Playing cards for the fool
That day, Mitya and I gathered at Igor's place. His father is a long-haul truck driver and was on another trip, and his mother had gone to the hospital for a 24-hour shift. We bought some beer and were having a good time, though we were cursing the weather. It's summer, warm outside, but it had been pouring rain for the second day in a row. It's a shame, it's vacation and instead of swimming in the river and sunbathing, we're spending time in the apartment.
After watching a new disc with some silly American movie, we didn't know what to do with ourselves. Igor suggested playing cards. After dealing the cards a few times, Mitka proposed playing for stakes. We couldn't think of what for a long time. That same cunning Mitka suggested playing strip poker.
/>— What, haven't you seen us naked before? — asked Igor. We often go to the bathhouse together, and at the beach we use the same changing room at the same time.
— I have, but at least it'll add some interest, — he replied. Igor waved his hand, he agreed. I got a little nervous because I wasn't wearing any underwear under my shorts. And on top of that, I had recently shaved my pubic area and balls. We were all dressed for summer – shorts and T-shirts. A couple of times I lost and was already completely naked. But I didn't refuse, so as not to upset the group.
The first loser was Igor, and he was left without his T-shirt. The second loser was Mitka, but instead of his T-shirt, he took off his shorts, under which he had white briefs. He lost the third game too, and now he was only wearing his briefs. I fought like a lion, but fortune turned away from me, and I had to take off my T-shirt. And after another game, I lost the last item of my clothing and had to take off my shorts. I turned my back to the guys and, feeling myself blush, took them off.
— Hey, Vovchik, did you forget to put on your underwear this morning? — Mitka teased as usual. And when I turned to face them, their jokes knew no bounds.
— Looks like our Vovchik has turned into a nudist or come up with something even worse.
— Oh, stop being sarcastic. Lots of guys shave in the summer, it's hot, after all. And in the bathhouse, there are plenty of men walking around shaved and it's no big deal.
We continued the game and soon everyone was naked. We had to go back to the kitchen and drink beer again.
— You know, there's definitely something to this, — Igor said thoughtfully.
— What do you mean? — Mitka asked him. Igor nodded towards me.
— The shaving. First – it's hygienic. Second, the dick looks more impressive. And third, I solved a problem for myself. I bought myself some swim trunks – they're great, narrow, the bulge seems huge, but the hair ruins it, it just sticks out from under them. I'll show you now. — Igor rummaged in the closet and pulled out bright pink swim trunks. He put them on and indeed, the trunks didn't hide the hair on his pubic area and crotch. — That's it, I'm going to shave. You guys wait. — And he disappeared into the bathroom.
About ten minutes later he called me.
— Well, how is it? — he asked, showing me his now-shaved pubic area. I nodded – excellent. — Vovchik, there are long hairs growing around the asshole itself. Help me out, huh, — Igor asked. I took the razor from his hand, and he bent over, spreading his legs wide, and used his hands to spread his buttocks. I carefully shaved the hair around his asshole and under his scrotum. He thanked me, rinsed off under the shower, and dried himself with a towel. And I returned to the kitchen.
— What were you doing there for so long, jerking off or something? — Mitka asked discontentedly, as he hadn't been invited.
— Oh, get lost. That's all you ever think about, — I grumbled.
When Igor came out of the bathroom, he spun around in front of the mirror in the hallway, then put on his swim trunks.
— Well, that's more like it, — he said. — Thanks, Vovchik, for giving me the idea to do this.
— Take them off, take them off. You'll be showing off in them at the beach, — Mitka said discontentedly. — Right now we're all naked. — Igor regretfully took off his new acquisition and hid it in the closet.
— And you, Mityay, don't you want to trim your thicket? — asked Igor. — Or do you want to stand out among us when we go to the bathhouse?
— Alright. I'll trim it at home with scissors. It'll itch after shaving.
— And how do you know that? — I asked. — By the way, Igor, put some aftershave cream on everything so there's no irritation, — I advised him. — So, Mityay, answer, how do you know that?
— Tried it once when I went to my grandma's in the village for the whole summer. And it grew back by the time the new school year started. — And he made a charming grimace. — Well, okay. So what are we going to do next?
It must be said that Mitka constantly tried to persuade us into homosexual sex. And, as is known, a drop wears away a stone. What Igor and I agreed to was mutual masturbation. We had no objections to that, we did it openly, each to himself or, as they say, helped a comrade. But we didn't dare go further. Although in secret fantasies, I thought about how nice it would be to try sucking Igor's beautiful dick, having absolutely no experience in it, as I had never sucked anyone before.
Igor took a centrist position – if everyone is together, he doesn't object to trying. But in this case, if one of us, meaning me, is against it, Igor doesn't insist. Generally, as you understand, everyone wanted this. Some secretly, like me, and probably Igor, and some openly called for it, like Mitka.
— Well, what's with you guys, like little kids, I swear, — Mitka started his usual tune. — Only capable of jerking off your own dicks. Let's try it like adults. And if we don't like it, we'll stop. Vovchik, make up your mind. It all depends on you.
At first, I was a bit stubborn, but then I let myself be persuaded, but with one condition.
— I suck Igor.
— Why's that? Let's draw lots, — Mitka began to object.
— No lots. Either I suck Igor, or I don't participate at all, — I stated categorically. And immediately explained: — Because he's shaved. If you shave, — I said to Mityay, — maybe I'll suck you then.
We moved to the big room and lay down on the carpet. Igor lay on his right side, and I settled on his right leg. Mitka lay down in the same order. It turned out that I would suck Igor, he would suck Mitka, and Mitka would suck me. We decided not to swallow the cum the first time, so no one would throw up, and to warn our partner about the approaching orgasm. Igor asked us not to stain the carpet and, just in case, got up and brought paper napkins from the kitchen, placing them in the center of our circle. After that, he took his position.
We started simultaneously on command. I took Igor's still soft dick in my hand and pulled the foreskin back and forth a few times. His dick started to react and I began licking his flesh, whose smell overpowered the scent of the shaving gel. I couldn't see what Igor was doing with Mitka's dick, but he immediately took my organ into his mouth and started sucking it. Apparently, Mitka already had some experience in such matters. I felt my dick hardening and growing in size and, frankly speaking, it felt good.
Igor's dick also hardened and grew from my caresses, and pre-cum started oozing from the slit. Its taste seemed neutral to me. Naturally, since I had no experience, I just started remembering how it's done in porn films: I would stop sucking the upper part of his dick and run my tongue along the entire shaft, even touching his balls. And then I'd go back to sucking. Igor, apparently, liked it, as a fine tremor ran through his body, and his balls drew up close to the base.
What Mitka was doing to my dick is beyond words. He caressed my frenulum with his tongue, licked my balls and even tried to take one into his mouth at a time. Then again he sucked diligently, and apparently, his activity began to bear fruit, and I wanted to cum. For a while I tried to hold back, but the time came to warn him about it. Mitka pulled the dick out of his mouth and ran his palm up and down the shaft a few times until my sperm shot out, covering my chest and stomach. The orgasm was wonderful, deep and vivid, I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself. But I had to work on Igor's dick, who was also about to cum soon. He simply pulled his dick out of my hand and made a few jerking motions and his juice sprayed onto his chest.
How Mitka finished, I didn't see, as I closed my eyes and replayed in my head what had just happened. I only heard his moans: he always moaned, even when masturbating and cumming.
We needed to get up and go to the bathroom. Everyone understood this, but continued to lie there. I think that right now each of us was realizing what had happened and understood that today, right now, we had crossed a certain line separating teenage masturbation from something more serious and we had probably taken a step towards what Mitka had been pushing us towards. And someday it would have to happen.
— Well, why are you lying there like you're dead? — Mitka was the first to break the silence. — Let's go to the bathroom. — We got up, and without looking each other in the eyes, went to the bathroom, where we rinsed off under the shower.
Sitting in the kitchen, finishing our beer and smoking cigarettes, we were silent and pretended that nothing had happened.
— Well, why are you all silent, as if instead of pleasure, you got a slap on the neck? — Mitka, understanding that he had instigated this, thought it necessary to clarify things. — After all, you got a kick, a bigger one than from ordinary masturbation. What, Igor, didn't you like it?
Igor paused meaningfully, as if weighing all the pros and cons, and then said:
— You know, personally I liked it and, of course, it's more intense than masturbation. I agree with you on that. — Now everyone looked at me, waiting for my opinion.
— I liked it too. I'll say more – I've never cum like that before. But, — here I deliberately paused, — haven't we taken a step towards homosexual sex?
Then everyone started talking at once, interrupting each other and trying to prove something to the others. Mitka especially got heated, arguing that giving each other blowjobs is not yet sodomy, although, as he believes, you have to try everything in life while you're young. We didn't agree on anything, although we came to a common denominator: we need to try everything, but the questions of when, with whom, and where remained open.
About an hour later, Mitka's father called him on his phone and demanded he come to the garage. They had a vehicle inspection scheduled for the next day, and they needed Mitka's help. Mitka, regretful that he had to leave us, got dressed and left Igor's apartment, promising to call tomorrow.
We smoked a cigarette each, and Igor suggested lying down for a bit. We went to his room and lay down together on his narrow bed. Our bodies touched pleasantly, and because of this, Igor seemed closer to me than just a friend.
— Tell me, Vovchik, did you really like sucking my dick? — he asked after some silence.
— I'll say more, Igor, I've wanted to do that with you for a long time. Secretly, I dreamed about it, — I confessed. He propped himself up and, turning to me, gently touched my lips with his.
– And why were you silent all this time? Did you think that if you had come to me with this request, I wouldn't have understood you? — I shrugged. — By the way, your sausage has been attracting me for a long time too. — He gently placed his palm on my genitals, and I felt myself starting to get aroused. I made a reciprocal move and began to caress his dick.
When we were both sufficiently aroused, Igor lay on top of me, and we started kissing again. I'll say it was intoxicating. Before this, I had kissed girls a few times, and even then, not seriously. This was something else. Our tongues touched and we sucked on them, kissed the insides of our lips, explored our palates and gums with our tongues. Since our dicks were touching and pressed between our stomachs, I felt pre-cum oozing from my dick and Igor's.
— Well, what do you say, shall we suck each other now? — asked Igor. — Only I want to ask, will we swallow our juice or not?
— I agree. Let's try what it's like, — I replied.
Meanwhile, time was passing, and I was already trying to hold back for the second time so as not to cum. At some point, Igor's orgasm also came so close that he abruptly stopped me. When the tension subsided a bit, we continued. But no matter how hard we tried, the body demands its due and nothing can stop it. I was seized by such a strong tremor, as if with a fever, and I only managed to shout "I'm cumming!" and started shooting portions of my juice into Igor's mouth.
Igor didn't have time to shout anything before I felt the taste of his nectar in my mouth. Strangely, contrary to expectations, I didn't feel any disgust. On the contrary, I tried to take it all in and sucked until the last drop. I think Igor did the same. And when we finally finished, our dicks were virginally clean.
For a while we lay motionless. Before my eyes, Igor's dick began to soften. Probably, he observed the same thing. I tried to twitch my dick a few times, and it became clear that it was already obeying me poorly. We lay down together again face to face, and kissed again. On his lips, I felt a saltiness, probably from my juice, and he felt the same on my lips. Igor wanted to ask something, but I covered his mouth with my palm.
— Don't ask anything. Everything was wonderful. I don't know about you, but I was in seventh heaven.
— It was great for me too! What fools we are for not doing this earlier.
— And it's all thanks to Mitka, — I said. — I hope we don't tell him what we did in his absence, or else he'll get offended or jealous. — Igor nodded in agreement…