Saturday poker night was a bust. Usually there were eight regulars who played in the group, but that night all but three of us cancelled due to either illness or the snowstorm that was whipping through the region.
It was Joey's turn to host, which was good since he had the most room. Well, actually his parents had the most room. He had his own "apartment" in the basement, but since his folks were away for a week on a cruise, we had the run of the whole house. Like me, Joey was 22, and body-type wise we could have been brothers. We both stood 5'8", and both came in at 160 pounds on the nose. We could have been mistaken for twins except Joey had curly black hair and dark eyes, while I was blue eyed with blond hair.
Bobby was the third who made it over that night. He was the old man at the ripe age of 23. Compared to us, he was a monster and towered over us at 6'1" and a muscular 180 pounds. He had light brown hair with hazel eyes to match.
Had anyone else been hosting poker that night, I'm sure we would have called off the game completely, but since Joey lived within walking distance of both Bobby and I, and since we knew his dad kept a supply of beer in the downstairs refrigerator, the two of us were right on time for the game.
It turns out that three-way poker isn't that fun, even with a lot of beer between us, so it wasn't long until Joey suggested we play strip poker.
"It's too cold for strip poker," Bobby complained.
"I can fix that." Joey rose from the table and turned up the thermometer. Soon the hot air was blowing in from the furnace and the room was quickly warming. It was getting too warm for me. Another ten degrees and I would have taken off my clothes anyway.
"How's that?" Joey asked when he returned to the table.
"Better," Bobby admitted, "but I think poker is too slow."
"You have something else in mind?" I asked.
"How about low card loses? We shuffle the deck, everyone picks a card, the lowest card takes off a piece of clothing."
Joey and I looked at each other and nodded in consent.
It was Bobby's turn to deal, so he shuffled the cards, then spread them out face down on the table. "Everybody draw one," he said.
We did as requested.
"Count of three, flip them over," Bobby said. "One, two... three."
We flipped the cards. Joey and I both had tens showing, Bobby had a seven of diamonds.
Bobby thought for a second, then removed his left sock and tossed it aside.
We drew cards again and flipped. I drew a seven, Joey an eight, and Bobby showed a six which caused him to lose his other sock.
The third round Bobby drew an ace, Joey scored a three, and I got a two. I added one of my socks to Bobby's pile. The fourth round, Joey and I both drew low card, and Joey lost the fifth round. At that point all six of our socks were comingling in a pile nearby.
The sixth round I got the high card, and Joey and Bobby both drew fives. Joey stripped off his navy-blue t shirt and Bobby took off the striped polo he was wearing. Both shirts were thrown onto the expanding clothes pile. Seeing them bare-chested was no big thing since I had seen both of their bodies before. Joey had light wisps of hair on his chest, Bobby was shaved smooth.
I lost the next round. I was wearing a t shirt under a sweatshirt, but since I had more clothing on then the other two, I stripped off both items. I was glad Joey had turned up the heat, my nipples were hard enough as it was.
When we drew the next cards, I lost again, so I lost my jeans. I was down to my tighty-whities. Amazingly, Joey lost the next two rounds by drawing a four each time. He complained about the odds being against that, but he still stripped out of his pants, and then his underwear.
Joey was naked. Joey and I were similar downstairs too. His unit, like mine, was six inches long and a little wider than the width of a thick highlighter. We weren't exactly hung, but for what were missing in package size, we made up for in enthusiasm.
Bobby lost the next round, and his jeans joined the others. We were both down to our underwear. Joey, who had nothing left to lose, watched the game.
Bobby and I each picked cards. I flipped mine over and displayed a jack. I was feeling pretty good about that until
Bobby also flipped a jack.
"We both win?" I asked.
"No. Technically, you both had the low card drawn," Joey answered.
Bobby shrugged and slipped out of his underwear, and as he finished, I slipped out of mine.
Where Joey and I were average, Bobby was a little more than that. His half-hard penis looked to be at least a couple inches longer than mine, and thicker besides.
"So now what?" Bobby asked. "Play more hands to get our clothes back?"
