We had just come home from a 1980 New Year's party, hung over and in low spirits. Four freshman high college guys and none of us came home with a date or got laid. It was three in the morning and we were all a little hung over. Greg, the guy whose parents owned the house, was in his usual up beat mood. He was about 6"2" and lean and athletic-played a lot of soccer. He was the wild man of the house always up to a dare or a prank. "That wasn't too bad- anyway the party isn't over yet!" he said carrying out another six pack. "That party sucked" I said "the only good thing about it was the free booze". I moaned. "1980 isn't getting off to a very memorable start" I whined. Jason, my best friend, was an Asian American and was on the college diving team added "I've got a headache-I guess I don't handle alcohol well. I've got practise tomorrow so I better turn in". He was religious about diving practice.
'Wait a minute, don't go yet! You wanted something memorable. We can still do that!" Greg was always the optimist, always up for more fun. I think with his body-he was tall and sculpted (he worked out all the time and did cross country running) he could have had any girls he wanted that night, but he just didn't seem as interested in having a girlfriend or getting laid. "Lets play strip poker!"
"That's lame" said Josh. Josh never said too much. He was a nice guy to have around, though, He was a surfer and had a lean, tanned body. We were all into sports and Josh was the soccer representative. He always went around the house shirtless and wearing in jeans. He like to go around shirtless as much as possible.
"I've seen you guys naked before, that's no big deal". I don't know why I had said that as in fact I hadn't seen any of the guys naked. We all did different sports (I did basketball and tennis) and we never went around the house naked. Shitless yes, but never naked. I always tried to catch guys coming out of the shower naked but so far hadn't succeeded. The thought of a strip poker game aroused and excited me, but it seemed the cool thing to diss it. Anyway if we played strip poker, I didn't think I could count on my drunken state to cover up an inevitable hard on. I had jacked off hundreds of times (discretely in the shower) to the thought of my friends naked and ejaculating.
"Okay-you think that's too lame, and you want something memorable, lets play strip jack poker"-Greg never gave up too easily. "What the fuck is that?" Jason asked.
"Easy. We each stand around the kitchen table facing each other and we draw cards. Lowest card loses a piece of clothing until we all get naked."
"Real memorable, Greg" I said. I was being a sorry prick that night.
"After a guy gets naked, he can keep playing, but if he loses naked, he has to get hard in front of us" Hmmm. Greg must have been thinking up this one for a long time. A guy can continue to play hard but if he loses again he must jack off onto to the table while the other three guys watch. The one winner won't have to masturbate"
"No way" said Josh.
"You're kidding" said Jason, who had already taken off his shirt.
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard" I chimed in.
"Don't have the balls for it, eh Steve" Greg goaded. By now he was standing up by the kitchen table and had slammed a pack of cards on the table. "I always figured you for a chicken."
"I feel lucky tonight, and I'm always game to see you make a fool out of yourself" I said. I surprised myself by getting up and standing opposite Greg at the table and glared at him. The alcohol was making me more argumentative than usual.
"You guys are serious" Jason said as he walked to the table and removed a chair. It was clear that he was in too. Greg told Josh he better go to bed because it wasn't a spectator sport. Josh put on his shirt and stood opposite Jason at the table.
As the game started, Jason and Greg were doing the early losers. Jason took off his shoes and socks, but with great panache, Greg took off his shirt, jeans and Jockeys, leaving his shoes and socks last. There he was but naked looking like a porn star, really buffed. He loved the attention his nudity was getting. Jason and I both lost our shoes but were clearly winning. Finally Greg lost totally naked-by now Jason was left wearing only his oversized t-shirt. For a guy who always goes shirtless, its funny that he decided that would be his last piece of clothing to take off. Enjoying the eyes watching him, Greg stroked his cock until it was fully erect, veins bulging. It was throbbing as the blood pulsed into it. I was transfixed watching him, naked and with all his manhood on display.
Jason lost and was naked, and already hard, without needing any manual stimulation. We decided we wouldn't dock him a turn. Greg lost again and suddenly all his confidence left him. He blushed and turned and went to the bathroom.
"Now we see who is chicken" I shouted. I didn't blame him though for not going through with it. After about 2 minutes he slowly walked back, still naked and hard. "Keep your clothes on boys, just need a little lube", Greg smiled and squirted some KY jelly into his hand and placed the bottle back on the table. Slowly, firmly and with audible moaning and gasping, he massaged his shaft with a different technique than I had ever thought of. Learned something new I thought as I watched one of my best friends bring himself to a climax. Seven jets of cum landed all over the table. I looked up to see Josh, with a bead of sweat running down his chest and a drop of precum on his dick. He was obviously as aroused as I was.
Next Josh lost. He point blank refused to cum for us. Greg, now fully dressed and enjoying the show, took umbrage. You saw me cum, he said as he got behind Josh and put him in an arm lock. Grab his feet, He ordered Josh, who swiftly complied. OK Steve, jerk him off, Greg commanded, his cum will be on this table. I squirted KY jelly into my hand and walked over to Jason. He looked into my eyes and could tell I was going to do it. "Okay, okay, I'll do it-crazy fucks" Jason muttered. We turned him loose and watched him skillfully stroke his beatiful cock to an orgasm. The table was covered with cum.
"You're turn now" Jason smiled, making no effort to get dressed. Obviously no hard feelings. He looked like he was enjoying himself.
I don't know what stopped me from just creaming in my pants, but the front of my boxers were soaked with pre-cum. Both Jason and myself lost clothes on alternate rounds, and soon we were both hard and completely naked. I didn't know if I could go through with it if I lost, but knew that I didn't have many other options. I was prepared to stroke off Josh, no doubt he would be happy to be the enfocer with this round!
I was suddenly very embarrased as a fully dressed Jason and Greg stared at me- Josh stayed naked. Summoning up all my guts, I took some KY and started stroking. The guys cheered me on. I blew an enormous load onto the table, now coated in cum.
Jason piped up "I know I'm the winner, but it doesn't make sense to go upstairs and relieve myself in private thinking of your hot horny bodies."
"I guess I just want my cum on the table too."
What a sport. He voluntarily stripped off again, worked his uncut 7 inches to its full capacity, and skillfully beat it to ejaculation. We all clapped in appreciation.
"Hey you're right, Greg," I enthused "This was memorable after all!"