Card Sharks

“I’ve been thinking maybe we should raise the stakes,” Darius said, shuffling the cards deftly between his large, black hands. “If I’m going to win all the time, I think it should be something really good.”

The other men around the table hooted and laughed at his bold statement. “Okay,” Theo said. “What do you think we should bet?”

“Blowjobs,” Darius said, and began dealing, the cards skidding across the green felt of the poker table as the other men sat with their mouths hanging open. “Who’s in?” he asked.

The men all glanced around at each other and one by one, picked up the hand in front of them. Under the table, all their dicks were stiff, and they knew they were all going to play their hardest. But as usual, Darius took the first hand. Since Boyce had folded first, he was going to give Darius head. Darius pushed away from the table and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his slender eight-inch prick.

Boyce licked his lips nervously, taking Darius’ cock in his hand first, stroking up and down the length of the shaft as pre-cum beaded at the tip. The other men watched in anticipation, rubbing their bulges as Boyce prepared to take another man’s dick in his mouth for the first time. He started out slowly, opening his lips and taking in just the head. Darius steadied himself on Boyce’s shoulders and eased his long, thin prick into Boyce’s mouth. Boyce was sucking hungrily as he got used to the spongy, stiff texture of Darius’ prick.

With his fist wrapped around the part of Darius’ cock that he couldn’t get in his mouth, Boyce began the blowjob in earnest. His eyes were closed as he sucked up and down Darius’ stiff tool, bringing his hand up to meet his lips with each stroke. Darius was groaning, beads of sweat on his forehead as he pumped in and out of Boyce’s mouth. He gave a low, animalistic grunt as he came. Boyce swallowed quickly, but had to sit back, gasping, as Darius spurted his last few jets of cum.

“Well, who’s next?” Boyce asked, sitting back at the table and licking his lips. The men couldn’t get their hands fast enough. Theo was the first to fold, and Abe, the winner, sat back and stroked his short, rounded prick, letting it get good and stiff before he took it in his mouth.

This time the men weren’t such a quiet audience. They cheered Theo on as Abe stood and pumped his prick in and out of Theo’s mouth, his wide lips stretching around the other man’s slick pole. Darius’ cock was starting to rise again, and he was moaning as he stroked himself. When Abe came, Theo swallowed it all and then sat back on his haunches, grinning to himself.

Abe won the third hand as well, but since he had just come, he offered Boyce, who had folded before him, the chance to pick who he wanted to blow him. “You, of course,” Boyce said. Abe grinned and shrugged. Boyce got up, holding his dick in his hand, and walked over to Abe. He used the same technique that Abe had used on Theo, fucking Abe’s willing mouth until his cum spurted onto his tongue.

Theo was the only one who hadn’t come, and it was only fair to let him win the next hand. But he said he didn’t want a blowjob, that he wanted them all to beat off together. They stripped off their pants and stood, holding their dicks over the table, a variety of veiny black shafts. Hands flew up and down shafts, pre-cum dripping on the felt-covered table as they pounded their pricks.

Darius, who had fully recovered, came hard, letting loose a thin but copious load of jism all over the cards. His sticky fluid was soon covered by Boyce’s, and then Theo came, pouring a puddle of spunk onto the poker chips. Abe came last, grunting, his wad soaring across the table and landing on Theo’s hand as he stroked his own softening prick.

The men cleaned up and played one more hand before they headed home, thinking that they were definitely some talented and ingenious card sharks.