Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 15:25:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: t baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: Strip Poker

Strip Poker
Copyright 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com
All Rights Reserved

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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where
reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now.

This story is based on truth [or at least as I remember it], only the names
have been changed to protect the privacy of those who haven't given their
permission to be mentioned in this memory. I imagine that if any of the
people involved in this event read this they will recognize themselves, I
would love to hear from you, as it has been a lot of years.

These events happened a long time ago, back when safe sex wasn't all that
important -- we didn't follow safe sex guidelines and this story reflects
that face. Things are different today; remember that just because we did
things this way back then doesn't mean that we can still do it.

Questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged -- flames will be
ignored.

hgo469@yahoo.com

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STRIP POKER

Cast of Characters

STAN	   13, 5'3", 110#, 3-1/2 inch cock, cut

STEVE      [Stan's Nephew] 14, 5'4", 115#, 4-1/2 inch cock, cut

BOB	   [Ben's fraternal twin] 13, 5'4", 115#, 4 inch cock, cut

BEN	   [Bob's fraternal twin] 13, 5'4", 115#, 4 inch cock, cut

HERB	   [Narrator] 16, 5'10", 145#, 6 inch cock, cut


	It was the first time that I had been left home alone when my
parents had gone out of town. Officially, Stan's parents were watching over
what happened, but it was the weekend and they had their plans as well.
Stan's uncle Steve was staying at Stan's house for the weekend [Steve was
actually six months younger than Stan], so they had both come over to help
me set up my train set for the winter.
	I had a magnificent electric train set that I played with in the
basement all winter and then took back down in the spring. It wasn't
mounted on anything so it took a day or two to set it up completely -- when
I was finished the trains ran all over the basement both on the floor and
on special ramps and shelves along the walls.
	My cousins Ben and Bob lived nearby and had come over as well so
there was plenty of boy-power to do the job at hand. We had been at it for
much of the day and were about to make the first test runs only just as I
was about to throw the switch the power went out.
	"You did such a good job of wiring everything up that you caused a
black-out," Steve chided me.
	"Hell, I didn't even turn things on yet -- take a look outside and
see if there is any light next door," I said.
	Stan looked out the basement door and returned to announce,
"There's no lights on anywhere I can see -- all of that rain must have
shorted something major out."
	"It's kind of dark down here without any lights," Ben said with a
bit of a tremble in his voice.
	"What's the matter, little boy afraid of the dark?" Bob asked. Bob
and Ben were fraternal twins -- Bob was about six minutes older than Ben.
	"Fuck you!" Ben retorted, the quiver in his voice gone.
	"You wish!" Bob said.
	I looked over at Stan and smiled, we both had wished for the
opportunity to become involved with that activity for some time now.
	"Well, what are we going to do now, without electricity we can't
even watch TV or listen to the radio," Steve added to the conversation.
	"I have a couple of battery powered lights so why don't we go into
the family room and play a game," I suggested.
	Everyone agreed so I found the lights and we all settled down on
the floor in the family room, using huge throw pillows for support.
	"How about playing poker?" Stan said.
	"I can't afford to lose any money playing poker," Ben said.
	"Neither can I," Bob added.
	"I don't even have any money," Steve said.
	I laughed, "How about we play strip poker, then?"
	The boys looked around at each other, everyone wondering who would
chicken out. Stan gave me an evil grin that none of the others saw and I
just licked my lips in reply.
	"How do you play," Steve asked naively.
	"You know how to play poker, don't you?" Stan asked.
	"Well, I guess so, at least I know the rank of hands."
	"In strip poker you just use your clothes instead of money."
	Steve looked at Stan as his Uncle grinned like a fool.
	"Look, here's how we can play," I said. "I'll just deal out the
cards and then the guy who has the worst hand has to take off a piece of
his clothing and give it to the guy who has the best hand. Once you take
off a piece of clothing you can't put it back on, even if you win it back
later."
	"What kind of poker should we play, there are lots of different
games," asked Ben.
	"How about we just stick to five card draw with NO wild cards.
There are enough cards in the deck for each of us to draw once and then
show our cards."
	Everyone agreed with that, but then Steve asked, "What if one guy
has on more items of clothing than someone else, that isn't fair."
	I thought for a moment, and then said, "Okay, how about this, shoes
and socks don't count -- when you lose your underpants you have to take
them off automatically. Each of us is wearing a shirt, undershirt,
underpants and pants, right."
	Everyone nodded.
	"Fine, then those are the only things that count."
	Everyone nodded again so I pulled out a deck of cards and started
dealing the first hand.
	Everyone looked at their cards, with a scowl Ben asked, "How many
can I replace?"
	"All of them if you want, but you can only draw once."
	All of the boys studied their cards and then started rearranging
them, trying to see just what they had. My own hand wasn't anything to
write home about either, but I did have a pair. My hand was:

? 2 of Clubs ? 2 of Hearts ? 5 of Diamonds ? 10 of Spades ? Q of Clubs

	Not exactly something on which to bet the bank, but still, I did
have a pair. I kept them and threw away the other three. Steve, Stan and
Bob each threw away three cards while Ben tossed all five of his into the
pile.
	I delt out the required cards and again watched as the others
slowly looked at what they had received.
	I didn't get any help:

? 3 of Diamonds ? 7 of Spades ? 9 of Diamonds

	If I wasn't going to lose the first hand I had to hope that Ben got
nothing or one of the others just kept two high cards and didn't get a
pair.
	As I looked around, I saw that Ben had a big smile as he said,
"I'll go first," and exposed 3 Aces. "Not a bad draw," he said, grinning.
	The rest of us exposed our cards and as I had expected my simple
pair of 2s was the worst hand.
	"Okay, take off your pants," Ben said, "I won and I want them."
	"Sorry, I get to decide what I'm taking off and I think I'll
reserve my pants for later -- that is if I lose again." I pulled off my
shirt and tossed it at Ben who smiled a wicked grin.
	Since he won, Ben got to deal the next hand. This time Stan won and
Steve lost. For a moment I thought that Steve was going to back out, but
then he slowly pulled off his shirt and tossed it to Stan.
	The game progressed in this fashion for about an hour, everyone had
lost a few hands and by now we were all sitting around naked to the waist
while Stan only had on his underpants, but now he had several pieces of
clothing he had collected so he wasn't going to have to strip completely
any time soon.
	"I've got an idea," Ben said as we finished another hand where only
a piece of previously discarded clothing changed hands. "We are all just
about even right now, why don't we change the rules a bit so that while the
loser has to give up something, it doesn't go to the winner, but is just
discarded and then we can play until someone is naked."
	Was this my cousin Ben talking? He was generally the shy one, this
was a different side of him that I had never seen before and I think I
liked it.
	"I'll go along with that," I said quickly. "How about the rest of
you?"
	The other three all took a quick count of what clothing they had
and then one after another they all agreed.
	Now it was Stan's turn to suggest a change. "How about being
allowed to continue playing after you're naked, but the next time you lose
you have your feet tied together and then your hands tied behind you."
	"How do you play cards with your hands behind you?" Bob asked.
	"Uh, well, then you are out and just have to sit here until there
is only one guy who isn't tied up." He grinned at me. Somehow, I suspected
that he would end up being the first guy out of the game.
	There was a pause before the others decided they would go along
with this idea -- I knew that Steve had played a few naked bondage games
with Stan because Stan had borrowed some chains from me on a couple of
occasions, but he had never done it with me and I had only seen Bob and Ben
naked when we had been changing at the public swimming pool. I was
surprised when all three agreed and then they looked at me, since I was the
oldest, to see what I was going to say.
	"Okay," I said, "who's turn is it to deal?"
	The game continued, most of the loose clothing disappeared from the
game and then both Ben and Steve joined Stan wearing only their underpants.
	It was my turn to deal, when I looked at my hand, I knew I wasn't
going to lose anything this round, already I had three Aces. All the others
drew three cards while I took two. Imagine my surprise when I found that I
had the fourth Ace -- I was a bit concerned that the guys would accuse me
of cheating.
	Ben opened his hand to reveal a pair of fours. "Looks like I'm
going to be the first guy naked," he said with an unhappy sound in his
voice.
	Bob and Steve revealed much higher hands and then I showed my four
Aces -- I heard someone mutter something about the fact that I delt the
hand, but then Stan showed his hand, he only had a pair of 3s.
	"I lose again," Stan said as he stood up to remove his
underpants. "My cock needed a bit of fresh air anyway," he said with a
smile as he sat back down.
	I delt again and this time I lost so that now I was down to just my
undies. "See, I don't always deal myself such great hands."
	The next hand caused Ben to join Stan in total nudity. When he
stood to take off his shorts he started to cover his crotch but then he
remembered that Stan just showed off what he had and Ben didn't want to be
teased so he shook it around a bit and sat down. His face was a little bit
red, but I don't think anyone except me noticed.
	Stan lost again so I brought out a short length of chain and a
padlock that I used to tie Stan's feet together. Now, Steve lost the next
two hands so that he joined Stan and Ben in being naked.
	Bob lost next so that now he and I were only one loss away from
being naked as well.
	Ben lost and I chained his feet together and then he lost again --
this was the moment of truth, would he allow me to cuff his hands behind
him?
	I pulled out a pair of handcuffs and after a moment of hesitation,
Ben turned his back to me and put his hand together behind him. Before he
had a chance to change his mind, I snapped the cuffs on him. He sat back to
watch the rest of the game.
	I lose my jockeys and then Stan had his hands cuffed -- there were
only three of us left.  Steve lost and I chained his feet together. Bob
lost and now everyone was naked. Steve lost again and I used a piece of
chain on his wrists. Now Bob and I were the only ones left.
	"Why don't we just cut the cards to see who the final winner is?"
Bob asked.
	"Sounds good to me," I replied and I gathered up the cards and
started shuffling them. I placed the deck of cards on the floor in front of
us in a pile.
	Bob pushed the pile over and spread the cards around. "Now we can
just pick whatever card we want --otherwise the first cut takes too many
cards out of the pool."
	I agreed. "You pick first," I said.
	Bob spread the cards around a bit and then pulled one out without
looking at it. I pushed the cards around a bit more and then took one
myself.
	"Who shows first?" Bob asked.
	"I will," I said and turned my card over, exposing the five of
Hearts.
	"It looks like I'm going to win," Bob said as he turned his card
over to reveal the five of Clubs.
	"If suit counts, in bridge Hearts is higher then Clubs," I said.
	"We're playing Strip Poker, not bridge -- this is a tie, we have to
draw again."
	I smiled and indicated that he should take another card.
	Bob pushed the cards around again and then pulled one out and left
it face down on the floor in front of him. "Your turn," he said.
	I pawed through the cards for a minute and then took a card. I
turned it up right away -- it as the three of Spades. "Well, can you beat
that?" I asked.
	Bob smiled, but his face fell when his card turned out to be the
three of Hearts.
	"Another tie, how many times do you think that is going to happen,"
he asked.
	"I don't know, let's try again."
	This time I drew the first card and left it sitting in front of me
face down while Bob pawed through the cards trying to pick out one for
himself.
	Finally he took a card and turned it up in front of him -- it was
the King of Clubs -- a look of confidence glowed from his face.
	"Want to go for best two out of three?" I asked even before I
turned up my card.
	"No way. You agreed that it would be for high card, period. Now
turn up your card and prepare to join the rest of the losers." Bob felt
triumph with his card and was already making plans for what he was going to
do to me once I was helpless.
	I turned up my card: The Ace of Spades. Bob's smile fell while mine
grew wider by the moment. "It looks like you lost this time Bob -- better
luck next time," I guess I was rubbing it in a bit, but Bob had never been
a good loser, or a kind winner either for that matter.
	For a moment I thought that Bob might back out and not allow me to
tie him up, but he didn't, perhaps he didn't want to be seen as the poor
loser that I already knew him to be. With a quick application of two short
lengths of chain and a couple of padlocks Bob was rendered as helpless as
the others.
	I sat back and enjoyed the sight before me of four naked and
helpless teenage boys.
	Stan spoke up, "What are you going to do to us now?"
	"An interesting question, do you have any suggestions?" I gave Stan
an evil grin that none of the others caught.
	"Just don't tickle me," Ben said, "I couldn't stand it tied up like
this."
	He knew that I liked to tickle as he and his brother had been
victims of my tickle attacks in the past.
	I leered at him and made a motion with my fingers that was like
those I used when I tickled him.
	"Please don't," he pleaded.
	"Well, if I can't tickle you, what can I do?"
	"We lost and you won so I guess we need to do something for you as
a sort of prize," Stan said. "Since I'm all tied up there isn't too much I
can do, but I guess I can suck your cock if you want."
	Blow-jobs were one of the things that Stan did extremely well and
my cock was his favorite. He had sucked his nephew Steve off a couple of
times, but had never been involved with Ben anf Bob. I knew that the twins
had been sucking each other for some time but I wasn't sure if they had
done anyone else. Now the question was how the rest of the guys would react
to this.
	"I was the first loser," Ben said, "so I guess I should be the
first to do anything. Herb, I'll suck your cock as long as you don't start
tickling later, okay."
	I guess the threat of tickling them while they were helpless was a
good idea, it sure got Ben ready to do anything to prevent it.
	"Okay, no tickling if everyone agrees to the rest of the
proposition." I looked around at the others -- Stan agreed eagerly, Bob
nodded his head after Ben looked at him pleadingly. All eyes turned toward
Steve.
	"Uh, I don't know, I'm not sure I want to do that sort of thing,"
he said in a low voice.
	"Don't you chicken out now," Stan said. "We both know that you have
sucked quite a few cocks and always wanted more."
	Steve blushed all over. "You didn't have to tell everyone about
that."
	"Why not, are you asshamed or something? Would you like me to tell
them all of the details? I can and will, you know." Steve spoke forcefully.
	"Okay, okay, I know when I'm beat. I'll do whatever everyone else
is doing." Steve appeared resigned to his fate -- I would have to make sure
that he enjoyed everything.
	I picked up several double ended snap clips like someone might use
to hang their keys on a belt. "Before anyone starts sucking I'm going to do
one more thing to everyone," I said as I snapped a clip on the chain around
Stan's ankles and then cliped the other end to the cuffs holding his wrists
together so that he was in a hog-tied position.
	Stan giggled and struggled a bit, but his bonds held fast and he
was unable to do much of anything.
	Quickly I did the same thing to the other three, stroking their
erect cocks after I had them in position.
	Here's what I think we'll do -- rather than having each of you suck
my cock we are going to form a 'daisy chain' with the four of you and then
whoever manages to get the cock in his mouth to cum first will suck me when
he's done."
	"What are you going to do while you wait?" Steve asked.
	"Watch!" I replied.
	I pulled the four boys into sort of a square, each with his head at
another boy's crotch.  When I gave the word all four took the erection in
front of his face into his mouth and started working on it. I kept my hands
off my cock while I watched or I'm sure I would have spilled my load before
anyone -- this was really hot, four helpless naked teens sucking cock, I
only wished that I had a camera available. [This was long before the days
of home video and even if I'd had a camera I didn't know anywhere to get
the film processed. What a shame.]
	Stan was sucking Ben who was sucking Steve who was sucking Bob who
was sucking Stan. Everyone had a cock in his mouth that he had never sucked
on before, but it appeared that all of them knew exactly what they were
doing.
	Steve was the first to shoot, he moaned and groaned around Bob's
cock as he shot his load of boy-cream into Ben's sucking mouth. The taste
of Steve's cum was all it took to drive Ben over the edge and now it was
Stan's turn to start swallowing a river of jism as it arrived directly from
the faucet.
	I'm not sure who was next as Stan and Bob both started trying to
shout in ecstasy around the flesh plugs in their mouths, but they didn't
let go and not one of the boys allowed a single drop of cum to be wasted.
	Once they were all spent it was my turn and I was greedy. I
repositioned all four boys so that Ben was at my crotch on one side and
Stan was on the other -- Steve and Bob were pulled up to my chest.
	"Here's what I want for winning," I said. Ben, you are the
cocksucker and Stan you have to get your head down there so that you can
suck on my nuts. Steve, you and Bob are each going to suck on one of my
tits. Everybody understand?"
	The only reply I received was that each of the boys started doing
what I told them to do.
	Ben started by licking on the mushroom-shaped head of my cock,
washing his tongue all over it and even trying to fuck it into my piss
slit. Then he opened wide and allowed the entire head to enter his oral
cavity, clamping his lips around the glans and sucking on it as if it were
the nipple on a baby bottle. Slowly he started taking a bit of the shaft,
moistening it and slipping it inside the hot moist cave of his mouth. Then
he would pull back and do it again, each time another little bit of the
shaft disappeared until finally he hd taken it all and his lips were buried
in my pubic bush and the cockhead was pushing against the back of his
mouth, trying to gain entrance to his throat.
	Meanwhile Stan had taken both of my nuts into his mouth and he was
sucking and washing them, squeezing them lightly and just massaging them to
help work the cum that was soon to boil out of them reach that magic
temperature where it would gyser out and into Ben's sucking mouth.
	Bob and Steve had never really given any thought to a guys nipples
as being erotic; however, they started to work on the little buds, sucking
and nibbling, causing sensations to pass through my body that could only
happen when I had this many helpers, all working their oral magic at the
same time.
	I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold out for very long with this
kind of sexual stimulation, but I tried and for a few minutes I managed to
hold back -- then I felt the cum boil and knew that I was about to have an
orgasm like none I'd ever had before.
	The first shot of my milky cream had such force that it almost
propelled Ben right off my cock. He managed to hold on and swallow
everything before the second load burst onto the scene.  He swallowed like
he had been doing it all his life [I later learned that he almost had] and
my best attempts to drown him with jizz failed -- but the pleasure I felt
was still fantastic.
	Completely spent, I lay there while the four bound boys continued
to lick and nip at the sensitive spots on my body to which they had been
directed.
	Finally I sat up and extracted myself from the layer of cative
teens under which I had been lying. Now I slowly started releasing my
captives, starting by allowing Bob to straighten out his legs and then I
unchained them from each other, still leaving his hands tied behind him. I
did the same with Ben and Steve, leaving Stan still hog-tied.
	"Hey, what about me?" Stan complained.
	"Yeah, what about you?" I replied -- I have the keys so that means
that I get to set guys loose however I want and I don't want you loose
yet."
	I pulled Bob and Ben toward me in a big naked hug, then I reached
down and took their cocks in my hands and worked them back to full
erection. Standing there naked with their hands still tied behind them they
were beautiful and if I could I would have kept them just like that
forever. Now I dropped to my knees in front of them and took first one and
then the other cock into my mouth, sucking them both, back and forth,
trying to bring them both to orgasm at the same time.
	Steve saw what I was doing and he came over to lend some help. He
bent down and started sucking on Bob's nipples and then turned and worked
on Ben's. Both boys responded by trying to push both their nipples and
their cocks deeper into the mouths that were pleasuring them.  All of this
attention provided the desired result in very short order and when I took
Bob into my mouth he began to shoot his second load of boy-cum of the
evening. I took every drop and when he was finished I took his brother's
cock and finished him off as well. Both of them had that sweet taste of
young boy and I felt that I was in heaven.
	Next I turned my attention to Steve, pulling him to me and sucking
his entire cock into my mouth until my nose and lips were buried in his
still sparce pubic patch and his cock was just tickling the back of my
throat, still not long enough to try to force its way down my throat, but
letting me know that it wouldn't be too much longer before it would be
there.
	It didn't take Steve very long to unload his second round of the
day and again I swallowed it all, sucking on the sensitive tip when his
balls stopped shooting the salty/sweet fluid of life I desired.
	Now that I had finished with them I released the three boys' wrists
and all four of us found our clothing and dressed, leaving Stan still naked
and hog-tied on the floor.
	"Hey, how about releasing me?" Stan said, sounding a bit afraid
that he was just being ignored.
	"I'll get to you, but everyone else had to go home, it is getting
late -- you have permission to stay overnight so that I won't be all alone
-- you are my protector," I smiled and led the other boys up the stairs and
out into the night.
	The lights in the neighborhood were still out, but I could see
candles burning in a few windows -- people were starting to cope with the
problem and I was sure that it wouldn't be too much longer before the power
was restored.
	Since it was too dark for anyone to see what I was doing I patted
each of the boys on the crotch as they left and we agreed that we would
have to get together again real soon for another card game.
	Back in the basement Stan was starting to become pissed -- I knew
that his arms must be cramping a bit so I decided that it was time to
release him as well, although I really did like looking at him all tied up
like that. Just as I finished releasing Stan the lights came back on -- the
atmosphere of exotic sex disappeared in the harsh glare of bright lights.
	"Well, that was fun," he said, "but did you have to leave me tied
up while you released the others?"
	"I like having you tied up, you know that."
	Stan started to open my pants. "And now I want my reward for being
a good boy all afternoon." He unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off.
	"Your reward is waiting, you know where it is," I said as I lifted
up to allow him to slip my pants and undies off.
	"You're lucky that none of them realized that you were using marked
cards. For a moment there at the end I thought that Bob knew and was going
to end up being the one still dressed instead of you."
	"He was just lucky and I made sure we tied -- then I asked for the
two out of three when he would refuse so that he couldn't ask for it
later."
	"Well, everything worked out okay and now we have some more guys to
play with when we want a bit of extra excitement." Steve knelt on the floor
between my legs. "Now I see what I want." He dove in, taking my entire cock
in one gulp.
	Closing his lips tight against the shaft Stan began bobbing up and
down my rigid pole. As he pulled back he worked his tongue around the
cockhead and then washed the shaft as he once again swallowed me
whole. Despite my having just cum not too long ago it didn't take very long
for me to be right on the verge of cumming again. Stan felt the tension and
redoubled his efforts, I couldn't hold back any longer and soon the boiling
cum was gushing from the tip of my rock-hard cock, painting the back of his
mouth with my milky cream.
	When my orgasm subsided Stan sucked even harder, making sure that
not a single drop was lost, then he climbed up my body and kissed me,
passing the last of my cum from his mouth to mine, sharing the flavors of
my nuts.
	Stan stayed the night and we spent much of it exploring each
other's bodies, much as he had done many times before, only this time we
didn't have to worry about being extra quiet to make sure that no one broke
in on us. A perfect end to a fantastic day.
	There were other strip poker games over the next couple of years,
generally with fewer guys, but this was the first and the best ever.