Slumber Party Show-off

Slumber Party Show-off by Hakaider Greetings fellow Onanites! I'd like to share a story that happened when I was around 15 years old (I'm 23 now). I live in Tennessee but most of my relatives live in Florida. The summer of my 17th year, my parents sent me down to stay with my aunt for two months. I was thrilled at the prospect of such a long stay away from and I eagerly hopped a plane for Jacksonville. My aunt lives alone with my cousins Christine (17) and Jenny (14). As you can imagine, I was a entering a house that was positively swimming in estrogen! I had a guest bedroom all to myself but I had to share the bathroom used by my cousins. This required me to adjust rapidly to the strict standards of washroom cleanliness imposed by the fairer sex. I soon settled in and began to enjoy myself immensely. I went to the beach nearly every day and my once pasty skin soon developed a healthy tan. I got along wonderfully with my relatives and there were very few social hiccups to be had during my stay. Now, as you can imagine, no 15-year old male can possibly be expected to go an entire summer without jerking off (much less a few days!). I soon found that the best way for me to get away with it was to masturbate during my morning shower. I got a small kick out of the fact that I was stroking my cock in the same shower stall that my two cousins would use that very same day. I sometimes imagined that they did the same thing and wondered what tales the shower massager had to tell. I tried my best to stay quiet during these daily sessions but I would let out the occasional grunt or moan and hope that no one had heard me. About halfway through my second month there, my cousins had a small slumber party, each of them inviting two of their friends. The six teenage girls made camp in the den, and it soon became a sea of sleeping bags and Cosmo magazines. Whenever I passed the group on my way to or from the kitchen I was greeted with sidelong glances and stifled giggles. This soon became rather frustrating and I decided to stick to my room for the evening. My aunt went to bed at around midnight and left the herd of girls to their own devices. I had been tucked away in my room reading a book for the past few hours and was considering going to sleep when, at around 1:30, I heard a quiet knock at my door. I answered the knock and found one of Christine's friends standing on the other side. I can't remember her name (I don't think I ever knew it) but she was a plump girl, about my age, with non-descript brown hair. She seemed to freeze upon seeing my face and tried to fumble out a statement of some kind. "What?” I asked her. More than a little irritated. "Do you jerk off?” she blurted out. This was accompanied by a flurry of giggles from around the corner. "What??" I asked again. Same question, different tone. "Do you jerk off?” she repeated. Her face slowly turning a deep shade of crimson. The stifled laughter from around the corner was reaching critical mass. I paused; this was not a question that one is generally asked by members of the opposite sex. I decided to stall. "Why should I tell you?" I asked. I was growing amused by this situation. "We're playing Truth or Dare", she fumbled. "I got dared." "I see..." I said, sounding more than a little coy. "Well, do you?" I decided the best course of action was to be disarmingly honest. "Sure do" I replied "Every day." The stifled giggles turned to shocked laughter. My inquisitors face was almost glowing red. "Wow" she said. We then paused, both considering the other before she tried to make her escape. "OK.......Thanks!”, as soon as this last word was out of her mouth, she was bolted off down the hall and I heard a stampede of socked feet heading back downstairs. I stood in the doorway, confused, shocked and more than a little turned-on. I soon decided that if I was going to be the subject of their little games, I was damn well going to be present for it. I shut my door and ventured downstairs. I appeared in the archway of the den and viewed the scene before me. The floor was lined with sleeping bags and empty soda cans. The six girls were sitting in the center of the room, dressed in T-shirts and pajama bottoms. The stared at me with suppressed smiles on there faces, no one knowing quite what to make of me. My cousin, Christine broke the ice. "Can we help you?" She asked. "I want to play" I said. "It seems like I'm going to be involved regardless." "Take a seat", said Jenny. I sat down upon the couch and regarded the group of girls. One of the ones I had met before (I think her name was Karen) looked me dead in the eyes and said: "Truth or Dare?" "Truth", I said. "Although, you've already gotten a freebie." This was greeted with the expected burst of embarrassed laughter. "Ummmmmmm....” she looked to her companions for support. Finally, Christine asked what was probably the question that had been on her mind for the past few minutes: "If you jerk off every day, where have you been doing it?" The other girls looked at me, awaiting my response. "I do it in the shower", I said "OUR shower?” cried Jenny. I nodded in response. The girls let out a unanimous OHMYGAWD! followed by the familiar flurry of giggles. I glanced at Christine and Jenny and tried to read their responses to my confession. Jenny looked fascinated and repulsed. Christine just looked horny. "OK" I said, "My turn. Truth or Dare?" "Truth!" cried the chubby girl who had been at door. She sounded a little too eager for her own good. I paused for a moment, trying to find a question as unexpected and embarrassing as hers had been for me. I then decided to pose a question that had been in the back of my mind since this whole thing began. "Who dared you to go upstairs and ask me that?" I asked her. She paused for a moment and answered, "Christine." "Really?” I looked to my cousin for verification. Her face was beet red and she seemed as though she was trying burrow inside her sleeping bag. A girl with sandy-blond hair answered me: "Yup, she did it." she announced. I wasn't sure what to make of that little revelation. Why was my cousin so curious about my masturbation habits? Before I got to really think about it in depth I was assaulted with another cry of: "Truth or Dare?" said the same sandy-blond girl who had verified my cousin's interest. I decided to up the ante. "Dare", I said. There was an excited pause among the group then, the inevitable request came: "Show us your cock", said Karen. The familiar mix of laughter and reddened faces greeted that request. All the girls then turned to me to see what I would do. "Alright", I said and then stood up with unexpected bravery (I surprised myself, so I can only imagine what they thought). Instead of just unzipping my pants and whipping it out, I opted to give them more than they bargained for. I pulled off my shirt, unzipped my pants and pulled them and my underwear off in one stroke. I stood there completely naked in front of the six teenage girls, more than a little turned on by the sight of so many eyes locked on my crotch. Jenny was the only one not staring; she seemed uncomfortable with the entire situation. I had never really been naked in front of anyone (gym class not withstanding) and was slightly exhilarated by this experience in exhibitionism. I sat back down on the couch, pulled a throw pillow over my crotch and asked: "My turn again?" The silence was broken and there was a noticeable relief of the tension in the room. I leaned forward and said: "Truth or Dare?" "Dare!” cried the sandy-blond girl. I considered for a moment then decided upon my request. It was repetitive, but I couldn't resist. "Strip", I ordered. She seemed to absolutely mortified at the notion but was unwilling to be outdone. She stood up and removed her t-shirt and pajama bottoms, revealing a purple sports bra and a pair of white cotton panties with blue stripes on them. She paused for a moment and then removed her sports bra and awkwardly slipped out of her panties. She stood there in front of all of us. Her skin was the light bronze of a Florida native with the expected gleaming white torso (tan lines from a one-piece bathing suit). Her breasts were small and round with light pink nipples and between her legs there was a generous tuft of curly brown hair. You could tell she wasn't one for exercising as there was an even layer of teenage baby-fat covering her body. Although I can't remember her name (if I ever knew it), I'll never forget that sight. I had never seen a naked girl before (not in person at least) and I stared at her in much the same way they had stared at me. I don't know if she noticed the sudden growth of my cock. I tried to hide it, but it was a losing battle. She smiled out of embarrassment and pride and quickly sat down and crawled into her sleeping bag. "Who said you could cover up?" I asked, more than a little disappointed. She jutted her chin out defiantly and pulled the sleeping bag up to her chest. I couldn't help but laugh. It was my turn again: "Truth or Dare?" asked the chubby girl. "Dare", I said. The group shared a few glances toward each other. They already had my sitting there stark naked, what should be next? "I....want to see you", said an insecure voice. To my amazement, it belonged to Christine. She had her eyes locked on the floor and was desperately avoiding eye contact with anyone. "Want to see him do what?" asked Jenny. She seemed afraid of the answer. "I...want to see him...you know....jerk off.", she said. She looked up at me, expecting me to be horrified. I felt a tingling of excitement in the pit of my stomach. I was more than a little turned on at the idea of stroking myself in front of a roomful of awestruck teenage girls. "Alright", I said, "I'll do it." Every one of their eyes widened noticeably. The naked girl in the sleeping bag asked, "Do you...need anything?" "I'll need some lube", I said. Christine got up and jogged out of the room, trying not to be too noisy. Moments later she returned with a large bottle of baby oil. "Will this work?" she asked. I nodded and took the bottle from her. She then returned to her spot on the floor and looked up at me with visible anticipation. The show was about to begin. I lie back on the couch and spread my legs a little bit (to give everyone a good view). I ran my hand over my flaccid cock and began stroking it, alternately rubbing my shaft and my balls in an attempt to coax an erection out of my (slightly shy) member. After a minute or two I had myself hard enough to work with. I picked up the bottle of baby oil and applied a generous amount to the head of my cock which I proceed to rub evenly over my shaft and balls. I placed the bottle aside, wrapped my hand around my dick and began stroking off at a slow and steady pace. I used my other hand to tease my balls as I went up and down, up and down. I looked up from the business at hand and surveyed the faces of my audience. The girls looked enraptured. Even Jenny was now staring at my performance. I noticed more than one of the girls biting her lower lip and grinding her legs together in that tell-tale 'I'm horny" fashion. The sight of all those eyes on me and the thought of their delicate little pussies begin to moisten made my job all the more simple. I increased the speed of my strokes and began to build toward a climax, thrusting my hips upward and groaning in satisfaction. After a few more minutes of that, I reached an absolutely monumental orgasm. I struggled to keep quiet (so as not to wake my aunt) but that to be harder than anticipated. My balls crept up to the base of my cock and I felt waves of pleasure pass through my entire body as I shot an enormous load of cum all over my chest and stomach. I couldn't remember the last time I had cum that hard, and I wouldn't do it again for quite some time. I opened my eyes, still panting from my orgasm and looked at my audience. There was a long pause before I finally broke the silence. "Um....Can I get a towel?” I asked. Everyone in the room laughed at that. After I was cleaned up, I retreated to my room to sleep and left the girls to do the same. I've often wondered how many of them had masturbated in their sleeping bags that night. For the rest of my stay, Christine, Jenny and I exchanged knowing glances every time they came across me coming in or out of the shower. I still wish I could have could have seen those girls perform for me!