Poker Night - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

I cocked a brow as all eyes turned to me. Was it a joke? Was my boyfriend attempting some strange form of humour? Crank stared at me for a moment, just like the other two, before barking out a laugh.

“You crazy son of a bitch” he said to Darren, who slid his hand further down my back, sending shivers up my spine. “Alright, motherfucker, you’ve got yourself a deal”.

I felt my jaw begin to drop as they dealt Darren a hand.

“Uh… What the fuck?” I whispered, but my boyfriend was already smiling.

“Don’t worry” he winked, “I won’t lose”.

I had no idea whether to be horrified by Darren’s eagerness to treat me like a piece of property, to be used and traded with his friends, or somewhat excited about it. I watched as the game started once more, and looked sheepishly around at the others.

None of them seemed gay. Hell, a couple of them seemed like the type of guys you wouldn’t even want knowing that you’re gay. Crank cracked his knuckles as he considered his cards, and my heart raced as it continued.

“Motherfucker” Red growled, and threw his hand down on the second round. I felt a slight relief, but Crank and Babyface were still in, and unless Darren could pull something off, this night was about to get far more interesting.

“I can see through your poker face” Crank sneered at my boyfriend, who continued to act confident as the final round began. Once again, Babyface remained entirely silent, until it came time to show.

“Two pair, motherfucker” Crank cackled, throwing his cards on the sticky table as he lit another cigarette.

“Three of a kind, baby” Darren smirked back, and I watched as Crank’s eyes narrowed with anger. My boyfriend’s hand slid back between my legs, and I held his wrist gently as I smiled.

“So much for my poker face” he laughed, and reached over to drag his newly won chips toward him, until Babyface cleared his throat and everybody looked his way.

“Damn, motherfucker” Red coughed, “I almost forgot about your quiet ass!”

He didn’t respond. He simply fanned out his cards on the table, and everybody, including me, leaned over to get a better look.

“Motherfucker” Red said, shocked.

“Full house” Crank added.

I gawped at Darren, who looked back at me in shock, but Babyface had already collected most of his winnings, and now his eyes were on me.

“Blow me” he said, and his voice was gravelly and utterly unsuited to his youthful appearance.

“Come on, man” Darren laughed, but I could sense his worry. “That’s my boyfriend”.

Babyface checked his watch before shrugging. “Not no more” he said, “but don’t worry, I’ll give him back before you leave”.

I couldn’t help but feel a jolt of excitement at the prospect of being shared with Darren’s friends. My cock was already straining as Babyface slid out his chair and pointed to the space underneath the table. “Let’s go” he told me, and I looked to Darren once more, who closed his eyes and nodded stiffly.

“I’m sorry” he whispered to me.

“Don’t be” I whispered back, and gave his junk a firm squeeze before sliding from my chair and crawling under the table. If nothing else, Poker Night was about to become a lot more interesting.

“How about another round?” I heard Crank say, as Babyface slid his chair back in, and now I was face to face with his crotch.

“I’m in” Red said.

“Me, too” said Babyface.

“I ain’t got nothin’ to play with” Darren explained, but my focus was now on releasing Babyface’s cock from his jeans.

I awkwardly fumbled with the button, and he made no effort to make it easy for me. I dragged the zipper down, edged the jeans down his legs, and finally reached for his boxer shorts.

It felt so wrong to be doing something like this whilst my boyfriend was just feet away from me, but it was his fault, and although I was beginning to enjoy the strange feeling of being a toy for the men to use, I still hoped that this wouldn’t come between us.

Babyface’s cock flopped out from above the waistband. It was far larger than I had expected, given his overall size, but I wasn’t complaining. The large, plum sized cock head began to slide out from under his foreskin, and I closed my hand around the warm, hairy shaft before teasing his tip with my tongue.

“Motherfucker!” Red called from above, and I wondered how many times a day he said that word, as I took more of Babyface into my throat.

I’d always enjoyed sucking cock. There was something about pleasuring a man with my mouth that just felt right. It stiffened between my lips as I gently glided back and forth, and it took only a few minutes before pre-cum began to flow onto my tongue.

“He’s good” Babyface told Darren, “I bet it’s nice to wake up to this shit every morning”.

“You bet” Darren replied, and I smiled to myself as I sped up.

“Reminds me of my days on C block” Crank chuckled. “Remember that bitch, David?”

“How could I forget” Red cackled, “or Davina as we all knew him”.

“God, he had a nice ass” Crank replied, and I couldn’t help but reach down and stroke my own cock as the burly, straight men discussed fucking their prison bitch.

“Remember how he’d lick up all the cum that he spilled?” Darren asked, and hearing my boyfriend talk about another man had the opposite effect than what I would have expected. I stroked even harder after that.

After almost fifteen minutes of choking and gagging on Babyface’s hard cock, I felt his legs tensing either side of me. He let out a low grunt, then reached underneath and held my head in place as he thrust five or six huge spurts of warm cum into the back of my throat. I gulped it down hungrily, and continued sucking until his balls were completely empty.

“Hey, while you’re down there” Red said, looking at me under the table. I turned back, wiping the drool and cum from my lips, and watched as he unbuttoned his own jeans, and shoved them to his ankles.

I was far too horny to decline such an invitation. I crawled toward him, my cock straining for release in my pants, and quickly dragged his boxer briefs down his hairy legs.

His cock wasn’t as big as Babyface’s, but it was just as delicious. I had the entirety of it stuffed into my mouth in seconds, and basked in the salty, beautiful flavour as the man became hard.

They continued to play Poker above me as I sucked. My jaw was already aching, but that didn’t matter. I’d never been as horny in my life, and the more I sucked, the more aroused I became, until once again, I received a treat.

“Fuck!” Red gasped, as my mouth flooded with bitter tasting sperm. “Motherfucker!”

It flowed right into my stomach as more and more of it gushed out, and no sooner had I swallowed it down, I turned to find Crank’s huge rod already exposed, and standing to attention.

He didn’t even ask me to do it. It was almost as though it was now expected of me, and I could think of nothing hotter. I scurried over, wrapped my lips around his meat, and choked myself on it, just like I was born to do.

Crank was easily the biggest of them all. I could feel the bulging veins in his shaft as my lips stretched around his thick rod, and lost all ability to breathe when he stuffed himself further into my throat.

My underwear was now saturated with excitement as I continued to pleasure the ex-con, and after almost an hour of being used a sex toy under the Poker table, Crank grabbed his cock and jerked the base until his seed splattered into my mouth.

“Holy fuck” he gasped, squeezing every droplet onto my tongue, “that’s an impressive bitch you’ve got there” he told Darren, who must have nodded before beckoning me out from under the table. I crawled back out, wiping my wet mouth on the back of my arm, and sat awkwardly next to my boyfriend. He wrapped his strong arm around my shoulders as the game came to an end, before finally, the night was over.

“See you next week” Crank said, raising a glass, “and bring the boy”.

Darren nodded and bid farewell to his friends, before ushering me back up the stairs, and out into the cold, crisp night.

“Look, about what happened” he said, but I was already grinning.

“So” I said, as we reached the car, “I’m invited back?”

Darren’s eyes narrowed and a smile grew on his handsome face.

“It seems so” he said, sliding his hand into the front of my pants. “Maybe your ass will be on the line next time”.

I bit down on my lip as he squeezed my wet cock.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time” I grinned, and released my pent up load all over my boyfriend’s arm.