A night of fun and games with the guys leads Rick to gamble when he really can’t afford the bet. He tried to call Shawn’s bluff and promised his booty, but it turned out Shawn wasn’t bluffing.
Shawn expects his friend to pay up one piece of ass and by the end of the night. In the end, they have a lot more fun playing a different kind of poking game.
Friday night had become a tradition at Shawn’s house. Every week on Friday night, four of his best gay friends would get together and just play. After all their responsibility was gone for the day, classes were over and work was finished they enjoyed each other’s company. It was a night of lewd jokes, a little gambling and a whole lot of drinking games.
Tonight Rick didn’t expect anything different, except he was hoping to finally leave the table as a winner.
Rick set the case of beer on the kitchen counter. “I got my lucky beer. Ready to lose, Shawn?”
“In your dreams.” Shawn answered without even bothering to look up. He was chopping up vegetables on a wooden chopping board for snacks and when he finished he set them in a neat little pile next to the sour cream dip.
Rick kept his tongue in cheek and smiled. He’d had more than a few wet dreams about his handsome black friend, but he wasn’t about to admit a single one of them.
The man had a beautiful body but he was too cocky to get anywhere near in bed. He was so full of himself, Rick knew he wouldn’t ever feel the slide of his cock inside of him.
He couldn’t stand egotistical men, and Shawn was as cocky as they came.