Hi. Reading a "true" story about Strip Poker encourages great memories of escapades with friends during teenage years:
Brian was older, early twenties, and had invited my buddy Terry and I over to his apartment before the three of us went swimming in the river near his place. Since we had just eaten, he suggested we play some Strip Poker to let the lunches settle before we changed into our trunks.
Terry and I sat together on a bench on one side of the small kitchen table and Brian opposite. I was quite jittery since I was excited about the possibility of seeing Brian naked but nervous that I would get a hard-on and Terry might say something to his older brother.
Brian had light sand colored short hair and piercing blue eyes with a natural muscular build maintained by working heavy construction. He immediately lost three games and removed his socks and shirt. Sitting across the table, I was mesmerized by Brian's rippling muscles and a thin trail of curly hair that traveled from his pecks; disappearing into the blue jeans' belt line.
The three of us played for about an hour. I retained my shirt and briefs. Terry had one sock and his pants but Brian lost his underware on the final hand! He threw the white briefs on the table, stretched and announced that he wanted a Coke.
Brian's 7" semi-hard cock and heavy balls swung rhythmically as he strode across the kitchen. I was fascinated by the movement of his powerful body as he walked and glad that my very erect 6" dick was hidden by my shirt.
Brian returned via our side of the table, suddenly grabbed my cock and said: "Now it's my turn to see what's between your legs!" After my initial shock, I rose and removed the last of my clothes.
Terry, already naked, lead the way into the bedroom and watched as Brian and I tongued, sucked and fucked every inch of each other's naked skin.
A GREAT afternoon but we didn't go swimming that day. The later skinny dipping experience is another story!
Thanks for reading, Dave