From: mpierce@pathcom.com
Subject: NEW STORY - "Strip Poker" by MM (m/mmm, teens)
Date: 17 Sep 1996 04:18:43 GMT

WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic
sex between consenting teenaged males.  If you are offended by such material,
or are under the legal age of consent to read such material please do not read
any further.  All persons and events depicted in the following story are
entirely fictitious.  Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely
coincidental.

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   "Strip Poker"

    by Mikey Mark

* * *

I'll never forget being thirteen years old.  It was one of the wildest and
most exciting periods in my life.  We were on the edge of adolescence, young,
naive and still boys.  We were going out with girls, but it was still quite
innocent, despite our talk.

Late in the school year, when the weather was warm, a rich and popular girl
(who was best friends with THE prettiest girl in school) had a party.  It was
the social event of the school year (if you were invited).  It was an
excellent party by the standards of the time (and our ages!), with much
"lights out" and "necking" sessions.  Not too much went on there, beyond a
bunch of 13 year old virgins sitting on couches, necking and feeling each
other up in the darkness.  The "singles" were left in the other
rooms.  I was one of the lucky/cool ones in the right room!

Anyway, the point of this story is NOT about the prettiest girl at the party.
 On the contrary, the story is about the cutest boy at the party!  You see, my
good friend Ian was blessed with curly blond hair, blue eyes, dimples,
stunning good looks and very friendly and liberal parents.  After the hot
party at Sue's house, four of us guys went over to Ian's house to sleep
overnight.

It was a fantastic night all around.  First we go to this "mixed" hot party
with a wild and darkened "make-out" room, then, thoroughly primed with hot yet
totally unsatisfied adolescent lust, then the four of us guys get picked up by
Ian's mother and driven over to their house for pizza.  After the pizza, Ian's
parents send us all downstairs to the basement rec-room where our sleeping
bags and other stuff was left there earlier.

Ian, being the host, as well as the tallest and the best looking, was the
natural leader.  He suggested we play poker.  An argument ensued about money,
and it was generally agreed that only Ian and I had any, so that was that.

It was Rob who suggested that we play strip poker instead.  At first, there
was silence.  After about ten seconds that seemed like hours, Ian said, "Sure,
why the fuck not?".  I could scarcely conceal my excitement.  I didn't want to
be first to agree, but after Ian, it was easy to say, "I'm game".

Faced with the three of us, Paul pretty much had to go along.  Paul was always
kind of shy and hesitant, although he was very good looking, second only to
Ian in this regard.  He had sandy brown hair, parted in the middle, dark brown
eyes and a boyish smile.  He was the shortest and lightest build of the four
of us.

Ian got out the cards and we sat on the couch and chairs around a coffee
table.  There was shag-carpet on the floor and wood paneling on the walls.  We
really felt cool sitting there dealing out the cards and bragging about our
evening's exploits.

Ian and Rob set out the rules.  They were very simple.  We played 5 cards, two
draws, the worst hand lost one item of clothing.  Watches and jewelry didn't
count.  Shoes and socks were considered as pairs to be "one item".

The first few hands went quickly and nervously.  There was a lot of smirking
and bluffing that's for sure.  After all of us had lost our shoes and socks,
and I was losing (winning?) with my t-shirt gone as well.  The next few hands
went rather well for me, and all four of us boys were shirtless.

The next hand was tense, that was for sure.  We were all down to just our
jeans and underwear.  You'd think we were playing for million dollar stakes if
you just went by the tension in the air.  It was very exciting and I knew then
that something was going to happen.  You could just feel it in the air.  We
were all still very horny from our evening as Sue's house, and feeling the
atmosphere, I hoped we would get into some good old boyish "horsing" around.

Anyway, I lost that hand, and to much jeering, I stood up and took off my
jeans.  I didn't hesitate.  It actually felt kind of cool stepping out of my
jeans and standing in the middle of the room in my white briefs and being
looked over by my three good looking friends.  My dick was half-hard already,
and their staring certainly didn't help.

I was having fun, and I didn't care if I lost.  In fact, I relished the
opportunity to lose.  I had already seen Rob's dick and I knew mine was bigger
although he already had some hair on his.  I wanted to show my boner and I
hoped one of the boys would jack me off.  I really wanted to see Ian & Paul's
dicks and most of all, I wanted to see them cum!

The next hand was slow as the high tension game got even more tense.  Paul
lost the next hand and took off his blue work pants to reveal a pair of
standard white briefs (same as my own).  No doubt about it, Paul had a hardon,
pointing straight up and making a perfect "tent".  Ian and Rob ribbed Paul
about his "little boner", while my own growing erection was constrained by
pointing straight downwards and having nowhere to grow to.  It was at
precisely that moment, Ian pointed to my own crotch and announc
ed "Now that's a boner!"

After the laughter and the jeers settled down again, I dealt the next hand.
This time Ian lost his jeans and exposed a fantastic pair of sky-blue "bikini"
style briefs and a raging erection that pointed towards his hip.  The tiny
fabric of his underwear barely constrained Ian's obviously good sized dick.  I
got very excited by this sight and I wondered if Ian's dick was bigger than my
own.

That left only Rob sitting in his jeans, while Ian, Paul and me were down to
only our underwear.   The next hand was crucial and intense.

Paul's "jack-high" looked pretty lame until Ian showed us his "ten-high,
almost flush".  With incredible excitement, I watched as Ian boldly got up and
stripped off his sexy bikini briefs and stood there naked as a jaybird and his
big thick seven inch boner pointing straight out at Rob.  It was big all
right, and he even had a patch of light brown pubes.  By this time, my
erection was straining the fabric of my cotton briefs.

It was then that Rob announced that we had to play until there was a winner.
The winner is the only one who has some clothes on when everyone else is
naked.  This allowed the game to go on, but Paul was unsure of Ian's status
since he had no more clothes to lose, and I was curious about what the winner
would win.

Rob, being his usual and arrogant self, answered first, that Ian could play on
and lose only one more time.  The next time Ian lost, or anyone else in his
predicament, then they would be the "ultimate loser" and have to jerk off the
"ultimate winner".

We all looked at each other, thinking over this new twist.  I of course
thought it an excellent idea, but such is our social conditioning, that didn't
want to seem too eager.  Sure enough, Ian agreed, stating, "Why the fuck
not?".  I said "Ok" and Paul reluctantly followed suit yet again.

The last few hands were wildly exciting.  We all wanted to win now, Ian of
course was out of it.  We all figured Ian would be the one to "ultimately
lose", so we felt better about our chances.  I found it hard to concentrate on
the cards with Ian sitting there naked with his thick boner sticking up!

Rob finally lost a hand and joined Paul and I in our underwear.  His underwear
was red and he too had an obvious erection and was proud of it.

As it turned out, Paul lost the next hand and revealed his hairless boner.  I
felt a wave of relief at this sight as I too shared this state, although a few
downy hairs had begun to grow recently.  His balls were really small and Rob
bugged poor Paul mercilessly.

That left me and Rob in our underwear and Ian and Paul stark naked.  I wanted
to win and have Ian lose.  Instead, I lost the next hand and exposed my boner
for my friends to see.  I was very proud of it at that moment because although
I was still hairless, I was just a bit bigger than Ian and much larger than
Paul.

With all three of us naked, that made Rob the "ultimate winner".  To decide
the "ultimate loser", the three of us naked losers had to play one last hand.
 The stakes were very high indeed as the loser had to jerk off Rob!

I debated throwing back my two Kings, but decided I would rather take my
chances because it was Ian or Paul that I was attracted to.  Rob wasn't bad
looking or anything.  He had jet black hair, bright blue eyes and a permanent
tan.  I also knew that he was "uncut", the only one of the three of us and I
wasn't quite sure how to go about doing it with one like that.

As it turned out, Paul lost the last hand and to much jeering and joking, got
on his knees in front of Rob and proceeded to give him a hand job.  Both Ian
and I watched intently as Paul began to stroke Rob's cock.  He just gripped
the shaft and slid his hand back and forth, sliding the skin back and forth
over Rob's mushroom shaped head.  Rob had an average sized dick and a generous
patch of jet black pubic.

Rob gave Paul encouragement and further instructions.  Paul began to go faster
and Rob started to moan with pleasure.  Ian and I looked at each other and
wordlessly agreed, "I'll do your's if you do mine".

While Paul continued to pound away on Rob's dick, Ian slid over beside me and
grabbed my dick.  "Fuck man, this thing is freakin' huge!".

I could only shrug, half-embarrassed and half-proud at the same time, and
reach out to grab his own nicely sized seven inch dick.  There we stood,
jacking each other off, slowly at first, but with increasing speed.

Rob didn't seem to notice us and just laid back on his chair and moaned.  It
didn't take quickly for Ian and I to catch up to Rob.  After a minute or two
of this double jerk off session, Rob announced that he was going to cum and
immediately shot a healthy load of white gobs onto his dark tanned chest.

With that, Ian and I started to cum, almost at the same time.  My load landed
on the carpet in front of me while Ian shot his load right at me.  I can still
feel the sensation of Ian's cum hitting me and running down my leg.

After shooting our loads (all except Paul), we were embarrassed with our
nakedness and quickly split up to go to the washroom or to put our underwear
back on.

Once propriety was established again, we smoked the last of our cigarettes and
went to bed.  The next day, no one mentioned our jerkoff session and we all
tried to pretend it didn't happen.


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