Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2014 22:26:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matt Johnson <speedoguy1992@yahoo.com>
Subject: Strip Poker and Speedos: Part 6

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Strip Poker and Speedos: Part 6

   Sunday morning awakened me from an enchanted slumber filled with sinewy
boys, lust-filled eyes lost in the fog of sexual arousal, and hard
glistening boycocks. The world was fresh and gay, filled with endless
possibilities for a boy who was in love with another boy. I, however, had
two immediate problems--my cock was hard, and it was freezing cold in my
bedroom. For the first time ever, I had been bold enough to sleep
naked. The covers felts so good on my long limber body. However, I shared
my bedroom with my fifteen-year old brother Luke, who would make fun of me
mercilessly for days if he saw my little boy-sized hard on. Sure, on a
daily basis we saw each other without any clothes on since neither one of
us was modest at all, and we shared the same bedroom, the same closet, and
the same bathroom..

  Luke, however, was everything that I was not. At fifteen, he was
practically covered in hair. He had so much curly dark brown hair on his
legs that they were downright furry. His arm pits looked like small rodents
had taken up residence there. He had hair on his chest between his pecs,
and his beard was so full that he needed to shave every day. Then, there
was the bush above his cock. It was thick and luscious. Heck, he even had
hair on the cheeks of his muscular ass, and his cock, when soft, had to be
at least six inches long. I had never seen it hard, but was hopeful that
maybe one day I would. He looked like a grown man, but still acted like a
boy. A boy who delighted in tormenting his younger brother especially since
Dad gave him such a hard time because in school I was all A's, and Luke was
B's and C's. He did not think school was important, so, instead of hitting
the books, he worked out with weights every day and ate incessantly to add
the
 weight he needed to play football. In short, he was bigger, stronger, more
masculine, dumber, and meaner than I would ever be. The worst part of it
all was that no one, but me, ever saw his dark side. He had lots of other
jocks for friends and had recently started dating girls.

   Thankfully, we did have a few things in common. Our faces were nearly
duplicates. We both had blue eyes and wore our brown hair spiky on the
top. Finally, we both slept in the nude. Admittedly, I had only done it
once, but I thought it was cool that we now had one more thing to add to
our very short list of shared habits. In spite of all of his faults,
however, I absolutely worshipped the ground that Luke trod upon. He was my
very popular, older brother who, on very rare occasions, said something
kind to me. Since I lived for his approval, I would go to any extreme
necessary to hide the fact that I was a total cock-loving, cum-swallowing
fag from him. He could never find out, because I knew that if he did, I
would not be able to bear the rejection with which he would assail me.

   Unfortunately, all of my thinking about Luke had done nothing to
weakened the state of my morning wood, and I had to piss badly. So, I
quietly slipped out of bed, with my four inch hard cock pointed straight up
in full view of my sleeping brother. That was the only way I could get out
of the bed. There was no way to cover it up. When, I looked down to see if
he was still sleeping, I gasped aloud when I saw that his eyes were
open. Instantly, a devilish smile overtook his groggy face. Looking
straight at my cock, he asked, "Hey Matty, you want me to get you some
ketchup for that French fry you got there?"

   He was the only person who called me Matty, and I had always liked it,
but I wished he had not seen how small my hard dick was. "Why don't
you go back to sleep Luke," I replied not even trying to hide my cock
from him. I went straight to the dresser that we shared and pulled on a
pair of my bikini underwear. They were the only kind I owned. Naturally,
Luke only wore boxers.

   Watching me fit my hard cock into the tiny black polyester and spandex
underwear, Luke said, "Now I understand why you wear those
panties. You've got a pussy instead of a dick." Trying to ignore him
and desperate to get out of the room as quickly as possible, I decided to
forget about putting any shorts on, so I walked toward the door. He was
not, however, finished yet, "I'm sorry, bro, but your dick is so
small, I bet you have to be careful not to piss on your nuts." He was
actually laughing out loud at this point.

   "Don't forget; I'm only twelve years old. I've got plenty of time
to grow," I reminded him. "Heck," I thought to myself,
"I had only started puberty last summer." I closed our bedroom
door and crept quietly down the hall to the bathroom. I did not want any
other member of my family to see my little hard on, and I was desperate to
piss. Luckily, I made it to the bathroom without incident. I tugged down my
bikini briefs, and willed my cock to go down enough so that I could relieve
my aching bladder. Finally, a yellow stream started flowing, and I let out
a sigh and a shiver. Damn, it was cold! I decided that the only way to get
warm would be to take a hot shower. After pissing, I stepped into the
shower and turned the hot water on full force. While I waited for the
water's temperature to rise, I closed my eyes while tiny little videos of
my last shower started to play behind my eyelids.

   In the first video, the image of my favorite Indian chief filled my
mind. Every electrical impulse in by brain was charged with images of our
new swim coach stroking his turgid six-inch cock with his eyes closed and a
smile upon his chiseled face. I cannot imagine what impulse made him decide
to take such a tremendous risk in front of sixteen twelve to
fourteen-year-olds, but this gay boy was damned glad he did. If only one
member of the team had found his erotic behavior to have been inappropriate
and left the scene to report him to the management of the YMCA, his first
day as swim coach would also have been his last day. It was a good thing
that he was also a kid, under the age of eighteen, otherwise what he did
could have landed him in jail. I began to wonder if there was any law
prohibiting a bunch of sexually-charged boys from spilling their seed
together upon the shower room floor of a YMCA. Since I couldn't think of
any, I began to hope that
 every after-practice team shower would get out of hand.

   At this point I had begun to enjoy the feeling of the hot water rushing
down my lithe swimmer's body when the next mini-video began to play. It was
of the handsome Murray twins who had unashamedly taken turns masturbating
one another in front of their entire team. I had always fantasized that the
identical brothers had wild sex with one another, but never imagined it
could be true. Yet, given the opportunity, Grant and Gary willingly let us
in on their secret. They were both brothers and gay lovers. The fact that
they had let the entire swim team see them giving pleasure to one another
in such a public way, I could only imagine what the two of them did
together nightly in the privacy of the bedroom that they undoubtedly
shared. I tried to wrap my head around all of the things that I would do
privately with my identical twin brother, if I had one. Let me just put it
this way, the sex we would have together would be so incredible, that the
two of us
 would only emerge from our bedroom for the essentials--food and swim
practice. Otherwise, we would have no need for anything or anyone else. It
was a good thing I was not born a twin.

   The next video that took over the screen in my overstimulated brain was
of the two sexiest members of the Coushatta Indian tribe who, like the
Murray twins, had taken turns stroking each other's hooded cobras. I
absolutely could not believe my eyes, and my reaction to their incredible
sensual display had many dimensions. First, the combination of their long
hair, well-defined athletic bodies, and their nearly identical looking
uncut cocks was absolutely erotic and exotic. Next, the fact that there was
a four year age difference and an eight inch difference in height made the
scene so very improbable. The fact of the matter was that these two
brothers had become intimate with one another recently since most boys
don't start puberty until the age of twelve, and Indian boy had just turned
twelve. How had it started? I had a feeling that John David had somehow
seduced or blackmailed Indian boy into stroking him just like he had done
to me. The taboo
 aspect of two brothers touching each other in such a sensual way was not
lost on me. I began to imagine their hard naked bodies writhing together as
their full lips and tongues battles one another for dominance. It was clear
that our swim coach liked having sex with boys who were younger than he
was, and Indian Boy was a rare boy indeed. He had a face that was pretty as
a girl's, a large cock for his age, and his body was lean with the
definition that came from running and playing other sports. Heck, if I was
not in love with Bob, I would make a play for him, and I began to imagine
Indian Boy's uncut cock filling my mouth with his Native American seed.

   While these scenes had filled my mind's eye, I had been stoking my
cock. I would take myself to the edge of an orgasm and back off. The
feeling of the warm water and my five fingers wrapped around my boyhood,
stroking from the base and over the head again and again was
excellent. While I was fantasizing about Indian Boy, I had nearly gone past
the edge and fired my load in the misty air, but I hadn't. I had decided to
save my cum for Bob just in case we found a place for some boy-on-boy
action that afternoon during our walk in the woods. So, I stopped playing
with my meat and started giving myself pleasure in other ways. I began to
rub and squeeze my brown boy-sized nipples until they grew has hard as two
small erasers. Then, I began to rub the middle finger on my right hand in
between my legs back and forth over my puckered asshole.

   With my eyes closed once again, I allowed the video of Jamal, the only
black boy on our swim team, to fill my mind's movie screen. I had always
found him to be extremely hot and oftentimes discretely observed the size
of his package inside his Speedo. No other boy filled out the pouch of a
Speedo like Jamal did. The red Speedo he always wore, which contrasted with
his ebony skin, was as big turn a turn on for me as were the diamond studs
he wore in both ears. I had also noticed that Jamal had the biggest feet on
the team. It made me wonder if all guys with big feet also had big
cocks. Next, the color of Jamal's skin fascinated me and made me long to
have skin his color. I hated my white skin, but had grown to accept the
fact that the only thing I could do to change it was to maintain a healthy
brown tan. Additionally, I liked the way he kept the hair on his head so
short you could see his black scalp, and I also liked looking at his kinky
black pubes
 which covered the area above his dick. After yesterday's massive circle
jerk, however, I no longer had to imagine what Jamal's cock looked like
when it was hard. This uncut ninth grader had a long black snake that I
wanted inside of me. While I watched Jamal stroking his python and playing
with his low-hanging hairless black balls, I pushed my middle finger passed
the opening of my boy pussy inside the warmth of my ass for the first
time. I began to work my longest finger in and out of my hole until I hit
the nugget inside that I knew was my prostate. I saw stars and experienced
a sensation I had never felt before. It felt so good that I pulled the one
finger out and pressed two fingers against my back door. I slowly stretched
the opening until both my index and middle fingers were inside my hole,
imagining that it was Jamal who was fucking me, making me his white boy
bitch. The image of his long black pole pumping in and out of my tight
white hole was
 a fantasy I hoped that one day would would become real. I indulged this
incredible new sensation until I felt more precum oozing from the slit of
my my own baby python, and I pulled my fingers out. Once again, I had
reached the edge and managed to use enough self control to back off. I was
saving my cum and my hole for Bob.

   Once my heart returned to its normal rhythm, I quickly soaped up my
entire body, paying special attention to my hard cock and asshole. I
checked to see if I had any new public hair or hair in my arm pits. Even
though I was hopeful that I would never be as hairy as my brother, I
definitely wanted to know that I was developing like other seventh grade
boys. Pubes, arm pit hair, and leg hair meant that you were becoming a
man. Consequently, each new hair I discovered made me hopeful that, as
puberty progressed, my little cock would grow. I mean I didn't want
anything as big as Jamal's, but I definitely wanted to be at least four
inches long when soft and at least as big as John David when I was hard. I
was excited to find two hairs in one arm pit and one in another even
though, as far as I could tell, my cock had not grown a millimeter since I
measured it back in August.

   I proceeded to shampoo my short brown hair. I rinsed off and stepped out
of the shower. Surprisingly the room had warmed up. I guessed that the
timer on our central heating unit had caused the unit to kick on, making
our home comfortable so that we all could get out of bed and get ready for
church. After I finished drying off, I used some deodorant on my
no-longer-smooth arm pits. Then, I wrapped the white towel around my waist
and attempted to pin my cock pointing up since it was still hard as a
brick. I grabbed my black nylon bikini briefs and walked quietly back down
the hall to my bedroom. Once again, the hall was empty. When I turned the
knob on my bedroom door, I discovered that it was locked.

   I could not even imagine why Luke had locked me out of my own room. The
only time in the past that he had locked me out was when he had sneaked
this girl named Diana into the room when Mom and Dad were out of town. I
did want to wake anyone or have anyone see my woody beneath the towel, so I
quietly knocked on the door and whispered into the crack where the door met
the frame, "Luke, please open the door."

   I was both shocked and relieved when the door opened almost
immediately. I quickly stepped into the room to have another of my
fantasies fulfilled. There standing before me fully naked proudly
displaying a very large, very hard cock and hairy testicles the size of
ping pong balls was my sexy, sadistic brother Luke. I began to wonder what
had become of the tame, modest world that I had occupied my entire life
until the day before yesterday. Then, I realized that my eyes had been
glued to his erection at least two seconds too long to make myself appear
surprised but disinterested.

   "Holy crap," I found myself speaking without thinking.

   "You are acting like you have never seen me naked before,"
Luke responded.

   I finally unglued my eyes from his engorged sausage and looked at his
face. "Yea, but I've never seen it hard before. It's so..."

   "...big," he finished my sentence wrapping his fingers sound
the base of it. "Yea, in a few years, your little prick will look
something like this." He actually smiled at me while waving his cock
back and forth.

   "I hope so, but I kind of doubt it, bro. You are bigger than I am
all over," I realized that my cock was starting to hurt from all of
this new excitement, so I reached down and rubbed it through the
towel. "But what? Why?"

   "Why am I standing here with a huge boner in front of my little
brother?" he asked. "Look, after I saw your morning wood, I
realized that you were probably heading off to the bathroom to jack off. I
know that that's what I like to do when I wake up with a hard on, like I
did today. So, after it took a while for you to come back to the room, I
decided to polish my rocket since I was so horny. I also decided that I
didn't give a shit if you walked in on me. The way I see it, we can both go
off and find some place to hide so that we can buff our bananas secretly,
or we can just do it right here in our own room in front of each other. We
are both horny boys, and we see each other naked all of the time. So, if it
doesn't bother you, I am going to spank my monkey anytime I feel like it,
and I want you to do the same. Is that cool with you little bro?"

   I said, "Sure Luke, it is definitely cool with me, and don't freak
out if I watch you sometimes. I am still figuring out how to do this
stuff."

   "Look man, I don't give a shit if you watch me or if you get into
bed with me so that we can choke our chickens side-by-side. The only thing
is; you cannot tell anyone about this, including your best friend
Bob. Other people just won't understand. Do we have a deal?" He
unwrapped his fingers from around his seven-inch long cock, and put his
hand out for me to shake it.

   I eager reached out and shook his hand to close the deal. This was
unreal. My super sexy, very masculine older brother just invited me to
"choke my chicken" with him in his bed. Holy fuck! Who would
believe this, and who would believe that Luke knew so many different ways
to say "masturbate." I began to laugh.

   "What are laughing at little man?" Luke asked.

   "This whole thing is kind of funny. I mean would you ever imagine
the two of us making a secret jack-off pact? It's so unreal, but very
cool. I am definitely tired of..."

   "...flogging the dog on the toilet," Luke interrupted.

   "In my case, it is a lot more like pounding the puppy," I
suggested smiling sheepishly.

   Luke laughed and walked up to me with his erection sticking out in front
of him, like the main gun on a tank, and gave me a hug. "You know, you
are alright Matty. I mean, this morning I made fun of your willy and even
laughed at it, and you were so cool about it that you are even making jokes
about your little clock yourself. Not many other boys your age would be
able to do that. You are really cool."

   "Thanks, Luke," I replied looking into his blue eyes
smiling. "You're not the first guy to make a joke about it, and you
probably won't be the last. Seriously though, the jokes don't bother me. I
know my dick is still small, but so are most guys my age. All I know is,
this little guy works just fine." I squeezed my hard cock through the
towel. Momentarily, I entertained the thought that, while I wanted it to
grow bigger, I would actually be cool with having a cock this size the rest
of my life. There was something about having a little cock and having to
endure other guys making fun of it that was a turn on. Besides, somehow I
felt that it marked me as being submissive which was a role I was
comfortable with. I longed to be dominated by other boys, and I knew, in
time, I would get my wish.

   Luke, who watched me grope myself said, "Shit little brother, are
you still hard after jacking off in the shower a few minutes ago?"

   "Who said that I jacked off?" I asked.

   Luke ripped the towel off of my waist and threw it in the floor exposing
my rock-hard four-incher. "Then, what are we doing standing around
talking. We've both got some business to take care of. Come on Matt, let's
peel our cucumbers together." He jumped into his bed and indicated
that he wanted me to join him by patting the empty place on his mattress
next to him.

   So, I jumped in. At this point, I had no more self control left. I knew
that, even if I shot a load now, I would have some cum left for Bob. If
yesterday was any indication of how many loads I could fire in one day, I
figured I was good for at least three. I climbed into Luke's twin bed and
lay my head on his shoulder. I reached down with my right hand and grabbed
my cock when I realized I did not have any lube.

   "Hey, Luke, you got any lotion to use so that you can oil your
cucumber and I can lube my pickle?" I asked smiling.

   "I never use lotion, Matty," he said. "Just spit on your
hand; saliva works just fine, and it's always around whenever you need
it." Matt spit a load of saliva into his hand and spread it on his
monstrous prick which was pointed straight at the ceiling. He did this a
few times, until it was nice and slick. Then, he closed his eyes and
starting stroking from the base where his penis was connected to his hairy
balls to the red head--up and down until precum began to flow from the
slit. "Besides, once you get goin'," he said, "you should
make enough precum to keep your dick slippery enough for an awesome hand
job."

   I liked being this close to him and wanted this moment to last as long
as possible. Watching Luke Jack off was a big turn on. I was fascinated by
his method. Both his cock and the way he masturbated seemed to be filled
with anger. First, his cock was swollen and red with veins bursting from
its surface. It reminded me of my dad's face when he raged. Next, the way
he slammed his fist into his hairy balls on the downstroke looked like he
was pounding on a table; it had to hurt. Watching him literally beat his
meat and the look of fierce concentration of his handsome face were turning
me on. I wanted to reach down and feel his heavy cock and balls just like I
had seen two pairs of brothers do the previous day. Yet, I did not want to
press my luck; I would let Luke be the one to initiate the next step. While
I simply wanted to watch Luke until he shot what I assumed would me an
enormous load, I had been hard nor nearly an hour, so I was horny. I spit
into
 my hand and coated my cock several times until it was good and slick.

   I knew that after all the edging I had tormented myself with and the ass
play I had treated myself to in the shower, that I would shoot a good long
rope of sweet boy cream in just a few minutes. I starting pumping with
increasing speed, catchy the precum from the slit with my fist on the
upstroke and coating my cock with it on the downstroke. I loved both the
feeling of my sexy brother's warm hairy body next to mine and watching him
draw closer and closer to the grand finale. Several times Luke looked over
at me, without making eye contact, and watched me pounding my puppy and
playing with my smooth nuts. Then, he would close his eyes, lick his lips,
and jack off with more and more ferocity.

   Both of us began to pant and to raise our hips slightly off the bed and
back down again in concert with the pumping of our hands over our
saliva-coated cocks. My balls were the first to draw up just before I fired
a six-inch long string of white juice onto my flat stomach and brown
chest. As I fought to catch my breath, I watched Luke's large ball-sack
tighten up while he continued to assault himself alternately flexing his
bicep on the upstroke and his tricep on the downstroke with increasing
speed and fury. Just before his canon fired its first volley, a smile
crossed his masculine face. Then, he began to shoot. The first load
actually landed on his left shoulder; the next round spattered on my chest
and chin. The third volley struck the hairy spot between his pecs, and the
final load landed on his hard cut stomach. What an incredible show he had
put on for me, filled with intensity and the tangy smell of semen. I closed
my eyes and relished the
 moment while Luke floated down from his sexual high.

   Once I returned to reality, I realized that we could not move without
cum running off of us onto Luke's sheets which would leave the kind of
evidence that we did not want our mother to find on wash day. So, I started
to reach for my little black bikini briefs to use to wipe the cum up with,
when Luke said, "Fuck! That felt so good. Thanks for being so cool
Matty. That was hot. When I saw you shoot, it was so sexy that I shot with
more force than I ever have before, including when Miguel and I have done
it."

   My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The previous year, even
though I was only a sixth grader, I had practiced with the swim team at the
junior high school that Luke and Miguel had attended. Miguel's parents had
immigrated to the U.S. when he was a little boy, and he was the first Cuban
that Luke and I had ever met. He had brown eyes, brown skin, long wavy
brown hair, and a killer smile. Any time I passed him in the hall on the
way to an after-school swim practice session, he was either animatedly
talking to and laughing with a group of his football buddies while
displaying the most perfectly straight white teeth I had ever seen, or he
was talking to a girl with his sexy eyes sparkling. No matter how busy he
was, he always stopped a moment to say hi to me and call me by name. I
would smile, return the greeting, and look down demurely. I noticed that he
always seemed to be chewing gum. I especially liked looking at his muscular
Cuban legs which
 were covered with fine brown hair and at his butt cheeks which were round
and hard from years spent doing squats at the gym. To me his ass looked
like he had shoved the two halves of a cantaloupe down the back of his
shorts. It was perfect. I liked to imagine how great it would look in a
Speedo. In short, he was my idea of what it meant to be a young man; he was
as handsome as the Murray twins, but much more masculine. I had idolized
him and had frequently fantasized about sucking his hot Cuban cigar.

   "Wait a minute, you mean to tell me that you have jacked off
side-side here in your bed with Miguel Acosta, the captain of the JV a
Football team?" I finally asked once I regained the ability to think
and speak with coherence.

   "I sure have, lots of times. Whenever you stay over at Bob's house,
I always ask Miguel to stay over here. He also has to share his bedroom
with a little brother, so he takes every chance he can get to spend the
night apart from his brother. Even though they are very close, he likes to
have some 'bro time' with me. Anyhow, two buddies beating off together is
no big deal Matty. I'll bet most guys do it."

   "No way! You've spanked your monkey with Miguel, and you've watched
his Cuban missile fire over and over again?"

   "Yea, Matty, I have man. In fact, he always sleeps naked under your
sheets. Don't freak out, okay?"

   I nodded.

   "He has even shot plenty of cum while lying in your bed!" Luke
laughed.

   "Speaking of cum, Luke," I said. We are both covered in
it. What do want to wipe it up with. I've got my underwear here," I
said holding up my black bikinis.

   "Forget about those panties, bro. There is not enough fabric there
to wipe up more than a couple of drops. Besides, we can't leave any
evidence for Mom to find. Let's just self clean. It's what Miguel and I
always do," Luke said. Then, he showed me what "self
cleaning" meant by using two fingers to scoop up the cum puddle that
had formed on his stomach and licking it off his fingers.

   I did my best to hide my shock after seeing my super straight brother
eating his own semen, so I scooped up the string that Luke had shot onto my
upper chest and chin. I eagerly licked his salty juice from my fingers
while he scooped up the cum I had fired onto my chest and belly. I
furtively watched him enthusiastically lick my cum off his fingers. Next, I
reached over and scooped up the volley which had landed on his shoulder
while he tried to dig the cum out of the hair between his pecs.

   "Do you need some help?" I asked when I saw that he was having
a hard time getting all the cum off of his chest.

   "Go for it, little dude," he said.

  I rolled over partially on top of his hairy naked body and began to lick
between his pecs. In spite of the fact the cum had coated his chest beneath
a swath of hair, I did my best to clean him up. While I was helping Luke
self clean, I felt my cock rub again his hip. Since it did not seem to
bother Luke, I did not bother to move it even when it starting getting hard
again. Next, I moved over to the pec nearest me, licked up some stray cum
splatters, and started sucking his nipple, Luke closed his eyes and softly
moaned before he came back to his senses.

   "Hold up, Matty. Don't get carried away little man. Jacking off
together is one thing; nipple licking crosses the line into the territory
reserved for fags."

   "I'm sorry, Luke. I guess I just got caught up in the moment,"
I said.

   "No worries, bro," Luke replied as he finished scooping and
licking up the remaining cum off his body.

   I was having a hard time figuring Luke out. Apparently, eating the cum
off of each other's bodies was okay for straight boys so long as no nipples
were involved. I would have to keep a list: cum is straight, nipples are
gay, and one guy's hard cock rubbing against another guy's hip is
straight. What the fuck kind of delusional world was he living in? Like
John David, my butch older brother liked having sex with boys his own age
and younger. Even though his logic was screwy, I would do anything for
Luke's approval and to have sex with him again, so I was not going to be
the one to tell him that he was a burgeoning bisexual.

   "Thanks Luke. I have to tell you that I like that I don't have to
hide to jack off anymore," I said with my head still on his
shoulder. "This is going to be great, and I promise that I will keep
everything we do together a secret. There is one thing, however, I would
like for you to think about. Would it be cool for me to jack off with both
you and Miguel one day?"

   "I don't think so Matty. It might freak Miguel out since, as far as
he knows, no one knows about our 'bro time'. Plus, the dude is super
straight. He has told me over and over again that I am the only guy he has
ever done anything like this with. You cool with that?"

   "Sure? It's cool," I replied sitting up. I grabbed my tiny
black bikinis and pulled them on positioning my soft cock pointing toward
my belly button. I figured it would hurt less pointing that way if I got a
boner in the car on the way to church. That's one thing I hated about being
twelve, spontaneous erections. Otherwise, everything else was pretty
amazing. I knew that none of this ever would have happened if I had not
suggested that Bob and I should play strip poker. I began to wonder what
chain reaction another friendly game of strip poker would start. I could
not wait to find out.