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This is the 6th part to a second series involving 13 year old Tim
Martin and his coming of age. These characters and situations are
completely fictional.  Great pains have been taken, however, to make
them as realistic as possible.

There are some sexual situations in these stories, so they are meant
only for adults, age 18 or older.

Please feel free to interact with me, the author. I answer every
email. Links are available to the other parts of this series, and to
the first series, The Adventures of Tim and John, by simply requesting
them. The address is listed at the end of the story.


Part 6

After supper, Joey followed me back to my room, and I shut the door.

"What do you want to do, poker, video game, TV? You decide." 

He just looked at me and said, "You decide, anything would be all
right with me."

"Hell no, Joey. We're friends, so I'm gonna let you choose. I won't be
mad or nothing if you pick something I don't like."

After a short pause he said, "Well, I saw some of the games in the top
of your closet. Randy and I used to play `Sorry!' in Indiana."

"Then Sorry! it is." I got it down from the closet and we set up the
pieces and cards. It took about  45 minutes for us to finish the game,
and I won, getting all of my pieces home before he did.

He smiled. "You won, Tim." That didn't happen very often, except with
the Mega games. He was a smart kid and a good thinker at games, but
Sorry! was more of a game of chance than of skill.

"Cha-ching! A win for Tim-bo! OK, this is your night, Joey. What do we
play next?"

"I would like a rematch."

"Fine with me." We played for another 45 minutes or so, and he won.

"What next, Joey?"

"I would like to play poker, but  playing with chips is becoming
uninteresting. One of us gets all of the chips and we just put them
all back in the box after it is over. It is just like what we spent
the last two hours doing. You won, then I won. Is there anything else
that we can play for besides chips, to make it more interesting and
challenging?"

"I only have $1.50, if that's what you are talking about."

"No, I am not thinking about playing for money.  I am not sure exactly
what I am thinking about. I am just wondering if there is some other
challenge that we can play for."

I could think of only one thing, and I was wondering if Joey knew
about it and was hinting around to play it, but was reluctant to ask.
I felt that familiar rush of energy run from the top of my head, down
my spine, and out through my butt hole. My cock was beginning to
tingle again. We sat quietly for a minute of two, and I spoke up.

"Ever played strip poker?"

"No. How is that played?"

I was kind of afraid to answer, but we had opened up to each other a
lot that afternoon, so I explained it to him. "Each guy starts with
the same amount of clothes on. When you lose a hand, you take off
something. When you take off your last thing, you are the loser, and
you have to stand naked in front of the winner." My heart was beating
fast. It was a poignant moment. "Wanna try it?"

He sat quietly, like he was thinking hard. He had an ashen look to his
face. "I suppose we could try it and see how it goes."

"OK, here is how we will do it.  The loser of each hand has to take
something off and put it behind them. We each have five things: two
socks, a shirt, pants and underwear. Belts and watches don't count."

I dealt first, and got a bunch of junk, 10 high, and drew 4. Joey drew
3. He must have had a pair of something. I did not draw another 10,
but did draw a pair of 3's. He had a pair of 2's, so I won the first
hand.

"Which sock should I take off first?"

"You decide which clothes to take off." He took off his left sock,
being careful not to let it roll up on itself. He put it behind him.
He lost the next hand, too, and was now barefooted.

I was getting a hard on. I loved the sexual thrill of this game, and
the naughtiness of it made it even more exciting. This was going to
lead to some big moments of truth for Joey and me.

My dick was uncomfortable as it grew in my jeans. It's natural
tendency was to point straight ahead, and it poked that way when it
got hard. I usually had to reach down in my pants and pull it up
toward the waistband of my underwear to take away the `tent pole'
effect, and some of the discomfort. Joey got up to pee, which gave me
an opportunity to reach down in and make an adjustment. He came back
in and sat down, and we resumed the game.

I lost the next hand, and removed my right sock. He lost his shirt
next, and it was getting interesting. All he had left were his pants
and his underwear. I had a good lead. The next hand I lost, along with
my other sock.

Joey dealt next, and I got three 6's. I was sure to win this one, and
I did. He looked at me. "What do I do?"

"You have to take off your pants."

His face got very red,. He stood, undid his belt, and unfastened and
unzipped his jeans. He opened them and dropped them down to his
ankles. He then sat down, worked them off of his legs, and placed them
neatly behind him. His underwear was so white! His mom must have used
good bleach. Like in the morning, I did not notice a bulge or any
signs of sexual excitement through his underwear. The crotch created a
space, making it difficult to tell.

I dealt the next hand, and lost my shirt, literally. I was ahead two
to one, and the moment of truth was soon approaching. He calmly dealt
next. If I lost this hand, I would have to take off my jeans,
revealing my poking cock through the underwear. If he lost, he would
have to stand naked.

He looked at his cards and got real red as he shook his head from side
to side slightly. Obviously he had nothing. He drew four. I had a pair
of aces, and drew three, but it wasn't necessary.

He spoke quietly and his voice quivered . "All I have is 9 high."  

I just laid down my cards, showing my winning hand, and did not say
anything. With a defeated look in his eyes, he said, "Is there any
certain way this is supposed to be done?"

"You can do it any way you want. The rule is you have to take off your
underwear and stand naked in front of the winner." My heart was
pounding fast, and my dick was very hard down inside my jeans. He got
real red in the face and slowly stood up.

"Would it be acceptable if I were to turn my back to you while I
remove them?"

"It doesn't matter to me. However you want to do it."  He turned
around and hooked his thumbs on each side of the wide waistband and
removed his underwear. Very nicely shaped, rounded butt cheeks were
there for me to see. He stepped out of them and laid them with the
other clothes neatly piled there in front of his feet. He stood there
with his back to me, and his head hanging down.

"I suppose this does not qualify as `standing naked in front of the
winner', does it?"

"Well, really you have to show your front. At least that's the way I
heard it was supposed to be played. There ain't nothing to be scared
of, Joey.  We are both boys, you know."

"Well, it was my idea to play this..., so...," he turned around slowly, 
"Here I am, all of me."

His penis was flaccid and hung about 2 inches down. It was beautiful
in the way it hung. It nested between a small indentation in his
scrotum, where his two testicles hung down slightly.  The wrinkles
were perfectly distributed, and he had a nice, well-defined head. The
base of the head was in perfect alignment with the bottom of his
testicles. He had a neat, small crop of  brown pubic hairs. I saw a
beautiful, young male body. He "wore" his nakedness just like he wore
his clothes, nothing un-tucked, and everything perfectly in its place.

Usually the winner torments the loser, making obnoxious statements,
belittling, and adding to the loser`s embarrassment. I didn`t do that
to Joey. Even though HE was naked, I was the one who felt embarrassed.
He obviously was not aroused sexually, and I was.

I said, "You did it, you showed your naked front. The game is over." 
I felt really stupid, having a hard on when he didn't. Why was I
aroused? Why wasn't he?

He got dressed, and I put my shirt and socks back on. I spoke up.
"Well, that was interesting. Were you embarrassed?"

"Yes, very. It was my idea, though.  I wanted a big challenge. I lost,
and I had to suffer the embarrassment."  He paused.  "I played
something like this once before, actually."

"Oh, really?"

"It wasn't poker, though. Remember when I told you once that I had
spent the night at Randy's house once back in Indiana?"

"Yeah, I think."

"I was 8. It was Randy's 9h birthday. He was allowed to have one
friend overnight, and he chose me. We played games, ate snacks, and
watched some Disney movies in his living room. When it was time for us
to go to bed we went back into Randy's room, and put on our pajamas.
We turned our backs on each other so we wouldn't see each other's
underwear when we were changing."

That sounded familiar. He went on with his story. "His mom came in to
tell us goodnight. We were little and wanted to `camp out', so we got
in sleeping bags on the floor.  She turned off the light and closed
the door after we were situated. Randy had a flashlight down inside
his sleeping bag. He took it out and shined it my face. He had a pair
of dice from a Monopoly game on the floor next to his sleeping bag.
Whispering, he suggested that we play a game where we roll the dice
and the loser has to pull down his pants and show his thing. I
hesitated and was unsure. He called me a chicken."

That also sounded familiar. He went on, "I agreed to play, and I don't
really know why. We each rolled and he lost.  He pulled down his
pajama bottom and underwear together and shined the flashlight on his
thing. He said, `show me yours.' I said, `no,' and he called me a
chicken again. So I just got on my knees and showed my thing to him.
He was shining his flashlight back and forth the whole time. I am not
sure why I did it, but there was a part of me that enjoyed it a
little. Then we pulled our pajamas and underwear back up and went to
sleep."

I added my wisdom. "I guess there is something about sleepovers that
makes boys want to strip and show off." He shrugged his shoulders.

We sat there on the floor together. "Tim, you beat me, as they say
'fair and square.' Would you be interested in a rematch?"

I sat there, freaking out on the inside. I still had a hard on. He
didn't. If I lost, what would he think? At the same time all of these
questions were rolling around in my mind, I really wanted to play.
Something in me wanted to be naked in front of Joey. "OK. You deal
first this time."

I lost the first two, with my socks. He lost the next two, and his
socks. Then he lost his shirt, and I lost mine. It was very even. We
were both sitting shirtless. The next hand I won, and he took off his
jeans. I still saw no bulge in his Calvins.

My heart was pounding. I could not quit now, but if I lost this hand,
my excitement would be obvious through my briefs, and I was unsure
about how Joey would react. My mind was going in about a hundred
different directions.

I got junk, queen high. We each drew four cards. I ended up with
nothing different, a queen high. He had a king high.

I stood up quietly, opened my jeans and lowered them in such a way as
to cover the obvious with my right arm. My boner was pointed up and
the head was poking forward causing the part of my white briefs just
under the waistband to protrude out. It was very obvious that I was
aroused.. I sat down and moved my arm, figuring I couldn't get away
with hiding it. The idea of strip poker is that the loser has to
suffer embarrassment, after all.  My cock was poking in my underwear,
and Joey just looked and smiled. He did not comment in any way. He
handed me the cards, and said, "It is your deal."

I dealt myself a pair of 8's. He drew three. I drew three. I looked,
and sighed relief as I drew another pair, a pair of jacks. I had a
good hand, two pair.

Joey showed his hand. He had three 9's. I was stunned! I just laid the
cards down, revealing my losing hand.

Joey said, smiling, "This time I am the victor, and YOU have to suffer
the embarrassment."

I did not say anything. I stood up, turned my back to Joey, hooked my
thumbs on the waistband, and quickly, with a bending motion, pulled
down and stepped out of the Fruit of the Looms.  My cock was very
hard,  pointing straight ahead. I turned around, and my face was beet
red.

My embarrassment ended, though, when I looked at Joey. The crotch of
his underwear was poking out. I was no longer alone in my arousal.
There was a sharp imprint of his shaft pointing down, and his cockhead
was pressing against the bottom part of the crotch.  I could easily
see the imprint of the curved lines from the raised area where the
head meets the shaft. He was sitting there and smiling. I threw the
cards to the side.

"Come on, Joey, take `em off."

His smile turned to seriousness. Without saying a word, he stood up
and pulled off his underwear. He didn't even turn his back to me.

His dick was very hard, and sprang up and down some as it was freed
from the underwear.  It looked a little bigger than mine, slightly
longer and a little bit bigger around. It pointed up at a slight
angle, and had a little downward bend from the base to the point. We
stood there and stared at each other's fully erect cocks.

We stood there silently for a moment, continuing to gaze at each
other`s cocks. Then he looked inquisitive and asked, "Remember
earlier, when we discussed masturbation?"

"Yeah."

 "If you wanted to, could you make yourself cum right now ?"

"Yeah, and I want to." I went over and sat on the side of the bed in
front of my pillows. He came and sat next to me. I took my cock and
began working it up and down. He just watched wide eyed, like at the
movie earlier.

I thought it might be fun to get some measurements. I took the ruler
off my nightstand., and pressed it hard against the base of my penis
just under my pubic hairs.
"Five and a half inches." I handed it to him. "Here."

He put it in the same area as I did. He had to straighten out the bend
a little.

"Just a little less than six." He put his left knee up on the bed so
he could turn his body to face me. His right foot was on the floor.
This caused his legs to be spread, revealing a totally unobstructed
view of his erect cock, his pubes, and testicles. I stroked for a
while, and then lay back across the head of the bed, just in front of
the pillows. There was about a foot and a half between his left knee,
which was resting on the bed, and the right side of my waist. My feet
were hanging down off the side of the bed. He had a perfect view of
the action. I continued stroking. When I felt the intensity begin to
build, I thought I should explain what I was feeling.

"I can feel it build."

"What?"

"The feeling like I am ready to cum." I didn't know words like
`climax' or `intensity level' back then.

"It doesn't take long, does it?"

"It takes as long as you want it too. When you feel it building up,
you can slow down to make it last."

"Why would you want to make it last?"

"Because it feels real good."

"Oh, it feels real good right now?"

"Oh yeah!  Oh yeah, believe me! It feels great, but not as good as it
feels when you cum. Nothing feels better than that."

"I know the nocturnal emissions feel good. It must be the same kind of
feeling."

"I guess." I stopped and started again when the excitement maximized.
Having him watch me added to the excitement. It was all so new and
thrilling. I loved the attention I was getting from Joey. I stroked 
rapidly a few times. "I am ready now. Watch."

I took my thumb and forefinger and held the soft skin about an inch
below the defined lines of the penis head. The skin slid over the hard
inside, and I could feel the texture of the firm inside part as I
worked it up and down. I slid it up to the head, and down to about
three quarters of an inch below the starting point, and back up, and
back down, and up, and down. I slowed the pace, and when  I couldn't
wait any more, I sped up the motion.

"YyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyYES!SSSSSSSssssssssssss!!!" I did not scream,
I just whispered very loudly. The first blast of cum shot back so far
that it hit me on the chin. The rest of the shots landed on my chest
and belly, with one direct hit right in my navel. I stroked slowly,
working out every last bit of semen. My cockhead was dark red. I just
lay there in the ecstasy of the moment, naked, with jiz all over me. I
began relaxing. Joey just watched it all take place wide eyed and
curious.

He said, "It comes out with great velocity. I am amazed at the
velocity." He had a
big vocabulary.

"Would you get me some tissues? I need about four." He got up, his
dick still sticking out and hard. He gave me the tissues. I wiped off
the cum, sat up and threw away the tissues. My dick was starting to go
down some.

"I wonder if I could do it."

"Of course you can."

"I have never tried it. I did not even know how to do it before
today."

"All you need is a hard on, and you have that!"

"So I just lie back and rub on it?"

"Yeah, that's all you do. You can feel when it is ready to shoot out."

He lay back across the foot of the bed. I got in the same position he
was in when he watched me, with my right knee up on the bed and my
left leg over the edge, causing a full view of my private trio, the
penis, the balls, and the pubes. Of course my penis was flaccid now,
but it stayed bigger than usual. It hadn`t shrunk down to where any
wrinkles showed.

He took his thumb and two fingers at a halfway point of his shaft.
Holding the smooth skin, he gently worked it up to the head and down
to the base.

"You got the hang of it, Joey. Just keep doing that." He kept working
it with the same three digits. "How does it feel?"

He smiled the biggest `freedom smile' I had ever seen. "It feels
great!"

I looked at the clock. It was 11:05. He just kept on with the same
motion. 11:10. 11:15.

He spoke up as he continued. "When does the `building' part happen?" I
didn't know how to answer that, because he had spent a lot of time
already.

"Just keep stroking, Joey."

He did. 11:20, 11:25. At 11:27 he stopped stroking and started to sit
up. His dick was now very hard. "Tim, I have to go to the bathroom."

I remembered my first time. "No you don't. That's how the `building'
part feels. You're ready. Don't stop."

He lay back down and resumed his play. He kept the head pointing
straight up to the ceiling. "I feel it now, that feeling like I have
to pee."

"You're there. Don't stop." He got in about six more strokes. 

"ooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, FUCK! OH,     OH!           OH,! 
                                           OH!                        
                                OH!                                  
Oh,            oh  oh oooooooh"

He was feeling the freedom now! The first shot went straight up in the
air about two feet and landed back on his wrist. The rest shot back as
he aimed it toward his chest. He released more semen than I had ever
seen in one jack off, about 10 or 11 big tracks, landing in an area
from under his neck to the top of his pubes. His body jerked visibly
with each shot.

"OH OH OH MY MY OH.OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" He just lay there. "WHOA! NONE OF
MY NOCTURNALS EVER FELT THAT GOOD!" He was a little louder than I
wanted him to be.

"Shhhhhhhh!" I said laughingly. I handed him three tissues, but he
needed four. He began wiping up the semen.

There was a knock on the door. "Boys, do you need anything? I am going
to bed now."

"No, mom. Good night!"

Joey could barely open his mouth when he said weakly, "Good night,
Mrs. Martin, thank you again for everything," He lay in the glow,
loosely holding the tissues. He didn't have much energy left.

"Good night, boys." She went on to her room. 

"Shit, if she only knew!" We laughed.

"Tim, I am very tired. I need to put on my pajamas and go to sleep."
He still hadn't moved from the foot of the bed, and  was still holding
the tissues.

"Hey, forget the pajamas. We'll sleep in the buff."

"The buff?"

"Yeah." I turned on the lamp, and walked over to turn off the ceiling
light. Then I got under the covers in the nude. He still hadn't moved
from the foot of the bed., and was still holding the tissues.

He smiled a huge grin, got up, discarded the tissues, climbed over top
of me to his side, and put that beautiful naked body under the covers.

We said nothing more. I reached up, turned off the lamp, and we went
to sleep.

________________________________________________________________________
To be concluded in "Tim's New Neighbor", part 7.

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