Pranks with friends
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exibitionism
The events described in this story, including the dates, occurred exactly as reported. Since I don't know if any of the people mentioned are familiar with these sites, I've changed the names of the characters so that no real people can be identified.
The first time I played strip poker with my friends was on July 21st of this year. I'm a twenty-two-year-old from the province of Rome. I have my "older" friends in the city, and in my hometown I hang out with people who are, on average, a little younger than me. The people in this story are all around seventeen or eighteen, except for Claudio, who is my age. I'm originally from Naples, and most of my relatives live there. Two of these relatives, two uncles, were coincidentally celebrating their birthdays together, and one of them was turning 50. Since Claudio is a person who particularly cares about these occasions, as often happens in the South, he organized a big party, inviting a lot of people, including, of course, my parents. Aware of my desire for independence and that seeing me with a lot of relatives wouldn't make me very happy, my parents decided to leave me home alone for the party: they dropped me off Tuesday morning and returned the next day. I would have the house free on Tuesday evening and then I would spend the whole night alone. I decide to go out with a friend, Claudio, and we go to a Chinese restaurant. In the meantime, we let the other guys in our circle know that my house is free and they can come over for a poker game if they want. Claudio and I go up to my house and play a couple of games of chess (which I win easily), then Claudio picks up the guys in his car. Three guys show up: Francesco, Luca, and Piero, and two girls, Ludovica and Alice. At first, the evening goes by normally: we guys play poker while the girls, who are very close friends, hang out on the couch chatting and gossiping. The fun begins when the girls leave. We were already engaging in some racy conversation, and I joke, "Well, let's play strip poker!" Now you should know that 1) we'd never done anything like this before, and I wasn't serious; 2) I knew Francesco, Luca, and Piero had seen each other's dicks on several occasions, while I was excluded, even though they knew I was bisexual (not the only one; Piero also likes both men and women). I couldn't believe what happened next: the group (fostered by Francesco) took my proposal seriously, and we started talking about the rules to follow. After some amused debate, we came to the following conclusion: whoever folds with the best hand gets to take off an item of clothing; if everyone except the one with the best hand folds, nothing happens, and whoever is left with no chips gets to strip naked. As for the number of clothes, there were no problems; it was summer, and we all wore the same number of items: shoes, which were counted together as one item of clothing; socks, also considered as a pair; a t-shirt or shirt, shorts/jeans, and underwear. Right away, Claudio, who always talks about sex but is deep down the most prudish of the group,He withdraws from the competition and starts using my computer in my room. We start playing in the kitchen-living room of my house, where we'd been until then. Now, I don't remember the game in detail, both because I was too preoccupied with the fact that I was about to see someone completely naked, and because I'm actually a total wimp at poker and don't even remember the order of importance of the combinations. The game is hilarious, however. Francesco, who usually gets excited even during normal games, experiences this game with extreme anxiety, and every stroke of bad luck throws him into a fit of rage. Piero and I, and to a lesser extent everyone else, continue to make strange, sexual advances to amuse ourselves, mixing fun, embarrassment, and tension. In the end, Francesco is left without his shoes and socks, Luca takes off his shirt and shoes, Piero his shoes, and I don't remember exactly, but I think I was the best-dressed, even though I'm left with very few chips. Luca also finds himself short on chips and, thinking he's got a lucky break, goes all-in against Piero, losing in a landslide. And he actually strips! However, he remains glued to the table and the tablecloth, covering himself with his hands. Luca has a truly beautiful body, lean and athletic, and I'm quite ecstatic. Finally, I try to look under the table, with Luca's consent, who challenges me by saying that his hands are enough to cover it, and in fact I can't see much. We force him to take off his underwear completely and show them, and at that moment, while he's busy with his hands, I lean under the table for a joke. Too bad he managed to close his legs in time! His frightened yet ironic girlish cry is priceless. Attracted by the racket we're making, Claudio also pops his head into the kitchen. On the next round, I also go all-in because I'm short on chips and because, honestly, I feel like stripping. I lose, and while holding on to the table, I undress. To prevent him from taking them back, Luca's underwear had been thrown on the couch away from the table, but he still has his shorts on, which he tries to cover himself with without putting them on, so no one can see anything under the table. I also bravely throw my underwear on the couch, staying within reach of his shorts. At this point, it's getting late and the group has to leave. The issue becomes a rule I'd proposed and the others had agreed to at the start of the game: whoever strips naked has to stay up for a second. Luca absolutely won't do it, and it takes a lot to convince him. In the end, he agrees on the condition that Piero and Francesco stay in the corner of the room, facing the opposite direction (Claudio had left again). Three... two... one, and we both have to stand up, promising to look each other in the eyeballs, not in the dick.But Luca is shorter than me, and his dick doesn't reach over the table. Luckily, I manage to stop just a moment before my penis becomes visible, but by looking down, I can see his pubic hair. End of the fun-filled day, I put my shorts back on, trying not to let too much of my ass show. Luca does the same, except he has to put his underwear back on to go out, so with Piero standing guard, he has to undress again to put them back on. Piero's guard serves only to prevent anyone from trying to see his dick, because from my position in the kitchen, Luca's ass is perfectly visible, and I enjoy the spectacle of his ass as he gets dressed.
The fun day was pretty fun, and we talked some pretty dirty stuff. The others knew I was expecting a guy from Milan, Davide, to whom I'd sent dick pics and videos of myself masturbating. Luca, being a curious straight guy or something, asked if he could see these images, though it never happened. Luca himself said he didn't have the courage to show himself naked because there were no girls, and we promised each other we'd play a more complete version of the game with Ludovica or Alice present.
A week passes and I'm back from a trip to Naples with a dear friend of mine (unfortunately, just a friend!). While I'm on the train, Claudio texts me on WhatsApp asking if I want to join a BDSM group. Not knowing how serious it is and wanting to have some fun, I accept, and he invites me into a Telegram group with him, a girl named Natasha, and another guy. He and Natasha are the master and mistress, while this other guy and I are the slaves. At first, it doesn't register, and we send each other the usual polite nude pics, though I'm a little uncomfortable because there's someone I know in the group. At a certain point, the other slave posts a photo of his and his brother's dicks side by side, and Natasha orders Claudio and I to do the same. The agreement is that Claudio will come to my house, we'll undress, and take a photo with our limp dicks side by side. We agreed to meet at ten o'clock. In the meantime, this girl and I had arrived in Rome, where my father was waiting for us in the car. He'd taken her home first and then dropped us off. I eat, take a shower, change into my underwear and shorts, and around that time Claudio arrives. It's July 28th. My mother's excuse is that we have to organize a little party I want to hold at my house on Saturday. Claudio arrives at my house, goes to the bathroom, and starts chatting with my mother about this and that, then she comes out and clang! I lock the door and we're alone. At first, there's a moment of awkwardness. He gives me another piece of information: not only do we have to take a photo with our dicks side by side, but also another one with me holding it in his hand. My initial reaction is revulsion. I try to be evasive, until he shows me a chat exchange he had with Natasha on Telegram: she's the one who wants it, to seal my status as a slave. I agree, as long as Claudio is the first to undress, so as to relieve my embarrassment. With a hint of embarrassment and a matter-of-fact attitude, he first takes off his shirt, then undoes his belt and pulls down his pants and underwear. A smooth, circumcised cock, slightly longer than mine, appears before me. I struggle for a moment to frame my friend's usual face and that beast I'm seeing for the first time (I'd seen it earlier via chat, but in person it's a different story). "Now it's your turn." Almost without thinking, I pull down my shorts and underwear and find myself naked. I approach him and grab my phone from the bed. We're close enough together, and I take a photo where both our cocks are visible. It's not enough, I have to take it in my hand, he reminds me. He doesn't inspire any erotic arousal in me, but without thinking too much, I act. I move forward with my left arm and hold that slimy clapper between my index finger, middle finger, and thumb, a bit like you do when you go to pee. I say "hold" because you can't say I'm squeezing it or grasping it.It's not a real grip, but my hand, or rather my fingers, are squeezing his cock, while with the other hand I quickly snap the photo. He puts his underwear and pants back on and we look at the photos: the first one, the one with the cocks side by side, is fine, but the second is very blurry. He leaves me no choice, we have to retake it. In the meantime, I've also "got dressed," so it's just him who quickly takes off what he was wearing, sliding it down his legs. I put my hand out again and feel that slimy thing between my fingers again, I snap the photo. This time it works, thank goodness. He gets dressed and I send the two photos to the Telegram group. I've held out to my master; now I'm definitely a slave. A friend of mine calls me while Claudio gets dressed and then leaves.
The first time I played strip poker with my friends was on July 21st of this year. I'm a twenty-two-year-old from the province of Rome. I have my "older" friends in the city, and in my hometown I hang out with people who are, on average, a little younger than me. The people in this story are all around seventeen or eighteen, except for Claudio, who is my age. I'm originally from Naples, and most of my relatives live there. Two of these relatives, two uncles, were coincidentally celebrating their birthdays together, and one of them was turning 50. Since Claudio is a person who particularly cares about these occasions, as often happens in the South, he organized a big party, inviting a lot of people, including, of course, my parents. Aware of my desire for independence and that seeing me with a lot of relatives wouldn't make me very happy, my parents decided to leave me home alone for the party: they dropped me off Tuesday morning and returned the next day. I would have the house free on Tuesday evening and then I would spend the whole night alone. I decide to go out with a friend, Claudio, and we go to a Chinese restaurant. In the meantime, we let the other guys in our circle know that my house is free and they can come over for a poker game if they want. Claudio and I go up to my house and play a couple of games of chess (which I win easily), then Claudio picks up the guys in his car. Three guys show up: Francesco, Luca, and Piero, and two girls, Ludovica and Alice. At first, the evening goes by normally: we guys play poker while the girls, who are very close friends, hang out on the couch chatting and gossiping. The fun begins when the girls leave. We were already engaging in some racy conversation, and I joke, "Well, let's play strip poker!" Now you should know that 1) we'd never done anything like this before, and I wasn't serious; 2) I knew Francesco, Luca, and Piero had seen each other's dicks on several occasions, while I was excluded, even though they knew I was bisexual (not the only one; Piero also likes both men and women). I couldn't believe what happened next: the group (fostered by Francesco) took my proposal seriously, and we started talking about the rules to follow. After some amused debate, we came to the following conclusion: whoever folds with the best hand gets to take off an item of clothing; if everyone except the one with the best hand folds, nothing happens, and whoever is left with no chips gets to strip naked. As for the number of clothes, there were no problems; it was summer, and we all wore the same number of items: shoes, which were counted together as one item of clothing; socks, also considered as a pair; a t-shirt or shirt, shorts/jeans, and underwear. Right away, Claudio, who always talks about sex but is deep down the most prudish of the group,He withdraws from the competition and starts using my computer in my room. We start playing in the kitchen-living room of my house, where we'd been until then. Now, I don't remember the game in detail, both because I was too preoccupied with the fact that I was about to see someone completely naked, and because I'm actually a total wimp at poker and don't even remember the order of importance of the combinations. The game is hilarious, however. Francesco, who usually gets excited even during normal games, experiences this game with extreme anxiety, and every stroke of bad luck throws him into a fit of rage. Piero and I, and to a lesser extent everyone else, continue to make strange, sexual advances to amuse ourselves, mixing fun, embarrassment, and tension. In the end, Francesco is left without his shoes and socks, Luca takes off his shirt and shoes, Piero his shoes, and I don't remember exactly, but I think I was the best-dressed, even though I'm left with very few chips. Luca also finds himself short on chips and, thinking he's got a lucky break, goes all-in against Piero, losing in a landslide. And he actually strips! However, he remains glued to the table and the tablecloth, covering himself with his hands. Luca has a truly beautiful body, lean and athletic, and I'm quite ecstatic. Finally, I try to look under the table, with Luca's consent, who challenges me by saying that his hands are enough to cover it, and in fact I can't see much. We force him to take off his underwear completely and show them, and at that moment, while he's busy with his hands, I lean under the table for a joke. Too bad he managed to close his legs in time! His frightened yet ironic girlish cry is priceless. Attracted by the racket we're making, Claudio also pops his head into the kitchen. On the next round, I also go all-in because I'm short on chips and because, honestly, I feel like stripping. I lose, and while holding on to the table, I undress. To prevent him from taking them back, Luca's underwear had been thrown on the couch away from the table, but he still has his shorts on, which he tries to cover himself with without putting them on, so no one can see anything under the table. I also bravely throw my underwear on the couch, staying within reach of his shorts. At this point, it's getting late and the group has to leave. The issue becomes a rule I'd proposed and the others had agreed to at the start of the game: whoever strips naked has to stay up for a second. Luca absolutely won't do it, and it takes a lot to convince him. In the end, he agrees on the condition that Piero and Francesco stay in the corner of the room, facing the opposite direction (Claudio had left again). Three... two... one, and we both have to stand up, promising to look each other in the eyeballs, not in the dick.But Luca is shorter than me, and his dick doesn't reach over the table. Luckily, I manage to stop just a moment before my penis becomes visible, but by looking down, I can see his pubic hair. End of the fun-filled day, I put my shorts back on, trying not to let too much of my ass show. Luca does the same, except he has to put his underwear back on to go out, so with Piero standing guard, he has to undress again to put them back on. Piero's guard serves only to prevent anyone from trying to see his dick, because from my position in the kitchen, Luca's ass is perfectly visible, and I enjoy the spectacle of his ass as he gets dressed.
The fun day was pretty fun, and we talked some pretty dirty stuff. The others knew I was expecting a guy from Milan, Davide, to whom I'd sent dick pics and videos of myself masturbating. Luca, being a curious straight guy or something, asked if he could see these images, though it never happened. Luca himself said he didn't have the courage to show himself naked because there were no girls, and we promised each other we'd play a more complete version of the game with Ludovica or Alice present.
A week passes and I'm back from a trip to Naples with a dear friend of mine (unfortunately, just a friend!). While I'm on the train, Claudio texts me on WhatsApp asking if I want to join a BDSM group. Not knowing how serious it is and wanting to have some fun, I accept, and he invites me into a Telegram group with him, a girl named Natasha, and another guy. He and Natasha are the master and mistress, while this other guy and I are the slaves. At first, it doesn't register, and we send each other the usual polite nude pics, though I'm a little uncomfortable because there's someone I know in the group. At a certain point, the other slave posts a photo of his and his brother's dicks side by side, and Natasha orders Claudio and I to do the same. The agreement is that Claudio will come to my house, we'll undress, and take a photo with our limp dicks side by side. We agreed to meet at ten o'clock. In the meantime, this girl and I had arrived in Rome, where my father was waiting for us in the car. He'd taken her home first and then dropped us off. I eat, take a shower, change into my underwear and shorts, and around that time Claudio arrives. It's July 28th. My mother's excuse is that we have to organize a little party I want to hold at my house on Saturday. Claudio arrives at my house, goes to the bathroom, and starts chatting with my mother about this and that, then she comes out and clang! I lock the door and we're alone. At first, there's a moment of awkwardness. He gives me another piece of information: not only do we have to take a photo with our dicks side by side, but also another one with me holding it in his hand. My initial reaction is revulsion. I try to be evasive, until he shows me a chat exchange he had with Natasha on Telegram: she's the one who wants it, to seal my status as a slave. I agree, as long as Claudio is the first to undress, so as to relieve my embarrassment. With a hint of embarrassment and a matter-of-fact attitude, he first takes off his shirt, then undoes his belt and pulls down his pants and underwear. A smooth, circumcised cock, slightly longer than mine, appears before me. I struggle for a moment to frame my friend's usual face and that beast I'm seeing for the first time (I'd seen it earlier via chat, but in person it's a different story). "Now it's your turn." Almost without thinking, I pull down my shorts and underwear and find myself naked. I approach him and grab my phone from the bed. We're close enough together, and I take a photo where both our cocks are visible. It's not enough, I have to take it in my hand, he reminds me. He doesn't inspire any erotic arousal in me, but without thinking too much, I act. I move forward with my left arm and hold that slimy clapper between my index finger, middle finger, and thumb, a bit like you do when you go to pee. I say "hold" because you can't say I'm squeezing it or grasping it.It's not a real grip, but my hand, or rather my fingers, are squeezing his cock, while with the other hand I quickly snap the photo. He puts his underwear and pants back on and we look at the photos: the first one, the one with the cocks side by side, is fine, but the second is very blurry. He leaves me no choice, we have to retake it. In the meantime, I've also "got dressed," so it's just him who quickly takes off what he was wearing, sliding it down his legs. I put my hand out again and feel that slimy thing between my fingers again, I snap the photo. This time it works, thank goodness. He gets dressed and I send the two photos to the Telegram group. I've held out to my master; now I'm definitely a slave. A friend of mine calls me while Claudio gets dressed and then leaves.
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