It was poker night, and I was never going to win.
I never completely understood poker enough to be truly competitive. I was good enough to hold my own, but never a true winner. On this particular night, I was getting lucky with the pairs and threes of a kind where I got a little cocky...
There were ten of us in mine and my roommate's apartment. We did this about twice a month when it worked out. Just a bunch of twenty year olds having fun, drinking and smoking grass. Cocaine was on every flat surface around.
My name is Richard and I live with a guy named Hank who I had known for almost a year. Hank is an in-your-face kind of drunk, where I am more laughing face. I am six foot one, pretty fit with a shaved head and a short mustache and goatee. Hank is slightly taller and more muscular than me with long dark hair and a short beard. For the sake of the story I will mention that I have seen Hank naked a few drunken times and he is not hairy. I checked out his cock a few times and I would guess he's around eight inches semi hard. He likes being naked and sometimes his cock isn't fully soft.
I personally don't think there is a problem with Hank's nudity when we're hanging around the apartment. He has girls over a lot and they prance around barely dressed too. Hank will make an effort to grab a robe and cover up when I'm in the room, so all I'm seeing are flashes. I don't really care.
To set the record straight, I am heterosexual. I love the ladies and always have. My time living with Hank was a very sexual time as he sent girls to my bedroom many times after he finished with them. I didn't mind his sloppy seconds. I even ate their pussies on many occasions with his cum dripping out of them. It made the girls go crazy and I didn't mind. It was just cum and it tasted pretty good to be honest. A sweet treat while I made the girls cum on my tongue before I fucked them. Pussy cum tastes even sweeter, so the man cum was like an appetizer.
Anyway, I'm not uncomfortable talking about these things. I'm secure in my sexuality no matter how freaky things have gotten. I'm not a submissive person, but I'm submissive and adventurous sexually. I'm comfortable admitting that and everything else I'm about to say.
On poker night, I never lasted long. Money was scarce and I sucked at poker. Most of the time, I would end up pawning my shoes or some jewelry to Hank to prolong my presence in the game until I was truly tapped out. Hank was an expert poker player. He would toy with whoever else was doing good, leading them on until he got them overconfident and then he would kill them off. I watched him take other guys' girlfriends for the night as payment more than once. He passed one down to me one fun night, and she was sizzling hot.
Anyway, the night I'm writing about, I was killing it in poker with my pairs and flushes. Late that night, me and Hank held all the money and those who were still awake ended up folding for the night. Hank and I continued playing.
An hour later, I was drunk and high as hell and let myself get baited into an all-in situation. I lost and Hank took it all. I'm talking rent money and all. I thought I had him beat but I got slaughtered. Not wanting the night to end, Hank talked me into changing over to strip poker. By then, it was only us in the apartment who were awake, so I agreed.
Fast forward another hour and Hank was smiling while I took off my underwear and sat back down. He had taken off his shirt, and that was it. He was really enjoying my humiliation.
"Looks like you're beat, Ricky. What else can I take?"
I looked down at my naked lap. "I'm cooked, I guess. I think you'll have to cover rent for me this month too."
Hank nodded. "How about I make you a deal?"
I grabbed my beer and took a swig, shuddering in a nude chill. "Shoot."
"One more hand. You win and I pay your part of the rent and you don't have to pay me back."
I nodded in consideration.
"But if I win, you have to suck my dick."
I frowned. "Fuck off, man."
"Your choice. Luck has mostly been with you tonight, even when you lost. You just got drunk and couldn't focus." He tapped out a line on a book and slid it across the table to me. "Here's your focus. I don't want your mouth on my cock, man. I want to give you six-hundred of your bucks back. Come on."
I did the line, and I agreed. So fucking stupid. But I was pretty worried about the money. That was almost two weeks pay in rent alone.