1. The Making of a Cocksucker


    Date: 11/15/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: GaSucker, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Matt was my friend when we were in our early twenties. In those days, we would go to the stripper bars, watch the girls undress for a few dollars and leave horny. He would often jokingly say he wanted me to suck his dick. Of course, I did not do it. Matt had said that I would do it someday. Over time, life took us in different directions as it often happens and we lost contact. It took several years and social media to put us back in contact with each other. As it turned out, he lived about two and a half hours away from me. During our conversations, he said that he and three other guys wanted to play strip poker and invited me to come up to play. I told him that I suck at poker. He admitted that none of them were any good at it either. But the terms of the game would be simple. The man with the lowest hand had to take off a piece of clothing. In the event of a draw, everyone kept what they had on and we would play another hand. When the first man was naked, he lost and the game ended. It would be fun and harmless. That particular weekend was rather supposed to be rather cool for autumn and I had no other plans. He talked me into coming up for a few beers and see who ended up nude. I said I would play but only if we had a cheat card before we started. Since no one was any better than I was, we did not need any arguments to the winning and losing hands. He agreed. The drive was about what I expected. Just over two and a half hours. I noticed my fuel supply was running a ...
    little low when I pulled into his driveway. He greeted me at the door. None of the other guys were there yet, so we opened the first beers for ourselves and had a chat. I told him that I needed to get gas and asked if there was a gas station closer than the ones near the freeway. He said there was one about a mile further passed the turn I made to come to his house and it was open all night. After a while, the other three guys were there. John, Marcus and David. Matt was about a year older than I was. The other three appeared slightly older than him. None of us were fat but not gym rats either. Although David and John obviously enjoyed beer more. As promised, Matt had written a cheat card to describe what hands beat what and went into a little more detail pertaining to the rules of the game. We would all start the game without shoes. A pair of socks was one piece of clothing. With all in agreement, we began to play. I did well for the first three hands. I did not lose my socks until the fourth. There was only one draw in the whole game. That happened on the fifth hand. Then things went a little sour for me. About eight hands and two beers later, I was down to my underwear. Matt and John had lost their shirts. David was doing well. He had only lost his socks. In the next hand, I was the low hand holder. I had lost my underwear. I reluctantly removed them amidst the cheers of the others. They told me to stand up and turn around so they could see. Everyone started reaching for their ...
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