Poker Night Dares- Part 2

This was far too long of a wait, but I promise that I will make it up to you guys next week! I am so close to the finish line, and my portfolio is almost done. Trying to get it done by this weekend so that I can edit in peace before the due date!

Now, since it's been about a week since Part 1 was released, make sure to check that (and the sexy photos of Conner in the VIP Discord) out before reading this part. More photos will be coming in Part 3 from everyone playing the game.

Conner:

Ian was staring at me over his cards, and I knew that I was fucked this time. Honestly, I’d been fucked the whole game since all I’d done was gotten him to take off his shirt. I had my chest out, and I was down to my skivvies. Oh yeah, and he’d made me take out his damn trash too!

As I laid down my cards, I just waited for him to make me pull my fucking dick out. And it was all my fault because I’d been the one to suggest this stupid game. Stupid bourbon.

“Well Conner, I think that counts as another win for me.”

“Suck my dick.”

“Is that your request for my next dare?”

Don’t say yes- don’t say yes.

“You fucking wish.”

He just smiled at that one, and those dimples appeared right at the edge of his beard. I remember making fun of him for those when I’d first met him, but I’d come around to them.

“Okay, I’ll be nice on this one- I’ll make you take off your shirt this time, but only for one minute.”

What was he on about? Just a minute? Was he just toying with me?

“What’s the catch, Ian?”

“Well… I think it will take about a minute for you to go check my mail.”

“You’re a dirty fucker.”

“And my neighbors normally take their dog on a late walk right about now, so you might want to head outside now. Remember, walk, not run.”

Standing up, I flung my shirt at him and ran for the door, only slowing myself down once I opened it.

The night felt too still as I headed outside as if my lumbering, almost nude frame would disrupt it. There wasn’t even the sound of dogs barking or traffic rolling by in the distance- it was just quiet. I crept forward, not knowing whether to hold my hands in front of my crotch or my face or if there was any use in trying to cover anything. This was stupid- I wasn’t in college anymore, so why I was skulking around in the dark with nothing to cover my half chub except for a thin pair of boxers?

Ian had a hedge that ran the length of his driveway, and I had no way of knowing what laid ahead until I stepped forward to his mailbox on the curb. With the night being so quiet, I figured that the coast had to be clear and after seeing that the sidewalk to my right was still empty, I chanced it… and the road was empty.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I pulled open the door of the mailbox to see if it was as empty as I knew it would be, but the creaking door sent a squeak reverberating down the block. It sounded like Ian had just moved into a haunted house, and I tried to covertly shut it back, but no amount of WD-40 could save me now.

Turning around, I tried to head back up the driveway to safety when the neighbor’s front door opened. He was dressed like he’d just come home from work- still in slacks with a polo neatly tucked in at the waist. He wasn’t wearing any shoes, but that was the only similarity that we shared. While I was mortified, he seemed to enjoy what he was seeing.

“Well, you are definitely not what I expected to see out here.”

He had a Southern accent that dripped out of his mouth, and he took one more step forward to lean against his porch railing. He had a trim body, and a coifed head of salt and pepper hair without much pepper left. He had no idea what I was doing out here, but he knew that he was in charge. As a man almost twice his size, I didn’t like that he might be right.

“Little old to be streaking, don’t you think?” I blushed a bit with my hands heading south to cover what had already been seen. “Well, I guess you can’t really consider it streaking if you aren’t showing off your dick though, can you?”

Hearing him say the word dick sent pulses of pleasure towards my own, and as he shifted his weight onto his other foot, he almost imperceptibly brushed his hand against his bulge. I noticed though because I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.

“You going to give me a peek before I let you get on your way, tonight?”

The answer was a resounding no inside my head, but I knew what sentence was ready to be said next: Before I have to call someone about you walking around like this.

I hadn’t said a single word since he’d opened his door, and my mouth was too dry for me to get one out now even if I knew what to say. The option to run was still there for me, but as I looked both ways down the sidewalk, I saw that I was still alone out here in this man’s yard.

Gripping the waistband on my boxers, I pulled the fabric down enough to show off the auburn bush above my cock, and he answered by grabbing his bulge through those thin slacks. There was no shame on his face, and I wanted to try to throw him off of his game. Pulling the fabric lower, I let my cock fall out into the open, and I shook it around for him as I felt myself getting harder.

He answered this time by pulling down the zipper of his pants and reaching one hand delicately inside to make contact with his own member. I couldn’t see anything through the small gap in his khakis, but I could tell that his hand was wrapped around his own dick. He began to pull it out but stopped himself right before I was able to see my prize for going through with this.

“You tell Ian thank you for the heads-up text he sent right after you walked outside. I almost missed it, but I’m glad that I didn’t.”

My mouth was hanging open now as I quickly realized how fucked this was, and I pulled myself back into my boxer briefs.

“My name should be Tim Majors on his phone- feel free to text me next time he has to follow through on a dare as well.”

And with that, he turned on his heel and headed back inside before I could say a single word.

Marching back up Ian’s driveway, I was finally ready to unleash a line of explicates at him, but I couldn’t muster up the energy. Not when my cock was still tenting out the thin fabric. This night wasn’t over yet, and I wanted him to pay in other ways.