Poker Night 2

After dinner I hug and kiss my girlfriend goodbye and get the hell out of there before she comes at me again. I had joked with Mike that I was worried my dick was going to fall off thanks to all of the action I was getting, today I was genuinely concerned! As I go I am smiling ear to ear however, that had been one hell of a day at home.

As I pull up to Dennis's house I could see the guys were all there. Even Brandon's little shitbox was parked out front. It would be a full table at poker tonight.

I knew something was up the second I step out of my car. Sitting on the front porch was Rachel. When she sees me she stands up and begins to approach. She obviously wanted to talk to me alone and before I got inside.

Ohhh fuck. She never did this. What did she know!?

We meet in the driveway. Her hair was worn up and she had on a plain white blouse and tan slacks. As always her clothes fit her skinny frame loosely.

“Hello Rachel.” I say in a chipper tone. “Nice day today.”

She ignores my pleasantries. “What did you and my husband get up to last night?” Her voice was accusatory and her expression simmering with barely disguised anger.

I try to laugh her off. “He came over and fixed a thing we had going on with the sink. Didn't he tell you?”

“Yeah, he told me.” Her eyes narrow. “Funny, he didn't open his toolbox while he was there.”

How the fuck did she know that?

She continues. “And when he got home I couldn't smell his cologne. I did smell a different kind of shampoo though. He showered at your place.”

“Uh.” Fuck, I was dealing with Sherlock Holmes here. “He got sweaty fixing the sink. Just jumped in for a quick shower before he...”

“Showered at your place instead of at home. Weird. Funny he got so dirty as his clothes were perfectly clean.” She steps up closer to me. “He was in a very good mood when he got home last night.”

“Rachel, I don't know what you are trying to imply, but this sounds like something you should be talking to Dennis about.” I tried my best to keep my face and voice steady, it was difficult however as I knew she was on to the truth.

“Brandon is telling the guys he was with your girlfriend's sister at your house. Is this true?”

“Oh Jesus Christ Rachel. It was her birthday, Brandon was a stripper, things got out of hand.” The lies were building up now.

“Was Jane's sister at your house last night?”

“No.” I answer truthfully.

“Was Jane?” She asks right back.

“Rachel...”

Just then we hear the door to the house shut. Looking over we see Dennis approaching and by the look on his face he seemed to know exactly what was going on. She had obviously raked him over the coals as well.

“Rachel, I told you to leave John alone when he got here.” He then, to my great surprise, interjects himself between us, causing Rachel to be **** back a step. He puts an arm around my shoulders and leads me back toward his house with hardly a glance as his wife.

“Dennis!” She snaps at him.

In a sharp voice I'd rarely heard from the normally gentle giant, especially when talking to his wife, he says. “I TOLD you we'd talk about it later. Tonight is my night with the guys. This is MY night, you know that.”

“Dennis!” Her voice shifts from angry to hurt.

“Leave us be woman. We'll talk later I said.” He leads me into the house.

“Jesus dude, she knows something happened.” I whisper.

“She suspects, that's all.” He replies. Closing the door behind him he looks around. Kids were upstairs, the guys in the basement, and his wife outside. We were alone for the moment. He grabs my head and kisses it. “I've been doing some thinking.”

“You're going to come out to Rachel?”

“No.” He says, he was talking fast knowing at any moment someone may walk in. “Listen, if you ever want what we did again, the deal still stands.”

“The deal?”

“I help you and you help me.” He stares intensely at me with those baby blues of his. Cucking for gay sex? Oh geez. I go to reply but he cuts me off. “Don't answer, I know what you'll say. Just know that the offer is open.” He then looks nervously over his shoulder. “Come on, before Rachel comes in.”

And with that we are heading down to the basement. I hear the usual laughing and joking as I descend the stairs. As I get to the bottom I see the group of them smiling and chuckling and having a good time, though Mike had a confused look on his face. He looks relieved to see me.

I take my spot between Mike and Dennis.

Micheal slaps a hand on my shoulder. “Good to see you man.”

“Hey Mike. Hey guys.” I very gingerly take my seat, careful to be gentle on my sore empty balls.

They all greet me.

“Fuck.” Mike starts. “These guys are something else tonight. Dennis is giggling like a school girl. Gary here finally got laid. Billy's going on about being hung like a horse and fucking other men's girls. Peter's telling us about some chick he had begging for his dick. And Brandon says he banged Emma! Is that true!? Emma!?”

I look around the room to see knowing smirks grinning back at me. Dennis, Peter, and Billy had figured out they had almost all been with my girlfriend. Gary I couldn't tell. For all of their talk though they managed to speak around it and had kept Mike and Brandon in the dark. This was weird to say the least.

Micheal laughs. “He said it was her...birthday?”

“Er...yeah.” Shit, I didn't put two and two together on that one. Emma and Mike weren't close, but they knew each other. AND I happened to remember that Mike had been with me when Jane was out with her sister for Emma's actual birthday a few months ago. This shit was getting tough to keep track of. We had to finish this thing off soon. The secret would not hold much longer. Once I got Mike we could have the final big fling and it would finally be open between us all. “It was pretty crazy.” I say with a cringe.

I saw in his eyes that Mike knew something was up but he just nodded, knowing he and I could speak openly later. “Fuckin madhouse tonight.” Was all he said.

It didn't get better either.

As the game progresses everything Mike had described only continues and escalates. Dennis is downright ebullient. He talks loudly and excitedly, laughing much more than usual. Gary seemed to beam with pride and seemed much more at ease than he used to be when the raunchy subjects would be raised. Brandon was actually the most normal of the guys, though he does bring up Emma here and there. Hearing the description of “Emma” and knowing my kink I see the others piece it together. Billy was like he had been at work, but much more so. Going on and on about how big he was and how fast he made the girl cum. Peter had eventually heard enough and decides shoot back.

“Settle down kid, length is nothing. For women it's all about the girth and the skill.” Peter grins confidently, revealing to Billy that he had inside knowledge.

Billy bristles. “Yeah right. She said I made her cum faster than...”

“Ha ha ha! Yeah, you keep saying that.” Peter leans in over the table. “Only once? She cum only once for you? Cause my girl came SO many times. She moaned about how full she was, she'd never had one like mine.”

“Well I...uh...yeah...but..”

“Did yours say best? Or fastest?” Peter leans back. “Ha ha ha! The fastest! No stamina. Billy the Kid, fastest cock in the West.”

Billy's face sours. “Well...uh...she...came fast....not me...uh... Fuck you!” He angrily returns his attention to his cards.

“The girl I had said she'd never had better. Full stop.” Peter grins, knowing he had one over on the teen. “She came and came and came. All about girth and skill kid.”

“Whatever.” Billy grimaces. The group howls with laughter at the braggadocios Billy's humbled expression. This does not go over well with the prideful young man. “Still better than her beta bitch boyfriend at least.” He mumbles defensively.

I honestly don't think he meant it as a shot. He just blurted it out trying to save some face at having his sexual skills questioned. It was my turn to bristle, though I play it cool. Dennis however does not.

Dennis' face drops. His joviality gone in a flash. His suddenly stone cold eyes turn to the young Billy. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Everyone at the table falls quiet. You could hear a pin drop. The looming tone in the big man's voice was unmistakable and one we had very rarely heard. I had personally only seen Dennis get truly angry a few times in the many years I had known him, and always in defense of someone else. You did not fuck with Dennis' friends or family while he was around. And, evidently, especially not his crush!

Gary melts into his chair. Brandon's face lights up in hopes of seeing shit go down. Mike looked more confused than ever but is ready to jump in. Billy looks up and his eyes widen in terror as he sees the **** glare aimed at him. I thought the poor kid was going to shit himself.

“I...I...I...” Billy stammers.

Peter and I keep our heads thankfully.

“Calm down Dennis, he's just talking shit.” I shake his nearly immovable shoulder.

Peter leans in and holds out his hands. “He's just a dumb kid big guy. Besides, boyfriends of girls like that probably like that shit. All part of the game ya know.”

Dennis looks around, suddenly very embarrassed. “Uh...sorry. Just...watch yourself.” He warns Billy.

We all breath a sigh of relief as the tension eases. Both Brandon and Mike must have been wondering why Dennis had responded that way.

The mood was soured for the rest of the evening. Billy played barely saying a word as the rest of us made polite conversation. The game is wrapped up early. I decide then and there Jane and I would have this thing done by the next poker game. Things couldn't stay like this.

Goodbyes are said to Dennis and we all file out. Rachel is staring daggers at me as I go. We call out our goodbyes to each other as we spread out across the front yard to go to our separate vehicles. Mike stays at my side however.

As soon as the others are out of earshot he turns and looks me in the eye. “John...what in the hell is going on?”