My Boys

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Chapter 11


"Welcome! Come on in!"

I held the door open as Kyle stepped over the threshold. As usual, he was looking hot. He wore a light blue polo that clung to his lithe body, and khaki shorts that showed off his athletic calves. His dark hair was spiked up and his pearly white smile was beaming.

"Thanks for inviting me dude."

"No problem," I assured. "I thought it would be a good opportunity for you to get to know the guys. This way, they're all in the dining room."

I led Kyle through the foyer of Mark's house. Mark and I had planned this guys' night in for a bunch of our friends as a way to blow off steam after finals. We planned to play some games, watch movies, and just hang out.

Stepping into the dining room, we saw all the guys sitting around the round table.

"Kyle's here," I announced. "Kyle, you know Mark, and Ben of course. That's Will, my old roommate. And Tyler, my little brother."

"Hey, nice to meet you guys," Kyle greeted.

Everyone exchanged greetings as we gathered around the table.

"Is everyone up for a little poker?" Mark asked shuffling the cards.

"Sounds good," Ben said.

"Not to be a party pooper," Tyler interjected. "But I don't exactly have any money to bet with."

"Yeah, I have some, but nothing I want to lose," Will admitted.

"Well we have to have something to bet. Otherwise, poker's gonna be kinda lame," I said.

To my surprise, it was Kyle who said: "Ya know, we could just play strip poker. Everyone has clothes to bet."

A huge smile spread across Mark's face as he gave Will a sly glance. I noticed Ben looking a little uncomfortable, but shyly glancing at me every so often.

"I'm up for it," Tyler laughed.

"I guess...I mean, we're all guys here, so no big deal right?" Ben muttered.

"It's settled then!" Mark cheered. "Okay, each person can have five items of clothing. Two socks, pants, shirt, and underwear. Winner gets to either pick three people to take off an article. Or they can put one back on themselves. I'll deal first."

In no time, we all had five cards in hand. And in just as little time, I had won with three of a kind.

"Let's see...who's it gonna be," I smirked. "I think I'll pick Benjamin. Mark. And the sponsor of our game...Mr. Kyle."

I soon had three socks flying in my direction.

"Wooo, take it off!" Will laughed.

After the next round, Will won a sock from Mark, Tyler, and me. And then Ben got Kyle and my last sock, and one of Will's.

Kyle won the next hand.

"Alrighty, let's see. I'll go ahead and even it up. I need a sock from Will, Ben, and Tyler."

After 3 short rounds, we were all barefoot.

"Uh-oh, we're about to get to the good stuff," I joked, dealing out the next hand. "May the best man win."

The best man turned out to be Mark with a full house.

"Hahaha...who will my victims be?" he sneered. "How about...Will...Kyle...and...Shane."

I gave Mark a look that said 'thanks a lot asshole'.

"Well boys, why don't we give them a show?" Will offered. Leave it to the stripper.

Kyle, Will and I stood up and moved away from the table. Mark turned some music on and we began dancing around goofily. I was about to reach for my shirt, when I felt another pair of hands grasp the hem and start inching up. It was Will. He eased my t-shirt over my head and swung it around before throwing it at Mark. Mark grabbed at it like a teen girl at a Jonas Brothers concert.

I grabbed both Will and Kyle by the collar and pulled them in front of me. Rubbing my hands up and down their chest and stomach, I first grabbed Kyle's shirt and flung it over his head. I felt light-headed at the sight of his chiseled torso. You could grate cheese on those abs. He was perfectly tanned and so smooth.

Shaking from my reverie, I returned the favor to Will. His body wasn't as clearly defined as Kyle's but it was still a wall of muscle. Where Kyle was smooth, Will had a light dusting of hair across the span of his chest, and leading down to the depths of his shorts. They both had such nice bodies, I felt kinda insecure standing up between them in front of the others.

"Alright, that's all you get guys," I ended things. "Let's move on."

Kyle dealt the next hand. I was happy to win with a straight. Now who to pick on.

"Well I have to get Mark back for choosing me. And then how about you little bro. And finally...let's mix things up and go with Kyle."

"Hey, what did I do to deserve that?" Kyle asked.

"You suggested the damn game!" I shot back.

"Oh, your time is coming, just you wait."

The guys were more to the point this time. Mark whipped off his shirt exposing his great pecs and flat stomach. Tyler followed suit, his lean, toned body looking so young compared to the more muscular "men". And all eyes were on Kyle as he stood to undo his shorts.

"Well this isn't awkward," he laughed nervously.

Kyle popped the button and pulled down the zipper. As the flaps spread apart I saw bright, crisp white shine through. The shorts slid off his hips, and the tight material clung to his muscular thighs. God bless this man for wearing white boxer-briefs. I already knew Kyle was well-endowed, but now the whole table was made well aware from the sizable bulge that was practically resting on the table. I think I even noticed Ben gulp.

Kyle tossed his shorts aside and sat back down, shielding the heavenly view from our eyes.

"Okay, deal so I can make a comeback," Kyle urged.

Mark dealt and won.

"I'll take Ben's shirt since he's the only one still fully clothed. Then let's have Will's pants. And...ya know, I could use some white boxer-briefs," he grinned at Kyle.

"You bastard."

"Nah, I'm just kidding. Let's get Tyler's pants."

Ben unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. I had forgotten how good his swimmer's build looked. Will and Tyler removed their pants. Will now sat in blue boxers and Tyler in green boxer-briefs.

Tyler won next. He was nice and evened the field, taking Mark's, Ben's, and my pants. So now we all sat around the table in our underwear, not sure whether to continue or not. All I knew was I was starting to pitch a tent in my trunks, and if I had to strip there would be no hiding my excitement.

"So...do we keep going, or is this far enough?" Ben asked.

"Hey, we've come this far," Will said. "Let's finish the game."

"Okay, but let's make things interesting."

Mark of course.

"How so?" we all asked.

"Well, how about the winner picks two guys. Those two have to remove each others underwear."

That didn't seem too bad...

"Without using their hands," Mark finished.

"You are a mess," I laughed.

"Sounds fun, let's do it," Tyler chimed in.

"I'm in," Kyle grinned.

So with everyone's consent, Will dealt out the next hand. There were big stakes now, so no one folded. As we laid down our cards, I felt pretty confident with a flush. And sure enough, I won! Now, who to target first.

"I feel it is my duty to choose Mark since he came up with this new level of play. And his partner in crime will be...Kyle."

I think we were all pretty eager to get Kyle naked after the display he put on in his tight underwear. I knew Mark and Kyle had hooked up before when they were roommates, so I figured it wouldn't be too weird for them to do this.

"Stand up boys, front and center," Will ordered.

Mark and Kyle rose from their chairs. Mark's boxers were exhibited a prominent stretch of fabric. And Kyle's boxer-briefs seemed even more full than before. Oh this was going to be good.

The two stood together as we all watched from the table. Mark pressed his body right up against Kyle's. I knew their semi hard cocks were now smashed together, and it made my own dick jerk a bit. To all of our surprise, Mark leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Kyle's lips.

"Dude, you don't have to go all out," Ben laughed.

"Just puttin on a little show," Mark smirked.

He continued kissing Kyle, their hands stroking each others' biceps. Kyle was actually the one who began moving down Mark's neck, placing feather kisses along his chest, sliding down his flat stomach. Kyle was now on his knees, head level with Mark's crotch. There was no denying Mark's excitement now. It was as if his dick was trying to break through his boxers to get to Kyle.

Without using his hands, Kyle grabbed ahold of the waistband with his perfectly white teeth. He had to pull it outward in order to ease it down over Mark's penis.

Mark's swollen 7 and half inches popped out and lightly tapped Kyle's forehead as he let the boxers drop to the floor. I almost came in my pants as I saw Kyle gingerly extend his tongue and lick what was probably a pearl of pre-cum off the head of Mark's cock. I happened to glance around the table, and noticed nearly everyone had one hand casually moving in their lap.

Mark roughly grabbed Kyle by the shoulders and boosted him up to his feet. He wasted no time kneeling to the floor and began mouthing Kyle's bulge through the underwear.

I could have sworn I heard Mark whisper "I've missed this."

Employing the same technique that Kyle had used, Mark bit into the waistband of the briefs and began to ease them down. It wasn't easy to get them past what was now a full on erection, and a big one at that.

A collective gasp resounded when Kyle's 8 inch monster cock was finally released. Where Kyle had only slightly licked the tip of Mark's cock, Mark let his tongue trail from base to tip and even briefly sucked on the head before standing back up.

It was quite an erotic sight to see these two sexy hunks standing side by side completely nude, with raging boners. It was even better because they were both very well hung.

The casual movements in the other guys' laps had revved up a little.

"I'd say they enjoyed the show quite bit," Kyle smiled.

"Probably not nearly as much as we did," Mark added. "You know what I think we'd all enjoy though...forgetting the rest of the game and just getting naked. Then see what happens."

I exchanged glances with Ben, Tyler, and Will. No one seemed to put off by the idea. So we all stood. Our burgeoning erections were straining in our underwear, and I noticed wet spots as well. We all reached for our waistbands, but Mark stopped us.

"Whoa whoa whoa, just because we stopped playing cards, doesn't mean the rules don't still apply. You have to remove each others, just like Kyle and I had to."

Will immediately turned to Tyler and placed his hand on the bulge in Tyler's briefs.

"No hands, remember," Kyle reminded.

"Don't worry, I won't use my hands to take them off," Will said.

He continued massaging Tyler's bulge, as my little brother threw his head back in pleasure. It made me feel really hot to see my brother getting off with another guy in front of me. Will moved around to Tyler's back, using his tongue to trail down his bare spine, all the way down to the beginnings of Tyler's crack exposed above his underwear. My brother had to lean forward and grasp a chair for support. Will bit onto the waistband, and pulled it down over Tyler's smooth twinky globes. Before returning to run his tongue between the cheeks.

"Shit!" Tyler cursed.

Tyler reached out to Ben who was standing in front of him and pulled the sexy swimmer closer. Since he was still bent over, his head was near level with Ben's crotch and the hard on that threatened to rip his black boxer-briefs in half. Ben began to run his fingers through Tyler's hair as the younger man pulled the underwear down and let them fall to the ground. There, staring my little brother in the face was Ben's proud 6 and half inch cock. Ben could barely react before Tyler grabbed him by the ass and pulled his dick into his awaiting mouth.

The scene before me was better than anything I could imagine. Will rimming my brother while he gave Ben head. But I was starting to feel a little left out.

That's when I felt identical kisses being placed on either side of my torso. It was Mark and Kyle, and they worked in unison to pull my trunks down his their teeth. Mark moved to my back and stuck his tongue up my ass, and Kyle latched onto my 7 inch dick. It was the first time I had receieved a blowjob from this god, and damn was it good. From all the stimulation of the night, I knew I wasn't going to last long.

I looked back over at the others to see that Will's boxers had finally been removed. Tyler was now alternating between sucking Ben's dick and Will's insanely thick 5 and a half incher. Meanwhile, the boys being serviced were enjoying an intense make out session. Ben's body began to quiver and I saw jet after jet of cum escape his dick and shoot down my brother's willing throat. Will was quick to follow, his own release coating Tyler's cheek.

The sight was too much for me. I immediately unloaded in Kyle's mouth. Mark had to support me from the back so I wouldn't keel over.

"Jesus Christ, that was unbelievable," I gasped.

Ben and Will nodded in agreement, while Tyler was wiping his face off with one of the stray pairs of underwear. I noticed that his own 6 inch cock was still hard as steel, the purple head straining from his still intact foreskin. Kyle and Mark were in the same boat.

"Well boys, it looks like half of us are still unsatisfied. How about we fix that?" I offered.

It was shaping up to be a very fun night.


To be continued...