By the time I was in Junior High School, I had begun experimenting sexually with my friend David, who I had met in the Boy Scouts. Our sex consisted of games of "Truth or Consequences," or "Sleep," where one of us would pretend to be asleep, while the other could do "whatever he wanted," to the "sleeping" guy. Just basic touching and mild jerk off action. Nothing more than that, but I knew that guys turned me on, not girls, and I was particularly turned on by straight athletic jock boys. I kept these feelings pretty much to myself, except when David or I would sleep over at the other guy's house, and our parents would go out or go to sleep, and we could then play.
One of my old boyhood friends was Monty. We had been very good friends throughout our elementary school days, but had drifted apart as we found new friends and new interests. On the occasions that we would see each other, I began to notice that Monty's body had matured much faster than mine, and by the time that we were fifteen, Monty was looking like a young man. Facial hair had started to form on his upper lip, his voice became deeper, and as I had discovered that previous summer, his legs had become hairier and that the bulge in his jockey shorts had also developed.
I discovered the more intimate details of Monty's development, when I slept over at his house that night in July. When we were getting ready for bed, I changed into my pajamas, but Monty said that he now slept in his underwear. When he had only his tee shirt and white jockey shorts on, I could not take my eyes off his newly developed muscles. And I was fascinated by the curly black hairs that had sprouted on his calves and thighs, and the hairs that peeked through the arm openings in his tee shirt to show some armpit hair. I had all ready started playing my "sex games" with David, and tried to figure out a way to get Monty to play. But Monty did not "bite" at any of the "bait" that I laid out, and I had to give up on the "games" tactic. I decided to wait until after he fell asleep, and then see if I could get a better look at what he had in his underpants.
I laid down on the twin bed in his room and kept thinking about that big bulge in Monty's jockey shorts. I waited close to an hour, before I thought that Monty was asleep, and I could make my move. I moved over to Monty's bed as quietly as I could and sat on the edge of the bed. I slowly reached the to the top of the sheet that was covering his body. I gently moved the sheet down below his waist, and I reach my trembling hand to the pouch of his jockeys. It felt incredibly warm, as I cupped his covered cock and balls. But before I could get a real good feel, his breathing pattern changed and he may have woken up. Nothing was said, but Monty swatted my hand away, pulled up his bed sheets, and curled up in the opposite corner of the bed, away from my roaming hand. He had sent me the message that he had no interest in my sex games.
I had pretty much forgotten about the night that I tried to feel Monty up that last July. As I said we did not really hang out together that much any more, as I was mildly surprised to see Monty ride up to my house on his bicycle a couple of months later. It was a Saturday afternoon, and my parents and brother were out for the day, and I was sitting on the front porch when I saw Monty ride up to my house. Monty got off his bike and we started talking and bull shitting, but Monty seemed to be preoccupied in his thoughts. He didn't seem all that friendly to me, and I think that he had something that he wanted to find out about me. But then he smiled that familiar grin and challenged me to a wrestling match.
We had often "play wrestled" together as kids, much like the professional wrestlers that we used to watch together on television. I was surprised at how strong Monty had become. I soon realized that I was unable to stop him from putting me in any hold that he wanted. I "gave up" and Monty was declared the winner. He then asked to come inside my house for a cold drink. As we sat in the kitchen drinking our cokes, Monty asked me where the rest of my family was. I explained that I was alone for the rest of the afternoon. Monty then suggested that we go upstairs to my room.
This did not seem at all unusual, as that is where we always played together as youngsters. I was not expecting anything sexual to happen, as I considered him one hundred percent straight. I asked Monty what he wanted to do. I was sitting on the edge of the bed and Monty was standing over me. A strange smirk came over his face, as if he knew something that he was not ready to tell me. Then he looked me in the eye, while still smirking and he told me he was going to play "The Chinese Strip" with me. I didn't know what he was talking about, when he suddenly grabbed me around my chest and wrestled me to the floor.
Our second wrestling match of the day had begun, and Monty seemed a little rougher as he easily pinned me to the floor. He had my arms stretched out over my head with his knees pressing them to the carpet. I was powerless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to me. I looked up and still saw that smirk on his face as he jumped up and turned his body around and was now sitting on my chest facing my feet. I felt his hands reach down to unbuckle the snap on my jeans and he opened the belt. He kept chanting in a low sing song voice, "Chinese Strip," as I felt by pants being opened up and he began to pull them down.
I started to struggle like a "mad man" to resist his de-pantsing me, as I realized that my five inch cock had turned rock hard inside my pants, and I did not want him to see how excited that I become. If Monty saw my boner, he would know that I was queer. I swung my hips back and forth to prevent my pants from coming down and my hard on from being revealed. However, my wild gyrations only delayed the inevitable as Monty soon gained total control and proceeded to lower my jeans and jockey shorts down to just below my balls. I was so excited that my hard dick bounced against my tummy with an audible slap. We both silently sat there with my hard young cock throbbing in the open air. He said nothing, as he released me and I quickly pulled my pants back up and put my clothes back in order.
My cock remained hard in my pants. My state of arousal was so intense that I barely knew where I was. I just knew that I was hot and horny and embarrassed. I was barely aware of a voice saying, "Chinese strip-Round two!". Monty once again jumped me, but I only put up a token resistance. We both knew that I was no challenge to Monty, and he quickly repeated my embarrassing stripping. But this time he pulled my jeans and underwear all the way down to my ankles, where my sneakers stopped them from coming all the way off. My cock remained as stiff as it had ever been before. I now started to fight back, with my hard cock exposed but I was more interested in rubbing my cock against Monty than in fighting. I was rubbing my hard on against his legs and torso. I was so turned on that I did not even realize what was doing. Monty quickly released me.
Once again, I had to go through the embarrassing act of pulling my underwear and jeans up over my very stiff cock. As I dressed, he sat on my bed and watched my display. I was so turned on that I suddenly pounced on him and tried to open his pants. He pried my hands away, and now I was openly trying to grope his crotch, with no pretense of playing any stripping game. His superior strength kept my hands away. A few seconds later, Monty stood up and said that he had to go. He walked downstairs and let himself out the door.
As I heard the front door close, I quickly ripped all of my clothes. I lay naked on the bedroom floor where Monty had twice stripped me and exposed me moments earlier. I spread my legs and grabbed by throbbing boner, and beat off in a wild frenzy. Within seconds, I stared to cum and had the most intense orgasm of my fifteen years. I exploded all over my body and on the carpet behind my head. As I lay there covered in my own cum, my cock remained rock hard. Moments later, I started to jerk off again, and produced another powerful blast of cum. The "Chinese Strip" had proved to be a most powerful aphrodisiac to me.
That was the last time that Monty ever came to my house, or even spoke to me. I would see him walking in the halls at school with his jock buddy, Craig. A couple of times, Monty would point at me and whisper something to Craig. They both started laughing, shaking their heads in disgust, and keep on walking. In fact Craig was in my home room that semester, and a couple of times he approached me and walked right up to my face and would silently mouth out the word "faggot."
I never had the opportunity to ask Monty why he called his game, "The Chinese Strip," or to find out what his motivation was in exposing my young cock. Did he know that I was gay, and wanted to expose me? I don't really know for sure. But it was a very exciting experience in my sexual awakening process.
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