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I should preface this by stating that I am not gay and am married and have
children. This story is about innocence and experimentation and about two
horny teen boys who decided to have some fun together. It lasted for one
idyllic Summer and then ended ... we never spoke about it to anyone else
nor did it lead to anything beyond what we did together: I never sought the
company of other boys after this nor, as far as I know, did my friend, Bob.

My first real sexual experience was when I was 18 and my best friend, Bob,
a school chum of mine convinced me one hot horny Summer that playing strip
poker was a fun thing to do.

I was an extraordinarily shy boy -- especially when it came to my body and
nudity. I didn't even like going on a public beach because a bathing suit
revealed so much of my skin. So, the idea of playing strip poker and
getting totally naked with another guy, even my best friend, was really a
challenge for me.

We had a lot of time on our hands that Summer and my friend would often
stay overnight at my house and my parents would usually go to bed early,
even on weekends. So, playing strip poker with both of us losing our
clothes one item at a time could be done in the privacy of my basement rec
room.

The first game was just an incredible test of my shyness and courage. One
by one our clothes came off -- shoes, shirt, jeans and then finally,
underwear. The first time I `lost' and had to take down my underpants and
reveal my genitals in front of my friend -- well, it was quite the
experience. It was made more personally embarassing because I had a huge
erection by the time I lost this final article of clothing. God, sitting
across from my friend, my dick standing straight up peaking over the top of
the table ... it was just an amazingly stimulating experience -- dreaded
yet exciting.

We played a few times over the next several weeks, with the outcome being
that we both would be staring at each other's package by the end of the
game. That was fun for me, since I had never really had a chance to take a
good look at another guy's cock and balls. My friend was a football player
and pretty well hung. While not athletic, I had a well proportioned body
and a fairly nice set of genitals myself. Because the game was so
stimulating, we both would wind up with good, hard erections by the end of
play. And, there would usually be a good amount of wet stuff dripping from
the ends of our cocks.

Neither of us was very hairy - we didn't have any hair on our chests and
just light hair on our arms and legs. He had thick dark pubic hair though
while mine was thin and light brown - almost blond. His cock was a little
larger then mine and it was darker ... mine was pinkish white while his was
sort of grayish. His cockhead had an unusual shape: it looked like a Cobra
snake: flat and thick. My cock has a round brown mole on one side and
after a few games my friend mentioned it and wondered if it was a
birthmark. By that I could tell he had been inspecting me with his eyes as
carefully as I had him.

One night, after we had both lost all of our clothes, and were just playing
a few more rounds for "nothing," my friend suggested that we make the game
"more interesting."

I cautiously said, "Okay" wondering what he had in mind.

He set the rules: after we both had lost all of our clothes, whenever a
player lost a hand, the other player would win "a favor." I didn't know
exactly what he had in mind but I agreed since, frankly, I was really
aroused.

There was only one stipulation: no "ass play." We were definitely NOT gay
and were to ask each other to "kiss my ass" or something worse.

Naturally, I lost the next hand and my friend with a big smile suggested
that I give his dick "a lick."

God, what a shock that was! I protested that I didn't think that was right
(I was really afraid of being "gay" -- and the through crossed my mind,
What if I lick his and he refuses to lick mine? Was this a trick?) but, he
pointed out that I had agreed to play and take my chances, so I had better
"pay up." What was I a chicken? He asked.

Since I was so turned on by the game play, didn't want to be a bad sport, I
reluctantly agreed. He stood up, put his dick in my face and I closed my
eyes and just sort of leaned my tongue against it.

"No, no," my friend said, holding his stiff dick straight with his fingers
at the top of it, "Lick it from the bottom to the top ..."

I gulped, and this time with my eyes open, I did as he said. I licked his
cock from his balls to the tip and left it glistening with my saliva. The
musty smell of his genitals was very strong and the "taste" of his dick
very strange- kind of metallic and sort of foul. As he went over and sat
down and dealt the next hand, I could still taste him in my mouth. I was
really, really turned on.

Of course, when he lost the next hand, I knew what to ask for and he
complied by pressing his tongue against the bottom of my stiff cock and
licking straight up. He made the same protests that I did, trying to get
out of it, but of course I knew since he had suggested this, he wanted to
do this. His tongue against my cock felt incredible. I almost shot my
load right there from the sight of his tongue pressing against me and the
wet soft feel of it. This was something completely different.

I had masturbated in all sorts of ways up to then, but this sensation of a
live tongue caressing my cock was, well, it is very hard to describe. He
looked appropriately chagrined at having to lick my cock as I sat down and
began to shuffle the cards for the next hand. We were both very quiet and
solemn as I dealt out the cards. My cock was now dripping with precum.

Game after game, the stakes rose: One lick ... two licks .... and then,
three licks ....

I should point out here that this did not all take place in one night. We
progressed very slowly actually. Doing one lick for several nights and then
moving to two for several nights after that and then, three licks.

About the fourth week, he suggested a big move: three licks and a "suck."

"Suck your dick?" I asked him incredulously?

"Well," he said, "you agreed to play and that's what I want you to do.
Come on, its no big deal."

Well, of course it was a big deal. But, not wanting to be called a chicken
and really really turned on by now after all the mutual cock licking that
had been going on up to this point, again, I closed my eyes, licked his
cock well three times then opened my mouth and, since he had a pretty big
dick, took only his dickhead and about an inch of his cock into my mouth.

The musky smell was really strong as I had his cock in my mouth. It tasted
really weird to: sort of a metallic taste which is hard to explain. All I
know is that the term `cocksucker' crossed my mind and I felt really low
... but excited at the same time.

"Yecchh," I said, trying to be as macho as possible about this and to
downplay the gayness of it all, and we continued the poker game.

I really had the full taste of him in my mouth as we played the next round.
And, while I didn't realize it at the time, I probably had a bit of his
precum in my mouth as well.

With the next game, he lost, and my friend dutifully returned the favor and
after wetting my cock with three licks of his tongue, took my cock into his
mouth leaving it shiny with his saliva. God, having my dick in his mouth
was just an unbelieveable sight and feeling. First of all, seeing my dick
head disappear past his lips was such a stimulating sight. And his mouth
was so wet and warm and soft! God. It was amazing I didn't just cum at
the sight and feel of it all!

Well the ante was raised all the way up to three licks and three sucks when
it became clear to us both that the next step was oral ejaculation -- and
it was pretty clear we weren't going to go there.

Neither of use would agree to the demand to suck the other guy off
completely. That was just too gay. I realize now, that the unspoken fear
was that one guy would suck the other guy off and then the other guy would
refuse to do it. We just didn't trust each other to take such a giant step
sexually. But, we knew we had to have some release after all this
"foreplay." If you can believe it, up to this point, after all the
nakedness, licking and sucking we hadn't jerked off in each other's
presence.

After one particularly long and sensual game, we just naturally came to a
mutual conclusion that we would watch each other masturbate. We moved to a
couch that was in the room, sat naked next to each other, and started
pulling away at our dicks. I watched his technique and he watched mine.
We both moved our hands furiously to cum as quickly as possible. I came
first, leaning back, closing my eyes and moaning a bit as the warm feeling
washed over me from deep within my groin. My sperm shot high onto my
stomach. When I was done and opened my eyes, I found my friend still
whacking away and then he too settled back and I noticed his hand movement
slowed and he groaned and his whole body stiffened: God it was so amazing
to see another guy cumming! He sort of flexed his "muscle" with his hand
and his body started jerking and wow, white thick sperm shot right up onto
the middle of his chest. Jesus. What an incredible sight and experience.

We were very tidy masturbators and made sure we had towels ready to wipe
the sperm off ourselves.

We followed that routine for the next few games: stripping down, licking,
licking and sucking and then masturbating together. It got so we would
`dress' for the game: wearing as little as possible in order to get right
down to the action. One time we played right after swimming in my backyard
pool and I was chagrined to find that he wore a jock strap and I didn't.
Another touch of humiliation as I got naked immediately and it took two
rounds to get his clothes off ... He seemed to be always arranging things
like that so I would always be the `loser' in more then just having the
losing hand of cards.

One night, as we started to play, my friend wondered aloud if I thought it
would be "cool" for us to jerk each other off - at the same time of course.
God. You mean you touching mine and me touching yours? I asked? Yep, he
said, why not? Well, I said, Okay, I guess. By this time, I was putty in
his hands and probably would have gone along with anything he suggested.

So we agreed to mutual masturbation at the end of our game that night
instead of jerking off seperately. The environment was quieter during the
game as we both were probably thinking about the ultimate climax before us.
After we got naked, and had gone through the `bet' series of licks and
sucks, we retired to the couch and, somewhat tentatively and awkwardly,
took one another's stiff cock firmly in hand. It was different. I pumped
him and he pumped me. We didn't move nearly as fast as we had when our
hands were on our own cocks. I don't know whether we were afraid to hurt
each other or whether it was just that we felt so weird touching one
another. It was certainly awkward for me for the way we were sitting, he
could use his right hand on me and I had to use my left hand on him.

Jerking off another guy is very strange. You know how your cock feels
... handling someone else's is such a wild experience! Feeling that
`bone-hard' rod, taking that soft soft skin up and down, up and down and,
of course, you cannot keep your eyes off it. Both of us, with the licking
and sucking, had somewhat moist cocks and, with all that arousing poker
play and oral action, we would be dripping precum.

Anyway, in a very short time, I felt that feeling. I indicated to my
friend as best I could to keep pressure on me - I stopped jerking on his
dick and settled back on the couch, and he very earnestly pumped and
pumped. I stiffened and God, it was so incredible having someone else make
me cum! I shot a thick load on my stomach and my friend delicately pumped
me until I indicated that I was done. When I was spent, I press my hand
against his arm indicating for him to stop. I just lay there a minute,
eyes closed, feeling that wonderful aftercum glow ... breathing hard, the
strong orgasmic feeling still there ... Squeezing the muscles of my cock to
force the last drop out ...

It wasn't long before my friend indicated his impatience and so, I leaned
forward and turned my full attention to bringing him off.

I have to repeat, that having his cock in my hand was a trip. I had
touched my own plenty of times in this way, but feeling another guy's cock
in your palm and seeing your fist around it, well, it is somehow very
arousing. He lay back on the couch a bit and close his eyes as I jerked
him off. I could see him begin to tense and he started to move his ass up
and down a bit and brought his hands down and pressed them against his
legs, and then he moaned ... he stiffened dramatically and sperm shot out
of him like a cannon. Whoosh, wooosh, wooosh it came and he put his hands
over his face as he experienced the orgasm. I pumped and pumped until no
sperm was left and he reached forward and stopped my hand. Then I sat back
against the couch myself and rubbed at my cock and balls.

"Jesus," he said, "that was so fucking great!" And I couldn't have agreed
more.

We played strip poker at least twice a week the rest of that summer usually
with the same climax although we experimented with some other "challenges"
such as public nudity: skinny dipping in my backyard pool and the community
pool in the middle of the night. One time my friend wanted to know what it
felt liked to be sucked underwater so we took turns one standing and the
other diving under the water and taking the cock into our mouths. I nearly
drowned!

But we never did progress to oral sex or any other action. One time we did
try a "69" set up, but it just didn't work out - our bodies just didn't
line up. We probably could have worked at it to make it happen, but I
still think there was a reluctance to have sperm shoot into our mouths.
Now as I look back at that golden Summer, I wish we had broken that
taboo....