It's a quiet Friday, and I was asked here to tell my story, so I (F24) will take some time.

Caution: This story is NSFW but does not involve people having sex. It is also LONG.

When I was young, I attended church camp every year. I met great people and had fun, but it was just as stuffy as you might think. We had to wear jeans all week in the hot summer sun to not show skin, and they were very careful about mixing the boys and girls. At the end of camp, we were ready to unwind.

We had six kids from my church youth group who attended this camp together. One of them I'll call Sam. One the first night at camp, we didn't know anyone else, so we all hung out together. Sam was a pastor's kid, and as the stereotype goes, he was really vulgar. He was always over the top sexual, overcompensating for his conservative parents and the way he was raised.

Sam was spitting sex stuff and told us that sleeping in the cabin with other guys, was difficult for him. His greatest pleasure was finally jerking off on Friday after being stuck with people all week. Hold that thought, it will be key.

I was in a cabin with 15 girls, and most were older than me. They taught me a lot, and it wasn't about the bible. I learned how to sneak out at night, how to fake being good and a lot of NSFW stuff that I never knew. They also had games like a Ouija Board, Tarot cards, and poker cards that were strictly taboo at camp. We'd have been in huge trouble if found out.

Camp handed out these vouchers for concession stand. You could win them by church attendance (church happened three times a day!), memorizing bible verses, and just overall being good. We played poker for them at night. I lost my ass. The oldest girl just absolutely cleaned up. After raking us bad, she spilled how she did it. The cards were marked. On the back of the cards was a complex design, and they all looked identical. Upon close inspection, they had numbers 1-13 based on what was on the front. We practiced and practiced until we could cheat very well. On Friday, she gave me the cards. She had several decks or something.

Meanwhile, in a complete farce, Sam won camper of the year. He was a huge asshole but a great ass kisser. As a paster's kid, the adults knew him and thought he was great. So, he scored the most 'camper points' and won $100 cash. That was a lot of money to us.

Friday comes and we're ready to go home. Sam's dad had to stay late for some bullshit meeting so the six of us were stuck, the last ones on the whole campground. We went to one of the airconditioned cabins and just sat there, miserable. Sam wouldn't stop bragging about his prize and I had enough.

I produced the cards and challenged him. "Let's play strip poker" I offered. "If I win, I get your $100. If you win, you get to see me naked, but I'll also give you a bj. I will swallow your weeks' worth of sperm." His face was flush, and he stammered that he accepted my challenge. So, we began.

If I was going to lose, I folded. If I was going to win, I could bet one or two articles of clothes. I capped it at two articles of clothing per hand so the game would last a bit. I dumped the first two hands. It was hot, and I was ready to peel off the socks and shirt.

He was already bragging about being really good at cards. Yes, Sam, your two pair is very impressive.

Then I just started winning. Fold, win, fold, win, win win win. He was losing clothes fast and not happy about it. He accused me cheating, and I asked him to prove it. Obviously, he could not.

In short order he was down to his underwear and nothing more. I lost one last hand and was down to a bra and underwear. He was more nervous than I had ever seen someone be.

So, I beat him. If I recall correctly, I drew a flush to his three of a kind. Crestfallen, He was not going to undress. "No way am I going to get naked if you're going to stay dressed." I told him he didn't know how the game worked. After some thinking I chose my words carefully. "How could I suck your dick while you have your underwear on?" Slowly, he removed his underwear. He was so hard that his penis was throbbing. As I slowly folded his clothes, I said, "You better go shower, your dad will be ready any minute. You won't get to jerk off before the long ride home."

Sam cussed as much as I ever heard anyone cuss and ran to the cabin's group shower. I slowly finished folding his clothes (taking my $100, obviously), put them in his duffel bag, and loaded it in the van for home. After some time, he appeared wearing very odd unmatching clothes. He must have found a lost and found or something.

Sam and I drifted apart after I quit going to youth group. I haven't seen him in years, but my lasting memory is of a very thirsty Sam and his cute naked body, running to the shower.