Beer Night - Part 1

"You lost, fair is fair!" Kyle sneered

"He's right" Jamie added "you know the rules"

The third boy, eighteen-years-old and feeling desperately humiliated by his two older friends, huffed like a spoiled kid.

"You guys suck" he pouted, pulling off his trainers and discarding them to this side.

"Socks too!" Jamie barked, pointing at Cole's feet.

"No fucking way, dude!" Cole snapped "both shoes count as one, both socks count as one, stop tryna' change the rules!"

The two older lads considered him for a moment before nodding.

"Fine" Jamie snarled, dealing the next hand "but you'll probably lose the next round anyway".

The three teenagers sat around the table in Kyle's basement. Despite their age, they'd spent the last two hours drinking beer that Kyle's dad had taken down to them and all of them were now feeling the effects of it.

Blonde haired Cole lifted the corners of the two face down cards before him. He hated losing, but especially when the stakes were so high.

"Fourteen" he growled to himself.

Like most card games, Blackjack was a game of luck. The other's couldn't beat him by skill alone, but he'd already gotten off to a bad start.

"Hit me" he mumbled to Jamie who slid another card toward him.

"Four" he nodded silently, that would do.

"I'm sticking" Kyle shrugged

"Me too" Jamie nodded

Cole flipped his cards confidently. Eighteen was better than bust, and the chances of both his friends beating him was slim.

Kyle eyed them before flipping his own around.

"Nineteen" he grinned and Cole felt his heart speed up as he turned to Jamie.

"Twenty one, baby!" Jamie announced, flipping two aces.

"You're fucking cheating!" Cole groaned "both of you!"

"How do you work that one out, dipshit? You dealt the first hand!" Kyle laughed, and Jamie joined in.

Cole sat red faced for a moment. How had they both beaten him, twice?

"Socks" Jamie said, clicking his fingers "chop chop".

Cole wanted to punch him.

The two nineteen-year-olds slid their chairs back to add to their younger friend's humiliation as they eyed him. They were both handsome lads, which was likely the reason that both of them had girlfriends. Thankfully, neither of their partner's had any issue with their weekly, Friday night routine.

Beer Night had been a weekly occurrence for the three friends for as long as they could remember. Though in it's early years, it was Pizza Night, and involved far less gambling.

They played for fun mostly, with the occasional wager or bet thrown in for added excitement. Tonight however, they had changed things up.

The idea of playing Strip Poker proved difficult for all of them. Mostly due to the fact that the three young men were straight, and didn't relish the idea of getting naked in front of each other, but also because none of them actually knew how to play poker.

But that was three beers ago, and since then, the idea had become more feasible when swapped with Strip Blackjack, despite their continued reluctance to shared nudity.

Cole reached down and pulled each of his socks off, stuffing them into his trainers and shoving his legs back under the table.

"Some people would pay good money for that!" Kyle smirked, pointing at Cole's socks.

"Shut up" he grunted as his dark haired friend began to deal.

His heart raced as he grabbed the two cards. A seven of diamonds and a ten of hearts. It wasn't bad, but he'd lost with more.

He stole a glance up at Jamie who looked disappointed.

"Hit me" Jamie said, and Kyle passed him another card.

There it was, a fleeting look of misery. Jamie had gone bust!

"I'll stick" Cole grinned, and finally he had worked it out.

"Yeah, me too" Kyle said and the three of them threw down their cards.

Cole peered over at Kyle's, he'd gotten eighteen, but what did it matter. The young man confidently turned to Jamie and added his cards up.

"Twenty?!" He spat "what the fuck!"

"What?" Jamie laughed, turning the cards so that Cole could get a better look.

"You looked pissed!" The youngest lad shouted "you went bust!"

"No I didn't" Jamie scoffed "you're just shit at this game".

Kyle laughed as he collected the cards.

"You can't be shit at Blackjack you idiot" Cole snarled "it's all about luck!"

"Well, looks like you have no luck then" Kyle shrugged "so what are you taking off next?"

Cole had almost forgotten about that vital aspect. He was running out of options, and he could feel himself begin to sweat at the prospect of being completely naked at the table.

"You might as well just strip completely" Jamie smirked "save yourself the embarrassment of losing again".

"Shut up" Cole hissed, pulling his t-shirt over his head to reveal a slim, smooth body with not much in the way of muscle.

"Don't they feed you at home?" Kyle teased, but Cole ignored him.

It was Cole's turn now, and he was determined not to lose another hand. He dealt the cards quickly, grabbing his own and sighing with relief. Twenty would certainly be a safe bet.

"Hit me" Kyle said

"Me too".

"Don't tempt me" Cole sneered, sliding a card to each of them.

"Bust" Kyle sighed

Cole and Jamie flipped their cards over and finally, Cole had won.

"Yes!" He celebrated, pouring beer down his throat "now strip!"

"Hold your horses, homo" Kyle laughed "I still haven't lost as much as you!"

The athletic young man pulled his shirt over his head. He was far more toned than his younger friend, with a set of forming abs and the evidence of growing pecs. Despite the fact that the other two young men were indeed straight, nobody could deny that Kyle had a good body.

Jamie lost the next round, having drawn only a seventeen when the others pulled nineteen and twenty. He opted to lose his trainers.

Kyle found himself shoe-less after that, and the round after that had him barefooted too. Finally, Cole felt that justice was being done.

"Twenty one" Kyle grinned at the end of the following round.

"Same" Jamie sneered.

Cole groaned and threw his cards across the table as his two friends began to howl and jeer.

"Drop em' boy!" Jamie joked as Cole stood up.

He was a modest lad, and always had been. Unlike his two friends, Cole had never even seen a woman naked, let alone done anything with one, which meant, needless to say, that nobody outside his immediate family had ever seen him naked, either.

His face had turned beet red as he reluctantly lowered his trousers.

"You could at least dance for us" Kyle remarked, a wry grin spread across his handsome face.

"Fuck you" Cole grunted, stepping out of his bottoms until he wore nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs.

The young man quickly sat back down, holding his crotch as he did.

"No covering when you lose the next one" Kyle grinned "those were the rules!"

"I'm not gonna lose the next one!" Cole bit back, happy to be under the cover of the table once more.

He was correct. Jamie pulled off his socks, and the following round seen him topless.

Like Kyle, Jamie was relatively fit. He seemed to fit somewhere between Kyle and Cole, with a firm stomach and toned chest.

Cole pulled a nineteen in the next round. Jamie managed a twenty and Kyle went bust.

"HA!" Cole snapped "pull them down!"

Much to Cole's disappointment, Kyle seemed almost eager to reveal more of his body. He stood up smiling, and quickly stripped off his trousers. Cole's eyes widened momentarily.

His boxer shorts covered a large mound which hung between his legs loosely. It looked huge, but Cole pulled his eyes away before he was noticed.

Soon, at least one of the young men would be naked, and Cole silently prayed that it wasn't him. The idea of showing off his dick was making him uncomfortable to say the least.

Cole lifted the corners of his two cards and a jolt of anxiety rushed through him. A six and a nine. It wouldn't be enough to stick.

"Hit me" Kyle said calmly and Jamie slid him a card.

"H... Hit me" Cole stuttered and he too received a third.

"Please" he whispered to himself, a five or six would do it.

He peered under the edge of the card and hissed.

A two made little difference. Would seventeen be enough to keep him somewhat clothed?

"Hit me" Kyle said again and Cole wondered if his older friend was in just the same boat as he was.

"I'll stick" Cole told them, his mouth dry as he spoke.

Jamie flipped his cards to reveal a solid twenty. Cole couldn't take the pressure and turned his around too. Kyle glanced between the pair of them, his face stoic.

Part of Cole wanted Kyle to lose just so he didn't have to get his dick out, but now that he had noticed it, he found himself curious to get a better look at the third leg that Kyle seemed to posses.

Kyle flipped his cards around and waited for his friend's to add them up.

"Sixteen!" Cole shouted, fist pumping the air "strip!"

"Hang on" Jamie said, silencing his younger friend.

Cole's expression changed as he watched Jamie add them up again.

"Eighteen, you idiot" Kyle sneered, sliding one of the cards out of the way to reveal a hidden two.

There it was, in plain sight. Cole couldn't deny it. He'd lost.

He felt his blood drain as he sat back in the chair and listened to Kyle and Jamie goading him, cheering and laughing. He was the most modest person in the room, and yet it was he who would be naked. It wasn't fair.

"Strip, strip, strip" they chanted, banging the table so that the cards now jumped.

"Fuck you two" Cole groaned, slowly standing up.

"And remember, no covering!" Kyle reminded him.

Cole felt ridiculous as he stood there like an animal in a zoo. All of the eyes in the room were on him, and part of him wanted to simply grab his clothes and run home. He glanced back up at them, hoping they would laugh and tell him to get dressed, but they didn't.

With a deep breath, eighteen-year-old Cole hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and reluctantly began to slide them down his legs.

When he reached his ankles, he wanted to stay there. He was hidden like this, at least from their angle, but he couldn't remain here all night.

He stood up slowly, battling himself to keep him from covering his nakedness, until finally he stood straight. His face was glowing red as he grimaced and looked at everything except his two friends.

There was a brief, painful silence, before Kyle and Jamie roared in celebration.

"We are the champions, my frienddd" they sang joyfully "and we'll keep on fighting, til' the enddd"

Cole covered his face with his hands, trying to hide not only his shame, but the growing smile on his face. He felt stupid, but somewhere deep inside, he was enjoying it.

"So what now?" Kyle asked, taking his eyes off Cole's smooth, flaccid cock which hung over a pair of plump balls.

Jamie continued to stare at his naked friend for a moment before popping open another can of beer.

"I have an idea" he grinned "but it stays between us, okay?"