A Summer at the Farm Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

A Summer at the Farm Ch. 07

... he had a smirk on his face which was saying it all.

I wondered where else he was getting off considering the very small pool of available women in the region.

Maybe he could give me some tips on hooking up with the MILFs at the store. Then I thought, maybe I had already run into his wife. Could you imagine if I had fucked her?

"So, what do we do with this cards' game, any suggestion kiddo?"

I was surprised that Dave asked for my input, just like I was belonging to the group.

"I don't know, I'm not that good at poker but I'm up for anything."

"I'm sure you're a quick learner." Dave winked at me and tapped my thigh.

"Why don't we go old school?" Joe proposed.

"What do you mean?"

"A good old strip poker! The loser takes off his clothes; winner keeps them on!"

The other guys chuckled.

"We already know Blake here is up for anything but, come on, we've seen enough of your cock when it hangs out from your shorts, Joe, don't you think?" Bob replied.

"You're chickening out my friend? Afraid of showing your little wiener to the rest of us?" Dave had immediately jumped on board with the idea.

"I ain't afraid of shit, man."

The alcohol was not helping me thinking clearly although I could definitely tell we were walking into a dangerous territory.

I sank into my seat a little.

It was too late though; everyone had already agreed to take part to the "strip poker" and I could not be the buzz kill.

I had done strip poker a few times on ...

... campus, but only when there were hot babes involved.

There was definitely no pussy to uncover in that damn over-heated kitchen.

It had already been decided though. Dave and Joe moved the table so we would sit on four chairs in a sort of a circle and it was game on!

Joe was on my right, Dave on my left, and Bob was facing me -- his smile still glued on his face.

I had never been self-conscious about my body so I was not too worried about showing off, even in front of these guys, but I did feel a distinct tickling in my stomach thinking about Joe undressing in front of three other dudes.

I found myself with a loosie game from the start, having only a couple of pairs to show for.

I folded but it worked in my favour since over-confident Dave thought he had it and he was beat to the punch by Joe.

He lost his tank-top and slapped his beer belly. Full dad's body indeed.

"Wait, let's go back to the rules, here. You guys are not wearing anything more than I am, right? I only have those shorts, sandals and underwear left." He noted.

"Same." Bob and I replied.

"I don't even have any underwear on." Joe pointed out, grabbing his prominent bulge. "I don't mind the game being unfair, I never lose at poker anyway."

The second round proved him wrong immediately and joe threw his sandals in the air, letting us see... and smell his two gigantic bare feet.

I swallowed my saliva and I tried to relax.

The worst thing that could have happened to me was to get hard ...