Strip Poker- Part 5

The delay is over, and Part 6 of 7 will go up on Tuesday as a thank you for waiting. I have had the best time writing this series, and I want to thank all of the guys that have helped model for me as well as all of you for reading. Make sure to react to all of the photos/videos on the VIP Discord as well.

Conner:

“Okay, so what’s our current tally?”

“Well, you know where I’m at.”

Toby was returning from the kitchen now, semi-hard and not happy about it. We’d just spent the last few minutes trying to convince him to grab the next round of drinks, and cheers were heard from every seat when he finally relented. His cute little ass was watched by all of us as he disappeared into the next room.

“I think that leaves the rest of us in our underwear.”

“Except for the lucky fucker who wanted us to play.”

“Hey, don’t blame me.” Paul leaned back in his chair, rubbing a hand across his tanned, fuzzy chest. “I was just the one who brought the idea back up into the conversation.”

He was right, but that still didn’t make me any less jealous. Any bad hand would force us naked, but he still had a safety net.

As the cards were shuffled next, I pulled my cards off the table, just enough to see that I was fucked. Toby was still playing across from me because we hadn’t really decided yet what to do with those already naked, and he looked relieved to not find out this round. I tried to gauge my other friends’ reactions, but they were all stone cold except for Jess beside me. He had never been able to hold his liquor, so he wasn’t able to keep focused enough for a poker face. With the scowl on his face, I knew that meant that he wasn’t stripping either.

“Okay, drop ‘em.”

Paul was looking at me, and I got nervous that he meant my shorts, but he just meant my cards. As I put them down on the table though, I realized that both statements would be true- I’d lost in a resounding fashion.

Standing up, I started to realize how Toby had just felt. This wasn’t college anymore- we had real lives waiting for us once we flew back home. How would I tell my coworkers what I did at work on Monday? How would I tell them about the deep feeling in my chest as my hands gripped onto my waistband, easing the black fabric down my thick thighs?

Stepping out of my boxer briefs, I held my cards over my cock, but that protection wouldn’t last long.

My friends looked ready to pounce, and my cock was starting to grow from the attention. Those little cards wouldn’t be able to hide the full length of my shaft, so I just pulled them away, fully revealing myself.

“Looks like we’re going on a bear hunt tonight, boys!”

Before I could even sit back down or process what was happening, Jess had grabbed onto my hand and dragged me towards him. Caught off balance, I faltered towards him as he spun my arm around. The room was spinning from all of the beer that I’d downed tonight, and I was spinning with it now until I was facing away from the table.

“Look at the wagon on Conner!”

Oh my god, every inch of me was now on display. And as I felt Jess’s hand smack against my ass hard enough to cause my cheeks to shake, I realized that I wasn’t just being stared at- I was being manhandled. Passed around the room, I shuffled over to each of my best friends, hands over my cock and my ass facing them for their celebratory slap.

They were laughing at the spectacle, and each time one of their palms connected, I felt the wince of pain rushing through my body. They weren’t hard enough to leave any marks but a fading pink handprint, but there was something worse that came with it. I was realizing how good this felt, and my cock was now sliding against my palms as precum dribbled out of me like a fountain.

Finally back at my seat after my five swats, I gingerly sat down on the padding and pulled my chair right up to the table to hide my quivering cock from view.  

Paul:

Looking down at my cards, I smiled again to myself- this was going exactly as I’d planned, better in fact. I’d wanted my friends to feel like I had out there in that strip diving game, and they were falling one by one. The bandage had been ripped off for me then, so I was okay with the possibility of showing off, but I was even happier to still be in the lead.

Right now, another domino was falling as Jess finally got his wish to lose his third hand. His boxer briefs were around his ankles in less than a second, and he was making fun of Toby and Conner by pretending to hide his cock with one of his cards just like they’d been reluctant to show theirs off. That only lasted a few seconds though before he revealed every inch of himself. Toby shifted his legs to hide himself on the other side of the table as Jess stood up.

“Those were riding up my crack, so it feels good to get them off.”

Giving his cock a tug, he apparently liked that feeling because he didn’t take his hand away. As we all stared his way with open eyes, a smirk spread across his face as he started slowly pumping his shaft in his hand, lapping up the attention. He didn’t care who was looking right now as long as someone was. His other hand lifted up to slowly pinch his nipple between two fingers.

No one spoke a word to stop this show, but eventually, he pulled his hand away, dragging a line of precum stuck to one fingertip. As he sat back down, he looked king of the castle as he reclined one arm over the back of his chair.

This game was heating up, and we weren’t done yet…

Nathan:

Oh my god.

Why was I just now processing the end goal of this game? Even after seeing Toby and Conner get naked, even after seeing Jess fuck his hand, I still didn’t think that it would happen to me. But no, this was really happening.

I was the one standing up now after losing the last hand. I was the one who had the guys making fun of his tighty whities before they disappeared, and I was the one who now had their manhood being exposed one inch at a time.

As I pulled down my briefs, I covered my cock with one hand, but I was just prolonging the inevitable.

“C’mon Nathan, no time to be shy now!”

But there was plenty of time to be shy because I was not going to magically adopt Jess’s exhibitionist streak in the next few seconds. No, those seconds would feel like hours as I slowly lowered my hand to reveal myself. Looking over at Paul, still dressed in his shorts, I was so jealous. My cock was swinging in the air in front of me, and he was still so covered.

That jealousy would only increase once the doorbell rang out through the suite.

“Fuck!”

Earlier in the game, we decided to play a little game of roulette. After ordering a few pizzas from room service, we agreed that whichever guy had just lost would have to answer the door and get the food in whatever state they were in. As the game had progressed and more clothes had started littering the floor, we all silently realized what a bad idea that had been.

I knew that no amount of pleading would fix anything, so I plucked up whatever courage I had and walked towards the door. There was another round of knocking right as I got to the door, and as I pulled it open, the sexy hotel attendant was standing there with his fist still in the air. It stayed frozen as his mouth dropped open in shock.

I was standing there completely naked, and he was dressed in a well-fitting polo and a pair of grey slacks. As his hand lowered, his eyes never left my body as an idea formed in my head.

Finally, we spoke at the same time.

“Um, here are your pizzas?”

“Do you want to come inside?”

The commotion behind me just solidified my decision as I started pulling the cart and the grinning man into our suite.