All characters are 18 years of age.
To preface: "Penis Pokey" was a gag gift I received one birthday. It's effectively a DIY pop-up book where "You're the Star!" Over the years I'd come up with a few scenarios involving this book, and I was told to put this one here (shoutout to Courntey). It's also in a sort of first/second POV, in the sense that it uses both "I" and "you" throughout. This is my first post on this site. I Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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The Penis Pokey Game
Late at night, after we went out to dinner, I ask if you want to go hang out at my place. You say yes, and when we arrive, we walk inside and back to my room. Sitting on my bed, we chat for a bit.
Then you say, "I'm bored. What do you wanna do?" I think for a second, then walk into my bathroom and return with the Penis Pokey book in hand. With a mischievous grin, you say, "Okay, start 'reading' it," but I put my hand up to stop you.
"I'll read it to you," I say, "But under one condition. Each time you want me to turn the page, you have to take off a piece of clothing. Starting with your shoes."
You sit and think for a few seconds, then say, "Okay, have it your way," and slip off your shoes, revealing your bare feet to me.
Smiling, I unzip my pants and drop them to the ground, along with my underwear. I guide my semi-erect penis through the hole in the book, and say, "I'm glad we could agree."
At first sight, my penis is nothing short of unimpressive. So much so that you have to stifle a laugh at first when you see the small, limp head dangling out of the book cover. "Oh, you'll see. I'm a grower, not a shower. It's just a bit nervous is all."
"And what exactly will make it grow?" You ask, grinning up at me.
"Oh, I think you know full well what the answer to that is." I say. "So. Do you want me to turn the page?" You nod, still half-giggling. "You know what to do," I say.
You reach down and grab the hem of your shirt, and slowly pull it up and over your body. As your smooth stomach comes into view, made only imperfect by your somehow perfect belly button, my dick twitches a little and starts to grow, as promised. When your breasts, shielded by a black lace bra, come into view, my dick grows again, now rocking a half-chub. I turn the page. You toss your shirt to the side, fix your hair, and look back at my dick.
"Wow, it really is a grower," you say. Something in your voice tells me that you're not joking like you were earlier.
"Ha. Told you so," I say, "but you ain't seen nothin yet. I'm only rockin a half chub right now. Maybe it would grow more if there was something to... encourage... it," I tell you, flexing my dick, making it bounce a little.
"Yeah, I think it would," you say, your response much more different than the sarcastic one I expected. You stand up and sink your thumbs into the waistline of your leggings. Slowly, you pull your leggings down, revealing to me the fabric of your black lace panties to match the bra. As the triangle of fabric comes into view, I take note of your curvy hips and toned thighs. Because of the tightness of your leggings, you have to bend down to take them off, causing your breasts to slightly sway away from your chest. When you finally step out of them, you straighten up and my eyes ogle your entire body from head to toe, covered only in the most secretive places by thin layers of lacy fabric. Meanwhile, your eyes are fixated on my ever growing dick, which still isn't completely hard.
"What's with all the lace?" I ask, reaching down to turn the page.
"It makes me feel, I dunno, sexy," you say as you adjust the elastic on both your bra and your panties. You also do a little turn that reveals the fact that your panties are actually a thong, which barely covers your smooth ass cheeks.
"Well it sure is working," I say. You look down at my dick, and you subconsciously trail your fingertips along the inside of your thigh and across the front of your panties, where they dwindle just above the valley between your legs. "It's still not completely hard," I say, referring to my dick, "I think it could use some more encouragement."
"So do I," you say as you reach around to your back and undo the clasp of your bra. You shrug off the straps and slowly remove the cups, revealing your bare breasts to me. I look down at your breasts and your hard nipples, and my dick almost immediately grows to full hardness.
"Wow," I say, "Those are, uh... Those are... Nice." My eyes dart back and forth from one nipple to the other, focusing on the tiny goosebumps on the areola surrounding your perky, stiff nipples.
"Well, I took off my bra, now you turn the page," you say, reaching up and rubbing your breasts. After I turn the page, we just stand there for a few seconds, me staring at your breasts and you staring at my dick. "I want you to turn the page again," you say, breaking the silence, "But if I'm going to be totally naked, then you should have to be, too."
"Fine by me," I say, letting the book hang on my hard dick while I step out of my pants and pull my shirt off. "It's only fair."
After I'm completely naked, you hook your thumbs into the elastic waistband of your thong and pull it down. Your hairless mound comes into view, followed by your equally bald pussy lips. After you're fully exposed, you drop your panties to the ground and step out of them and a few feet closer to me, giving me a closeup view of your nipples and pussy.
"Wow, that looks smooth," I say, regarding your pussy, "Is that a wax or a shave?"
"It's a wax," you say, as you run your hand down between your legs, just barely teasing your pussy. "Feels smooth too."
"I'm sure it does," I reply.
"There are still a couple of pages left, but I don't have any more clothes," you say, "What am I supposed to do?"
"Well, I do have an idea, but you may not like it," I say, reaching down to stroke my hardon.
"You want me to jerk you off?" You ask.
"Just for a few seconds," I say, "Thirty or forty, no more than a minute."
"Well if it's just for a few seconds, then I don't see anything wrong with it," you say, and reach out for my cock.
"Wait," I say as I grab your wrist just before your hand reaches my cock, "Use this." I reach into my bedside drawer and pull out a bottle of lubricant. "It's uncomfortable dry."
Taking the bottle from my hand, you read out, "Cherry Flavored Sexual Lubricant. What's with the flavoring?" Meanwhile, you open the bottle and pour a fair amount into your hand.
"Hey, some people are into it, I guess," I say. As you're once again about to wrap your hand around my cock, I stop you again and say, "Maybe I should take the book off of my cock, so it doesn't get messed up by the lube. What do you think?"
"That's probably a good idea," you say. I pull the book off my cock and set it on the bedside table, revealing to you my also completely hairless cock and balls. "No hair, I like that," you say.
You step closer to me and reach down, wrapping your lubricated fingers around my hard cock. Then you start to slowly stroke my cock, your hand sliding back and forth along my shaft.
"It feels a lot bigger in my hand," you say, quickening your pace. I let out a low moan as you continue to stroke my cock. You pour out a little more lube onto my shaft and spread it around my cock, letting your hand glide effortlessly along my hardon. After about twenty seconds, I move my hand up to the side opposite of the arm you're jerking me off with, and slide it up the smooth curve of your side, until the palm of my hand is on the side of your breast and my fingers are on your ribs. I brush my thumb along the soft flesh of your left breast, then move my thumb so that it reaches your nipple, which is nearly as hard as my cock, and gently rub my thumb back and forth over it, teasing it.
You let out a small moan as you apply yet more lube to my cock and continue to jerk me off. About another twenty seconds later, I move my hand to fully cup your breast, where I gently caress it, still exciting your hard nipple from time to time with the tip of my thumb. I move my other hand up to your right breast and begin squeezing and massaging both of your breasts.
We continue like this for another minute and a half, until you somewhat reluctantly remove your hand from my cock. I give your nipples one last rub and drop my hands back to my sides. I look down at your pussy and notice that in the process of jerking me off, you got very wet.
"Two things," I say, "One: that was more than even two minutes, but I've got no problem at all with that. It was very nice." Then I gesture to your glistening pussy, "And you seem to have gotten pretty excited yourself."
You move your hand in between your legs and rub two fingers along your wet pussy lips. You bring them up to eye level and examine the slick sheen on them, saying, "I do seem to have gotten excited. Can you blame me though? I mean, stroking your cock combined with you playing with my boobs. What do you expect?"
"Oh, I expected exactly that," I say, "In fact, that's a little more than I expected, which is even better."
"You know," you say, "There's still one more page in the book. What do I have to do now for you to turn the page?" You ask as your hand subconsciously rubs your wet pussy.
"Hmm..." I think for a few seconds. "I think that if you want me to turn the page, you have to suck my cock," I say.
