Ganged Up!

Three more rounds go by and three more times all my friends continue to pick on me. Two of the times I finish my drink, the last time, is now...

I look at the dealer in front of me, his body swaying in my vision and I stare from his well toned abs to his built biceps all the way to his five o'clock shadow. It would quite intoxicating.

"Well?" Grace laughs out loud "You going to jerk him off or no?!" she exclaims.

I swallow hard, still looking at the dealer "What the hell you guys..." I continues to rock back and forth, obviously completely drunk from all the drinking and dares I've done.

"Fine! Fuck it!" I step around the poker table, making my way around to the dealer. Once more his brown hair cut very short, his muscular body poking out from his extremely tight well dressed suit. "Mmmm..." I mumble out as I move beside him "Hello." I smile up at him as he wraps a hand around my waist, pulling me close.

"Ya know...you don't have to.."

My hand starts to palm his cock on the outside of his dress pants.

"Oh!" he groans "Okay!"

"My friends dared me to jerk you off and jerk you off I will." I hiccup, the **** coursing through my body easily "I...I can't back down anymore!" raising my other hand up into the air before lowering it and caressing the dealers cheek.

"Umm..." he mumbles out "Yeah sure."

As I start to palm his crotch through his dress pants I can't help but look around the room. Isabella and Grace are sitting side by side each other, their hands down on each other's thighs as they look onto me. Part of me wishing I could just join them, not only have I been bisexual with Grace before but maybe she could bring Isabella into the mix and I could finally have some fun with her.

As I turn my head the opposite direction, I see Megan and Danielle are doing the same except I can see Danielle's fingers slowly moving in circles over Megan, obviously having tons of fun with her from below. With Megan's mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled up, I knew no matter what I did, those two wouldn't see anything. As of right now, those two are completely in their own world.

My fingers continue to pivot around the ever hardening cock of this Texas Hold'Em dealer. I couldn't help but coo out as I felt him grow under his layer of cloth. It turned me on knowing that I was doing this. That I was making this guy get as horny as could be. That I was making this guy want to blow his load...all over my hand.

Or...someplace else.

It's just a hand job. It's not like I'm going to fuck this guy so it'll be okay. I'm getting no pleasure from it...so it's just me helping him out, Noah would approve of this...right?

I'm just helping this decked out, muscular, extremely sexual man...

I won't go any farther!

No way will I want to taste...or feel his cock...inside me...right?