Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2015 17:30:09 +0200
From: kris Landon <kristopher.landon@mail.com>
Subject: Classic Strip Poker 1

Fucking threes.

I was getting really nervous. I was down to my socks and my black undies,
you know, the kind with the yellow batman symbol on them. My cards weren't
very good. At least I had a pair, but it was only threes.

Fucking threes.

My stomach filled with dread as Tag's eyes lit up as he studied his cards
He at least had his shirt off. Mike looked as stoic as ever, his dark curly
hair messed all to shit, and of course he hadn't missed once. Evan was the
same as me. He had a pair of Sponge Bob Square Pants boxers, ankle socks
and a smile. I guess we weren't the same the same. He said he'd hit what we
called "The big P," known to most as puberty, but no one could say for
sure. That's what started this mess. His blonde hair and round cheeks were
rosy as a little lump sort of moved behind Sponge Bob's face. It was really
hard to tell what he had down there as I was trying desperately to not
check him out while I was really checking him out. I was fighting my boner
with my almost my whole head, thinking of Mrs. Walker, our fat Math Teacher
naked, imagining her grotesque boobs hanging down and her crinkles. It
mostly worked. I had a semi and I was hoping no one could see. I caught
Mike sneaking a peek.

"I had better not lose this hand. I had better not lose. I hope I don't
lose."  I thought.

The mantra just made me more nervous.

After the third draw, the last one, I knew I was toast, I still had threes
and that was it. Fucking threes.

"Last loser shows first." Tag said.

"Dipshit. We know. You've told us like ten times already." Mike said
without any trace of anger in his voice. In fact, he had a smile on his
face. He knew he wouldn't lose this hand. Again.

I threw my cards down face up and showed everyone my dismal fucking threes.

And before I could moan and groan everyone else had their hands down. Mike,
a pair of fours. Evan a pair of jacks and Tag had three twos.

Shit shit shit.

"Wait. We could like do something else" I said in the poorest attempt to
come to find some reason not to show my buds my bud. I could feel my face
turn red in embarrassment and my semi lost all it's bone.

"You can't welch. Remember we all promised we would go all the way." Mike
said and other guys came on with a cacophony of arguments that basically
said what I already knew.

There was no way out of this.

"Dude," Evan said, "When I loose, I'm gonna show it all. I'm even gonna let
you touch it." He had a shit eating grin on his face. He wasn't kidding,
but everyone laughed like he was.

My reluctance and showing my pride and joy to my mates was still rising. I
considered running away, simply refusing or doing whatever it took to not
take off my batman shielded underpants.

In a flash, Mike was up pouring golden liquid in four cups. "I knew this
would happen, so I nicked some of my Dad's whiskey. He won't even miss it,
mind you the first time you try it it taste like shit."

"How do you know?" Tag quipped, "You eat lots of shit before?" Everyone
laughed and I felt quite a bit better. He was right, though, the whiskey
tasted sour and burned all the way down.

"Kris," Tag said after we each had a swig, "You worry way too much. It's
just us, your pals. We seen you in the change room at the pool and well,
hey, we're guys too. It's just naked fun." He smiled at me with warm caring
smile and I felt nervous, but way better.

Tag stood up and flashed his goods at us so quick you could barely tell
what he had and everyone laughed.

"Okay." I stood up and swiped them down before I could change my mind and
covered the boys up with my hand. No one laughed or hooted. I wasn't
deformed or anything, I just felt very very naked. But in a heart beat Evan
had the deck was shuffled and dealt even though it was me who lost. We had
agreed that the loser shuffled and dealt. I guess he was trying to make me
feel more at ease.

I had a pair of Aces. Sweet. And then managed a pair of sixes. In straight
poker, nothing wild that is, that hand would take the pot without a doubt.
Playing poker wasn't new to us. We played all kinds, Texas Holdem being our
favorite, but we decided, or rather Mike, the leader of our rag tag half
naked group arranged to have Straight Five Card Draw be the game of choice.
He also made the house rules, since we were in his place while his parents
were gone. f course even though he would usually dictate the game and house
rules no matter whose house we were at.

I still couldn't quite pick out why in our hormone raged minds we decided
to play the taboo game of strip poker. We'd talked about it for years and
here I was sitting mostly buck naked wearing my hand and watching the boys
watch me. They all sneaked peeks. I snuck peeks at their gear through their
clothes, or what was left of them.

Tag lost that hand.

He pulled off his pants with a smile and flashed us his junk again, this
time a micro second faster. He had a hard on. He didn't try to hide it as
it poked up between his legs. And he rubbed it a couple of times as we more
or less gaped at it.

"We all guys here. We all got needs" Tag smiled as he rubbed it a couple of
times and grabbed the cards starting to shuffle as his mast stood on it's
own accord tenting his very loose thin boxers.

Mike lost the next three hands. In a row no less. I think he threw them on
purpose. He usually won all the chips on poker night. He had a tent too.

In my racing mind I decided, somewhere between the whiskey and the state of
undress of my guys, I would just do it. I would just man up. I would just
let it all hang out. But not like Tag. I wasn't that brave. The other guys
had hardons too, except Mike. His was semi. But even so, He would rub it
through his gray Walmart specials. He even flopped it around a bit.

Cards dealt. Everyone grabbed their cards. I used both hands and let her
fly. Weird eh. The room as quiet as death. I let it grow, grow and stand
tall. I could feel their eyes drink in my uncut tool. I didn't think it was
unusually big, but it was like it was a couple years ago. My balls were
still smooth too, and well, I didn't know what the guys were thinking as
they watched. I could hear them and feel them watch. It was cool and
scary.

I had a good hand though.

I was the only one out, everyone else were dead even with undies and socks.
This hand would be awesome. I hoped it would be Evan. I wanted to see that
bad boy. Sure he was a year younger, but then he did claim his boys
dropped. I wanted to find out if that was true.

The cards played and with him singing and pulling them down like a stripper
Evan flopped it around a bit, well, a lot actually and it was true. He had
a puff of hair on the crown of his junk. His white weenie was uncut too and
he basically launched himself into everyone's face letting them look and
look more. We all laughed. I'm not sure if it was the whiskey or the fact
that my buds were getting buck-fucking-naked in a nice warm well light
empty house. My boner subsided to a semi as the new object of attention
stood out.

"See! I told you they dropped!" Evan exclaimed.

"Yeah. We see." I said. We laughed more. And more whiskey.

"You can touch it Kris." he dared. The guys giggled a little, but we all
knew he was serious. I thought about it for a second. He was super hard and
probably hot to the touch, like mine was when revved right up, but all the
guys were back to not watching me and Evan with our dicks wiggling in the
air. I wanted to. I didn't want the guys to know I wanted to.

"No thanks." I said quietly and Evan started to shuffle the cards. The hand
dealt and the quiet resumed. I am not sure why we never said anything.
Someone would either lose socks or shorts. I was hoping more shorts. I was
pretty boned up and Tag would stroke his through his underwear still, once
in a while, not full out masturbating, but a random stroke here or there. I
could totally see his length, girth and state of boned-up-ed-ness, and kind of
wondered why he'd kept them on at all.

And then Mike lost.

"Um. I can give my socks instead?" They were Mike's words, but it didn't
sound at all like Mike.

"What!?" The three of us said at exactly the same time. Unison, yeah. We
couldn't believe it. And without thinking, me wearing my socks and hard on
tackled him. He was bigger than me and always won in any wrestling, but not
this time. I had two backers that tuned in just as fast. I tackled him and
Tag and Evan had his shorts off in three microseconds. Mike's member and
junk brushed up against me. Mind you, I guess I pretty much had my junk all
over him hard mast and all as I tackled him from the chair to the floor.

Neither of us said anything about it being gay or weird. It was gay and
weird, but none of us had done anything like this before. Yah. Gay. Weird.
Shit-fucking-exciting.  Scary as shit too.

The game stopped. Tag didn't even lose a hand. He just took them off. And
then he started stroking.

I didn't have any socks, neither did Evan.

Tag took to the stroking with serious face, moving his foreskin up and
down. And then I guess we all figured, well, shit, if Tag is okay with
doing it in front of us, and we are after all, horny as hell, and we are
all guys and...

Evan was the second on the wanking train. I climbed aboard two strokes
later. Mike joined in. Evan jizzed first. God-damned.

"Good thing jizz is easy to clean." Mike said as he worked it. He was cut
but still managed to move it up and down. Actually, he was the only one.
The rest of us had foreskin, me having the most. I liked my foreskin where
it was and glad I never faced the knife. It moved up and down with a nice
rythim. I fucking loved this. Fapping in front of my mates. Not pretending
it was wrong or not talking about it, just doing it.

Anyway, that was our strip poker turn circle jerk. Though I must admit, now
having done it for the first time, is a circle jerk, jerking it in front of
your mates or jerking your mate's Gerkin?

Copyright 2013 Kristopher Landon

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Notes from the author:  Be kind to everyone. One day, one of those
people might be me.

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