My Luck Runs Out

“Well fuck.” I said laying down my cards. Nothing had gone my way that hand. And now it was going to cost me my boxers.

Like the rest of the group I took the easy way out and slide the boxers off under the table. I was thankful for Leo’s loss in that it had helped soften my cock that had been growing when Marty and Sasha had stripped.

The chair felt weird under my now bare ass. I looked at my cards and breathed a sigh of relief as I saw the two pair in my cards.

“My lucks over as well I guess.” Autumn said as she laid down her cars.

She opted to slide her jeans off under the table. I didn’t have a vantage point to see any new skin. My disappointment only lasted so long as the next hand of cards were turned over.