You lose again,
Derek. Looks like I won your pants,” Tom said.
“But wait! I have
the best hand. Don’t you have the worst hand?”
“Derek, we said `low
hand wins.’ Don’t you remember?” Vic grinned.
I could have sworn
they’d said nothing of the sort. I was also pretty sure they
hadn’t said anything about eights being wild in the first
hand either.
Tom started
unzipping my jeans. I looked helplessly at Ron, but he just
shrugged.
“Don’t worry about
it, Derek,” he said. “You’ll get him next time.”
Tom tugged my pants
far enough down that he could see my penis.
“Whoa! No underwear
on you, boy? This game just got interesting!”
“Nice shaved
crotch,” said Vic, reaching over and caressing my dick. I
tried to think about the Periodic Table from high school
chemistry class, so I wouldn’t get hard while Tom stood me
up to finish removing the pants I’d lost. Vic’s left hand
reached around and gently played with my ass. Ron pushed his
hand away, and swatted Tom’s fingers too. However, his own
hand lingered on my rump.
“God, you are
beautiful,” he said.
“All right, all
right. I surrender. I lost. I’m nude. Now can I have my
clothes back, please?”
“Nope,” said Tom.
“You have to win them back.” Ron’s fingers delicately
trailed down my ass crack, his index finger fondling my
pucker. I wished it was his dick so much that I almost
purred.
“Win them back? But
I have nothing to bet!” I argued. Vic had already dealt each
of us our cards.
“You have to bet
your ass, Derek,” Vic said. “Whoever wins this hand gets
it.”
That did it. I
suddenly had a raging hard-on. I tried to cover it with one
hand while sitting back down, but I couldn’t keep Tom from
sneaking his left hand under mine and pushing my thighs
apart so he could finger my hole.
“No…no way,” I
stammered as everyone picked up their hands. “This can’t be
how strip poker normally works, can it?”
“No, not normally,”
Vic said. “But those are the house rules, and it’s my
house.”
I looked at my cards
and frowned. “Does low hand win this time?”
“No, not this time,”
they all answered.
