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  • Strip poker joker

    • "Royal flush beats a full house. Now strip, dudes! Off with your pants!"

    "Hey! I'm not wearing any underwear!" I protested.

    "What do they teach you in the Air Force? You'll just have to show us your big dick," Jack demanded.

    "It's bigger than yours!"

    "You haven't seen mine yet!"

    "Games not over. Deal!"

    After the next hand: "Four of a kind beats three of a kind, two pair, and your assorted shit, too, King. Strip off that sailor suit, Ace, pants first! Let's see who's got the biggest dick." Ace stripped off his sailor pants leaving him naked expect for his uniform top and cap. "YO! No fair. Erections don't count!"

    "Who thought up this fucking game?"

    "Your dad, Deuce, and he's still got his pants on," Jack complained.

    "Not for long," I predicted. "Just 'cause he knew when to fold - we'll get them off him. Hurry up and deal, Jack."

    "Keep your pants on! . . . OOPS! I forgot. You lost them in the last hand."

    "If your dad hadn't made up these fucking rules, Deuce, we wouldn't be sitting here bare-ass naked."

    "But, you are boys, you are," my dad joked. "Deal, Son."

    "How is it you always win, Dad?"

    "'Cause he's got an ace up his sleeve."

    "Hey! Don't use my name in vain, King!"

    "Where the hell did you get a name like Deuce, anyway?" Jack asked.

    "Got it from somethin' that happened in my little deuce coup," Dad answered.

    "You're a daddy's boy," Jack teased tousling my hair.

    "Hands off!" I snapped. "Why don't you go play with yourself?" And he did! Standing up in what remained of his marine's uniform, Jack waved his 'flag' in everybody's face.

    "Go blow yourself!" King yelled, knocking the marine's bouncing balls and pushing him back in his seat. We always called the army major 'King' 'cause his first name was impossible to pronounce.

    "Next guys to lose have to blow me!" Jack announced.

    "If you lose we get to stick our fingers up your ass," Ace parleyed.

    "Yeah! If you lose I get to fuck you," Jack returned, "right here on this table in front of everybody."

    "FUCK YOU!"

    "NO! FUCK YOU!"

    "Bet!" Ace had to be number one at everything.

    "Bet! And they get to fuck you, Ace." Jack pointed 'round the table. "You navy nun!" Ace had three sisters, all nuns.

    "Boys, boys! It's a game!" Dad interceded. He stood up pushing Jack and Ace apart, encouraging them to sit down.

    I noticed the most pronounced boner in Dad's chinos pointing straight for his right pocket. It was so obvious I could see the underside and his big mushroom head making its impression just below his belt loops. He'd already lost his shirt, socks, shoes and belt. He didn't have far to go.

    Sweat dripped from everywhere. He looked like he had just been in the boiling sun - which he had. His blonde hair was matted - on his head, under his arms, across his chest. I watched the sweat run down his forehead, across his bushy eyebrows and down his unshaven face. Drops hung from his hairy underarms and from his nipples, too. When I saw a big drop slide down the center of his chest through all that hair and follow the line of it over his belly just to disappear into his pants, I had to jerk my cock instinctively. I had to do it!

    "Hey! Deuce! Now you're playing with yourself! What are we doing here," Ace demanded, "playing poker or having a circle-jerk?"

    "We're playin' strip poker, man. Now shut up and play!"

    "Oh shit, it's hot in here. Doesn't that ceiling fan work?" King complained lifting his camouflage tank top over his abs. He ran his hands under lifting it above his pecs. He massaged them with his macho hands. I watched him tweak his nipples and pull them out. He was looking up at the fan unaware how entertaining he was. He made my cock throb. His own dick was bouncing up toward the ceiling. It was erect out in front of his dark bushy pubs. His big balls were pulled tight under his lance. His thick thighs were dusted with the same dark hair that sprouted in the center of his chest.

    I was so close I smelled him, that musky manly scent that men give off after a workout. After the military parade we were in this afternoon I'm not surprised we didn't smell like the whole fuckin' Army, Navy and Air Force. My nostrils wafted in the stuff.

    "Stop showing off. We've all seen your muscles," Ace yanked on King's dog-tags and pulled him down to his chair. Not before King's hard-on banged the table, nearly flipped his hand over and disturbed our beers.

    "Yo! Watch your big dick! You almost dunked it in my beer."

    "I'll do something else in your beer if you can't keep your eyes off my dork. You're gonna be suckin' on this in no time," pointing at his thing. He grabbed Ace's head from behind. Then he jerked it toward his meat as he thrust his crotch into Ace's face. Ace's mouth was wide open. He play-acted sucking King's cock lunging half a dozen times over the major's stiff dick. I know King felt it. I was stunned. I'd never seen my friends suck cock but, we were getting drunk and rowdy. Anything could happen.

    Ace pumped his dick which was straight as an arrow, long and slender and smooth. His balls hung low bouncing around as he jerked his joint in long steady strokes. As I looked around everyone had his hands in his groin, even Dad.

    Jack began to undo the gold buttons on his jacket. He wasn't wearing an undershirt which he should have but, it was so blazing hot! He tipped his hat which he still had on. He was so proud to be a marine. He looked plenty proud of his prick, all fair like the rest of him. His skin was super smooth. The sun seeping though the louvers illuminated him surrealistically and lit up his pubs highlighting his throbbing hard-on. It just got bigger and bigger demanding attention.

    It didn't look like we were going to finish this hand. Even Dad began to lose it as he gripped his handiwork through his pants squeezing and manipulating his pud until precum began to stain the fabric. He reached behind Jack and cupped his bubble butt in his right hand. With his left he clutched me by the balls and announced, "You're not getting away." Then he announced, "This poker game is over. THE JOKER IS WILD!" he yelled.

    With his teeth grit he surrounded Jack and me with his powerful arms and pulled us close to him. Then he hugged us tight. When he looked down at his crotch our hands went straight for it. I snapped the top. Jack pulled down his zipper. It was like Christmas in August as I watched his zipper come down - like the New Year's Ball falling over Times Square. What flew out of that 'present' was no puppy dog but, I stroked it all over as soon as it popped up just the same.

    "You win," Jack admitted to my dad referring back to who had the biggest cock. Everyone's was big but, Dad had the biggest. As his pants slid down his thighs, he raised his arm from around me, brought his hand down forcefully on Ace's head making him suck King's cock. Ace feebly protested waving his arms about and making all sorts of muffled sounds. But, down to the base his lips went, his jaw pried open by King's 'jawbreaker'.

    We watched as King's colossal cock pistoned in and out of Ace's inexperienced mouth. Ace inescapably made a moist mess lubricating King's montrous meat.

    Jack didn't waste a second. He leaned up to kiss my dad on the lips! My eyes popped as I saw Dad french kiss my friend, the marine. That was some kiss!

    King, Ace and I were so crazed we knocked the table aside and made room for an orgy. When my dad turned to face me, at first, I didn't know what to do. I looked into his eyes searching. With an open mouth I tilted my head first one way then the other until slowly, real slowly, I began to lean into him and . . . I kissed him! Now that kiss I felt! It was like nothing I ever felt before.

    My lips touched his, then melted. I stuck my tongue out thinking I had never done this with any man, let alone my dad. Our tongues touched between our parted lips and he moaned. I moaned. Jack looked on groaning.

    Jack came down on Dad's nipples and sucked so hard my father moaned even louder. His cock flew through my fist. I clung onto one of my father's hairy asscheeks. It filled my right hand and I squeezed. I had my dad in my hands, an asscheek in one, his cock and balls in the other, and my lips locked around his. It was all too incredible! I couldn't stop squirming or moaning.

    Jack had by this time lifted my father's right arm and was taking long slow tongue strokes up his underarms lapping up the sweat from the hairs.

    I was so brazen I ran my fingers up and down Daddy's hairy crack making my way between. He began to arch backward allowing me greater access. I felt under his balls then up to the top of his crevice, then down into the furrow until I found, "Oh. . .", his best kept secret: man's private place, his buried treasure, his real manhood.

    I've since learned if his eyes, or his lips, or his dick doesn't tell you about him, nothing greater than his sphincter will tell you more about a man. Why do you think they say, "Cover your ass"?

    My father's was tight. His ass was covered by a forest of soft blonde hairs. Between those round spankable cheeks was hidden a hot, moist and sensitive puckered asshole. I tickled him there. He giggled, arched his back more and planted an erect nipple in my moist mouth. I joined Jack sucking on his tits, licking his armpit and coating his waist and belly with my tongue before . . . lowering myself to my knees, letting him spread his thighs so I could lick his hairy balls I let his manhood bound up and down in front of my eyes.

    I saw out of the corner of my eyes, King, on his knees, reciprocating Ace with an avid blow-job. To see King wide-eyed and panting, his mouth swollen around Ace's hefty tool, was unforgettable. With Jack hungrily waiting on the other side of my father's prick, I reveled in the fact that my best friends, servicemen all, sucked cock.

    "Oh, Daddy!".

    "Trump me, Deuce!" He turned his hips so he could aim his canon at my mouth. Between my lips, he loaded. I watched that big torpedo from the slit to the crown fly through my lips until the shaft was sunk as far as it could go.

    His curly pubic hair went up my nose and tickled my face while it filled my sight. When his balls banged against my chin his knob stuck deep in my throat throbbing. I removed my finger from his hole only to have it replaced by Jack's exploring tongue. Jack moaned as he licked my father's asshole. My father rocked back and forth getting greased from both sides loving it.

    Jack and I competed to see who could please my dad more. For his part, Dad thrust back and forth while he gripped our heads tight and pulled us into him.

    "THE JOKER'S WILD!" Dad repeated bucking faster. I recall he was often called 'The Joker'. His sly and practical jokes led people to do things they ordinarily wouldn't. There was nothing ordinary about this. This was extraordinary!

    We were four military men, each from a different branch of the service totally engrossed in an orgy with a community role model - so much for "Don't Ask - Don't Tell".

    Eventually, 'The Joker' was sprawled across the poker table on his back, his legs held in the air. Jack was still eating out his ass. I was slurping on his thing a hundred times. Ace and King were trading off feeding their cocks to him. Sometimes they stuffed both their cockheads at once into his mouth.

    King finally climbed onto the table and straddled 'The Joker', his knees on either side of Dad's head, his tan ass on Dad's hairy chest, and his cock pointed straight at Dad's lips. With Ace from above they teased my father with their military meat. Dad ate it up grinning and lapping and laughing.

    "Come on, Deuce," Jack whispered in my ear, "let's play a joke on 'The Joker'."

    Quietly, I snuck into my room. In a hiding place I kept a jar of lube for jerking off. This would do the trick.

    Jack kept 'The Joker' off guard by sucking and licking and feeling him up all over. I was back in no time. I tried to introduce the lube slowly running one, then two, then three fingers up my dad's softening ass. He was so blitzed by the four of us that he had no idea I was preparing to put 'the joke' on him. I lifted his ankles higher looking deep into his pink expanding asshole. Oh! It was mouthing something incredible. It was now or never!

    "TRUMP THIS, DAD!" I yelled and flung my monster meat into his prone hole.

    "YOOOOAAAAWWWWHHHH!" he yelled surprised as hell. I had sunk a hefty number of inches up his hairy hole, totally overwhelming him. His hole, however, opened up. Even though King had stuffed his hose as deep as he could down my father's mouth to sabotage him, my 'score' took even more of me inside. He took me. Who was 'joking' who?

    That pink tight pucker had taken me. It opened up to grab my rod and pull it in. "OOOHHH!" It was hot! As I sunk to the base crashing into his ass, I slammed his lower back with my balls.

    "YES!" I heard 'The Joker' shout. "FUCK ME, SON. FUCKKKKK MEEEEE!!!"

    "YEEESSS!" I responded feeling the hot, wet interior of his body. It was like being surrounded by him. I ran my hands up and down his thighs, tickled his balls, jerked his manmeat. He was so fuckin' hot. I loved him.

    I fucked him endlessly. "Here, climb up on me!" he offered after he saw Jack finger-fucking me into my own personal heaven. My three friends lifted me over my dad lubing his rising rod and my own softening entrance. They lowered me. A virgin fuck! This was no joke. "Easy. Steady. OU! You're hot! Deuce, my boy. Feel it. Nice and slowly. Relax. Yesss, that's it. Oh, you're good. You're ready. Feel my cock. That's daddy's cock inside you."

    Down the shaft I slid. As I accommodated Daddy's dong I sat more confidently on him. Up. And down. Up. And down again. AH! "Fill me up." My friends helped me. Daddy looked straight into my eyes. Manly. Handsome, hairy-chested daddy. His bush tickled my ass. Thump! I had him all the way in. All of it! All those throbbing thick inches. Ride this stud! What a feeling!

    "I'm getting close," Daddy whimpered. Me, too. I looked at my friends. I knew we'd be fucking each other regularly from now on. Those threats we made playing poker: They're promises now. "I'M CUMMING! UP YOUR ASS, SON! Get ready. It's churning in my balls. Boys, are you cumming?" he asked seeing each of us lose it. This is one game where losing is winning. "OOOHHHH!!!"

    Jack, King, Ace, me, each of us were yelling at the top of our lungs. We were bringing each other off. "AHHHHEEEEE!" Dad was first, shooting me up with hot bolts of liquid spunk, straight into me arching us off the table. All I saw was the whirl of the ceiling fan then . . . one, two, three: Jack, King and Ace each spurting in succession. The jizz striped me and my 'Joker' across our chests, bellies, and balls. "OOOOUUUUU!!!!" "AAAAEEEEEEE!!!!" "YYOOUUUWW!!!"

    With their hot cream I lubricated my meat and whipping it into a forth I rode my dad and "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" shot out three feet forward.

    'The Joker' was trying to say something but, was washed out by two to three shots of sticky cum flying into his mouth. It nearly gagged him before he started laughing. Our three poker buddies punctuated my work pointing their pud into his cocksucker, too, totally wiping out his speech. It took sometime for him to recover.

    I ran my palms across his hairy chest, up into his hairy underarms and down around his waist playing with all the cum that had pelted him. "Well, Son, boys, was that more fun than war games?" All of the sudden, his face went quizzical. Then he reached under his back and came up with a poker card showing it to everyone. It was, of course, The Joker.


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