I looked at myself in the mirror. I was completely naked except for a pair of leopard print Speedo briefs. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to go through with this. My stomach was in knots, but I was still pretty buzzed from all of the booze and that was going to have to be enough to make this happen.
How did I get myself in this position? Standing in the bathroom of Paul's apartment at 9 o'clock at night, wearing nothing but a small pair of underwear that was hugging my dick and balls like a glove?
12 hours earlier, I was pulling into the parking lot of Paul's apartment complex. Mark and Andrew were already there.
Paul was getting married tomorrow, and Mark, Andrew and myself were his groomsmen. We weren't going to Vegas, but we still had a day planned that involved the local casino, top golf, and plenty of day drinking.
When I knocked on Paul's door, Andrew was the one who opened it. We exchanged pleasantries and went to the kitchen, where Mark and Paul were standing in wait.
"There he is! Now we can get this party started!" Mark whooped.
Four shot glasses stood on the kitchen counter, each filled to the top with a clear liquid. A half empty bottle of tequila was standing next to them.
We each picked up a glass.
"To Paul!" Andrew said.
"To Paul!" Mark and I repeated.
We drained our shots, and soon after we were all in the mid-size SUV that was our Uber to the casino.
The four of us became friends middle school, and we managed to stay friends through high school and now into our mid-20's.
Paul had been dating Lisa for the last 4 years, and he popped the question about a year ago. Mark was getting pretty serious with his current girlfriend Sarah. Andrew and I had dated a few girls, nothing serious, and we were both currently unattached.
When we got to the casino, we had a round of shots before going to the blackjack tables. After a few hands, Paul announced he needed to piss. We told him to meet us at the bar when he was done. Time for more shots.
Paul walked toward the restroom, and the rest of us went to the bar, and that's when Mark and Andrew told me their plan.
Andrew, Paul's best man, leaned close and spoke in a conspiratorial tone.
"Carl, we have a great plan to fuck with Paul tonight after top golf," he said.
"Yeah, dude it's gonna be so good," Mark chimed in.
"What's the plan?" I asked.
Andrew continued, "Okay, so after we get back to Paul's place, we're going to tell Paul that we got a special present for him. We're going to get him undressed to his undies, with a blindfold. He's going to think we got him a stripper. But it's not going to be a woman."
"Oh shit, you guys got him a male stripper?" I said.
Andrew grinned. "Kind of. It's going to be you."
"Wait, what?" I was flabbergasted.
"Come on man, it'll be so funny," Mark said. "Just imagine the look on his face when he realizes it's you in a pair of Speedos."
"Jesus, now I see why you waited until I was a few shots deep before you sprung this on me," I said.
"What do you say? I think it will be hilarious," Andrew said.
"Why don't one of you guys do it?" I asked.
"Well, we thought about that and decided it should be you because you're skinny, like a girl stripper would be. It will add to the illusion."
