Strip Poker- Part 4

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Ryan:

“This can’t be happening!”

Oh my god, are we actually doing this?

Paul:

“Oh, but it is! Let’s see what you’re made of!”

It’s working!

Conner:

I’m just glad it isn’t me…

Jess:

“Oh come on guys, it isn’t that big of a deal.”

Nathan:

“I’ll get you another beer.”

Toby:

“Make it a shot. Two in fact.”

One for each item of clothing that I just lost…

Twice in a row, I’d lost. The hand that got my jeans hadn’t felt too bad. I’d had nothing so when other guys laid down, I’d already had a little time to process the possibility. I’d had a king high which kept some hope alive, but Paul had an ace to beat me. So, I stood up and took the wolf whistles in stride as I reached for my waistband.

Unbuttoning my jeans, I pulled down the fabric to reveal the skimpy pair of designer briefs that I had on. Of course I’d worn the tiniest pair that I’d brought today of all days… The light-colored fabric didn’t hide much, and I was happy to sit back down again.

That relief barely lasted at all as I dealt myself my next hand. I had a pair of threes which had me feeling a little better, but everyone else had a hand to beat me. Conner came away with a straight, which made my small hand feel even smaller.

“Everything had been a pattern until now. We all lost out first items, and then we all were stripping down to our underwear. And then…”

Nathan realized that his words were unhelpful and drifted off as I stood up again. It felt so much different than it had just a minute or two ago because when my shaking hands gripped onto my waistband, there was no other clothing left to reveal. Just my manhood now. I’d been worried about being hard earlier, but now I wished that I was erect again. Instead, the stage fright had gotten me soft as I inched the fabric lower.

And then I was naked.

Completely exposed to all of my closest friends.

“Hello, little guy!”

“Fuck off!”

Slapping Jess as he reached towards my dick with wiggling fingers, the rest of the group finally laughed as the tension was broken. I’d always been a grower, taking my time to reach my full potential. I had been one of the last guys back in middle school to hit my growth spurt, and I didn’t decide upon my major until my third year of college when it was almost too late. My cock followed the same pattern as it sat on top of my balls in view of everyone now.

About thirty seconds too late, I finally started to feel some blood flowing to my shaft right before I sat down thanks to Jess finally dodging my hands and giving me a few strokes.

Grabbing my cards, I downed the mixed drink that Nathan had made for me, and then I pressed the cool glass to my cheek to ease the warm blush that had spread over me.

I had been the first one naked, and I had seen how one of the guys had looked at me. With true desire. Now I just needed to know if he’d meant for that look to reach me, if I’d misinterpreted something, or if he though he’d kept it hidden… And I had no idea which outcome I really wanted which scared me almost more than being the first one to lose his underwear.

Conner:

“Listen guys, I can explain…”

As my hand reached down to my cock tenting out the cheap fabric of my boxer briefs, I wondered if Ryan had the same announcement that I might be making soon. Toby, after sitting his cute ass back down, had just dealt another hand, and I was luckily safe above the table. I had two pairs, but I couldn’t really rest easy yet. Not when I was already rocking a semi between my legs without a foreseeable way to relieve some pressure. I thought about taking a round of empty beer bottles to the kitchen, but I don’t think I could stand up without being caught. I just thought Ryan was in the same boat, but he had a different announcement after losing.

“Tell us- what could be so bad after we just saw Jess’s third eye winking at us and Toby getting totally naked after two losses in a row?”

Toby just blushed again, but Jess still looked pleased as punch after his little dance, and based on the yells we’d heard from down below, some of the innocent bystanders were as well.

“I thought at first that it wouldn’t be an issue since it wouldn’t get this far, but I didn’t have a lot of time between the gym and this game.”

“And? You’re a little sweaty? Because I’ve had the nervous sweats since I lost my jeans.”

“No, it’s- well never mind.”

He stood up, abs looking like they were permanently flexed, and reached down for the waistband of his shorts. The thick white waistband of his underwear was slowly revealed, and then there were his thighs right below where there should have been more fabric.

“Are you wearing a jockstrap?!”  

He didn’t have to answer once his shorts fell past his muscular thighs to his ankles. Stepping out of them, he quickly sat down, but we weren’t done with him yet.

“No way man, you’re not getting off that easy! Let’s see you flex a bit.”

Ryan had never been a show-off, but he also wasn’t going to hide his hard work. Flexing his arms, his biceps perked up for us as my cock perked up again in my shorts. Fuck.

“And if you’re going to complain about the jockstrap, then we need to actually prove that you have one on.”

The proof was in the pudding as he stood up again and rotated around until he faced the wall. He wasn’t lying about the jockstrap, but he had definitely been underplaying how big his ass had gotten with all of those squats.

Jess, who just couldn’t keep his hands to himself, reached up and gave his friend a resounding slap on his ass hard enough to leave a red mark on his cheek for a few seconds. When Ryan turned back around and gingerly sat down, there was a similar red mark on his other cheeks, but that wasn’t going away as quickly.