Date: Tue, 31 May 2016 11:13:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Playing For Stakes

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You had to admit, the kid was one hell of a poker player. I guess he got a
lot of practice with his buddies, those long boring nights in the dorm out
there in the middle of West Bumfuck, Texas. Just like me and Chad did, back
in our day. It wasn't all that much more exciting here tonight, but there
was something in the sultry late-spring air. Heavy storms in the
forecast. Not much to do in this small town. Two divorced men and a big
college kid, drinking beers, playing a few hands, until Seb shot us both a
sly grin and suggested we make things more interesting. When he suggested
strip poker, Chad shot me a look and a grin, and all those memories of
slow, hot nights at school came back in a rush. A rush I felt in my cock,
and I'm sure Chad did too, because damn, they were some fun times. Then
Chad pulled a bottle of Patron out of the cabinet, Seb's eyes lit up, and I
knew things were about to get very interesting indeed.

I figured with our combined experience, we'd have the kid beat, but no, he
kept right up with us, until we were all down to jockstraps. That had been
a bit of a surprise, seeing the bright orange McDavid the kid was sporting
under his shorts, and his eyes had sure widened when he saw us jocked up
too. He was even more like us than we'd thought, I guess. But he just
grinned and rolled with it, and when Chad suggested we stop before things
got too far and somebody wound up bareass, the look of disappointment on
Seb's face got me and Chad sharing another surprised, intrigued look. We
were loose, buzzed, having a good time, and it wasn't even that late. None
of us wanted to stop playing games. This is where things had always gotten
interesting. Me and Chad had been playing all kinds of games since we were
kids, games that had gotten progressively more fun as we grew up.

"Alright then," Seb said, kicking back, his long, solid baseball jock body
smooth and muscled like ours had been. He looked perfectly confident and at
ease, down to his jock with the big boys. "How about... loser gives the
winner a lap dance?"

I almost choked on my drink. Chad just gaped at him. Seb kept smiling.

"What? Y'all chicken or something?" he said. Chad and I shot each other
another look. Fuck no, we weren't chicken. We'd played for stakes like that
in our dorm room poker days. Played for much bigger stakes, in fact. But
playing on this level with Seb was a whole other story. Still, he was
dealing the cards again, and Chad was pouring shots for all three of us, so
I figured fuck it, we'd see where this went. A night like this, anything
could happen.

I folded early, stood up from the table to grab a cigarette and watch the
intense face-off between them. Really began to notice how alike they
looked, as I sipped on a fresh beer. And then finally, the decisive
moment. Chad laid out his hand, a straight flush, and sat back in his chair
with a triumphant expression, big arms up behind his head, relaxed and
confident and ready for his reward. Seb's face was impassive, just as
relaxed, one hell of a poker face, as he showed his hand. A royal flush.

"Oh shit," I laughed. "He got you, bro!"

Chad glowered at me, shot me the bird. My big brother could be a sore loser
sometimes. Seb just grinned at him, pushed his chair back, big athletic
thighs spread comfortably as he motioned at his lap with his head.

"Well come on, Dad," he grinned easily, then looked at me. "How `bout some
tunes, Unc?"

I stepped over to the iPod, scrolled through, found some old Stones. Chad
was standing up, and fuck if he wasn't filling out the big black pouch of
his jock some more as he stepped around the table, an intent look on his
eyes. You could always count on him to rise to a challenge, take it by the
horns, and as "Emotional Rescue" started up, Seb looking up at him with a
heavy-lidded, expectant smile, Chad rose to the challenge indeed.

Watching my big brother work his hips, the big muscles of his ass flexing,
a light sheen of sweat beginning to glow on his skin, I was
captivated. That big muscular body of his, you wouldn't necessarily expect
him to have much rhythm, much less finesse, but he could've made money
doing this. Seb was captivated too, and I could see the orange mesh of his
jock pouch growing, shifting, as he watched his dad dance for him. When
Chad straddled the big kid, laid his forearms on his broad young shoulders
and sank slowly down, I heard the kid's husky grunt. Nearly let out one of
my own, as I reached down to squeeze myself. I watched Chad nestle his big,
full pouch against the kid's, locking eyes with him. The vibe had
changed. Chad had lost the game, but had taken control, and his big hunky
kid was putty in his hands now.

"You chicken, kid?" Chad growled, as he began to work his hips.

"No sir," Seb said huskily, face flushed, but I recognized that determined
look in his eyes. He was the perfect mirror of his Dad even more now. And
then he clapped his big young hands on Chad's thick, muscular thighs, slid
them up to the straps of Chad's jock. "Now you gonna dance for me, Dad, or
what?"

Chad gave me a can you believe this little fucker? look over his shoulder,
then tipped me a wink and set to work. Seb continued to slide his hands up
and down the thickness of his Dad's big quads, then slowly up over the hard
flex of his muscular ass, playing with the straps, eyes roving hungrily
over the rolling, sweat-glowing muscles before him, before shooting his Dad
a sexy grin.

"Fuck yeah, Dad," he growled. "Work that big sexy ass, stud."

"Yeah, you liking this, kid?" Chad growled back as he worked that thick
body of his even more intently. They were both full-blown hard now, and
there was a fog of lust in the air to go with the smoke, the music, the
smells of sweat and tequila and beer. Things had gotten intense. There was
that feeling of electricity, like when a storm's about to break. Like
anything could happen.

"Fuck yeah I am, big guy," Seb said, then reached over for his shot glass,
dumped the rest of the tequila down his throat, and grabbed hold of Chad's
grinding, flexing, bulging glutes and pulled him in tighter. Chad grunted,
folded his big forearms round the kid's neck, and ground on him harder,
bulge to bulge. Their eyes locked, glassy with unmistakeable lust now. Then
one of Seb's hands slid up his Dad's back, cupped the back of his neck,
pulled him in, and then kissed him hungrily.

"Fuck!" I grunted, but they paid me no mind, as Chad growled and fed his
big, hot kid his tongue, ground harder up against him, and the two began to
feel each other up in earnest, lips smacking loudly as they grunted lustily
and took their kiss even deeper. Chad and I had history like this, we'd
fooled around together and with a few buds every now and then when we were
Seb's age, and since we'd both got divorced, we still made time to play
when the mood was right. But this, this was a whole other level. Watching
my brother and his son grind and sloppily kiss and grope was insanely
hot. I hauled my cock out the side of my jock and began to stroke it, slick
with precum, getting lost in the intense, taboo vibe with them. Watched Seb
take his Dad's big hand, bring it down between them, over his big young
bulge.

"You feel that, Dad?" he said. "You got me so fuckin' hard, stud. Hard for
your sexy ass."

"Yeah, Son?" Chad grinned, squeezing and rubbing his boy's cockbulge. "What
you gonna do with that?"

Seb leaned up and slid his tongue back into Chad's mouth, kissed him hard
and deep, returning his hands to Chad's thick ass, squeezing and spreading
it wide.

"Gonna fuck you with it, Dad," he growled. "Claim my winnings. You game,
big guy? I know you and Unc play too. Wanna play like that with your own
kid?"

Jesus fuck, he really was a chip off the old block, that same sexy
self-confidence Chad had always had, in spades. That both of us had,
especially when it got down to it like this, man to man, close. I watched
him push Chad back off his lap and up, standing up to him, chest to chest,
taking hold of his Dad's neck once again to kiss him deep, then easily,
confidently turning Chad around to lean on the table. Sinking to his knees
with a hungry grin, hands on those big thick cheeks, then leaning in close
to bury his face between them. His happy, hungry growls were matched by
Chad's, my brother's eyes rolling up a little as I knew his son had found
his target, that sweaty, salty, furry tight knot of muscle deep down. Chad
and I looked at each other, and with a couple steps, I was by his side and
he was pulling me in to kiss, the taste of tequila and beer on his tongue
as we fed on each other hungrily, our grunts echoed by Seb's hungry, sloppy
growls down deep in his dad's powerful ass.

"Your boy's one hell of a poker player, huh bro," I chuckled as we came up
for air, panting and sweating. All Chad could do was grunt and nod in
agreement as he pushed that thick ass back on his boy's face.

"Y'all ain't seen nothin' yet," Seb said as he came up for air, face wet
with spit and sweat, grabbing hold of me to kiss me like he'd kissed his
Dad. Then he hauled his big young baseball jock dick out of that studly
orange McDavid, lined it up to Chad's sweat and spit-slicked crevice, and
took his prize.