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I put my cards down and laughed when Jeff stood up and shimmied out of his jeans. He was losing clothes faster than any of us, due to his coming to the table without shoes. Jason took off his t-shirt. Bruce pulled off his belt and tossed it behind him. He was such a sore loser. Brad stood up and unbuttoned his shirt in a striptease. Karen watched
him appreciatively, licking her lips a bit when he revealed his pecs.
Brad was something of a pretty boy, but he worked out obsessively, so he was definitely buff. Not to be outdone, Roberto stood up and did the same, swinging his shirt in an arc over his head and gyrating in a circle. He was shorter than any of us, but made up for his size with a Latino ego the size of Mexico.
Karen clapped when he sat down. Pete had already shucked his shirt and was stacking the cards for the next deal. A man of few words, was Pete.
The next hand was dealt, and I studied the poker faces surrounding me. Jason was the easiest to read. His face was sober enough. His scruffy red beard and mustache added a few years to his youthful face, but his blue eyes gleamed whenever he had a good hand.
Bruce’s perpetual scowl hid nearly every emotion, but his jaw muscles would relax slightly when things were going his way. He raked a hand through his salt and pepper hair, and flicked his eyes around the group, studying them like I was. This might be a friendly game of strip poker, but it was still poker, and we were a competitive crew.
Except Jeff. He didn’t care who won, as long as Karen lost all of her clothes. His blue eyes were predominantly on her breasts, barely covered by a lacy pink bra. I admired her rack again, since it was on display. I had to thank Jeff for bringing Karen here. Even though she was married, Jeff had been banging her pretty regularly. She had become
a firehouse fixture.
She was hot, I had to admit. Her long hair was honey-colored, and her legs went on and on beneath one of the tightest asses imaginable. Karen had gotten pretty friendly with all of us, and had even cooked dinner a few times for what she called her “poor, starving firemen.”
The strip poker had been Brad’s idea. He was the prankster of the group, always playing practical jokes and getting his ass in trouble. Despite his easygoing grin and relaxed attitude, he had the best poker face of the group. The bastard would smile lazily at times, prompting the others to fold, but half the time he was holding a pile of nothing.
Roberto was too hyper to be a decent player. He was constantly in motion, driving the others crazy with his foot-tapping, or shuffling his cards together, or bouncing in his chair. He was looking at Karen at the moment, grinning as he flexed the tattoo on his right bicep, making the serpent dance. Karen watched his muscles move appreciatively. I had the feeling
Karen would be amenable to a threesome with any of us. She seemed to have a thing for firefighters in general, and we were the best looking group in the district, maybe even the state.
Pete cleared his throat, a signal for the rest of us to get on with the game. Pete was too serious, by far. There had been much speculation that Pete was gay, until he came in one weekend with a wedding ring on his finger. After much good-natured ribbing, Pete had admitted marrying someone named Kelly. It had been days later when Brad had casually suggested
Kelly was also a man’s name.
Now we were back to speculating that Pete was gay, but never in Pete’s hearing, because Pete was hugely muscled and could pound any of us into mincemeat. None of us wanted to get on Pete’s bad side. We didn’t care one way or the other, but it was fun to wonder about it. I had noticed Pete checking out Karen’s boobs like the rest of us, so maybe Pete was just as
hetero as the other horn dogs here. And me, I admitted, checking out the cleavage again.
Karen tossed her hair over her shoulder, causing her breasts to jiggle nicely. She actually had a good poker face, and had been holding her own. Jeff had clearly expected her to lose all her clothes immediately, but he was the one in danger of being the first one naked. Not that he cared. Jeff swaggered around in boxers more than the rest of us combined.
Karen suddenly tossed her cards on the table.
“This is silly,” she said. “We all know Jeff is going to lose.”
“I’ll get naked right now if you want me to, baby,” Jeff said and laughed.
“Okay!” Karen agreed eagerly. Jason moaned.
“Oh, come on!” Jason said and moaned. “No one wants to see Jeff’s hard-on. Again.”
“I do!” Karen cried.
“What do you mean, again?” I asked Jason. “When did you see it?”
“Spare me, Keith,” Jason snapped, turning nearly as red as his hair. “You know Jeff’s practically a nudist, the way he walks around in here.”
“I think Jason protests too much,” Brad said.
“Yeah, he wants to see it,” Roberto agreed. “Whip it out, Jeffie-boy! Let’s see what you got, gringo!”
“Ha! I’ll match your little Latin lapiz any day, amigo!” Jeff crowed and stood up. He shoved his boxers down and wiggled like a male stripper. His partially-erect cock swayed from his sandy-colored pubic hair. Karen giggled. Not to be outdone, Roberto rose and shimmied out of his jeans and white Jockeys.
“Take a look at this, muchacha! I could do you so much better than Jeffie-boy!” He thrust his hips forward in a parody of fucking, and I clapped a hand over my face.
“My eyes!” I yelled. “They burn!” I peeked through my fingers at Karen, who couldn’t take her eyes from Roberto. Truthfully, for a little guy, he was well-endowed.
Brad, the instigator of all things better off not instigated, said, “Maybe we should have a contest. Karen picks the winner.”
Jason snorted. “It’s not the size, it’s how you use it!”
“So speaks the man with the itty bitty dick,” Bruce said with a laugh, spreading finger and thumb to indicate a three-inch span.
“Shut up!” Jason flared hotly. It was so easy to get his temper going, and Bruce loved to dig at him. Those two were constantly going at it.
“Maybe Karen can decide based on performance, then,” Brad suggested.
I looked at Jeff, as did the rest of us. Karen had gotten pretty friendly with all of us, but she had never gone beyond the shoulder massage and butt-patting stage. Jeff shrugged.
“It’s up to Karen. I’m not afraid to go up against you guys,” he goaded.
“I’d like to see the merchandise, first,” Karen said.
“Come on, Brad,” Jeff said. “You talk the talk. Let’s see the walk.”
Brad grinned and pushed away from the table to take off the rest of his clothing. His skin was beacon-pale in the untanned areas, making it look like he still wore clothes. He shrugged as if not concerned that the rest of us were checking him out.
Jason’s face was buried in his hands. “You guys are all crazy!” he yelled.
“You just don’t want to admit your unrequited lust for Keith,” Bruce said tauntingly. Jason’s head rose angrily, but I said, “Hey, leave me out of this, Bruce.”
Bruce just smiled. “Fine, I’ll be next.” He got up and shucked his clothes. I didn’t bother checking out Bruce, since he was starting to annoy me. Karen was definitely interested, though. She was getting awfully flushed.
“Well, Keith?” Bruce said, so I stood up and joined the rest of them in nakedness.
“What if we get a call?” Jason demanded. “What if someone comes in?”
“Give it a rest, Chicken Little. And take it off, or get out,” Bruce snapped.
“Fuck you, Bruce!” Jason snarled.
“You wish, pansy boy!”
Jason launched himself to his feet, but Pete stopped potential violence by putting a hand on Jason’s arm.
“Chill, Jason,” Pete said. “You don’t have to play if you don’t want to.”
Jason calmed down and looked at Karen. “You guys suck,” he said, but he yanked his pants off with a scowl.
“Jesus, Jason,” Bruce said and burst out laughing. “Are you a goddamn porn star on the side?”
“Shut up, asshole.” Jason’s whole body turned red with embarrassment.
“Shit, man!” Roberto added. “It’s like you got another arm!”
The rest of us thought that was hilarious, and Jason pouted angrily.
“How about you, Pete?” Jeff asked, silencing the hilarity. Pete shrugged and stood up before taking off his clothes, as well.
“I’m not interested in the performance side of things, because Kelly would have my balls on a plate, but I don’t mind showing up the rest of you losers.”
Pete wasn’t kidding. He was fucking huge. I suddenly hoped Kelly was a woman, because if not… ouch. I decided I didn’t want to think about that ever again. Karen clapped her hands.
“I feel like a kid in a candy store,” she said with a giggle. “I also feel overdressed.”
She got up and slipped out of the pink bra. The rest of her clothes joined the lingerie on the floor and all of the poles in the room suddenly stood up straighter.
“Who’s first?” she asked seductively. Four hands went up, including mine. We decided to draw straws—Pete’s idea—and I ended up third, after Bruce and Brad. Roberto, always prepared, threw a huge assortment of condoms on the table.
“I don’t know where you’ve been, gringos,” he said while Brad guffawed.
“Jesus, ‘Berto, you carry all those around with you?”
Robert winked. “The chicas like firemen. You gotta be ready, you know.”
I carried a couple in my own wallet, but not a dozen in multicolored varieties. Bruce wasted no time grabbing a condom and pressing Karen back onto the sturdy pine table. He thrust into her excitedly, crowing about being first. The rest of us watched and gave him unhelpful pointers. He didn’t have much by way of technique, and we all shouted out numbers like
Olympic judges when he was finished.
“Five point five,” Pete said with a laugh, tallying the scores. He was the only one dressed, having put his clothes back on after showing off his package.
“Assholes,” Bruce said as he headed for the bathroom to clean up.
Brad seemed more inclined to take it slow, and got extra points for foreplay by kissing and fondling at Karen’s breasts. I figured he was one of those guys that spent a lot of time on sex under normal circumstances. Karen seemed to enjoy him a lot, judging by the moaning sounds she made. Brad earned a seven point five, which probably would have been higher if Jeff
hadn’t petulantly given him a four.
If Karen didn’t come with Brad, she did a damn fine job faking it, and Brad threw his hands up as though scoring a touchdown.
I decided to try something different, and had Karen sprawl facedown while I thrust into her from behind. I knew the penetration was deeper that way, and I loved to watch my cock slide in and out of her slick hole. I nearly forgot the other guys were there, and ignored them when they yelled the scores. For all that she was obviously well-used, Karen was pretty tight,
and her gorgeous ass felt great in my hands. I came into the gold-colored condom I wore, and pulled out of her with a satisfied smile.
I felt like thanking Jeff, who was next. I hoped he wouldn’t resent the rest of us, but I didn’t worry about it as I took my turn in the bathroom. I dressed when I came out, and watched the others take their turns. Roberto scored extra points for enthusiasm and for talking dirty in both English and Spanish, but Brad was the clear winner. Although obviously
larger than the rest of us, Jason proved the “size doesn’t matter” theory when his own nervousness—and possibly over-excitement from being last—caused him to come almost immediately after sliding into Karen. The rest of us tried not to laugh too hard, even Bruce.
Karen took her turn in the bathroom and I wondered that she could even walk after that, but she smiled at all of us and had Jeff escort her to her car. If he was disturbed by our little gang-bang, he didn’t show it. If not, I hoped we could convince him to bring her back next weekend…
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