Travel In Heaven

The teen gay with the long dark hair lost again. Slowly, tantalizingly, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing that he was wearing nothing whatsoever underneath. His small
firm chest were the same golden color as the rest of his skin, with the aureole a darker chocolate brown. All that he had left now was a pair of small, white cotton brief.While he looked admiringly at the chest just revealed, caressing their curves with his eyes, the black teen gay to his right
shuffled the cards for the next round of their game. So far, it was just plain strip poker, but the teen gays, when they persuaded him to join them, had promised him some interesting
variations later…

It was late at night, he had just been about to leave the party when the four teen gays had come up to him. They were the only people still in the house, all the other guys have left already.
After some embarrassed giggling and shuffling among the teen gays, none of whom looked more than twenty or so, a year or two younger than he was, a tall blonde asked him if he wanted to
play strip poker with them.He hesitated briefly, wondering what they were up to. Apart from
the host, a hunky blonde named Mike, with long, curly hair and large chest, he didn’t know any of the teen gays. They all appeared fairly drunk, and in a mood for mischief. But the
blonde, seeing his hesitation, stepped closer, and, putting his arms around him, promised him a real interesting game. He could fell his pointed chest rubbing against his chest, and, controlled by the immediate reaction between his legs, he heard himself say yes.The five of them went into the living room and sat down on the soft carpet covering the floor. The host, sitting on his left,
brought a pack of cards and started shuffling them. To his right was the black teen gay, and next to him is the golden-skinned, vaguely oriental teen gay with the long dark hair. The blonde
sat between the host and the oriental, completing the circle. After he had cut the cards, they all got five cards each, and the game started.The black teen gay immediately lost the first two rounds, but all that cost him was a pair of socks. “That’s not fair, Jess,” complained the blonde, “both I and Ming were barefoot from the start.”“So? Too late now, Al, should’ve said that before we started.

Besides, you’re wearing a bra as if you are a cros-dresser, and I’m not.” And it was quite evident that he wasn’t, his nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of his blouse. “And
how about you, Mim, what do you have under that fancy dress of yours?”

Mim was wearing a short, red, off-the-shoulders dress, with black pantyhose covering his legs. He has been a cross-dresser since nobody knows when. “Soon enough you’ll know,” he said.
“Let’s get on with it now, I want to see some action. Come on, John, you deal.”He did, and the game went one. In the next few rounds, he rapidly lost both his socks and his shirt. Jess offered to help him with the shirt, and he let him do it, stroking the hair on his chest while unbuttoning. He then reciprocated when he lost his shorts, taking the opportunity to feel his ass through the
lacy pants. Also Ming had to take off his jeans, but declined his offer to help, and Mim lost his pantyhose.Ming lost again… He tried not to stare too obviously when he took hold of his t-shirt and started to lift it, his slender hands revealing a widening band of golden skin around his waist.
But he noticed his glance anyway, and returned a smile at the same time shy and inviting.Next, Al lost for the first time. With a smile, he reached under his skirt and pulled down his pants, giving him a brief glimpse of long slender thighs and just a hint of blond curly hair,
before the skirt fell down again. He then lost twice more in succession, first taking off his blouse, then moving over to him, asking him to unclasp his bra. He reached around to his back, opened it, and slid it forwards with his hands underneath, feeling the smooth, silky texture of his skin under his fingertips.

But when his hands approached the round curves of his chest, he quickly moved back out of his reach, saying, “Look but not touch, Johnny - or not yet, at least.” He shook his shoulders,
making the bra fall to the floor, riveting his eyes to the movements of his proud, naked chest, the small, hard, red nipples making a nice contrast with the pale creamy skin.And now it was Jess' turn to show what caused the strain on his blouse buttons. He slowly undid one button after the other, and when all were open he turned to John with an inviting smile.He put his hands inside his blouse, around his waist, and then moved them slowly upwards, stopped for a moment cupping the swellings of his chest, with his thumbs on his nipples. Then he let his hands continue, softly over his generous chest and on upwards, sliding the blouse off his shoulders and down his arms. He held his hands for a moment, then moved his hands back to his waist, leaned forward, and kissed first one nipple, then the other.

He did not draw back, so he continued kissing and nibbling until his breathing quickened. But Miriam interrupted them; “Hey, time enough for that later! First we’re going to play the pants off you, big boy.”