger things than FINGERS up there. Just do it."

Jennifer poured herself more vodka. "Fuck him Betsy. Fuck him easy, but fuck him."

Betsy looked at the asshole and thought it sort of cute, so she teased it with her fingernail. Eric said nothing, just fumed, and sweated, as George played with hie nipple and whispered, "I'm so glad I came over." George swobbled Eric's nude body and whispered, "I like your little love handles, Mr. Roan, they're sexy," and Eric just died. Betsy inserted her entire finger into Eric and explored. She'd never done this before to anyone.

Eric Roan squirmed as he had a sensitive anus. Betsy's finger was slender but she was moving it everywhere. It was driving Eric wild, and soon Eric head George whisper, "Eric, you're getting wet. Look at your slit."

Eric looked down. To his mortification, George was right!

"The boss is going to shoot a load, I think," said Arthur, opening another beer.

Betsy wasn't sure that meant. Jenny told me, "locate his prostate, keep pushing your finger all the way, you'll find a little flappy piece of skin."

Betsy said, "OK,." And she did. "Found it," she beamed. "What now?"

Tim said, "Just keep playing with it. You'll see."

Eric begged Betsy to stop. "PLEEEEASE STOP........PLEASSSSSSSSSSSE STOP."

But Eric didn't not appear to be in pain, quite the opposite, and George winked at Betsy and said, "Go on, girl," and Betsy played with the little flappy skin and then:


That ouburst of sexual ecstasy was from Eric Roan, accompanied by waves of snow-white semen that splashed all over Eric, George, and Betsy. And family photographs, mail, the floor, and a very confused kitten that George had not noticed to this point..George glimpsed the kitten slurpring his master's cum off its paw.

George let Eric slide to his floor and helped Betsy to his feet. He ran to Eric's bathroom and grabbed as many towels as he could, then returned to the scene of the crime. George threw towels around. Arthur and Tim had put on their coats and were heading for the door. Jennifer had put on her blouse. She quickly followed.

Eric seemed OK but frazzled (understanbly). He grabbed two towels and wrapped them around himself and said not a word, but grabbed a drink. Only Betsy seemed concerned, and Eric waved her otf.

George threw on his sweatshirt, grabbed his coat and fled the scene. He was actually the first one out. He got a cab in seconds. Notthing like a quick exit.

Eric never returned George's calls or texts again, which weren't many because they never really had been. It was OK by George, although it made him a little sad. But he'd gotten his humiliation fix, watching Eric Roan jizz against his will in his own apartment.

George relived the party many many times in his mind, and bed.

He thought about Tim, but abandoned that. George never pursued straight men.

He did track down Arthur, they eventually became pals, and they often shared their pics, laughing,  from Eric's little party..

This is a true story.


Submitted: January 10, 2022

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