Straight College Cock--Poker

I stood looking at the bulletin board in the campus union, not because I was searching for something, but because I was bored. I was going to grab some pizza with a girl I had met in my Econ class, and she wanted to meet in the campus union and go from there. She had texted me she was running late, so I was killing time by looking at the board. I had been over the entire thing with nothing catching my eye, and then I saw it. The printing was in big block letters, and said “POKER…WITH A TWIST. ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH?” At the bottom of the sheet of paper, tabs had been cut with the word “poker” and a phone number on them. Let me tell you one thing…I fuckin’ LOVE poker! I started playing in high school and I had become pretty good at it. I hadn’t played since coming to college, so this advertisement put me in a great mood. There were five tabs missing from the bottom of the paper, so I grabbed the sixth one and stuck it in my pocket. I was still wondering what kind of a “twist” poker could have, when Elise came beside me and touched me on the arm.

The next afternoon I dug the phone number out of my pocket and called. After a few rings a guy picked up. I told him I had seen the advertisement in the campus union and might be interested. “So tell me a little bit about your game,” I said to him, purposefully not asking about “the twist.” “There’s five of us,” he said, “all college guys…and we’re looking for a sixth.” “We play Texas Hold ‘em,” he went on, “thirty dollar buy-in, no re-buys.” “How often do you play,” I asked him. “Twice a month,” he answered me back, “every first and third Saturday.” “And…,” I finally asked, “what’s ‘the twist’ you mentioned in the ad?” He laughed. “I was wondering when you were going to get to that,” he said. “At the end of each game,” he began, “when it’s heads-up, the loser has to do something pretty embarrassing…and the rest of us get to watch.” “Embarrassing,” I asked him, “like what?” “Three of our girlfriends decide what the loser has to do,” he went on, “…so it can be whatever…” “So do the girlfriends watch what the loser has to do then?,” I asked him. “Nah,” he said, “just the guys playing the game...you wanna try it?” I knew I was good, and the thought of having the loser doing something embarrassing intrigued me. “Sure,” I said, “when’s the next game?”

The next game was the coming Saturday, and I wrote down the name of the dorm and the room number where the game was. I recognized the name of the dorm. It was the dorm where the guys lived who received full sports scholarships. The outside looked like a hotel, and I was anxious to see if the inside matched. Saturday came, and I walked across campus to the dorm. The front doors were locked, with a security code, and I had to be “buzzed” in. When I walked through the lobby I was amazed. While the outside of the dorm looked like a hotel, the inside looked like a 5-star hotel. It was hard to believe this was actually a dorm. There was a bank of elevators on the right side of the lobby, and I took one of them to the fifth floor. When the elevator doors opened, I walked into the hallway and continued to be amazed. This dorm was also set up on a suite plan, but unlike the eight suites per floor in my dorm, this dorm had only four per floor. The elevators were in the middle of the floor, and there were brass signs indicating which suites were on which sides of the elevators. Wow! I followed the sign, turned right, and went to Suite 5002; even the suite number sounded fancy. I knocked on the door and it was soon answered by a good looking guy with light brown hair. He smiled, stuck out his hand, and said “Hi, I’m Chris…come on in.” “I’m Sam,” I said back to him, “thanks…” The suite set-up was similar to mine, only about 10 times bigger. Also, each suite had a full kitchen, another bathroom, and a computer area. Each guy living in the suite had their own bedroom.

I was the last one to arrive and the other guys were sitting around the living area, drinking beer. Chris brought me over, we stood behind one of the sofas, and he introduced me. Besides Chris, there was Ryan, Josh, Matt, and Jackson. All the guys were hot, to varying degrees, and they all appeared to be friendly. I learned that Chris was on the tennis team, Josh was on the handball team, and they both lived in the suite. Ryan was on the soccer team, and lived on another floor in the same dorm. Matt and Jackson weren’t on teams, and lived in another dorm on campus. Chris and Ryan were the ones who first got the poker games going, and the others joined in over time. I also learned that it was the girlfriends of Chris, Ryan, and Josh who had come up with “the twist,” and who picked what the loser of heads-up had to do. They said the act was chosen the day of the poker game, and an hour before the game the guys were told “partially” what the act was…but weren’t given the full details. They also said they had each taken an oath to perform the chosen act, should they lose, and they took this oath very seriously. I asked the group if they could give me an example of something the loser had to do, and they just looked at each other and laughed. I don’t know if they didn’t want to tell me because they were afraid I’d bolt, or what the deal was. This all seemed like some pretty serious shit, but being the good poker player that I was, I was confident I wouldn’t end up performing very many “embarrassing” acts.

Before we started the game, Chris informed me that the act for tonight would be “checking out books from the campus library.” “Interesting,” I thought to myself, “I wonder what kind of books will be checked out?” We began the game and I carefully watched how the guys played. Each of them, with the exception of Ryan, played pretty fast and loose, and their winning was more a matter of luck than actual skill. Ryan watched the cards, watched the guys for any “tells” they might have, and watched how they bet. He played more like me. Josh was the first one to go out, followed by Chris. Both of them sat on the sofa, not far from the table, drank their beers, and watched the game. Matt went out about an hour after Chris, and joined his buddies on the sofa. Left at the table were myself, Ryan, and Jackson. I was up a pretty good amount, but this being the first time I played with these guys, I really didn’t want to win. I was more interested in finding out what kind of books the loser was going to have to check out at the library. I purposefully made some bad calls, and was out about an hour after Matt. Now it was down to Ryan and Jackson.

The beer must have gotten the best of Jackson because he started making some really bad calls. Ryan kept his playing hard and steady, while Jackson went into full “tilt” mode. “Tilt” happens when a player loses some pretty big hands, then starts making crazy ass bets hoping to get his money back. Sometimes going into tilt mode works, sometimes it doesn’t. It didn’t work for Jackson. On the last hand, Jackson went all in, betting all of his money. Four cards were down on the table; king of diamonds, 10 of spades, 8 of spades, and 6 of clubs. Ryan called Jackson’s bet, and they both flipped their cards over, waiting for the river, or last, card. Ryan had a pair of 6’s; hearts and diamonds. Jackson had a 10 of diamonds and a 10 of hearts. Jackson was clearly in the lead, but their was still the river card. We all gathered around the table in silence, waiting for the last card to be turned. It was a 6 of spades. Ryan won the game, and all the money, with four 6’s. He jumped out of his chair, ecstatic, while Jackson let lose a very loud “FUCK!!”

After everyone had calmed down, Chris grabbed the envelope from the side table that held the detailed instructions for the loser. He opened it and read it aloud. “Meet at 1:00 tomorrow afternoon at the main check-out desk in Rutherford library…the loser can collect his books there.” The instructions gave no other clues as to what was the subject of the books, but a few of the guys bantered around some suggestions. Matt was the one who finally spoke up after we heard the suggestions. “Dudes,” he said, “you know whatever kind of books they are, they’re going to be kick ass!!” We all laughed, and Jackson had somewhat of a worried look on his face. The game broke up about fifteen minutes later, with Chris reminding us to be at the campus library at 1:00 the next afternoon.

Josh, Matt, and Ryan were already at the library when I arrived around 12:55 the next afternoon. A few minutes later, Jackson came walking in with Chris. We gathered around the front check-out desk, and Chris asked Jackson if he was ready. “As I’ll every be,” Jackson responded. We all watched as Jackson slowly walked up to the desk, and gave his name to the elderly lady working there. She typed something into the computer, then pulled her glasses off and looked at Jackson. “Are you sure these books are yours, young man?” she asked Jackson. “Yes, ma’am,” Jackson replied, “they’re mine.” The lady looked at Jackson for a few more seconds, then turned around and walked to the counter on the other side of the station. She brought back two books, scanned them, and handed them to Jackson. “Here you are,” she said to Jackson, handing him the books. I noticed there was somewhat of a tone of disgust in her voice when she gave Jackson the books. Jackson took the books, looked down at them, and from behind him we could visibly see his shoulders drop. We also heard “shit,” as he turned around and walked back to the group.

We were all anxious to see what books Jackson had received, but Matt was the first one to grab them. “Dude,” he said laughing very loudly, “this shit is fuuuucked up!!” Matt handed the books to Chris, who read the titles aloud through periods of laughter. “The Art of Bestiality” and “Bestiality in the Modern Ages.” “Looks like you’ve got some good reading here dude,” Chris said, still laughing, “enjoy…” Jackson grabbed the books, shoved them under his arm, and we all left the library and headed for some pizza. I could hear Josh and Matt still laughing as we got into our cars and headed out.

Over the course of the next few games, the loser was required to do some pretty interesting things. Josh lost the next game, and we all stood in front of the campus union information booth, snickering, as he asked the girl in the booth if she knew of any local gay bars. Josh later informed us that the girl sat in front of him in Calculus class and had been working on asking her out. “Not gonna happen now,” Matt told him, jabbing him in the ribs. Before the next game, Ryan read the pre-game “teaser” for the loser. “Your package is ready for pick-up,” is all it said. Chris was the loser of that game, and Matt read the final instructions. “Meet at Paradise Book Store tomorrow at 3:00...the man behind the counter will have your package.” Everyone, except Chris and I, belted out laughing. “Dude,” Josh said laughing, “Paradise Book Store…this shit’s gonna be good!” Evidently, Paradise Book Store was one of three adult bookstores in the city, and was the seediest of the three. It was well-known, except by me, for attracting old men and perverts. Chris visibly cringed when he heard the instructions. “Well,” he said in a low voice, “at least I won’t be going there by myself…”

We all met up at Ryan’s place the next afternoon and rode out to the bookstore together. The place was fairly crowded, with mostly old guys walking around. As soon as we came in I could feel most of their eyes going right to us. We walked in and stood about ten feet from the counter. Chris hesitated at first, then slowly walked up. He said something to the counter man, then we heard a loud thud as something was dropped down on the counter. The high wall around the counter prevented us from seeing what it was, but I figured it had to be pretty big to make such a noise. “Do you have a bag?,” we heard Chris ask the counter guy. “Nope,” came the reply. Chris hesitated, then we heard him say “shit!” We watched as Chris reached over the counter and picked up the object. He slowly turned around and all five of us busted out laughing. Chris was carrying, with both hands, the biggest blackest dildo I could ever have imagined. He was a couple of steps away from the counter when the counter guy called to him. “Don’t forget this,” he said with little expression, holding up a shampoo-sized bottle of Magic Wet lube, “you’re gonna need it…”

The old guys were still watching us, some of them visibly rubbing their crotches. Chris had no expression on his face, but the rest of use were almost doubled over with laughter. Carrying his big black dildo and bottle of lube, Chris walked as fast as he could toward the door. He pushed by us, went out the door, and waited by Ryan’s SUV, holding his merchandise. The rest of us followed, still laughing. As we piled into the SUV, a couple of the old guys from the bookstore came outside and stared at us some more. As we headed out of the parking lot to leave, I turned around and saw one of the guys was still there. He was rubbing his crotch and licking his lips.

I got to know the guys pretty well over the course of the next few games. In between games we’d sometimes meet up, usually with girlfriends or some chick we just wanted to hang out with, grab some beer and pizza and just hang out. Chris and Ryan were the most outgoing of the group, with Jackson being the most reserved. All the guys were fun to be around, and I really enjoyed spending time with them. With school, playing poker twice a month, and hanging out with my new friends, I had little time for any “extra curricular” activities, and I was starting to get a little ansy. With the third task now complete, I was noticing a pattern; all the tasks involved something sexual, and they were becoming increasingly sexual with each task. I figured it wouldn’t be too long before a task involved something physical. I also wondered if the girlfriends really thought up the tasks, or if it was one or two of the guys…namely Ryan and Chris. One of my hunches turned out to be right, as we met at Ryan’s place for the next game.

We all sat on the sofas as Ryan opened one of the envelopes on the table. “Your buddy is having a hard time,” he read, “he needs a helping hand…” I instantly picked up on the innuendoes in the note. “Hard time,” and “helping hand” leapt out at me, and I had a gut feeling this task would be physical and involve the loser and the winner together. Some of the other guys must have picked up on the key words too, because there was some nervous laughter between them. No one said anything though, until Josh finally spoke up. “Well, I’m definitely having a hard time since Erica’s been out a town,” he said. “Dude, you have no idea,” Ryan joined in, “no fucking idea!” Evidently, Josh, Chris, and Ryan’s girlfriends had all been out of town the past week for some kind of sorority conference, and Josh and Ryan were referring to their lack of sex since the girls had been gone. “This is gonna be interesting,” Chris said, almost as if he was thinking out loud, “very interesting.” I had done really good so far in the games, but with little extra time to satisfy my hunger I was really needing to give a “helping hand” to something “hard.” I quickly decided this was going to be my night to lose.

The game started and progressed as usual. The beer was flowing and all the guys were having a good time. No one mentioned the contents of the note, but it was always on my mind. Matt was the first to go out, followed by Josh and Jackson. It was down to me, Chris, and Ryan and the playing was hard and intense. Ryan was way down on his chip stack, but had some good hands and got ahead of Chris. I was in the lead, with Ryan second and Chris following at third. Ryan went all in against Chris, and Chris lost the hand. Ryan was now in the lead, followed by me in a close second. I had been playing well up until now, but it was time to start sliding down. Ryan was on a high after winning so many hands, and I let the high continue as I lost three hands in a row. I won the next two hands, and decided it was time for my fun to begin. Ryan and I had almost the same amount of chips, however, his stack was about $20 more than mine. I was dealt a king and a jack. The flop was dealt, and showed a queen, a ten, and a nine. I had a straight. I went all in, and Ryan quickly called me. The speed at which he called me was not a good sign. We both turned our cards over, and Ryan showed an ace and a queen. All he needed was a jack to make a higher straight than me. “Damn,” I said out loud. I was still pretty confident I had the hand, but with poker you never know. There were still two more cards to come and anything could happen. Although I was confident, I was getting increasingly horny and was hoping for a jack to show up. The turn card came and it was an eight. I was still leading. Matt, who was dealing, burned the next card and slowly turned over the river card. It was a jack. Ryan had pulled it out by beating my king high straight with an ace high. Ryan slapped the table with his open palms, then threw his hands in the air. “FUCK YEAH,” he yelled, “fuck yeah!!”

Josh reached for the other envelope that was on the table, opened it, and pulled out two smaller envelopes. “Winner--Open First” was written on one, and “Loser” on the other. Josh opened the “Winner” envelope and, as was customary, started reading aloud. The note was obviously written by Josh‘s girlfriend. “Congratulations…Josh, if you, Chris, or Ryan are the winner, maybe this will help until we get back. If Jackson, Matt, or Sam is the winner…this is definitely YOUR night! You’re a big money winner and deserve a reward. Enjoy your hand job!” Ryan got a big smile on his face, looked at me, and said “SUWEEET!” Josh then opened the other envelope and pulled out a card and a travel size bottle of baby oil. He threw the bottle to me., and began reading: “It’s time to hold on tight and give your buddy a happy ending he won’t soon forget,” he read “group viewing is mandatory!” I tried to look disappointed and disgusted, but my heart was beating a mile a minute and my cock was rock hard. “Fuck,” I said in a low voice, trying to be as convincing as possible.

There was laughter, cat calls, and whoops from the other guys as Ryan just sat there with a big grin on his face. He grabbed his beer, stood up, stretched, and looked over at me. “You ready,” he asked, still grinning. Ryan’s crotch was eye level with me, and as much as I wanted to check it out to see if he was hard, I forced myself not to. Ryan walked to the over-stuffed chair across the room and fell into it. “Perfect,” he said out loud, scooting his ass around in the seat and patting the arms. Then, he just sat there and looked at me, still grinning. I got up from the table and slowly walked over to Ryan. The other guys followed me, piling onto the nearby sofa, with Jackson sitting on the floor. I moved the coffee table back that was close to the chair and got on my knees. Ryan and I were now eye level with each other. Nobody was talking as I looked Ryan in the eyes. He stared back at me with no expression, then the big grin came back to his face. “Let’s do it,” he said in a low voice. Still looking him in the eyes, I noticed his eyes widen a little when he spoke.

I still had the baby oil in my hand and I sat it down on the floor beside me. I looked at Ryan’s crotch and began to see signs of his anticipation of what was about to happen. His track pants had began to fill out, with a slight tent showing. Ryan pulled his T-shirt up a little, then slid his hands to the band of his pants. His hands grabbed the waist band on either side of his hips, and he raised his ass and pulled his track pants and boxer shorts down to his knees. In the process, his T-shirt had fallen back down, covering his crotch. I grabbed the bands of Ryan’s pants and boxers and pulled them down to his ankles. My hands then went to his knees and I slowly pulled his legs apart. With his left hand, Ryan reached down and pulled his T back up, uncovering his crotch. Ryan’s cock was semi-hard and looked to be about 4-5 inches. His balls were hanging loosely in their sack, covered by the same light brown hair that surrounded the base of his cock. Ryan’s breathing was a little hard, and his cock twitched in unison. A small drop of pre-cum leaked out of his slit and clung to his head. The room was still silent as I reached down for the baby oil. I opened the lid, squeezed some into my hand, then rubbed my hands to together to warm it up. I looked up at Ryan, and his face was blank. His eyes widened a little as he watched me warm the baby oil, then move my hands toward his cock.

Ryan’s body stiffened a little as my warm oiled right hand touched his cock. His cock, which until now had been twitching but remained half-hard, jerked into full erection. Ryan must have been holding his breath, because as soon as I touched him he let out a long low moaning breath of air. His cock, now fully hard in my hand, was not what I really expected out of the 6’ 1” jock. Curved upward, Ryan’s hard cock was at most 6.5 inches long. With average thickness, my hand easily wrapped around his shaft. With pubes being a big turn-on for me, Ryan’s were thick and full, and the same light brown color as his hair. His balls were pulled up higher than they had been at first, and his hairy sack now clung tightly to them. I moved my hand to the base of Ryan’s cock and lightly squeezed. His body stiffened and he moved his legs farther apart as he let out a low moan. “Ahhhhhh,” he moaned, “yeah…” My oiled hand slid easily up the length of his hard shaft, and I ran my thumb along the underside of his cock head, up over the top, to his slit. Pre-cum flowed out of Ryan’s cock head, he moaned again, and I moved my thumb back down to rub just under his head. I repeated this action three or four times, and each time Ryan moaned louder and his pre-cum flowed more heavily.

“Fuckin’ look at that,” I heard Matt say over my shoulder, “Damn Sam…” “Shit,” someone else said, I think maybe Chris, in agreement. While I continued to slowly pump his rock hard dick, I looked up and saw Ryan with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, and I could feel his heart beat in his cock. I wanted Ryan to fully enjoy his experience, so I purposefully went at a slow pace. I looked up at his T-shirt, and could see his stomach and chest pulling in and pushing out at a pretty rapid pace. I also noticed his nipples were rock hard and pushing out his T. While my right hand jacked him, I brought my left hand to the bottom of Ryan’s T-shirt and worked it underneath. I ran my open palm over his tight stomach, and felt his body twitch and his cock get harder. “Fuuuccckkk,” Ryan moaned out, “shit dude…” I moved my hand upward, till it was resting on his chest. Slowly I moved my hand over to Ryan’s right nipple, and squeezed it with my thumb and fore finger. “Ahhh fuck dude…,” Ryan moaned louder, as a river of pre-cum flowed out of his cock slit and slid down his rigid shaft onto my hand. I moved my hand over to his left nipple and repeated the squeeze. “Shit dude…you’re fuckin’ killin’ me man…,” Ryan moaned again. This time when I squeezed his nipple, Ryan raised his ass off the chair and fucked his cock into my oiled hand. I continued to squeeze, alternating nipples, and Ryan kept fucking his rock hard cock into my hand. “Fuck Sam,” he moaned out, continuing to fuck my hand, “I don’t know how much more a this I can take….FUUCCKK!!”

I tightened the grip on Ryan’s cock and increased the pressure on his nipples. His chest was heaving in and out at a really fast pace, as he fucked his cock into my hand even harder. The guys behind me were silent, and the only sounds in the room was Ryan’s loud moaning and slapping of his oil and pre-jizz slicked cock hard fucking my closed fist. I watched as Ryan’s balls went up tight against his body, and I knew he was getting close. More and more pre-cum flowed out of swollen cock head, running down his shaft, coating my hand and his balls, and puddling between his legs on the chair.

Suddenly, Ryan gripped the arms of the chair harder and pushed up higher off the chair. His eyes were open, wide and staring at me, and his teeth were almost clinched. Ryan fucked my fist hard three or four times and told me not to stop pumping. Abruptly, Ryan stopped fucking my fist, and repeated what he said before. “Don’t fuckin’ stop bro…,” he said in a low husky voice, “I’m too fuckin’ close…don’t fuckin’ stop…” I increased the pressure on Ryan’s throbbing swollen cock, and jacked him at an even pace. After five or six jacks, the first shot erupted. “FUUUCCCKKK…,” Ryan yelled out, as the first shot fired out, going over his left shoulder. His “fucks” continued as another shot went in the same direction, a third shot landed on his chest, and two more shots hit the front of his T that covered his stomach. I was still jacking him after his fifth shot, when Ryan brought his hand down and pushed mine away. “I can’t take anymore,” he said almost laughing, with his head still tilted back.

I leaned back on my knees and looked at my right hand. It was covered with a mixture of baby oil and cum; mostly cum. For the benefit of the other guys, I held my hand away from my body as I got to my feet and made my way to the bathroom. I didn’t look at them before I went into the bathroom, but as I turned on the water at the sink I could hear a couple of them. “Wow…,” I heard Josh say, followed by Jackson’s “fuucckk…” I figured I must have made an impression on at least three of them!

When I got out of the bathroom, everything was back to normal. We all acted like we always did after somebody had lost and completed their “task;” the task was never mentioned and things went back to the way they were before.

The next Saturday night, Jackson and I were double-dating, taking the girls we were seeing to a movie. About an hour after I got home, I got a text from Jackson. “Need 2 talk 2 u bout something,” it said, “come get me” I texted him back, asking him what it was, but got no reply. As I drove to Jackson’s apartment I wondered what the hell was going on. I would soon find out that I had made more of an impression on Jackson than I had thought.

SUMMER SCHOOL IS OVER!!!!

summer school is finally over and i can start writing again!  thanks for being so patient with me, and i hope you enjoy "poker," the next story in the "straight college cock" series.  thanks again for reading my blog!

sam