Over time I had made friends with the owner of an Italian restaurant. Like me, he was both a veteran and the same age. The friendship went on and he invited me to a poker game on Saturday night. It was held aboard a sailboat of a friend in the harbor. There were six men there, all of us old farts.
The game was friendly, and the pot was nice and as the night got on the suggestion was made that we play strip poker. Yeah, like nothing better than six naked old men. Except there is nothing better than six naked old men.
We played several rounds, shirts came off, shoes and pants until George was naked and he had to stand and wag his tail around and we all got the chance to get grab and take a long suck if that's what you had in mind. Peter came next, and I was a bit more comfortable and I sucked on his dick. Then came me, and the boys grabbing my dick and sucking me was enough to make an old man cry.
When it was all over and every one was exposed, a hat was passed around with folded papers, one to three in black, and one to three in red. If you got a red number then you had to bottom for the boy that got the black number that lined up. I pulled a red three, and Jack got black. A big boy, and he wasn't as gentle as I liked, but I was well lubed up and it all fun.
Saturday night, I am now a full member of the club. The fun is that you don't know who you get to be with, or who gets to bottom and who gets to top. Six naked old men, but unless you've been around six naked old men, you don't know what you're missing.
