Date: Sat, 13 May 2000 14:28:57 -0400
From: Colonel Sheridan <mwm_iso@hotmail.com>
Subject: Basement Strip Poker

It was the summer of '67. We were six 14 year old boys hanging out with
nothing to do. Bob's parents were at work, so we figured we should crash at
his high-rise. After several hours of reading comics, riding the elevators,
and throwing ice off the balcony, we were starting to get bored - real
bored. And, it was way too hot. I noticed a key hanging on the wall in the
kitchen. Bob said it opened the storage room in the basement, but he'd never
been there. His parents told him kids weren't allowed down there.

That's all we needed to hear. The next sound was the kitchen door slamming
behind us as we all made our way to the basement.

The storage room was a cool dusty catacomb of passageways sided with wooden
framed stalls. Two-by-four beams ran like railroad tracks above the
passageways and the stalls were walled with chicken wire. Many of the
cubicles were overflowing: old toys, magazines, sealed boxes (we guessed
they had to contain invaluable treasures like gold coins and penthouse
magazines). But, how thoughtless - all the doors were locked! So, we decided
to do some more exploring. The catacombs opened into a cavernous room filled
with empty cardboard boxes and another door to the outside. We were all in
agreement - we had stumbled across most incredible fort in existence!

Eric, the perennial show-off, discovered he could jump up onto the rafters
and swing from beam to beam. Matt and Jeff ran after Eric trying to pull him
down from the rafters. Mike and I were poking at the contents in some of the
stalls. We saw a tattered deck of cards and managed to free it from its
prison in the wire cage. Mike suggested we play cards.
We all convened in the box-room and sat, cross-legged in a circle. Eric
grabbed the deck and started to amaze us with his card shuffling acumen. I
wanted to know what card game people wanted to play. Mike, jokingly, replied
"Strip Poker!" Matt didn't seem too keen, but his apprehension sparked
everybody else on. Pretty soon, everybody agreed - the game was strip poker.
Five-card draw, joker's wild.

Eric dealt cards around the circle. Matt seemed especially nervous. We took
extraordinary pleasure in that and started taunting he'd definitely be the
first one to lose. More cards round the circle - everybody now had all
their cards. Suddenly, the game didn't seem like such a great idea. I didn't
have any good cards. I started doing a mental inventory all the items I was
wearing. damn - glad I wore socks and tennis shoes instead of sandals today!

After a few rounds, and the moment of truth came, I had a pair of threes.
Ugh, this couldn't be good. Luckily, Jeff only had a pair of two's. Off came
his tee shirt - to the catcalls of the rest of us.
The second game, I lost my tee shirt. I don't know why, but I was getting
embarrassed. We all played ball together at school and showered together,
but, somehow, this seemed different. As the games progressed, the pace and
taunting increased. A dozen or so more games and Mike and Eric were down to
their underwear. I don't know if anybody else noticed, but Eric was sporting
a large growing bulge. I didn't want to get excited, but couldn't help
myself. Everybody started getting serious woodies, though nobody commented.

The next hand, Matt didn't have any good cards. Off came his shorts. We
finally understood why he was so nervous - he had a dick the size of a
pinky. It was pointing due north, but couldn't have measured more than an
inch. Eric mocked - "Hey Matt, how come you've got such a pencil dick?" Matt
protested that he was born prematurely. It seemed to make sense at the time.
Eric was the next to lose. Unfortunately for Matt (and, the rest of us), he
was hung like a horse. I couldn't help but stare. At this point, all members
were at full attention and the game seemed to be moving at light speed. I
was the next one to lose. Next came Mike. Bob and Tim managed to keep on a
sock and skivvies.

I was definitely excited. I'd never felt like this before. It was
mesmerizing seeing everybody else's dork in this state. The next hand was
dealt - finally - I had a full house. Damn! Bob and Tim also had high hands.

This time, Matt's luck really an out. Nothing at all. But, we hadn't thought
this through. Matt was already in the buff - he couldn't take off anything
else. In a split second, I shouted out "If you loose and can't take off
anything, you have to do something we tell you to do!" Everybody thought
that was a great idea - after all, Matt hadn't yet been humiliated enough. I
said "Matt - you have to touch Eric's dick!" Once again, a round of
agreement and accolades for my creativity.

But, I wasn't done yet. I was concocting a plan. As we all spurred him on,
Matt shyly brushed Eric's humongous rod with the back of his hand. I was
very insistent - "You've got to do more than just brush it - you've got to
really TOUCH IT." I made a real nuisance of myself. "Go on you wuss! Whatcha
scared of??" My inner hope was, if Matt or Eric got angry enough with me,
then maybe they'd make me do the same thing - or worse!

"Ok, OK!" said Matt, and he rubbed his hand over Eric's member a few more
times. Matt scowled at me as he did it. Tim exclaimed, "Enough already!

Let's play another hand." For the first time in my life, I was looking
forward to getting a miserable hand. Shit! Three of a kind. I put two of
them back and asked for more cards. Another three of a kind! Tim lost. All
he had to do was take off a lousy sock.

About a second passed. The next hand was dealt. Yes! This time, I had
nothing. Everybody put down their hands. I held my breath. Two of a kind.
Full house. Three of a kind! I had lost. I had to make this look convincing.
I looked at Matt, frowned, and said "Oh Shit!!!"

Matt slowly grinned. Well, whoever has lost and is naked has to do
something. I think we should make him do something to Eric. I pleaded, "Oh
no, come on guys.", but my protestations landed on deaf ears. The die had
been cast. Matt said, "I think you're gonna have to jerk him off."

My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't ever done this to another guy, but I had
thought about it -- often. Eric grinned broadly and laid back on the ground.

He raised his hips slightly and his balls draped down to just above his
anus. I reached over and took hold of his shaft. The intensity of the heat
surprised me. It was like a furnace - a really BIG furnace. As I brushed the
head, Eric's penis jerked a bit. Eric's lips pursed and then relaxed. The
guys started to repeat "stroke it - you've got to RUB IT!" I started, meekly
at first, then rhythmically stroking up and down the shaft. Eric's dick
pushed up through my hand and his hips started to match the beat of my fist.

Eric upbraided, "you've got to rub all the way up to the head and then down
to my balls with each stroke!" I adjusted my technique. "No, NO hold it
tighter!" Eric started thrusting his hips more with each pass of my hand.
His balls were slapping against his butt and his anus was opening and
closing slightly with each thrust. His dick was bright purple, as was mine.

I'd never been this excited before - I felt like I was going to explode,
without even touching myself. "Dammit!" he exclaimed, you're not doing this
right, here, let me show you! He pushed my hand away and started pumping his
rod for all it was worth.
Suddenly, he gasped, as his body convulsed and a torrent of jism exploded,
shooting up to the rafters. Another spurt - sailing into one of the
cardboard boxes; a third flying out -- hitting the wall. I'd never seen
anything like this. It just kept going. Finally, he let out a sigh and sunk
to the ground. "See? Like that!" he grinned.

I was in pre-orgasmic shock. I would have spent if even a slight breeze
brushed me at that moment. Tim applauded - "that was very impressive!"
Everybody else agreed. By the looks of their members, I could see they were
all VERY impressed.
Eric thanked everybody and exclaimed "I've gotta go clean out my pipes." He
got up and started to pee into one of the cardboard boxes. Just then, we
heard a noise from the far end of the storage complex. "I told you I heard
somebody in here!" echoed a faceless adult voice in the distance. "HOLY
SHIT!" We hurriedly gathered up all our belongings and started running as we
were jumping into our clothes. We managed to get out through the back door
before the voices got within our sights.

 I don't think I've ever run that fast. While running, we said a quick
goodbye and everybody raced to the safety of his own home. Once I made it to
my house, I continued running until I reached the door of my room. I closed
the door, locked it, and lay down on my bed. I had a long night ahead of
me...