"Gentlemen, here's to the first sunny day in England!" laughed Dale, clinking pint glasses with his traveling companions.
Dale, Bobby and Tobias were each backpacking through Europe. Although originally all travelling solo, they had become fast friends. Dale, the slightly tubby American and Bobby, the musclebound Canadian, had quickly struck up a conversation on a train in France. They were soon joined by the outgoing, lanky Tobias, who was on holiday from his home in Germany.
The three young men found they much preferred travelling with company and set off for their next destination- a group of small towns in England. However, their arrival had been marred by bad weather and cancelled reservations. For the last two days the trio had hunkered down in a town none of them had heard of before, waiting for the for the weather (and their luck) to change. Finally, sitting in the beer garden of the pub on the warm summer's day, the men began to feel some excitement returning.
As the travellers drank their beer, they were approached by three of the local lads. The tourists had noticed the men on the day they arrived in town, but this was the first proper interaction they'd had. The ringleader, a tall and broad-shouldered brunette named Hugo, introduced himself and his companions- the barrel-chested red-head, Alan and the blonde, lean Joe.
"Hello lads, welcome to town. Since it's such a nice day, me and the boys were wondering if you'd be up for a game of bowls? Losing side buys a round of beers." Hugo enquired, flashing a big, friendly grin.
The tourists looked at each other, the bravado of youth preventing them from admitting they'd never played bowls in their life. With a silent nod, Dale turned back to the locals.
"You're on!" he said, possibly a little too confidently.
"Brilliant!" replied Hugo, kneeling down and unlacing his shoes.
"Oh, I hope you don't mind, we play it traditionally in this pub." He said, kicking off his sneakers and pulling off his t-shirt, while Alan and Joe retrieved the bowls kit from the pub's bartender.
"What do you mean traditionally?" asked Tobias, as he and his companions watched Hugo unbuckle his belt.
"In the nude." Grinned Hugo, lowering his jeans and standing to reveal a thick, uncircumcised penis. It appeared to be swelling as the men looked on, shocked.
"Doesn't scare ya, does it lads?" Hugo laughed.
The tourists looked at each other again...
And so it came to pass that Dale, Bobby and Tobias stood naked in the beer garden of the pub, playing a game they barely understood, against three equally naked local men.
The three travellers had shared rooms up until this point, so this was not their first time seeing each other naked, but in the public space of the beer garden, under the warm sun, the atmosphere was different.
All three men couldn't help but steal furtive glances at each other's bodies. Dale's flaccid five inches swung as he played, while Bobby was almost transfixed by Tobias' long, pale penis that flexed and jumped whenever he laughed. Bobby's own member had grown considerably over the course of the game, extending straight out from his body now. He would have felt embarrassed, except the three local players were all sporting full erections by the time Alan declared them the winners.