Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2017 13:09:46 -0400 From: The Paternal Watcher Subject: Diary of adventure: chapter 1 It might sounds like heaven for some guys, but the truth is that a tabletop roleplaying game with a bunch of teenaged boys is actually pretty boring. Kids work out the frustration, confusion, and aggravation they experience in ordinary life by hacking anything they encounter to pieces. Beautifully crafted adventure scenarios are sliced to ribbons on the swords of boys who hack and slash first, and only ask questions if they must. So even though I'm a fan of the genre, and I definitely enjoyed the tantalizing bits of information these four cute boys had let slip during the evening, as it neared midnight, I was thinking more and more of my bed. It was with mixed feelings that I read the text from my friend Jake: "You willing to stick around the house longer? As in until morning?" "Everything okay?" I responded. "Fine, mostly, but we got caught up working on my parents' house and didn't leave when we should. Girls are already asleep here, Gina hasn't the night vision to drive, and my blood sugar's dropping. Jaden is old enough to be alone, but not old enough to be smart with two friends sleeping there. You could have our bed, plenty of food for you and boys. If not, not the end of world, but would make sleeping easier." "I don't have a toothbrush." "You can say no, but if you say yes, extras in hall closet." I smiled. Jake had come a long way from the aimless young adult I'd met twenty years ago. "I will do this. See you tomorrow." "Thanking you! Be there by ten or eleven but feel free to leave anytime after sunrise." The boys were in the midst of tallying up treasure and assigning skill points. "Looks like I'm staying the night," I said. "No way," said Jaden, so I showed him the texts from his father. "Damn, want to keep playing?" I sighed. "I'm getting a beer," I said, resigning myself to more senseless slaughter. Maybe it was the lateness of the hour, maybe it was the knowledge that we were the only four people in the house, but the tone of the game changed when I got back from the fridge. Our party handily defeated a statue of living stone which was guarding the entrance to what we hoped was a chamber filled with even more treasure, when Sammy declared a victory dance, saying, "I drop my pants and tea-bag the statue." That got hoots and hollers in response, and a cry of, "Role play it!" Sammy looked to Jaden, who was running the game, and then to me, as the on-duty adult. Jaden nodded, but I just shrugged, not sure why I needed to have an opinion. "Okay, Brent, but you have to be the statue," Sammy said to the [boy](http://tpwiki.trees.net/index.php?title=Birthday_boy) who had come up with the idea. Still laughing, blonde Brent lay down on the floor and assumed a pose of frozen defeat, his hands outstretched, legs bent as if walked, and mouth agape, the shine of braces only enhancing his handsome young features. Sammy stood astride the other [boy](http://tpwiki.trees.net/index.php?title=Overalls), his face showing a lot of thinking, and then turned around so that his back was to Jaden and myself. In a flash, he'd [dropped his shorts](http://tpwiki.trees.net/index.php?title=Eclipse) and squatted quickly over Brent's face, then rose as he pulled his clothes back up. It happened so fast I didn't even notice if he had lowered his underpants. As he moved to allow Brent to stand up, Sammy looked at me and started laughing, the squealing peals echoing through the house and betraying the piping voice he'd only recently lost. "You should probably have another beer," he said. "Yeah, I think maybe," I replied. Feeling a little flush from the pantomime I'd just witnessed, I downed the one I had just gotten to conceal that fact, and got up to grab another. While in the kitchen, I adjusted my hardening cock and took a moment to allow my heart rate to settle back to normal. "Relax," I said to myself. "They're just kids." "Who you talking to, Mike?" came Jaden's voice from behind me, causing me to jump, and spill some of the new beer. "Sorry," he said. "I just wanted to let you know that we're going to take a break for a bit, get some fresh air outside. That okay with you?" "Sure," I said, "and no worries. Just trying stomping when you walk up behind me like that. I'll clean this up and see you guys when you get back. Don't leave the property, all right?" "No problem," he said with a smile before disappearing again. I mopped up the spill with a dish towel and went in search of a hamper to drop it in, which led me into Jaden's room. It was in the corner, and it looked like he managed to get about three-quarters of his dirty laundry within about five feet of it, which isn't actually that bad a track record. There were a couple of pairs of boxer briefs on top, which immediately made me think of the many underwear-sniffing plot lines I'd read in gay erotic fiction. "Not my kind of party," I said aloud, and then silently scolded myself for that. I get talkative when I've been drinking, saying what comes to mind. Jaden had already caught me doing that, and if I didn't stop myself, I might start saying things I really shouldn't say with my outside voice. If any of these boys had an idea what I was doing to them in my thoughts, we would definitely have a problem. Taking another swallow of beer, I turned -- just slightly unsteadily -- to leave his room. I caught myself on his dresser, which is the only reason I noticed what was amidst the various bits of crap piled atop it: rolling papers and a baggie, with weed still in it. "So that's what the walk is all about!" I said. Sure enough, when the boys returned their eyes were blazing. To be more precise, Jaden and Sammy definitely had red eyes, but you could have blindfolded Evan and Brent with dental floss, so it was harder to tell. They also weren't exactly careful about the smell, but I didn't say anything. We all have secrets. The boys all ditched their shoes, found their dice and papers, and tried to get back into character. "It's hot in here," complained Sammy. "Why don't you have AC in your room?" Jaden shrugged. "We rent," he said, then added, "but it's not like there's a dress code, right Mike?" "Not one that I'm going to enforce," I said, but my beer-loosened tongue continued on its own. "It can definitely feel hotter after you smoke up, especially if you coughed a lot." All four guys looked at me with shock, but then Brent shrugged and said, "If Mike doesn't care what we do, I'm going to get comfortable." He pulled off his shirt as he stood up to drop trou, folding both garments neatly and putting them in his string bag. I tried not to be too obvious, but with his new haircut this kid reminded me of David Gallagher as a teen. None of them would have a clue who that even was, but seeing him in just a pair of boxers and socks was quite delightful. I made it a point to look around so it wouldn't look like I was staring, and realized that Sammy definitely WAS staring. Hmm. When I was 15 and checking a boy out, I'd be afraid to take off my clothes as my penis might give me away. Sammy was braver than I, and followed Brent's example. He actually stripped down to just his boxer briefs, which hugged his boy bits quite nicely. His kept his light brown hair long: it usually obscured half his face, and went down just past his shoulders. He looked to weigh about 110 pounds, if that, and his lean torso had not a hair upon it, being interrupted only by two hard, brown nipples and a navel embedded in a taut belly. "You guys won't last very long in strip poker," snickered Evan, who was apparently comfortable in his shorts and tank top. "Let's find out," said Sammy quickly, then looked around. "I meant in the game," he added. "Our characters can play, so we'll know what's what." Jaden rolled his eyes. "Come ON, Sammy, that will never work. It's not the same if you're not risking being naked I-R-L." He punctuated each initial, making the rest of us laugh. "Besides, I really don't want to be settling arguments about whether a vambrace counts as clothing or not." "Fine, if my character ends up losing, I'll take these off," Sammy said, gesturing at his underpants. "Anyone who's wearing more has to starting getting undressed IRL when their character gets down to where they are." He put air quotes around "IRL," eliciting a few snickers. "What counts as clothing, then?" Jaden asked. "I've had a few of these arguments," I broke in. "You don't count accessories, because they're not designed to make you warmer even if they do. In D&D that should include armor, weapons, and magical items." Evan looked skeptical. "Yeah, but most of us only have 'traveling clothes' listed on our equipment," he said. "Traveling clothes is six pieces," declared Jaden. "Tunic, pants, two boots, loin cloth and a scarf." "A . . . scarf?" asked Brent. "How is that in any way D&D?" "My game, my rules," Jaden said simply. "You guys in?" He asked generally, but all eyes turned to me. "Yeah, we're in," I said. Jaden nodded. "Okay, you guys turn a corner and there's an ornate box sitting on a pedestal. It's not exactly glowing, but it looks like there's a light shining on it even though you can't see a source for it. What do you do?" "Search for traps," Evan said. "Nothing," said Jaden, not even pretending to roll any dice. "Is it even locked?" asked Brent. "No latch. It's bejewelled, but not locked in any way." "Then I open it," Brent replied. "Inside is a deck of playing cards made of vellum. Do you pick them up?" "I do!" said Sammy excitedly. He bounced slightly where he was sitting. "As soon as you do a genie appears. Well, he looks like a genie but he's wearing a visor. He tells you that you have been caught in the same curse he has, and the only way to break it is to play a game of poker, five-card stud. He will be the dealer, but instead of betting anyone who loses a hand loses a piece of clothing. The curse won't be broken until you're all naked." "All of us?" asked Sammy, his eyes bright. "Yup." "Do we even know what five-card stud is, stud?" I asked in turn. "The genie waves his hands, and suddenly you all know the rules." And we were off. For simplicity's sake, Jaden produced a deck of cards, and we started playing with the "genie" -- Jaden, of course, whom I quietly noticed had guaranteed he'd be the only one with any clothes on by the time we were done -- dealing each hand. Despite his magical assurances, I wasn't sure the kid actually knew all the rules, but since the outcome was inevitable, I didn't sweat it too much. I was more concerned about getting naked around these good-looking teen boys, at least one of which was definitely horny. I was looking forward to it, sure, but I also didn't want them to see a raging hard-on and ostracize me as a dirty old man. Sure enough, when an argument arose about what types of hand were stronger than others, Jaden declared that the genie's rulings were final. When Sammy raised a protest, Jaden then said, "The genie looks at you and says, 'I not only make the rules, I can change them. For instance, at this moment anyone holding three nines has to surrender a piece of clothing." That was aimed directly at Sammy, who was down to two pieces. "Fine," he said. "I take off my loincloth, leaving my scarf around my neck." "Then do it," said Evan. "What?" asked Sammy. "Hand over the underpants," I said. "I saw a scarf in the hall closet." "That's not fair," Sammy said. "I'll basically be naked." Brent chimed in, saying, "I lose one more hand I'll be TOTALLY naked," pointing to his boxers, the only garment remaining. "At least you'll have a scarf." "Can we smoke inside?" Sammy asked me. "I need to get more high for this, and it's too cold outside with me dressed like this." I looked at Jaden, then the others. "If it smells like weed in here when your parents get home, we're all dead," I said. "You need a plan to get rid of the smell." "Incense," replied Jaden. "Fans in the windows. Fry bacon." "I think we smell pretty ripe already," said Evan. "No one will notice anything but boy." That got a general laugh. "If you're all committed to airing this place out, I'm not going to say no," I decided. Jaden produced a foot-high bong and packed it as Evan sought out the scarf he'd seen. He came back with several, but Jaden said we could only wear them if we swap it out with something else. Figuring it might come in handy, I traded in my socks for one; the pair was considered one garment. Evan opted to keep both his boxer briefs and t-shirt. Brent, however, got a funny look on his face, then disappeared into the bathroom. When he returned, he was wearing the scarf tied around his privates, with boxers in hand. "Told you I'd rather have the scarf," he said. Sammy stared with open appreciation, and Jaden said in a dramatic tone, "Behold, the world's skinniest sumo wrestler!" "Give Sammy a minute," I said. "Bet he'll take that title." Sammy's eyes brightened, and he ran into the bathroom himself, emerging after a few minutes. I guessed he'd realized that a boner could be more easily hidden in its folds. I began to wonder if I should take the trade myself. Sammy came out of the bathroom and immediately assumed a sumo squat-stance, which Brent mirrored. The two approached each other in a mockery of the actual wrestling style, coming together slapping and then trying to bear-hug each other. Jaden cried out a warning, and we all stood up and formed a loose circle around the two wrestling boys to keep them from crashing into things. Finally Brent got Sammy's legs tangled, and they both went down. Brent tried to stand up again and pick his opponent up, but as he rose Sammy grabbed his scarf and pulled it down and off, leaving Brent in all his glory. The boy really was gorgeous, stem to stern. Blond hair cut close at the sides and stand straight aloft, a face that fit the golden ratio perfectly even when broken by his orthodontic smile, broadening shoulders atop burgeoning biceps and pectoral muscles that were each punctuated by a pinkish-brown nipple, abs which revealed four of the proverbial six-pack while at rest above a navel set in a flat expanse above the pubic bush which was just a shade darker than the hair on his head, which in turn crowned a penis -- also still at rest -- which was likely full-grown if the meaty balls behind and below were any indication, muscular thighs dotted with hair yet remaining smooth on their inner sides, calves built for running and feet that were clearly well cared-for. Several moments of silence ticked by as each of us drank in the beauty of this young Adonis. Finally, he broke the spell. "Sammy, when I get you naked I am going to put you over my knee and spank you like a bitch." "You mean we're still playing?" Sammy asked, sounding more hopeful than worried about the prospect. "But you're naked." Jaden piped up, saying, "Technically Brent shouldn't be naked, and his character still has one piece of clothing on. He gets a free pass next hand he loses." "And after that?" asked Evan. "We'll figure something out." Brent didn't have to use his bye in the next hand; that's when Evan lost his t-shirt. Then I had to give up one of my two remaining garments; I did go the scarf-diaper route, eliciting laughter and building camaraderie. Sammy remembered his desire to smoke inside, and we all passed the bong as we played. I won the next hand, which would have helped if we'd actually been betting with the clothing, but I suppose DID help in a way because that's when Sammy had to give up the scarf and become the second naked person in the room. These boys were perhaps higher than they'd ever been, or maybe I was underestimated what they got up to when no adults were present. Sammy stood up without too much trouble, and then slowly untied the scarf at his hip. Then he started to pull it back and forth between his legs, holding the ends up high to obscure his privates for a few more moments. I think it was Evan who started singing the wordless music people associate with burlesque, and as the rest of us joined in as Sammy strutted about, shaking his butt and thrusting into the scarf before finally whipping it off completely as we reached the climax, as it were. Oh, what a delight it is to be in the presence of teen boys who are high and naked! Sammy was feeling no pain, and I didn't feel I had to pretend not to check him out. Everyone else certainly was, even the extremely clothed Jaden who continued to direct this little erotic drama. Unlike Brent, Sammy was far from limp; his five inches proudly stood at attention between the protruding hips only found in the malnourished and the boys racing through puberty. He did a couple of muscle poses to applause before finally taking a seat again, hard-on still at full mast. He looked up when he realized Brent was standing in front of him, hands on his hips. Sammy looked at his penis -- which was still limp -- and then up at his face. "Can I help you?" he asked. "I told you I was going to spank your naked ass," Brent replied, folding his arms. "Question is, are you going to fight it?" Sammy shrugged. "I don't see why I would," he said. I stifled a laugh, realizing Sammy was probably going to enjoy this more than Brent had in mind. Brent sat on the arm of the couch and said, "Come on, over my knee." Sammy rolled his eyes, stood up without trying to hide his continuing erection, and dutifully planted himself in Brent's naked lap. By my calculation, it was unlikely their penises were not touching, but even if they weren't Sammy's hard cock would be grinding into naked flesh awfully close to the mark. I looked around, and realized I wasn't the only one watching with some interest. As Evan reached for the bong, his boxers couldn't hide the fact that he was also getting a bit excited. Jaden, however, was sufficiently clothed to be inscrutable. This was not one of those pain-is-sexy moments, because Brent was clearly going for the loudest spanks, not the hardest. Sammy yelped more than he probably needed to, but Brent only gave him five swats before releasing him. As Sammy stood up I'm pretty sure I spied him copping a feel off his hunky friend. In any case, both the boys were hard as can be once they decoupled. Brent made an effort to hide that fact, realized that he could neither hide it with one hand nor comfortably wedge it down between his legs, and gave up, reaching instead for the bong. Sammy also wanted a hit, but stood waiting his turn, seemingly proud to show off his aroused member. I shifted uncomfortably, thoroughly enjoying the show but not sure if revealing that fact would gross the boys out or not. Evan tried to surreptitiously adjust himself, but a trick that works while wearing jeans looks a whole lot more like simple fondling when one is down to boxers. Jaden took a rip off the bong, his face unreadable. This was one of the most interesting games of cards I'd ever played, and technically I wasn't even playing; my character was! I accepted the bong from Jaden even as I wondered how much of this was part of the boy's design. Then I found myself wondering if I was just HOPING it was part of some design. "Probably too late to ask," said Evan, "but where did a genie learn to play poker anyway?" Before I could stop myself, I responded, "Just be grateful it doesn't know 'truth or dare.'" "There are other treasure rooms," Jaden said with a grin. "Let's just get this over with," I said, trying to sound resigned rather than hopeful. "'Genie, how does the game end?'" "'Not before you're all bare,'" Jaden replied in the genie's voice. "'All the bodies in this room must be open to my inspection, and then you may proceed.'" Sammy laughed. He and Brent were still hard, as were Evan and myself. I wasn't sure who else noticed that fact. "'Deal, genie!'" he said. My cards were terrible. I kept the ten and nine of clubs and got three new ones, each from a different suit and none offering me a pair. Evan did manage a pair, but Sammy had a full friggin' house. Evan and I stood up. Brent unwound my scarf as Sammy knelt down to slowly pull off Evan's underpants. "Full house beats a pair," he said with a snicker. "You wish," Evan replied as his young cock was revealed, pointing mostly in the direction of the ceiling. My own boner was more parallel to the floor. There were reactions to each. "Holy crap, Mike, that thing's a club!" Brent said as it came into view. Meantime Sammy, apparently never having seen Evan naked and hard before, remarked, "Dude, you could put out someone's eye with that thing." "Then don't stick it in your eye," Evan replied. Then, he reached down and smacked his friend in the face with it. "Hey!" Sammy cried, grabbing Evan's dick and pushing it away. As he stood, they both laughed, as did the rest of us. None of these hard-ons was likely to go down anytime soon. None of the boys thought my own erection was anything unusual, since it was one among many. The laughter settled down, but the dicks didn't. Jaden appeared to be studying something in one of the rule books -- all this stuff is available online, but the kid actually prefers books -- although I could tell he was definitely checking everyone else out. Then he stood up and said, "The genie walks around, looking at each of you the way a slave trader might, eyeing your muscles." I heard Sammy making a little noise, one that definitely meant, "I'll bet I know which muscles he's looking at." He made us stand back up as he played out the inspection, walking from one to the next, evaluating us like meat. I noticed Brent and Sammy whispering as he looked at me, then Brent shared the secret when Jaden reviewed Evan's naked teen body. As Jaden looked at Sammy, I filled Evan in. "The genie appears pleased," Jaden said, "and says that the game is over." "Um, just a second, there, Mr. Genie," said Brent. "What is it?" replied Jaden, still in character. Behind him, Evan said, "We haven't finished the game yet." As Jaden turned, Brent moved closer. "What do you mean?" he asked. "You said it wouldn't stop until everyone is the room is bare," said Sammy. Moving in before he could react, I caught the boy up in a full Nelson and added, "we'll just take care of that right now!" I lifted Jaden off the floor and Sammy grabbed his feet before he could kick. Evan attacked his belt and Brent went for the shirt buttons. Once everything was unfastened, we put him down on the couch and sat on him to keep him still as we stripped him of every stitch of clothes. When we were done, he cowered on the couch like a Skeksis. "Very funny, guys," he said finally. "Give me back my clothes." "Have this instead," I said, handing him bong and lighter. That seemed to relax him a little bit, and he accepted with resignation. The hit calmed him still more, and he was soon revealing his own teen treasures, including a dick that was plump and fast becoming as hard as all the rest of ours. "What now?" he asked. "Spin the bottle?" asked Sammy hopefully. Evan made a face, and I suggested, "Only if you can't kiss the same person in the same place twice." I thought Evan was going to have a cow, but Jaden said, "Whatevs, as long as we keep getting high." Sammy looked pleased, and Brent oblivious. Someone produced a bottle, and there was a fairly quick round of boys pecking cheeks as things warmed up. "Let's make it more interesting," uttered Brent as he was receiving a dry peck from Jaden. Accepting the bong, he explained, "All the kisses have to use tongue." "No hickies," said Jaden, who was sitting back, legs spread, cock thrusting upright some six inches. To my surprise, everyone agreed. On Sammy's next spin he got me. "No hickies," he said, and kissed my neck in a way that sent chills through me. I couldn't help but inhale sharply. Evan laughed, and Brent clapped his hands. "Somebody's happy," the latter boy said. Feeling a lot more uninhibited I said, "Damn straight. You can suck my neck anytime you like, son." "Just your neck?" Sammy asked, looking down pointedly. "Anything you like," I replied. "As long as you don't suck the exact spot twice." It was my turn to spin, and I was surrounded by teen boys who were as naked, high, hard, and horny as I was. 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