Nicole pulls a Joker!

"It's the first Joker!" Sarah says, pointing across the coffee table at Nicole. "You get to give a dare to everyone."

"Oh boy," Nicole said. "Fuck, I had ideas for individuals, not for everyone."

"You'll think of something," Matt said. "Just give her a minute, guys."

"Anyone want another drink while she's thinking?" Sarah asked.

Miranda raised her hand immediately. She'd been sneaking glances over at my naked abs and chest, and I was just waiting for her to meet my gaze. John held up a hand as well, following Miranda's lead, then Matt offered to help.

Fucking. Simp. I thought to myself. "Just grab a round for everyone," I said.

Sarah and Matt went out to the kitchen, leaving me with Miranda, John and Nicole.

"You can always just dare everyone to get naked," I suggested to Nicole.

"What? No, why would I do that?" Nicole said.

"Are you telling me you don't want to see the rest of me? Or John?" I asked.

"What?" John asked.

"No, of course not," Nicole panicked.

I huffed a laugh. "Alright, well you better come up with something good. Right now I think you're the big loser in this game, Nicole. Kissed Miranda twice, sitting without your panties?"

"Fuck off, Tom," John said. "Leave her alone."

"I'm pretty sure she can speak for herself," I said. "Well, Nicole? Are you going to get some payback here or what?"

Sarah led Matt back into the room. She immediately came over and handed me a beer like the good girl she was, letting Matt hand out the rest. I gave her a wink, and she turned to the group as she stood with one hand on my shoulder. "Well, Nicole? What did you come up with."

"Tom made a good point," Nicole said, making John and Matt raise their eyebrows in surprise.

Yeah, fuck you too, I thought.

"But it's going to bite him in the ass I think," Nicole continued. "I dare everyone to take off one piece of clothing - socks don't count!"

"Oooh, spicy," Sarah laughed.

Miranda seemed more intrigued than anything, glancing between the guys. I noticed her eyes lingered on me a bit longer. John and Matt, however, looked like they could break out into a cold sweat from anxiety.

"Well I'm definitely not backing out," I said, throwing down the challenge.

"Neither am I," Sarah said. She started to peel off her crop top, but I stopped her and motioned for her to let me whisper to her. "Good idea," she said. "I'll be right back." She darted into the hall.

"I'm not out either," Miranda said. She stood and unbuttoned her jeans - I guess they were so full of holes she felt like that would be the smallest change in her attire, considering we could see most of her nicely toned legs anyways. Miranda shimmied the tight waist and ass over her cute butt, hopping once to **** them down and inadvertently bouncing her tits in her baseball tee. Once the jeans were off, she slung them over the back of her couch, clad in a pair of soft pink panties that hugged her ass and showed off a little cheek, but didn't reveal anything else.

"Come on, boys," Sarah said, coming back into the room. She was holding her athletic bra and was still wearing her crop top like I suggested. This left the lowest curves of her bare tits teasing from under her shirt. "You got Miranda's pants off, and my girls are just begging to come out and say hello. Don't tell me you're out."

John and Matt looked to each other, and decided they were in. Matt took off his shirt - he was the skinnier of the two, though in my opinion he looked like a fucking scarecrow that hadn't seen the sun in years. His pasty chest was flat and bright white like the fucking moon. John, the slightly chunkier of the two guys, opted to drop his jeans. Underneath he was wearing a loose pair of boxers, an obvious tenting showing that Miranda and Sarah's loss of clothes was impacting him.

"Alright, Tom," Nicole said, grinning at me smugly. "I guess you don't have much of a choice."

"No, I don't," I said, standing up and stretching my arms over my head, once again showing off my physique. "Of course, Sarah knows this but you guys wouldn't," I continued, unbuttoning my jeans. "I don't wear underwear."

I dropped my pants, kicking them off of my feet, leaving me naked.

"Holy fuck," Miranda said, her eyes large as she took in the Hog.

"Oh my god," Nicole squealed, hiding her eyes behind her hands before immediately peeking through them.

"Dude, some warning please," Matt said, looking away.

John's eyes went wide as well, and he gulped like he'd just had a life changing realization that there were some people who were just better than him.

"Meet the Hog," I said, reaching down and fondling my cock. I was still soft, the little bit of teasing that had happened so far not enough to provoke more than a soft chub during Sarah's lap dance. I was a show-er, not a grower, as they say, and soft the Hog hung about nine inches between my legs.

"Tom, no one calls it the Hog but you," Sarah said.

"That's so gross," Nicole said, but I noted that she wasn't looking away any more.

"Do I need to bring up those texts from last Saturday?" I asked Sarah.

She immediately flushed. "OK, so maybe, sometimes, people call it the Hog."

I just stood there for a moment, cock in hand, letting the girls get a good look. Sarah had experienced the Hog plenty, but she still licked her lips when she looked at it. Miranda was biting the corner of her bottom lip, looking like she couldn't comprehend what she was looking at, but also curious. Nicole kept up the 'I can't watch, but I can't look away' routine.

The guys were even funnier - Matt tried his damnedest to look anywhere but at me, while John would glare at me, get this guilty look, then look to Miranda and see her still looking at me.

"Alright, Sarah," I said, ending the show and patting her on the ass next to me. "Let's get this game moving."

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