Poker Night

The next day I was useless at work. All I could think about was watching Gary with my girlfriend the day before and all of the incredible sex that had followed. It seeped into my every thought. Added to this was the fact that every time I would see young Billy my imagination would run wild. He was next. This teen, barely a man, was to be the next to have my beautiful Jane.

Fuckin hell. It took all I had not to go rub one out at lunch time.

We had talked about it at length but hadn't yet settled on exactly how or when we were going to approach Billy. We still hadn't decided whether it would be her or I to make the proposal. But our target had been acquired.

As it so happened lady luck was with us. The fates had aligned in our favor that very night.

Thursday evening was my weekly poker game with the guys. I had seriously considered jamming out on it to go another few rounds with Jane but I decided to resist my raging carnal impulses and hang with the guys. Besides...knowing what I knew now I wanted to take a good look at the men who would fuck my girl. Looking at them now in a whole new way.

I pull up to Dennis' big two story house. He usually hosted the poker nights. His wife Rachel was nosy and controlling so if it didn't take place here Dennis usually couldn't come out for it. He and his wife were an odd couple. Him a huge bear of a man and her a scrawny shrewish woman. She had been pretty hot back in high school but with three kids and a ring on her finger it meant she didn't look after her looks like she once did. I knew Dennis was pretty miserable in his hen pecked marriage. But he had a nice house, a comfortable life, and he loved his kids so he just made the most of it. Of all of us Dennis looked forward to this night with the guys most of all. The one night he could just chill out and relax. Rachel knew to keep her distance once the group of us got going.

Dennis might end up being the hardest of the group to get, but I had a strong feeling he would jump at the chance to be with another woman if it was handled correctly. I wasn't positive, but that was what my gut told me.

I park and can't stop a little smile from coming to my face as I see Gary's familiar Honda parked across the street. I get out and head to the front door. I ring the doorbell and wait.

Rachel answers. “John.” She says with an icy politeness.

“Hey Rachel.” I say back.

She steps to the side. I enter, say hello to the kids, then hurry down to the basement. I can already hear talking and laughter as I descend.

Dennis had the poker table set out as usual, smack in the middle of his open semi-finished basement. Shelves and storage boxes lined two of the walls. Another had the the washer and dryer. And the last had sports memorabilia hung on it and an old fridge which was always well stocked with Rolling Rock.

Dennis' bearded face had a bright smile upon it as he chuckled along with whatever story Peter had just told them. Surely another story of sexual exploit knowing him. Some day Jane would be the subject of such a tale. He generally didn't name names, but he always went into graphic detail. Someday he would tell some other group of men about the time he....

I could feel my breath pick up.

GAH! God, I had to stay focused. This was getting crazy! I was horny all the fucking time!

Greetings are shared between us.

When Gary sees me his grins from ear to ear and a bright blush colors his cheeks. I give him a knowing wink and watch as he giggles to himself and gets real quiet. I grab a beer from the fridge and take my spot. “Mike can't make it tonight.” I say. “They've got him working overtime almost every night right now.”

“Poor bastard.” Dennis commiserates. “Brandon's out too.” This surprised nobody. Brandon was a bro but he was unreliable to say the least. Outside of the gym the dude's life was complete chaos. “Billy coming?” Dennis asks.

“Yeah, he'll be here in a bit.” I say.

“Oh good!” Peter quips. “We can get a kids table all set up in the corner. He and Dennis' kids can play Go Fish and drink their juice boxes.”

We all laugh. Me inviting Billy to these poker nights had not been without resistance. The rest of us were roughly the same age, Billy was by far the odd man out. Despite the joking Billy had eventually been accepted as one of us.

We chat and bullshit and joke around as we always do and it is not long before Billy arrives. Cards are dealt and the game starts.

I am usually a pretty fair poker player but as it was with work that day I am off. Way off. I can't help but look around at these men in a whole new way. Seeing them each for the first time in a sexual light. In my imagination I even see Mike and Brandon sitting in their usual spots. I had to admit, we were a good looking group of guys. The lot of us, even Gary, were active and it wasn't uncommon for us to play some hoops or touch football when we found the time. Except for Billy we were all in our mid twenties.

Ignoring Gary for the moment I look around to those present, and imagine the ones who weren't, and measure them up one by one.

Billy. The baby of the group. Jane was right, he was kind of cute. For a guy. He was lean, fit, and still had a fresh faced boyish look to his features. He was six foot tall and had striking blue eyes and healthy head of wavy blonde hair. He was outgoing and full of good humor. I had honestly never had a negative interaction with him, which was one of the reasons we so quickly became friends. He could be a tad over energetic, ignorant, and even rude at times, but nothing out of the ordinary for a guy his age. He worked as an mailroom clerk in my office and was generally well liked.

Peter. The playboy. Same height as me, 5' 11”, and about the same weight, 180 pounds. We even looked similar in our facial features, though I had to admit he was probably the more handsome of us. Except for the fact that he had black hair and gray eyes, whereas I had brown hair and blue eyes, we might have been slightly mismatched twins. He purposely kept a short scruff on his face and it suited him well. What really set him apart is that he was one smooth mother fucker around the ladies. Suave, confident, and just exuding a raw sexual energy. Around us he let his guard down and was just one of the guys, but I had seen him in his element and it was a sight to behold. He pulled tail like no one else I'd ever met.

Brandon. The gym rat. Shorter than the rest of us but built like a Greek god. The dude had muscles on top of his muscles. He wasn't extraordinarily massive but one look at the guy and you knew he spent long hours in the gym. He was freaking ripped! He had short ginger hair and pale hazel eyes. Brandon was fucking animal and a hell of a lot of fun to be around...in small doses. He would surely be a wild ride for Jane. I chuckle to myself and jokingly wonder if I ought to bring a taser in case things get out of hand.

Dennis. The family man. Big and hairy he had short brown hair with matching colored eyes and a full well trimmed beard. At 6' 4” he was the tallest of us, and his barrel chest and tree trunk limbs made him by far the heaviest as well. Like Gary, Dennis was a sweet heart of a man. Patient, friendly, just a good man and a stand up friend through thick and thin. An excellent father as well. He had knocked Rachel up, the first girl he ever slept with, in high school and married her soon after. I would love to let Dennis have a go at my girl, not just because of my new fetish but because I think it would be good for him to test the field a bit. Also, looking at his huge meaty hands and those thick fingers, I couldn't help but wonder what he was packing down below. I'm not sure why I wondered that, but it was suddenly all I could think about when I looked at him.

Then there was Micheal. My best friend. One of only five black kids in the graduating class of my affluent suburban high school. He was coolness personified. Smooth and easy going he carried himself with a quiet manly confidence. He was taller than me, 6' 2”, and had a fine classic physique on him. Not shredded like Brandon, but his athletic body was toned and well defined. He kept his head clean shaven and wore an impeccably trimmed goatee. We'd been through a lot he and I and had been nearly inseparable through our school years. I was always welcome in his house and he in mine as we grew up, truly more a brother than a friend. We learned to drive together, to fight together, to pick up girls together. In fact I had been out with Mike when I met Jane for the first time. She had actually been trying to pick him up, but she and I ended up hitting it off instead.

We play and I lose. We play and I lose. We play and I lose some more. I was having the worst poker night of my life, no question.

Peter finally jokes as he wins a hand. “Jesus John, you're fuckin head's in the clouds today.”

I chuckle. “Yeah.” I look across to Gary who had a silly grin on his face when he sees me looking. “Just thinking about something else I guess.”

“Ha ha! Well, all the better for the rest of us.” He pulls in his winnings. Looking at his watch he says. “Shit, I've gotta go.”

“What!” Dennis protests. “You can't just take a pot like that and leave! Let us win it back!”

Peter laughs. “Sorry big guy. Better luck next time.”

Dennis leans back and stretches out his long arms. “Guhhh. I should go tell the kids their bedtime stories anyways.” He slaps me on the back. “Be right back. You guys keep playing.” You knew from experience he'd be gone fifteen to twenty minutes putting the kids to bed.

Peter collects his winnings and the pair of them head upstairs.

Gary takes the deck of cards and begins to shuffle. Looking across the table I realize it was just me, Gary, and Billy. Gary already knew what my girlfriend and I were up to. Billy was our next target.

An idea hits me like a bolt of lightning. As Gary casually shuffles and chats with Billy I pull out my phone and quickly text Jane.

>>> You home? Alone?

It only takes a few moments to get a response.

Yeah, just chillin. <<<

>>> You ready for Billy? Tonight?

Really! Tonight!? Serious? <<<

>>> You ready or no?

In an instant the response comes back.

HELL YEAH!!!!! <<<

There were a bunch of cutesy and naughty emojis following that “HELL YEAH” that told me she was as excited as I was.

>>> Get ready, I'm bringing him home with me. We won't be too long.

I hear Billy laugh. “Shit, you look happy for a guy who has lost over two hundred bucks.”

I pocket my phone and look up at him. His bright young face beaming back at me. “Sure am.” I wave to Gary. “Come on Gary, deal those cards. I feel my luck is changing.”

I finish my beer, lick my lips, then wait patiently for the cards to be dealt.