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		    "Buried Naked in Jelly Beans"
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"Guys!  I just said to take off his shirt," I exclaimed, almost
dropping the 15-pound case of jelly beans in surprise.  They had Jim
stretched on spread-eagle on the table, as I'd instructed before I
went out to my car to get the jelly beans, but they hadn't stopped at
stripping him of his plaid shirt and the T-shirt beneath, they'd also
removed his jeans and pulled his boxers halfway down to his knees. I
could tell from the sweat glistening on my friend's muscular chest,
and the way his flat, lightly furred belly rapidly rose and fell as he
panted, that he'd put up a good fight. Now he seemed resigned to his
helpless position.

If I'd known that all it took to make seven straight guys rip their
buddy's clothes off was a few glasses of cheap beer apiece, I'd have
gladly bought a couple of kegs a lot sooner.  Actually I had, although
they were chipping in a little.  I'd get stuck paying for most of it,
but that was only right, I guess.  It was my responsibility as best
man. And the investment was already working out even better than I'd
hoped, I reflected as I savored the sight of my best friend wearing
nothing but his dog tags. Those and his soft gray boxer shorts, but
they didn't really count since they were no longer covering anything
but his upper legs.  The guys grinned at me.  The two closest to Jim's
crotch, my old friends Charlie and Jason, made no move to even pull
the poor guy's boxers back up. As for me, my hands were full.  "At
least take the sock out of his mouth," I sighed.  "Who's he going to
call for help? All his closest male friends are right here in this
room."  One of the Jim's three army buddies who were pinning his arms,
Joe, removed the makeshift gag.  "Did I ever tell you what a bastard
you are?" Jim growled, glaring at me.  "When you throw a guy a
bachelor party, you're supposed to hire strippers.  Female strippers,
in case you didn't know, you... idiot.  You're not supposed to strip
the groom!"  If it had been just him and me, I would have joked that
no one had ever explained the mysterious rules of these secret
heterosexual rites to me.  But I wasn't yet out to some of his other
friends, particularly his buddies from the army.  And this didn't seem
like a good moment to tell them.  So I said, "I figured the real point
was to give the bachelor whatever he was likely to miss most once he's
tied the knot.  With some wives, that might be sex.  But seeing as how
you're marrying Nympho Natalie..."  Insulting his bride-to-be's virtue
by invoking her old high school nickname got a rise out of him, just
as I'd intended.  I watched in amusement as muscles flexed along his
naked body in a futile attempt to break free.  Five minutes ago I'd
had the pleasure of watching struggling helplessly in the grasp of
seven of his burly buddies, but he'd been fully clothed then, and not
yet utterly subdued.  Now, with two guys holding down each leg and
three pinning his arms, he didn't stand a chance.  It was fun to
watch.  He thrashed around and arched his back until Greg, his best
friend from his army days, let go of his wrists and came around to
plant his meaty hands on Jim's chest and belly, pressing him firmly
against the table.  When Jim finally gave up and lay there exhausted,
Greg started to move back to help with his arms. I stopped him. "Looks
like Joe and Ken, have got him under control, Greg," I observed.  "Why
don't you find something to dry him off with?  Too much sweat will
make the colors run."  "Oh my God," Jim gasped, catching on.  "You
wouldn't!"  "Got any towels?" Greg asked.  "Not sure.  Just rub him
down with his shirt, or maybe his other sock."  Greg obeyed instantly.
He and Jim's other army buddies had been very cooperative.  Their
philosophy seemed to be that I was in command of bachelor party
operations and my orders were unquestionable.  Our old school chums
went along with it because they knew that I deserved a chance to get
even with Jim for a change.  "Good job," I said as Greg finished
roughly drying our mutual friend off with his own clothing.  "Now give
me a hand opening this bags, would you?"  "What's with the jelly
beans?" asked Charlie, his hands firmly pinning one of Jim's hairy
legs to the oaken table. He wasn't one of the ones I'd let in on the
details of what we were going to spring on Jim, since he couldn't keep
a secret to save his life.  Never could, in the five years he and Jim
and I had been buddies.  "They used to be our favorite thing to eat
together, Jim and me, when we were kids, and I know he still has a
taste for them.  But Natalie's a health nut, and won't allow any candy
in her house.  I think she's putting that in the wedding vows," I
added facetiously.  "So jelly beans are the thing he'll miss most once
he's married?" asked Juan, looking up for the first time.  He was the
one grasping Jim's left ankle, and he'd been eying the bare sole of
the captive's large foot as though wondering if it was ticklish.  I
could have told him that his ribs would be a better bet.  "Well, one
of the things he'll miss," I said.  Actually, even though Jim would
never admit it, I knew he'd regret having less time to spend with his
close male friends.  Even the roughhousing.  Especially the
roughhousing.  I knew he was secretly enjoying this.  Not in quite the
way I would, of course.  His cock told me that much, lying flaccidly
there along his exposed thigh.  If I had seven beefy, good-looking
guys holding me down naked on a table, my cock would be hard as a rock
by now, sticking straight up for all to see.  Still, Jim's was twice
its usual length right now, so the manhandling was having an effect
even on him.  Sometimes I think "straight" is a relative term.  I'd
swear it grew a little longer when Greg and I loomed over him, calmly
setting out bags of jelly beans on the table next to his naked body.
We shoved his discarded jeans and shirt right up against him to make
room.  "You're not really going to dump those on me!" Jim said, his
eyes wide.  "Of course not," I said reassuringly.  "We're not?" Greg
echoed, sounded disappointed.

I picked out one perfectly formed purple bean and inspected it
causally.  "No, we're going to place them one by one, by hand."  As
the guys pinning his arms and his upper legs leaned in eagerly for a
closer look, until I could smell the beer on their breath, I carefully
stuck one end of the jelly bean into my buddy's navel, and gently
twisted it until it was firmly seated.  Jim moaned in despair.  Greg
crowded in on my right, shouldering his buddy Joe aside.  He carefully
balanced a green jelly bean on Jim's nipple.  Jim thrashed around and
it rolled off, although he didn't manage to dislodge the one I'd stuck
in his belly button.  "Hold still!" I ordered.  "Or what?"  I ran my
finger along his ribs.  That had always made him double up laughing,
even when he was protected by a shirt, and normally he would
instinctively wrap his arms around his ribs to block further attack.
Only now, I had access to his bare skin, and his arms were stretched
above his head and held firmly by two strong men.  He tried
unsuccessfully to choke down laughter.  "Imagine all of us doing this
to you at once.  For an hour.  And when we're done, we'll start over
with the jelly beans.  If I were you, I'd hold as still as possible,
so I could get this over with as quickly as possible."  The last part
was a lie, of course; if it were me, I would secretly want to stretch
things out as long as I could.  But Jim sullenly accepted his fate and
lay there docilely as Greg replaced the green jelly bean.
Jim's well-developed abs formed a perfect trough running down the
center of his chest and upper belly, so I began laying down a
multi-color line of jelly beans running in single file from his navel
up to the center of his chest.  The skin there was almost hairless
under my fingertips, until they reached the area between his pecs.  I
stopped there, for now.
Greg watched this approvingly, then moved to my left side and placed a
couple of beans on Jim's waist near his hip, on the hairless skin
between his naked thigh and his belly.  He added a couple more even
closer to the prisoner's crotch, so that the top of his pubic hair
just brushed it.
As he paused to admire the effect, I extended my own line of beans
downward from my captive buddy's navel toward his crotch, following
the wispy trail of hair that began at his navel.  I'd gotten glimpses
of it plenty of times before, but I'd never expected to have an excuse
to admire it this closely, or to touch it.  "C'mon, man," Jim pleaded.
"You've had your fun.  Now let me go."  I ignored him and continued
working my way down.
"Greg!  C'mon, buddy, you gonna stand there and let this... this jerk
do this to me?"  "No, I'm gonna help," Greg said, leaning down to a
couple more beans near Jim's crotch.  Jim trembled under our touch, as
we merged our work.
Then, to my amazement, Greg began tucking jelly beans along the length
of Jim's cock, which was still flopped to one side but was now even
longer and beginning to twitch.  Greg surrounded the penis completely,
piling them on until it was almost hidden.  It actually began to rise,
throwing off some of the beans, but then settled back down on its
colorful bed. The four men holding his legs were watching closely,
chuckling at their buddy's humiliation.  Jim whimpered softly.
Our captive was lean and trim enough that his rib cage and his rippled
abs formed well-defined horizontal depressions when he was stretched
out flat like this.  I started filling those with jelly beans.  Jim
struggled to control his shaking as my fingers brushed the sensitive
skin between his ribs, but they still kept rolling off, and I had to
do it over and over until he managed to control himself.

"If this rolls off one more time," Greg warned, reaching past me to
reposition the green one against Jim's nipple, "I'm gonna replace it
with an ice cube."
I scattered a few jelly beans in the chest hair between Jim's pecs,
tucking some beneath his dog tags.
Greg, apparently tired of the fine detail work, began dumping handfuls
of jelly beans onto the helpless man's crotch, into the folders of his
pulled-down shorts and the bare thigh above, and all around his lower
belly.  I followed his lead and filled in the space between his pecs,
jelly beans dinging off his dog tags and rolling down to rest on his
throat or fall on the table between his neck and his outstretched
arms.  Greg leaned over Jim to tuck some into the crease formed by the
muscles around his armpit.  I hunkered down in front of his other
armpit, which was completely open thanks to Joe's hands firmly pinning
his wrist and bicep, and after balancing three in the crease formed by
the muscle there, I began piling jelly beans directly on the table
until the hairs sticking out of his exposed armpit curled around them.

The other six guys wanted to join in the fun, so we finally picked two
to replace us.  To be fair, we chose them at random by having them
guess what color of jelly bean each of us was hiding in our hands.  I
wound up taking a turn at grasping Jim's ankle, helping Charlie keep
his left leg stretched out, while Juan and Joe artfully added to our
work.

Charlie and Jason drew the next shift, and gleefully began heaping
handful upon handful of candy onto our buddy's naked body.

It was thirsty work.  We took several breaks for more beer.  At first
we carefully changed off, so that there were always six guys holding
Jim down every second.  But by the third round, it seemed easier for
the two with their hands free just to feed the beer to the six men on
duty.  I enjoyed that part, leaning into a guy's back and wrapping my
arms around him to get the beer can to his mouth.  They didn't seem to
mind, and Ken even laughed when I accidentally spilled beer down his
shirt.  Not long afterward, my own shirt got soaked by Charlie as I
took my turn holding down an arm.  By the fifth round, most of our
shirts were sopping wet with beer, and eventually we all took them
off. Ken and Juan were in even better shape than Jim, I noticed, and
the others didn't look half bad either.  By the time everyone had had
a chance, we'd pretty much heaped jelly beans on every square inch of
Jim's skin where we could get them to stay put.

"What now?" Joe asked eagerly.  I hadn't really thought this far
ahead.  I was amazed they'd all gone along with it at all.  But the
answer came to me.  "Now we feed them to him," I said smoothly.  Joe
immediately began force-feeding Jim sweaty jelly beans from off his
own chest.  Charlie followed his lead, grabbing a handful from the
captive's lower belly and stuffing as many as he could into Jim's
mouth.  He popped the leftovers into his own mouth.  "Hey, I want
some," Ken said, still keeping both hands firmly on Jim's arm.  "I've
been looking at them all night, and now I'm hungry."  When Joe grabbed
another handful from Jim's chest, Ken protested, "Not from there,
dummy! How about some from the bag?"  "This bag?" he said with a
wicked grin, scooping up some beans that had been nestled between
Jim's ball sac and the base of his cock.  "Sure thing, buddy!"

"That's gross, man!" When Joe kept coming at him, he turned his head
away, saying, "No way!" But didn't release Jim's arm, so it was easy
for Ken to grab his head and mash the candy against his closed lips.
"What's the matter, man?  You chicken?  I've seen you eat stuff way
grosser than this.  Open your mouth. Or are you saying something that
touched our buddy Jim is grosser than --- yeah, that's better!  That's
no so bad, is it?  Eat it all, now.  One more."  After watching this,
Charlie dug away at the pile hiding Jim's right shoulder until he had
gotten down to the ones that had been buried deep in the armpit.  He
retrieved some of those and selected a single yellow bean. He waved it
in front of his buddy Tony, who was currently holding Jim's thigh.
"Dude!  I dare you to eat this!"  Tony stared at it uncertainly, but
after exchanging a glance with Ken, he opened his mouth and allowed
his buddy to stick his fingers in it to place the candy on his tongue.
This went on for quite awhile.  Jim's half-erect cock was quickly
exposed to view again, along with both of his armpits.  Skin was
slowly laid bare in selected spots.  The truth is that the taste
wasn't affected all that much by the part of Jim's body it had been
touching, other than being a little warm and sticky.  I should know; I
was forced to sample my share.  I did get a pubic hair in my mouth at
one point.  Tony, who had fed it to me, helped me wash it down with
beer, managing to dribble still more of the cold brew down my chin and
onto my bare chest.  I don't remember who came up with the idea that
one of us should have to finish off the remaining jelly beans by
eating them directly off Jim's body with no hands. I'm pretty sure it
wasn't me, but my recollection is a little hazy.  But it met with
unanimous drunken agreement.  Obviously no one would volunteer to do
something that gross and demeaning, so we had to pick a loser at
random who'd be stuck with the task.  That logic made sense even to me
a the time.  We each close a color, then I shook up a handful of beans
and Charlie chose one at random from my hand, with Juan holding his
hands over his eyes so he couldn't cheat.  "It's green, I said.  Who
has the green one?"  It was Greg.  We tied his hands loosely behind
his back with Jim's T-shirt, and he began tonguing the jelly beans off
of Jim's chest, leaving behind nothing but slicked-down chest hair.
"Jeez!" Jim said.  "Didn't you shave this morning?"  "Look who's
talking," I said, rubbing Jim's chin.  Gamely, Greg continued cleaning
off his chest, then climbed halfway onto Jim and continued toward his
right armpit, his tongue lapping at the edge in an attempt to get the
last few stray beans, then pursuing them into the armpit itself when
they rolled away.  We helpfully held the armpit open against Jim's
renewed struggles.

He nibbled at the base of Jim's throat and sucked out every last piece
of candy that had come to rest there.  Then he licked his way across
Jim's lower chest, provoking some stifled laughter as his tongue
caressed the sensitive skin between his ribs.  He then followed the
wispy line of hair down the center of his chest to his navel.  He
sucked out the purple jelly bean I'd lodged in the navel at the
beginning, then followed the line of hair down onto his belly, where
it spread out and grew almost thick enough to hide the beans.  , The
guys were of course alternately cheering him on and razzing him.
Except for Jim, who after his first complaint was silent except for
ragged breathing and an occasional soft groan.  We all hooted when
Greg started hunting down the last few beans hiding in Jim's pubic
hair.  I would almost swear he even probed under Jim's cock with his
tongue to get the last few.  Almost.  I was so wasted by that point
that I wouldn't swear to anything.  In the end, we all crashed there.
There was no question of anyone driving home. At the beginning of the
party I had locked everyone's keys in the cabinet, and no one even
thought to ask me for the combination before I was too drunk myself to
remember it if anyone had been stupid enough to ask for his keys back.
I don't remember exactly when I sat down on the floor, intending to
rest just until the room stopped spinning.  Last I remember, the rest
of them were still at it.
***
I woke up around dawn, a little hung over, to find Jim struggling to
roll three of his passed-out buddies off his naked body so he could go
take a piss.  There was a weight on my chest that proved to be Greg's
head.  He was snoring with his cheek pillowed against my bare chest.
Jim had been right, Greg really did need a shave.  I drowsily draped
my arm around his smooth muscular back, and drifted off again.  I was
vaguely aware, awhile later, of Jim tenderly tucking a blanket around
both of us.
***
At the reception later, none of us spoke about the bachelor party even
among ourselves, but all the guys were amazingly relaxed and friendly
with each other, and especially with me, as if we'd known each other
all our lives. For a few of them that was almost true, but many of
them I hadn't even know until the wedding the rehearsal.  I knew that
from now on I'd be seeing less of Jim than I was used to, but I was
beginning to hope that I now had some new lifelong friends to make up
for it.

THE END

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