Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2010 06:12:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Pete <oneeyedpete66@yahoo.com>
Subject: Neighbour Poker Party

Usual disclaimers and all that stuff apply.  Remember this is just a story,
a piece of fiction.  Nothing wrong with thinking about it, or reading about
it.  Strongly caution you on sex with minors.

By Pete

My dad hosted the neighbourhood poker party on the first Wednesday of the
month.  A few friends and neighbours would show up and my dad would tell me
that on a good night someone might leave with $20 in their pocket.  Not
high stakes just an excuse to drink whiskey smoke cigars and escape the
wives.

On these nights I was usually in my room finishing homework before bed or
watching TV in the basement.  I knew most of the guys so I would always
find an excuse to get something out of the kitchen so I could say hi.  They
were always nice to me and I knew a few very well.  My dad always
encouraged me to mow their lawn, rake their leaves or shovel their walks
and driveways.  Many offered money but my dad would always tell me to give
the money back.  We were being neighbourly and he didn't want them to think
his son was in it for the money.  A few found a way to pay me back in a
special way.

One poker night I decided to shake things up a bit and see the surprised
reaction on their faces and most important, allow me to have some fun. I
set up the table as I always did, got the cards and chips out, ashtrays,
and tumblers for their whiskey.  I then went upstairs to get changed and
wait.  About one half hour after everyone arrived and the card game
started, I walked down the backstairs into the kitchen.  I placed some
lemon wedges in a bowl, salt shaker and 5 shots of tequila on a tray and
walked into the back room where they were playing.

When I opened the sliding door, I said hi guys and walked towards the
table.  They all stared and a few jaws dropped and a couple had wide
smiles.  They weren't surprised to see me but surprised to see me wearing
my black Speedos only and walking towards them with tequila.  When I
reached the table my dad finally stammered, "Um Joey, um what do you think
you are doing?"  I held my concentration and replied, "I thought you men
might like something a little different."  Meaning the tequila and of
course me.

"Would that be tequila Bobby?" asked Mr. Graham smiling.  'Yes sir." I
said.  "Damn, well give me one of those." was Mr. Graham's enthusiastic
reply.  Mr. Graham was soon to retire and had lived in our neighbourhood
longer than anyone else.  He lived across the street and was my favourite
neighbour, a real beautiful man.  I walked around to him with the shot,
salt shaker and a lemon wedge.  As I placed the items in front of him he
ran his arm up and down my leg, quickly squeezed my ass and said, "Thank
you."  It was Mr. Black who then said he would like tequila shot too.  When
I placed the shot glass and lemon wedge in front of him, he rubbed my back
and placed his large hand on my ass and gave my cheek a good squeeze.  "A
little too cold to go swimming tonight don't you think Joey?" he said with
a small laugh which made a few other men laugh.  "Who said I was going
swimming?" was my cheeky reply.

Dad was obviously stunned but quiet.  He saw no one was objecting to my
presence or complaining so he just went along with the fun.  I don't think
anyone expected this when they came to our house that night.

Mr. Graham asked, "Is Black and I the only one's having a shot?  Come on
fellas enjoy our host with the most."

"Okay, okay." was Mr. Jackson's reply.  "Come here son."  I walked over to
Mr. Jackson and gave him a shot glass with tequila and a lemon wedge.
Mr. Jackson was a short man that was shy and nervous.  But Mr. Jackson had
a wonderful secret which was his very big penis.  A thing of beauty when
hard and erect and wet with my ten year old boy spit.  Mr. Jackson always
paid me handsomely when I did some chores at his place, but he obviously
didn't want anyone to know.  Seeing the response I got from Mr. Graham.
Mr. Black and dad to my appearance obviously put him at ease, if only just
a little.  I gave him a shot glass, lemon and he softly said, "Thank you."

Without being asked, I moved over to Mr. Marassi and place the shot and
lemon wedge in front of him, looked into his eyes, smiled and said I hope
he will enjoy.  Mr. Marassi was new to our neighbourhood and originally
from Argentina.  He had lovely brown skin and beautiful dark hair and an
obviously very hairy chest.  Last but not last I gave a shot and lemon to
my dad and kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thanks for letting me join
the guys tonight dad."  He gave a faint smile and just kept staring in
wonder, not knowing what to think.  It was Mr. Black who spoke loudly,
'Pass the salt Graham and when we are all ready on the count of two."  The
salt was passed, placed on the side of everyone's hand, and then when
Mr. Black had counted to two, everyone licked, tossed a shot and sucked on
the lemon wedge.

"Again." Was the quick reply from Mr. Graham.  "One more time please Joey."

With that command I began to walk around the table pouring tequila into the
shot glasses and providing lemon wedges.  This time, each of the men rubbed
my leg, bum and front making me hard and my erection stretching out my
Speedos.  All except for Mr. Marassi.  He didn't say a word and barely
moved.  When I came to stand beside him, I "accidentally" rubbed my
erection against his arm when I poured him a shot.  I said, "Sorry." And
then Mr. Black gave a quick laugh and said, "That was no accident."
Everyone laughed and even Mr. Marassi gave a little smile.

When I had finished pouring, the men were about ready for round two when
Mr. Jackson told me to take a shot of tequila also.  I looked at dad who
nodded, then poured myself a shot.  After the salt was passed around,
Mr. Black counted again and we did the routine.  I couldn't explain the
taste, only that it felt warm and gave me a burst of energy.

Dad then told everyone to get back to the card game.  He asked me to take
the shot glasses and tequila away but to please come back with cigars for
everyone.  I did as I was told and when I went around with Dad's lighter
the groping and fondling carried on.  Dad gave my cock a very nice rub and
even Mr. Marassi placed his strong hand on my back as I lit his cigar.

As the men continued playing and smoking I went into action.  I dropped to
the floor and under the table I crawled.  I found Mr. Graham's lap and
immediately began rubbing his cock with my hands.  I felt it twinge and
grow hard underneath his pants.  I had no choice but to undo his fly and
let his hard dick out for air.  I licked the tip of his purple head and
slowly jerked him.  My tongue ran the length of his hard shaft and my lips
kissed his head before parting to slide him into my mouth.  I slowly
slobbered his dick and bopped up and down on his beautiful cock.  Slurping
sounds escaped my mouth and my head moved quicker and so did my hand
jerking his cock.  The older guy soon shot his white prize down my throat
and I loved as I always do his jizz on my tongue.  Lovely and sweet.  I
blew Mr. Jackson's beautiful big fat cock and Mr. Black's with its
prominent head that looks like a helmet.  Of the three I blew, Mr. Black's
always seemed the thickest, largest and tastiest load.  I then undid my
Dad's pants and took him into my mouth as I had done many times in the last
couple years.  He introduced me to cock sucking when I was 8.  Even let me
suck cock other men's cocks through the glory hole in some bathrooms.  I
would sit on his lap and when he tapped his foot other men thought it was
him, but it was me licking, sucking, and swallowing their loads instead.

I finally reached Mr. Marassi.  He knew what was going on and must have
been wondering when I would get to him.  I placed my hands in his lap and
was delighted to find he was already hard.  I quickly undid his fly,
reached my hand in and pulled out his brown beauty.  It was no bigger, or
thicker than any other cock I had ever seen but was a beautifl almost gold
colour.  I wrapped my fingers around his base and slowly stuck my tongue
out to lick his head.  He lead out a soft moan and instinctly thrust his
hard cock forward.  I put his head in my mouth and licked his cum slit
slowly then quickly with my tongue.  I then licked down and up his shaft
from his nuts to the tip of his head.  He felt wonderful and I was full of
lust for this beautiful man.  I took him into my mouth again and swallowed
his cock bit by bit.  Moving my head slowly up and down taking more of him
into my cum lined throat.  I let out a soft moan as I could not believe how
lucky I was to be sucking this awesome hard prick.  I took my time blowing
Mr. Marassi.  Swallowing him, then slowly releasing his cock from my mouth,
admiring this golden idol before I swallowed him again.  He began thrusting
his hips, so I just held my head still and let him face fuck me.  His
thrusts picked up speed and then his cock twitched and erupted his cum into
my mouth.  I swallowed hungrily, took everything and licked any that
remained on his dick.  I licked my lips and thought to myself how 10 year
old boy blowjobs always win.

Part II of the Neighbours Poker Party will soon follow.  Let me know if you
enjoyed.

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