I get involved in an unusual and sexy poker game on my third visit to the fantastic, no holds barred, sex club known as The Neptune.
As I entered the Neptune I noticed a different attendant at the check-in booth. He was a dirty blonde curly haired cutie. This turned out to be Tom. More about him later.
Tom said he had heard about me and asked, "Do you play poker? There is a game going on in the poker room and they need a couple more people for both above and below."
I said I did and asked what he meant by, "above and below."
He just smiled and responded, "You'll find out. I am going to put you above for tonight. There is just one rule: no matter what happens, just keep playing poker and never change your expression or react in any way. We call this the 'prime directive'. Do you think you can do that?"
Puzzled, I answered yes, and after Tom checked in my clothes he told me to take the smallish door to his right.
I entered and went up a narrow spiraling stairway. Somehow it reminded me of one of those enchanted staircases that you found in a tree in a fairy tale.
I emerged to find a big round table with six hunky shirtless men sitting around it with stacks of chips in front of them. The light seemed too dim at first.
I recognized Kraftwerk's
Autobahn
playing in the background. Everything about the Neptune was top of the line and this included the sound system throughout the facility.
There was a chair with its back facing me as I emerged. The only place to go was to squeeze around it and sit down. It was nicely padded and very comfortable. I wondered how the other people in the room had gotten to their seats. There did not seem to be any room to move around the table.
The lighting was subdued with one overhead light spotlighting the chips and cards in front of each player. Of course the table was green felt. The chips made a wonderful soft clicking sound as the players made their bets. The whole effect was pure luxury.
As my eyes adjusted to the low lighting, I was intensely aware of six sets of well-muscled arms. And I just loved poker.
A man with massive thick arms and biceps introduced himself as Rocky and introduced the other five as Tony, Fred, Woody, Grant, and Butch (who I already knew). Tony was tall with very broad shoulders and built like a brick shithouse. He had very big hands. Woody was a real cutie and, as Rocky mentioned his name, he grinned, looked directly at me, and then ran his tongue seductively around his lips.
I wondered how many of these men I had sucked off in the glory hole room. They were all stunners.
There was a pile of chips in front of me and Rocky said that if I lost them all I would have to leave. He added, "If you violate the prime directive you will also have to leave. And you will not want to leave." And then grinned.
On the first hand (we were playing five card draw) I got a pair of nines and pushed out my ante. It was a struggle to keep my mind on the game and not stare at the marvelous torsos of the six other players. The struggle would soon become even harder. Much harder.
I had just drawn a third nine when I felt a wet mouth on my cock. We were all pressed up close to the edge of the table, and it was impossible to see who was below it. I opened my mouth and was about to say something when Tony glared at me and said, "Are you going to bet?"
I suddenly understood all the fuss about the 'prime directive' and had to suppress a smile. I concentrated and pushed ten chips out on the table and said, "I bet ten."