Strip Poker- Part 1

If you asked me what one of my biggest fantasies was, then I'd answer quickly and honestly: strip poker. The simple idea of losing your clothes like that, one item at a time and partially to chance- it's perfect. This game was the basis of the first story I ever posted on Amazon years ago, and I'm so excited to revisit it again.

It can be easy to get bogged down in the details though when writing, so I wanted to make sure and make this one special. So, I recruited some friends. You already know Paul from the first part of this series, but let's meet the rest of the guys. I've got a familiar favorite, Ryan, as well as the new guys- Jess, Toby, Nathan, and Conner. They're all real friends, and I hope you find all six of them just as sexy as I do. Because for everyone in the VIP tier, you'll be seeing these guys strip down one item at a time... If you need the visuals to match the story, then this is the time to upgrade.

Jess:

“Last night here- what are we doing?”

We were all reclined around the sectional, a little too tired to suggest anything big. I wasn’t sure if I was still drunk or maybe starting a hangover, but my head was ready for me to finally get home to sleep off everything that I’d been doing this week. Grabbing a water bottle off the table in front of us, I started to chug it down as my question was answered.

“We could head out to the hot tub?”

Conner leaned over the edge of the couch to look out the large picture window behind us.

“Nah, it’s totally full right now.”

“Maybe we could head down to the gym again to burn off some of our room service?”

Ryan got a pile of pillows thrown his way at that suggestion.

“You know- we never really kept our tournament going?”

All of us swiveled around to face Paul. He’d been pretty quiet this week, and I can’t blame him. We’d both been stripped totally naked out at the pool a couple of days ago, but he didn’t like the spotlight like I did. He has an amazing body, but he always leaves the gym in a pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt. I meanwhile leave through the front doors wearing some stringy shirt over a pair of short shorts.

“Really man? I was not expecting that from you. Maybe from this horndog Jess over here, but not you.”

“Fuck off!” He was right though. After I’d lost that diving competition, I’d jerked off immediately once I got in the shower that day.

“I just thought Conner and Toby had made such big plans, and I rained on them a bit.”

“So, you ready for what we had planned next?”

“Let’s do it.”

“Then it’s time to deal.”

Toby, Conner, and Ryan

Nathan and Jess

Toby:

“The name of the game is Texas Hold’em.” I listened as Conner quickly listed off the rules of the game, but we all knew how to play. What we needed were the rules that came next. “No need for chips to bet in this game since we’ll be betting clothes instead. After each hand, the guy with the worst hand has to lose one item of clothing. In the case of a tie for the worst hand, the winner will decide who strips. Sound fair?”

No.

No.

No!

I had no way of knowing that most of the other guys agreed with the sentiment rattling around in my head because all of us simply nodded as Conner dealt first.

Looking at my cards, it still didn’t feel much different yet than our regular poker nights. We’d get together at someone’s house, bring multiple six packs of beer, and we’d play until one of our significant others called one of us home. We all played with chips and never cash, so this made this the most expensive pot of all.

Looking at my cards, I saw two fives- not good, but at least there was something. Playing with five other people made it a much higher probability that someone would have nothing every single hand, but it was not a definite. Looking around at the faces around me, I tried to see if I could see who was worried, but it was harder tonight.

In a normal game, everyone was trying to hide their emotions. Tonight, there was no need to try and bluff since we weren’t betting. Everyone was able to simply drink beer and eat the too expensive charcuterie board that we’d had delivered up to our room.

“Okay, how are we going to do this? Lay them one by one, or all we going to reveal all at once?”

“Let’s go all at once because I think everyone just needs to look my way.”

We agreed with Jess’s suggestion, and all eyes were on him as the cards hit the table. Luckily for him, his high card of an eight kept him safe- Ryan’s high card was a 7. My pair kept me firmly in the middle of the pack, but again, all that mattered was not being last.

“So, is this the part of the game where we all laugh and decide to switch back to chips?”

“Nope, it’s your time to shine Ryan!”

Looking over at Paul, I saw the almost giddy look on his face as he got ready to initiate another man into the group of the exposed. Him and Jess were the co-presidents, and Conner and I were card-carrying members. Nathan and Ryan were the guys that needed to catch up.

Nathan:

“Not too bad of a start there.”

Ryan had just leaned down to take off his socks, and I watched as he wiggled his toes into the rug beneath us.

“Sorry man, but socks and shoes don’t count. It’s time to lose either that shirt or those shorts.”

I wasn’t sure if he was contemplating which item to choose or whether he was ready to back out of this crazy idea, but my friend sat there for a few seconds before grabbing the hem of his tank top and pulling it over his shoulders.

Ryan was actually taking his shirt off.

I had agreed with him in thinking that this was all a joke, but it was actually real. I’d thought that the guys had been exaggerating that diving competition earlier as well, but now those doubts had been erased. Ryan’s taut chest was now on display as he leaned back in his chair with a sheepish look on his face.

He had started going to amateur bodybuilding contests last year, and there, he would strip down to a tiny pair of posing briefs. But getting almost naked was expected there. You were under bright lights and covered in fake tanner. Here, it just felt too personal.

“Here, I’ll deal next.”

Ryan grabbed the cards and started passing them out, and I looked at each one as they came in. I was optimistic when my first card was a king, but that would be all I would get. I was still pretty confident though as we laid our cards down since two guys also had nothing last time… but I would be the only one this time without at least a pair.

“Fuck.”

It seemed a bit too karmic for me and Ryan to be the ones to lose our clothes first, but it’s just the way the cards were shuffled. Sitting back in my chair, I began pulling open buttons on my shirt, and I flashed back to what I’d been doing just a few hours ago. I’d been on a video call for work, some trivial issue that my micromanaging boss had roped me into even though I was on vacation. I’d been so buttoned up then, but now, I was pulling my shirt over my shoulders, exposing my hairy chest in contrast to Ryan’s hairless one beside me.

“Okay fine, I guess I’ll shuffle now.”

I saw why Ryan had been so quick to grab the cards last time- it gave you something to focus on so you wouldn’t have to look at your friends checking you out.

We had been friends for years, and of course, we’d seen each other in locker rooms or getting dressed at home… but we’d never been under the spotlight like this. Ryan was into bodybuilding, and Jess was a nudist in a former life, but this was just different. I’m not even sure how to explain it, but it’s different.

Jess:

Why did I secretly want to lose next? Nathan was dealing the third hand for us, and as I picked up my cards, I legitimately got a little sad to see a high pair of jacks. I even thought about discarding one of them, but I wanted the game to last a while. To prolong the fun.

As we laid down our cards, it was Conner’s turn to strip off an item. I tried not to outwardly thirst over him too much, but there was something about a big hairy man that did it for me, even if it was a close friend that I’d had for years. We could pretend that none of us had ever had a crush on another guy in the group, but none of us really believed that, did we?

“Fuck all of you!”

Conner slammed another beer and stood up to pull his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. He sat back down again, taking up so much space in that chair with his muscular frame. The almost sheepish look on his face contrasted with his rugged exterior.

Everyone seemed so nervous during this game, and I’m not sure why. It was such a rush to take off your clothes, exposing yourself and watching guys look your way. Out at the pool earlier this week, I’d loved getting to strip down knowing that these strangers were staring my way. Conner didn’t seem too fazed then, but maybe he was just putting on an act?

As he started dealing next, I realized that I was definitely closer to getting drunk than I thought, so I knew that I was done psychoanalyzing this situation. I was just going to sit back and watch my blushing friends continue to strip…

To see all of the photos that go with this part (7 are going up tonight with so many more later), make sure to upgrade to the VIP tier to get access to the private Discord server. You also get a free PDF of your choice of one of my Amazon short stories every month delivered to your inbox there.