Poker Night Dares- Part 4/4

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What was happening?

Legitimately, how did we get here? I was sitting in an open shirt and a pair of boxer briefs that were pulled a few inches down from my waist to relieve some pressure. Ian had it even worse than me as he sat there wearing nothing but a pair of mesh briefs. He was reclined on the couch, legs spread open, daring me to look. I couldn’t look away, and he knew that. I still had so much more skin covered than him, but he was in charge.

And then I remembered how we got here- it had been me. I was the one who suggested a game of dares like we used to play back in our dorm room. I was feeling nostalgic, but as I started to look at my cards, I think I finally had to admit that a desire to reminisce wasn’t the only reason that I wanted to play again. That reason was currently between my friend’s thighs.

“What do you have, stud?”

His voice was dripping in desire, but that could be an act… or all of the bourbon that we’d been drinking. To answer him, I laid down my cards, but I could have simply answered in just one word.

“Nothing. You have nothing.”

My high card was an eight, and there wasn’t even a pair. Ian meanwhile had a three of a kind- kings.

It was not looking good for me at all…

Ian:

I was one hand away from taking another item of my friend’s clothing, and I began to wonder if I would take his underwear or take his shirt just to string this along even further. I was a bit lost in thought due to that dilemma, and as we laid down our cards, I saw that I was the one with nothing this time.

And in less than a minute, I was the one with nothing yet again.

I had lost, and Conner was the one who would get to choose the dare this time.

“You doing okay, Ian? You’re looking a little flushed.”

“I’m fine.”

Grabbing the glass beside me, I drank the watered-down ice in one gulp, but there was enough bourbon still swimming in there to make me regret that choice.

“I think you need some fresh air out on your back deck, and while you’re out there, you should lose those briefs too. I think you deserve to be naked.”

I had been too busy envisioning him naked, that I was now the one on the chopping block. Standing up, I felt the bourbon hit me as I walked across the room and slid open the door leading to my back deck. As I stepped outside, I didn’t turn around to see if Conner was following me. I also didn’t see him pick up my phone.

Stepping out into the cool night air solidified the fact that I was basically already naked. I still had on a pair of underwear, but it felt like I wasn’t wearing anything. Stalling, I stood there a few seconds too long, and there wasn’t enough time to get back inside as I heard a door opening at Tim’s place.

He walked outside wearing nothing but a pair of briefs, and I was treated to a better view of that sexy body than I’d ever seen before. I’d seen him mowing the grass before shirtless, but his thighs were on display now along with that bulge.

“Well one of us has to change.”

He was so casual, and I realized now that I wasn’t. Back inside, I had felt in charge, but now I was thrown off my game. Conner and I had done crazier dares in college than anything that had happened tonight, but Tim had never seen me like this.

He also knew that he was about to see me in even less. I’d already told him that Conner and I were playing a drunken game, and he knew that if I was outside now then it meant that I had a dare to do. I also had a choice to make.

“I think we both know which one of us is unfortunately going to change.”

“Then I better stop distracting you. I got your text and was expecting your friend to step outside, but I’m glad it was you.”

Looking back at the door, I saw Conner standing there with his phone in his hands, probably recording whatever was going down, and I had no way to stop him. Turning back around, I saw that Tim had stepped out of his doorway to stand exposed in the moonlight. The light caught every contour of his muscled body, and it also rendered that white fabric a little less effective. Not as useless as mine, but still giving away more than it had seconds ago.

Taking in a deep breath, I grabbed onto my waistband and plunged that useless fabric to the deck, stepping out of it before I could run. I was now fully naked, and the gap in between mine and Tim’s houses offered a direct view for any voyeurs walking past. This was getting out of control, but I couldn’t stop now.

Tim was running his hands across his hairy chest before plunging his digits inside his own briefs to wrap around his unexposed shaft. I joined him in a rhythm, stroking myself up to my full length. I could hear Conner at the window behind me, but I had a new playing partner for this last round.

“Ian, I don’t have any cards with me out here, so I’m not sure how you’re going to get to me next.”

“Tim, I know that you’ve had plenty of time to get changed out of your work clothes and into some pajamas, which means that you’ve been wandering around in just your briefs.” I started walked down my back stairs towards him. “Or, did you just throw those on right before coming outside when you saw that text? Were you sitting there playing with yourself at the thought of us next door?”

I was back in the driver’s seat now, and my older neighbor knew that now. He had stepped out high and mighty, but I wanted to put him in my shoes. I was on his porch now, mere feet away from him and his growing bulge.

“I’m sure we can find some game to play to have you join the fun?”

“Like what?”

“Guess the number I’m thinking of right now?”

My hands were on his forearms now, and I could feel how tense he was.

“Let me guess- 69?”

“How juvenile- what do you expect of me? I was thinking of 68.”

“So, what does that mean for me?”

He was backing up now, but I was following him step by step. We had walked in tandem back into his house now, and I closed the door behind me to stop Conner’s camera from filming whatever was about to happen. The room we were in was only lit by moonlight coming through the blinds, but I could still see him as he stood there and let me take his briefs off. There was a sharp intake of air as they hit the floor, and he dutifully stepped out of them.

He was rock hard, and his cock was pointed straight at me as if I needed an arrow to guide my way. I could hear his phone buzzing on the table behind us, and he turned it around to show me the text that “I” had sent him.

Have your fun, and then give me details once you get back.

He had sent a photo of himself to both of us, and I wondered if I’d be giving him more than details once I got back.

Tim brought me back to him with his lips on mine, and getting down onto my knees, I gave him his consolation prize before he carried me up to his bedroom to give me my grand prize.