have an idea." said Phil, sensing that something was in the air. "As you are already starkers, the next time you lose I have to tell you what to do next. That way we can carry on."

"That doesn't put me in a very strong position, does it?" said John, pretending to be nervous. "But it's worth a laugh I suppose."

Phil lost the next two hands much to John's delight but it was only a matter of time and John lost the third, soon enough.

"Right then." laughed Phil "What shall we get you to do then?"

Phil, thought for a minute and then told John to stand up and put his hands on his head so that he could inspect him. John protested, feebly, but didn't take long to agree. Phil walked slowly around his prey, feeling him up every now and again and making comments on his findings such as how nice and firm his buttocks felt and how hard and pointed his pert nipples were, as though he was examining a prime livestock animal at a market. John's cock stood straight out in front of him and seemed to be getting harder and bigger by the minute. None of this escaped Phil's attention and was indeed being matched by the ever expanding bulge bursting to escape from his own skimpy pair of white cotton briefs. Eventually Phil could resist the temptation no longer and he grabbed hold of John's hard, throbbing cock and squeezed the thick base tightly in his grip. John doubled over, slightly, at the shock but Phil ordered him to stand up straight again and keep his mouth shut. John's breathing grew faster and more irregular as Phil dropped to his knees and took the large weeping purple head into his mouth to slide back and forth four or five times. Phil, realising that John was not far from climaxing stopped his ministrations, went back to his seat and, with a broad grin and a lick of his lips, said "Mmm, let's play another hand and see what we can do next".

John dropped his hands to his sides and the two boys stared at each other in total disbelief at what had just taken place. Then, John started to laugh and Phil joined in, soon they were in stitches. Still naked and fully erect John walked over to where Phil was sitting and held out his hands inviting him to stand up. Phil did so and they embraced, holding each other tightly in their arms as they luxuriated in the warmth of their combined bodyheat, saying nothing.

John's hands slid down the silky smooth shoulders and back of his flat-mate, Phil, and pushed the briefs away from his equally smooth, firm buttocks until they also lay on the floor in a small pile, close to his own. Their hands and mouths were everywhere, sucking, licking, grabbing stroking and pulling at each other as if they were obsessed. Their thick, hard cocks prodded and probed one another in some kind of secret ritualistic dance of their very own.

They stopped to catch their breath and have another smoke. They questioned the ambiguous morality of their activities deciding that nobody was getting hurt and they were having the time of their young lives. Sitting beside each other they continued to gently stroke their chests, nipples, bellies, thighs in fact everywhere their hungry hands could reach, nothing was off limits.

"Okay, so what do we do now?" asked Phil,