I’d expected the other sock and couldn’t peel my eyes away. His slender neck was accentuated by smooth shoulders and barely there biceps on small arms. Slight but perfect pectorals that hosted light-brown nipples I wanted to bite. My eyes trailed down his bare and hairless chest until I was stunned to see an eight pack ripped enough to do laundry on. He was petite, smoother, fairer, and everything I craved in a sexual partner. I liked dominating my men and using their slight bodies for my sexual needs. Blake was built to spec, and I wanted him bad.
“Your deal, sexy,” I said, making a point to let him watch as I studied his upper body carefully, biting my lip and not looking away as he shuffled the cards. “Make it count,” I added.
We stared at each other with what I thought was yearning in both of our eyes. I knew I was lusting after him but he was playing it cool. “I intend to,” he specified, in a husky voice I hadn’t heard before then. “I don’t like losing either, so add that to your count of what I don’t like.”
“You’re down to a sock and shorts, buddy, so I’m not nervous.”
He dealt and we both looked at our hands, giving nothing away. “How many?” he asked.
“Zero,” I growled. His eyebrows lifted and he glanced at his sock to make sure he still had a chance. He drew four this time. “Four?” I questioned. “You are totally cooked this time, mister.”
Blake waited for me to lay my cards down. “Full house, baby. Check them fives over kings,” I bragged. I watched as he lifted his leg with the remaining sock on it and removed the Puma sport sock he’d borrowed. I hadn’t missed the opportunity to marvel at his defined legs. They proved he’d been extreme hiking for sure, and the sight of him with one leg in the air made me want to throw him on the table and hold both his ankles to his ears.
We took inventory of each other’s clothing items. He had the shorts that I knew he was going commando in because I’d seen him put them on after the shower, daring to check out his bubble butt when he did. I had the tank top, watch, and boxers. Three to one in my favor. What to do? What to do?
“Looks like I’m about to get my wish,” I said.
“Not so fast, stud,” he challenged. “Deal ‘em.”
I dealt and quickly picked up my cards, noticing I didn’t even have a pair. He waited and watched my expression before picking up his. “How many?” I asked, tapping the top card of the deck I held in my hand.
“All five,” he said.
“No shit?” I asked. “This is going to be so nice when those shorts come off that cute ass of yours,” I said, slipping about my assessment of his ass and not meaning to reveal so much of my inner dialogue.
“So…you like my ass, do ya?” he asked, laying his original hand on the table and waiting for me to deal the replacements. I kept my eyes fixed on his and nodded that I certainly did. “That’s nice to hear, Cadet.”
I dealt him five new cards. “And I’m taking four,” I said, hoping for at least a pair. “What you got?” I asked.
He didn’t look so confident after getting an entirely new hand, and my cock jumped the moment I thought of him losing the shorts and sitting across from me totally naked.
“A pair of jacks,” he announced, turning his cards over for the reveal. I had nothing and waited a moment to show my hand. I also wanted to watch him nervously shift in his chair at the thought of losing. I displayed my cards. I didn’t even have a pair. “Yes!” he yelled, jumping out of his chair. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” he cheered, pointing at me. “Not over yet, Cadet.”
I stood, moved away from the table, and stared at him as he waited for me to pull my tank top off. He was in for a surprise if he’d counted on both of us remaining in our bottoms. My thumbs slid into the waist band of my boxers as his eyes saucered in anticipation. I slid them past my erect cock and they fell to the floor on their own.
“Looks like you win,” I whispered, looking from his eyes to my engorged cock.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: Blake
Ifroze. Dirk’s cock was rock hard and pointing directly at me, an invitation to a party I hadn’t expected to receive.
“You gonna leave me standing here with my dick out?” he asked. I shook my head slowly, hypnotized by the opportunity just presented to me. “Want me to come to you or do you wanna come over here?”
“Yes,” I mumbled.
“Which is it?” he growled, stroking his thick piece and leering at me. He held his white undershirt tank top up on one side, revealing the happy trail to a trimmed bush. Instead of answering I simply stayed still and opened my mouth wider. “That’s a good boy.”
Dirk took four steps and stopped right when the tip of his dick was inches from my mouth. “I’ll suck your cock, Cadet, but that’s not what I really want,” I moaned, rubbing the bulge in my borrowed shorts.
“Show me your cock sucking skills and then we’ll see if I can give you what you desire.”
I opened wider and he stepped forward. After his plum was in my mouth he paused his advance while I slowly licked his head, tasting his precum. I kept my hands in my lap and worked his head over nice and easy. His ripped stomach was mere inches away from my face but I resisted moving over him completely until I sensed he was enjoying the sensation of just his throbbing head being slobbered on.
His hands came to the sides of my head and he began pulling me over his cock until the entire eight thick inches were down my throat. I tightened my throat around his meat and let him get used to my warm mouth. “Fuuucckkk,” he groaned.
Dirk began pumping into my mouth as I gasped for air each time he held the back of my head and forced me to inhale his pubes. Sucking dick was one of my specialties and I needed Dirk to know he’d met someone who could and would suck his man’s dick anytime he asked.
I pulled back and swirled my tongue over his slit, tasting how well my skills were going so far. “I love your cock, Cadet,” I stated, looking up with hunger in my eyes.
