Another Saturday and the wife was going shopping with our next door neighbor. It was ok with me, as it meant her husband and I could watch football all afternoon without being bothered. I never understood the wives friendship, but they got along great. My wife was a petite, fair skinned, five foot four, with a body nice enough to grace the pages of Playboy. Don's wife was five foot ten, and was a body builder. She spent more time in the gym than me, and I always suspected she used steroids. We had even attended a local Ms. Olympia contest she was competing in. She is statuesque, tall, beautiful tan, contrasting with her blonde hair, and penetrating blue eyes. She would have been at home on the cover of Muscle and Fitness. Watching her on stage, she was stunning. I kept watching her pronounced camel toe, expecting it to swallow her tiny posing bikini.
After she left to go shopping, I wandered over and knocked on the door. Don opened the door, "hello, Steve. Come on in. I already have the game on down in the Mancave." We went down to his Mancave, which was a great place to watch the games. He had the largest flat screen, and a built in bar with a frig that was always full of Guiniess beer, my favorite.
He turned on the game and grabbed us a couple of beers as I made myself comfortable on the oversized sofa. It was a typical Saturday. After a few beers he suggested, "the game is kind of boring today. Let's play some poker."
Before I could answer, he jumped up to get a deck of cards. I watched him walk across the room, and as always, admired his build. we were both in our mid thirties, and six feet tall. We both worked out to stay in shape. I am a fit, strong 195 pounds, but he weighed about 210 pounds, and it was all muscle. As the weather was still warm, we both had on shorts and t-shirts.
He sat back down, leaving space between us and said Blackjack and dealt us each one card down and one up. My up card was a 9 and his was a 7. I said I was good, and he took another card which was a Jack. He said, "I'm busted, but don't get a big head." He leaned over and untied one shoe and took it off in an exaggerated manner, which hit me as odd. He dealt another hand, and again I won. He leaned over and untied his other shoe, and took it off in the same exaggerated way.
The first half had ended, so he grabbed the remote control and switched the TV to a porn movie. "Let's watch something more interesting during halftime. It started out with two attractive couples riding bikes down a country road. The title was "Bi-cycle Adventure." I didn't catch the meaning of the hyphen. My attention returned to the cards. I lost the third hand and looked at him, waiting for him to deal the next hand. He looked at me, "well? you lost, you have to take off something."
"What! Don? two men playing strip poker? You're kidding, right?"
"What's the big deal, Steve. It's just to add a little excitement."
I reluctantly kicked off one sandal and wished I had also worn socks and shoes, and realized that by doing so, I was agreeing to playing the game. He dealt the next hand as the men in the movie were taking the ladies clothes off in a grassy area they had stopped in. I checked my cards and had won another hand. He leaned over to take a sock off. I protested, "Don, I'm not wearing socks, they don't count."
"Ok, Stevie, I'll take them both off." He continued to deal after removing his socks.
I lost the next hand and kicked off my other sandal and we were both barefooted. The action in the movie caught my attention. Both men were eating pussy, and the women were moaning like you only hear in porno movies.
"Come on, Stevie, quit looking at the porn and look at your cards."
I looked and saw I had blackjack, turning over my ace on top of my king. He pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his muscular, ripped, smooth body. I didn't realize he shaved his body, but he did look hot. I must have stared too long and he asked, "you like what you see?"
"I didn't realize you shaved your body. I it does look good. I like that look. Go ahead and deal.'
He dealt the next hand and I won again. He stood up with his back to me and took his shorts off, revealing his muscular legs and ass, wearing tight black bikini briefs, which left nothing to the imagination. He turned around facing me and sat back down on the sofa. If I wasn't staring before, I was definitely staring now, and we both knew it. The outline of his growing, obviously large cock was clearly visible, and looked big. I forced myself to look away, wondering how big it was. I saw the women in the movie were both now sucking the mens' big cocks. I don't watch much porn, but as you would expect, both men had nice, big cocks. I couldn't believe I was focusing on them and wondering how Don's cock would compare. I felt my cock stirring, getting hard in my briefs.
Don dealt the next hand and this time I lost, and took off my t-shirt. I didn't understand my feelings, but I really wanted to win to see Don's cock. The outline in his bikini briefs was getting bigger, stretching the fabric, trying to get out. My attention switched back and forth between Don's cock and the cock sucking going on in the movie. I still couldn't believe I was playing stip poker with a man and watching a porn movie and getting aroused looking at his growing cock.
He dealt the next hand and I lost again. I stood up and took off my shorts, exposing that I also wore bikini briefs, mine being powder baby blue. My cock was also stretching my briefs. I looked up at the movie in shock. The women were making out and one of the men was on his knees sucking the other man's big, fat cock! My head was spinning. I had never thought about doing anything gay, and here I was, watching gay porn, playing strip poker, ogling over Don's cock, and wondering, worrying, knowing, where this was going. I sat back down.
"So, Stevie, you shave your body, too. You look hot, and those cute panties show off your nice ass. It looks tighter and nicer than my wife's, which says a lot about your ass, or says a lot about what kind of ass I like. Looks like we are both down to only briefs. This is the deciding hand."
