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Strip Poker- Part 6
🕑 Added 2024-11-12 22:36:16 +0000 UTCIt's time for the penultimate installment of this series, and there's a new man in the game. Brady got roped into playing a few hands, and he's feeling pretty lucky to get to see all of these men in the buff. Will his luck save him from exposure though?
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Ryan:
“What the fuck are you thinking?”
“Nathan, grab the food so he can leave.”
“Sorry about all of this sir!”
Nathan just stood there smirking, hands crossed across his chest and cock left exposed below. The hotel attendant looked incredibly overdressed as he stood there looking at the buffet in front of him. Paul stood up to start grabbing the pizzas to put on the counter behind us, and Nathan pulled up a chair for the stranger.
“I think we should spice this up a bit.”
“We need more spice? Over half of us are completely naked in front of a man we don’t even know.”
“I’m Brady.”
“Well Brady, I think this has been a wonderful meet-cute, but we have a game to get back to.”
“Actually, let me share an idea.” Nathan grabbed the cards and started shuffling as he kept talking. “When I opened the door, I was ready to grab the food quick enough to evade being seen, but I froze. I froze long enough for him to see every inch.”
“And there are more inches now than there were when you first stripped off those tighty whities.”
“Fuck off, Conner.”
Brady looked down under the table, and I couldn’t tell if he was looking for the discarded underwear or the growing cock between Nathan’s thighs.
“As I was saying, I froze for too long, and Brady saw it all. And I’m not sure how fair that was. So Brady, here’s my idea.” He started dealing the cards, to all seven of us. “Triple or nothing. You stay in the game until you lose, but once you lose, you strip naked and then you’re back on duty.”
“Deal.”
There was a quiver in his voice, and he seemed unsure of his snap decision. But he didn’t back down as he picked up his cards. None of us let him out of it either as we joined in as well. We had no idea if he’d be a card shark or a complete beginner, but the odds were stacked against him no matter what. Paul and I were the only ones left with clothes, and he’d had to- fuck.
Fuck!
I think I needed to revise that last statement because I had a nine high with a two, three, five, and a seven. No matches on the table, and no real chance of a straight. I was cooked unless someone’s luck was even worse.
Everyone else laid down pairs, and Brady laid down three of a kind. Fucker.
He had hungry eyes trained on me, but there were some guys staring even harder. Guys that I’d been friends with for years.
Standing up, I stuffed my hand down the front of my jockstrap and grabbed onto the thick waistband, preparing to pull it down before I could talk myself into running.
“Wait, can I see the opposite view before you take off your jock?”
Looking up, I saw Brady’s face blushing harder than mine was after his request. The other guys had seen me already, but this was his first time getting any view. He was getting all of this before he even got my name. And for some reason, I relented to his request.
Brady:
These guys were weird, but they were all sexy. The bear, the otter, the cutie with an accent, the athlete, the stud who hadn’t covered himself once since seeing me, and the sexy man who’d let me into this game. The guy next to me had been filling me in as everyone waited to see who had lost next, and I couldn’t imagine being this open with some of my friends. They promised that this was just for a laugh, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that that wasn’t true.
Especially once I saw that I wasn’t the only one staring once the athlete turned around to show off that perfect ass. He eased the straps past those symmetrical cheeks, but he tripped a bit as he tried to step out of the barely-there jockstrap. Grabbing onto the chair in front of him, he fell forward a bit, and there was a flash of pink that had me leaning forward myself.
He didn’t realize what he was showing at all, and he leaned all the way down to grab his last item of clothing, fully showing off that tight, puckered hole to all of us. This was uncharted territory for everyone here, not just me, and they weren’t passing up the peek.
As he turned back around, I saw that the exposure was exciting him as well as he sat back down. His hands were clutched over his cock, and his hands were trembling a bit as he realized that he couldn’t hide for the rest of the game. That reluctance made sense once he revealed the full boner that he was sporting, and the catcalls finally turned the cheeks on his top half pink as well.
Leaning back, his rigid cock pointed up to his blushing face as if he we needed to know to look there.
Paul:
This had gone further than I’d ever imagined, and now, it was going to get even better. As the delicious Ryan began to shuffle the cards for the next hand, I was once again reminded of how jealous I was of his husband. He got that body every night, and we got it just for this trip.
Everyone’s eyes were on me, but not continuously. They’d flit my way, look down at my still clothed lap, and then they’d look back at their cards. Maybe at their exposed dicks below the table. They wanted to take me down, but I had another good hand. Now I just needed to see if Brady was going down next or if we’d need to figure out what dare to add to the party.
As it turns out, Brady just had one round of beginner’s luck- he’d lost now.
He’d lost it all.
Ryan:
“I, uh- I”
We’d been able to process losing our clothing one hand at a time, watching others join us in that embarrassment. Brady was diving in head first as he stood up in front of us. His belt came first and none of us had to tell him that it wouldn’t count as an item. He would be losing it all no matter how many items he had on, and those pants came next.
He had a lithe set of legs with a short pair of bright blue trunk underwear. They cupped his bulge very well, and I’m sure all he could do now was think of the fact that they’d soon be on the floor with his pants and shirt. That latter item was gone now and he stood there for us as we drank in his taut body. His pale complexion made his nipples stand out even more, and I wondered if his dick was the same color. I wanted to see it, for him to be exposed like I’d just been. This game was about over, and I wanted to lap up every sight until then.
As his hands gripped onto his waistband, we all waited with baited breath for the big reveal, and he didn’t disappoint. Size doesn’t really matter if you know how to use it, but a big dick is always a plus. Brady was passing with flying colors.
He didn’t know what to do with his hands, and we could see some statement stop before he could get his mouth to start working. He was naked in front of all of us, and he was the center of attention. He tried not to make eye contact with any of us, but he definitely averted Jess’s gaze who was now fully jerking off at his end of the table. We all wanted to join him, but none of us had the balls.
“So I guess that’s it?”
“We’ll let you get back to work,” Nathan was standing up now. “But I’ll keep the underwear as a souvenir. You can work the rest of your shift commando to make sure you don’t forget what fun you got into.”
That brought a new wave of goosebumps up Brady’s arms, but he did leave his boxer briefs on the floor as he leaned down to grab the rest of his clothes.
“Oh wait, looks like someone dropped an ace on the ground.”
Brady was on all fours now under the table, and I knew that Jess was ready for some suggestive comment if he, like all of us, wasn’t having an idea form in his head.
“Wait, there are a couple of cards under here!”
I joined Nathan and Toby as we peered under the table, and we saw the red cards standing out from the dark brown wood table. They were tucked right up against one of the corner brackets… right by where Paul was sitting.
Brady, not sure of what he’d unearthed, grabbed his clothes and went to get changed in the lobby right by our suite’s door.
“What the fuck, dude! Did you rig the game?”
This should have been a simple question to answer, but Paul sat silent as we all took a step closer…
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Hydrox
Paul's in trouble 😁😁
