Strip Poker- Part 3

Is it getting hot in here, or is it just the guys stripping off more clothing in this installment? Every member can read Part 3 below, but only the VIP members will get the full experience... more photos are now posted in the private server ready for your eyes only.

Nathan:

“Okay, so this is the part of the game where we all laugh and call it a night?”

“Unfortunately not stud, let’s see what you’ve got.”

I was the first one losing anything on the bottom half, and that distinction seemed especially isolating right now. Standing up, I started to loosen my belt, but my trembling hands slowed me down as I tried to steady them.

This was crazy, and I have no idea why this was affecting me so much. I’d been wearing a speedo every day this week at the pool, and at least one pair had been thin enough for the guy next to me to say how much he loved the head of my cock. I would have taken him into the pool house to let him get a taste right then and there if my friends hadn’t decided to go for lunch right then.

With that memory playing through my head again, it really should have solidified that slipping out of my pants should not have been such a big deal… but it was. As I pulled down the zipper, I revealed the smooth, white fabric of my underwear, and as I pulled the fly a little wider, I revealed that I was wearing a skimpy pair of Calvin Klein briefs.

Paul had appointed himself the dealer again, and he was already dealing cards before my jeans were even on the floor. None of the other guys were picking theirs up yet- four sets of eyes were trained on me.

Grabbing my cards, I let gravity finish the job as my jeans pooled around my ankles.

“So Nathan, are we going to see you continue that strip show?”

Sitting down, I looked at my cards to see that I already had a three of a kind without even looking at what cards were turned up on the table.

“Sorry boys, but these briefs are staying on for at least another hand.”

Everyone else started looking through their cards next to see if fate had befallen them, but Conner wasn’t letting me fade out of the spotlight.

“Tighty whities, though?”

His deadpan expression had everyone laughing at my old school choice in undies, and he hooked a finger into my waistband before letting them snap back against my waist with an audible pop. That contact sent a shiver running through my body.

“You look like my grandfather.”

“You have fantasies about your grandpa?”

“Fuck off, Ryan!”

More laughter at that as everyone except for Paul joined in. He looked a bit nervous himself, and I got giddy thinking that he’d be next to strip, but as he laid down his cards, I saw that he was safe as well.

Something else must be going through his mind.

Ryan:

I was getting hard.

Knowing that I couldn’t be the only one, I just tried to cross my legs and squeeze my thighs to draw the blood flow away from my cock. It worked for a little bit, but once Conner laid his cards down on the table, I felt myself chubbing back up. He had a low pair, but everyone else’s hands beat him. Toby actually had a full house which was the highest scoring hand of the night so far.

“Okay Nathan, how did it feel to get down to your final item?”

“Like shit, Conner.”

“Well fuck me- you could have at least lied.”

He was trying to cut the tension in the room, but nothing was going to keep us from staring his way. Ever since we had all met, we’d been a bit jealous of his physique. We’d been a lot twinkier back then, but he was already a bulky guy covered in hair. He played rugby on one of the fields behind our dorm, and we’d make him recap every match once he got back. He’d be sitting there covered in sweat and occasionally someone else’s blood, and his musk would fill the room. I’d caught another guy on the floor smelling his dirty jockstrap one day when Conner took a shower, and I couldn’t even rat him out.

That same body was standing in front of us again as Conner pushed his gym shorts to the floor in one motion. He was wearing a thick pair of boxer briefs like a straight guy, but the sight of them barely able to wrap around his thick thighs was still intoxicating. Sitting back down, he dealt the cards next, but once he returned the shuffled deck back onto the table, I saw him reach down to his crotch to adjust that thick cock hiding below just one final layer of fabric.

As we all picked up our cards, he spoke.

“Okay, who’s next?”

Toby:

“It’s me, bitches!”

With a sigh of relief, I saw that Jess had beaten me out for last place, and I took another deep swig of my beer before getting up to grab another. If I was going to miss one of the strip shows, then it would have to be Jess’s. I found him sexy, but we’d all seen him naked dozens if not over a hundred times. And that’s not including the locker room.

When I got back from the fridge though with a few bottles for anyone else who needed one, I saw that I hadn’t missed anything- he’d just gotten up onto the chair next to the large window while I’d been out of the room. His little red shorts barely covered any of his anatomy, but he was about to be showing off even more.

Nathan pressed a button his phone, and Pony, that old song that was written almost definitely for every strip club to overplay for years to come, started blaring through the speakers hooked up in the living room. The music was loud enough to turn a few heads at the pool down below, and I knew that that was exactly what Jess wanted. We were all trembling each time we laid down our cards, and he was praying for low numbers.

He was gyrating now, rubbing his hands over his chest before his fingertips began toying with his waistband. We could see bright blue fabric now, more and more each time he dipped his hands lower.

He turned to face us for the next part of his show, but he was still hamming it up for the unknown audience down there. He lowered every last item he had below his ass, and we could see the proof in the window’s reflection. He smacked each cheek a few times before turning around to moon us as well.

Leaning over to drop his shorts all of the way, we saw his puckered hole wink at us before he was upright once more and pulling his trunk boxer briefs back into place. We would have given him a standing ovation, but we had to settle for light applause and catcalls. I couldn’t speak for the other guys, but I was almost fully hard and thankful that my jeans were keeping me hidden. That protection just wouldn’t last for long…