Poker Obsession

by Dee

...Sal was always bragging about his dick, sometimes letting it dangle out...

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There they were all five of them playing poker at 2am. It was Friday and they were once again getting obsessed by their favourite pastime.

Marshall walked into the room after showering, his wet towel wrapped around his waist and his obvious bulge prominent. He sat down and said "deal me in". That wasn't unusual of course since most of the guys walked around in their underwear or gym shorts or even towels in the dorm.

Kyle had his gym shorts on as always and didn't care his gonads occasioually hung lower then the end of his shorts.

Pete loved his jockstrap and that's all he wore while Ryan wore his boxers as always too not caring his penis head would pop out of the fly.

"Mouse is loose" someone would say and he's stuff it back in with a usual comment like "glad you're watching".

Then there was Sal who was always bragging about his dick, sometimes letting it dangle out of his jockey shorts, "Can't keep it stuffed up for long, it has to breathe".

For some reason they all put up with each others near to vulgar actions about their cocks. And there were comments that made each of them believe that in secret they jacked off excessively, found the glory holes in the old gym basement or snuck down to the showers at 4 am where the lights were off, the water spray one and anonymous classmates participated in mutual stress relief.

"Get your hand out" Marshall said as Sal kept sneaking his hand up inside his towel. But they kept playing cards.

Then Marshall would spread his legs and Sal would peer as if he wanted to see Marshall's cock.

The joint they passed around and the beers turned the night into more lude behavior as they decided to bet their shorts.

That left Ryan and Kyle butt naked. Marshall, Sal and Pete played another hand. Sal lost and was soon wagging his penis at everyone. But Pete ignored him dealing another hand to Marshall and himself.

"Sal keep your fucking hands out or just crawl inside and blow me" Marshall yelled at one point.

The guys laughed but nobody expected Sal to do what he did next. He got on his hands and knees and stuck his head up inside Marshall's towel. Marshall yelled at him but didn't move away.

The look on his face changed. "What the fuck are you doing....shit man"

Sal was sucking Marshall's cock the group knew. The room grew quiet except for Marshall's moaning.

Kyle was stroking his meat and out of the corner of his eye looking at Pete's as he had moved to his hands and knees to watch Sal's sucking action. Marshall's towel was untied now and everyone could see Sal swallowing his erection.

Ryan reached out and touched Pete's butt then looked at Kyle and the two were soon petting and making little bites on Pete's buttocks. He yelped once or twice. "Shit at least one of you can lick can't you?"

He bent down allowing his buttocks to spread and Ryan ran his finger across the boys butthole. Ryan turned to look at Kyle just in time to meet his lips and they kissed then returned to the object they both had admired, licking, kissing and enjoying Pete's butt.

"Coming" Marshall said and they all watch the spurts of sperm arch into the air and land on the floor, Sal and the cards on the table.

"We gotta play cards more often" he said sighing.

It was Sal who offered the promise of the hours to come, "the game is far from over".

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