Going and Getting One All In

"Full house!? Damn!" Brad said, mucking his cards and sending them fluttering off the table.

"Not a bad move going all-in though, Brad," Shaun tried to comfort his buddy. "It was probably one of the only hands Phil would've called with."

"Damnit......" Brad muttered.

Phil began to stack his tower of chips, his new earnings. That smirk – now he was the chip leader. Two of the guys downed the rest of their beer and headed down to the garage to grab more from the fridge. It was time for a break anyways, as the guys had been playing for 2 hours straight. Chips were going back and forth, and even though Brad was at one time the big stack, he was left with nothing after an unfortunate all-in.

"How much are you down?" Dennis asked nonchalantly to Brad.

"Don't ask. Alyssa is gonna kill me.” Brad gulped down the rest of his beer. “Full house! The hell." It was unlike Brad to finish his beer and look for another. He was a fitness model and did all the dieting and counting calories. Sometimes though, he lets a little too loose at these poker nights, especially on a bad night, like tonight.

"I knew the buy-in was too risky for your current situation, Brad" Shaun whispered to Brad.

"Hey, I was playing conservative the whole time. You saw how up I was up at first. That last hand....damn....these guys are playing so reckless too. They're getting drunk off their asses and ain't even thinking."

"You lose some, you win some...." Shaun tried to comfort as well as change the subject. Brad was one to ask if someone could spot him so that he can have a chance to win back his chips. Shaun and Dennis had made an agreement before not to lend Brad any money, no matter how much he begged. After all these years, Shaun couldn’t count how much Brad had borrowed from him, only to blow it the rest of the night. Brad would say, “hey sorry, luck’s not on my side tonight. I'll pay you back next time.” He was apologetic when Shaun would ever bring it up, and it was a bit awkward for Shaun to see the gym rat reduced to begging for forgiveness. Sooner or later, Shaun would stop asking and let Brad initiate, but that was rare.

“Hey Shaun…” Brad started. Uh oh, not again.

“Brad, you know I’m not going to” Shaun said emphatically. “I don’t want you even more in debt.”

"C'mon. Just.....$200. That’s all.”

"No. Not AGAIN.”

“This night’s different though,” Brad started, as usual. “These guys…..they’re so drunk…..they’re calling pot-sized bets with mid-pairs. You saw it yourself. They’re practically throwing chips at us. I just did ONE bad play…..ONE.”

“Brad, it’s getting late already actually. Don’t you want to be refreshed for your early morning run?”

Brad got up and put his hands on Shaun’s shoulders from behind. "$150! C'mon, bud!"

"I don't even know if I brought that much cash with me…" Shaun said, now fishing for an excuse to stop his pleading.

"C'mon, let's check your coat" Brad grabbed Shaun’s arm and practically lifted Shaun out of his chair. Boy, Brad was all muscle.

"Ug......fine.........Dennis, we'll be right back. Blind me out if you guys start playing again,” Shaun said, as he was being dragged by Brad to the back room where Shaun had left his jacket.

"Which one's yours?" Brad asked, flipping the light switch.

"The grey one over there.

"Here.   .....so, how much you got?"

"I have....OK I forgot I had this hundred here. I guess I have...two hundred and.....forty five."

Brad's eyes widened. "Please, Shaun! You know how bad they're playing with all the beers they've been drinking! Pretty soon they'll be forgetting if a flush beats a straight"

Shaun agreed in his mind - those guys were playing loose as hell. Even he had taken advantage of it and was up a good hundred dollars.

"This isn't a good idea, Brad. What if you lose it all again?"

"Alyssa is gonna have my head already. Please, Shaun! Be a bud!"

Brad tried to give off his puppy dog eyes. Unfortunately for Shaun, it tend to work. Brad had beckoning blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a chiseled jaw. Brad also wore a tight t-shirt, so when he brought his big arms to Shaun's shoulders....well, things got very distracting for Shaun and inside his pants. He let his eyes wonder and saw the bottom of Brad's shirt lift a little, revealing a peek at his flat torso.

Brad, who was looking intently at Shaun's face for his response, quickly noticed the wandering eye. He smiled and looked down, knowing that he was not only one desirable stud, but that his buddy happened to be gay and single.

"Hey Shaun...."

"W-what....?" Shaun snapped back from undressing Brad with his eyes.

Brad lifted his shirt up with one hand. "You wanna touch, Shaun?"

Shaun swallowed the saliva he had been collecting in his mouth. He put his hand on Brad's abs. They were warm - and hard of course. And he moved it around like one does against a washboard. He spent a minute touching every muscly ripple on his stomach and pecs.

"Shaun, so......how about letting me borrow some of that cash now?"

"What?? No.." Shaun snapped back.

"Hey, you got a feel!”

“I ain’t no Men’s Fitness editor,” Shaun joked. Brad had told Shaun his experience at one modeling shoot that got a little too “handsy”. Brad was actually taken aback by Shaun’s comment as he had forgot he even shared it with him.

"You got more than he did!"

"Yea OK,” Shaun smiled. “Thanks for that, but I wouldn't have felt you up if I had to lend you more money!” Shaun did admit to himself he just got something for nothing. And Brad was always a nice guy. Always meant well, but just had a little gambling problem.

"Hey don't make me whore myself out for this,” Brad said bluntly.

Shaun bit his lip. "Why not?" Both nervously laughed. Shaun stared at Brad and raised his eyebrows.

Brad finally put his hand down from lifting up his shirt. "You're not….serious…”

Shaun sensed Brad’s question – though poised to sound like this was crazy – was more like an invitation. Shaun figured he just needed to create a front, because they both knew how badly Brad wanted that cash.

Shaun decided to remind Brad of what he might miss out on. "Hey, it's like you said. These guys, they're playing like crap. With $200, you could easily double or triple up. Alyssa will be off your case and everything….”

Brad was listening, noting all the good points. ".....And....what do you want me to do?” Brad was getting flashbacks from how the Speedo exec had propositioned him. Did he share that incident with Shaun? No, he didn’t share that one with anyone.

“It’s only fair if you earn it, right?” Shaun slowly walked towards the door. Brad gulped when he locked it.

“Hey, this is a lot for just BORROWING...” Brad reasoned.

Shaun shrugged. “If it makes you feel better….I’ll erase all your previous debts. And we BOTH know how much that is.”

In a way, neither did. Brad had borrowed so much in the past years without evening it back up. Sometimes, he returned $100 or even just a $20. Sometimes, Brad just paid for the night’s drinks. It made the exact amount hard to determine. But it was a lot. A lot more than $200. It was a good offer.

“No debt…..” Brad pondered.

“Well, except the $200 you’re about to borrow after this. Basically, a clean slate. Sounds pretty generous of me, doesn’t it?” Shaun was started to get nervous about the money that he was “losing”, but he figured Brad would never have paid back ever anyways. And again, Brad’s a good guy. Finally, Brad had a killer bod and Shaun wanted to get his hands on it.

“Fine, what's gonna happen?” Brad finally acquiesced.

"Take off your shirt" Shaun said sternly.

Brad sighed, but really it was no big deal. He always walked around and jogged shirtless. He stripped it off, and Shaun took in his ripped body. Shaun brought one of his hands out and Brad hesitated and jolted back a little. Shaun was quicker and had his hand on Brad's chest now. He began to move it slowly around.

"Mmmm......you have really nice pecs..." Shaun complimented, but wary not to frighten Brad. "Can you lift your arms up?"

"Mmpf..." Brad grunted, actually kinda liking the feel. "Pffhh....OK are we done now?"

"For this deal....not even close!" Shaun couldn't believe Brad was already showing signs of discomfort. Or was it just for his security in being straight and a guy couldn't possibly drive him to sexual pleasure?

Brad huffed again. Shaun liked how his abs moved as Brad sucked in and out air. He closed his eyes, almost feeling massaged by Shaun's hands.

"Hey, what are you doing??" Brad suddenly jolted from Shaun's hands on his jeans button. "Hey dude, c'mon. No. Can we not?"

"Not what?"

"Can we not....go THERE?"

"Dude, I'm giving you $200. You won't even take off your jeans?"

"Well......it's because I'm not.....wearing any underwear, OK??"

Shaun's cock twitched in his own jeans from that outburst. That, and, Brad had kept his arms lifted the whole time and Shaun was still gliding both his hands all over his taut bod.

"Well then Brad, you picked a bad day to NOT wear underwear then. I'm taking them off," Shaun pulled down Brad's jeans with a yank. His eyes went straight to his crotch and he saw the movement caused Brad's dick and balls to wiggle.

Nice, Shaun thought. He wouldn't expect less from the gym rat.

Brad brought his hands down and covered his junk. "OK we done now? C'mon."

"We'll be done when I say we're done" Shaun now said more roughly. It caught Brad by surprise actually. "Now, move your hands"

Brad put his arms to his sides, and wondered what Shaun was going to do. He begged in his mind that Shaun would just tell him he's done enough or that the other guys might be waiting for them and come knocking any second.

Brad's worried thoughts were interrupted by a warm sensation on his dick. And he was quickly brought to a few nights ago when Alyssa had her lips around his cock in bed. It wasn't just a few nights actually - it had been more than a week. Alyssa was already pissed at Brad for awhile when a girl kissed Brad on the cheek at a party. How was HE supposed to see her coming? It didn't matter to Alyssa though. And losing this much at poker? That might be the last straw.

But this was Shaun - his bud for so many years. Sure, he was gay, but he never once made Brad feel uncomfortable. Things got awkward only one time, when Shaun offered to massage Brad's sore legs and his hands got a little too close. OK, he grabbed his bulge in his briefs, but Shaun quickly backed down when Brad asked what he was doing.

"Mmmmmmm..." Shaun made out.

"Ughh....ohhh...." Brad began to realize how badly he needed to release. 

Shaun couldn't believe he had Brad's cock in his mouth. And feeling it grow from flaccid to hard as rock - knowing his mouth had done that. And was working the head so expertly that Brad had thrown his head back and moaned out loud. When Shaun tasted the precum, he almost shot off in his jeans. Shaun quickly unbuckled and pulled his own dick out and began to jack it off.

Shaun decided to see how his bud was doing. "You like that, Brad?"

"Uh...yeahhhh...." Shaun loved hearing how good he was making Brad feel.

"oOoohhhhoh!!!!" Brad yelped as Shaun began working his balls.

Shaun smiled with Brad's cock in his mouth as he felt a hand behind his head. Not that forceful, but it was there. And strong.

"OohhahhhhhoohhhHHHhhhHHH....!!" Brad moaned out loud again. Hopefully one of the guys wasn't coming in any time soon, wondering where the two went. Brad began to wonder why he hadn't asked Shaun before for this. Oh yea, it was because he wasn't gay. Yeah, he was straight and liked girls. But....this is OK because....he needed the money. Yeah.

"Don't stop..." Brad muttered, admitting to himself that actually sounding pretty gay.

Shaun slobbered all over the shaft and head and ran his tongue up and down. He brought one hand on one of Brad's perfect bare ass cheeks. It felt amazing and his finger grew closer into the crack as Brad continued to moan, almost unaware of the hand groping his backside. Shaun took the opportunity to finally get a finger squeezed in. He looked up and saw that Brad was still whispering encouragement...."just like that".

Brad suddenly felt what was an uncomfortable intrusion. But he didn't jump off. This type of thing - he should be totally freaking out about a guy's finger near his butthole....but Shaun was going down powerfully on his cock....his mind was all over the place at this point. Brad felt sparks though his body, as he felt more emanating from his hole.

Shaun knew his finger fucking was working on Brad. When he pushed a little further in, Brad's cock would throb in his mouth. If Brad liked it so much, why not give him a full treatment? It crossed Shaun's mind...this might be the only chance I'd ever get with Brad. Clearly, Brad is in a moaning state of pleasure, eyes closed, head tilted back - hey, who's actually winning in this deal here? Shaun popped Brad's cock out of his mouth and stood up, and looked at the glassy-eyed model. Time to show him what a gay guy could do.

"Turn around..." Shaun instructed.

Brad slowly turned around, unsure where this was going. Was Shaun just going to jack him off and make him squirt all over the bed sheets? But Brad felt a force on his back that pushed him down to the mattress. His feet still on the floor, he was at a 45 degree with his ass facing Shaun. What was going on?

Brad could hardly grasp the thought of what was about to happen. He felt something filling him from behind, and as much as he wanted to keep it as a vague thought, he knew that it was Shaun's member nudging inside him. Shaun's docking completed, and Brad felt it rub against that place. WHOA MAN did that send a fireblast through Brad's body. It was more intense than anything so far, and made Brad gasp and moan and beg like his tongue did to the girls he often ate out.

Shaun couldn't believe what was happening either, as he rubbed the hunk's ass and back with long, slow strokes. He jerked himself back until only his throbbing cockhead was inside Brad, enjoying the loud resulting yelp. And just as that yelp subsided, he SLAMMED back into Brad. He held long enough before the next thrust to remind Brad, "you better not yelp again before the guys here you" with a taunting tone.

Shaun gripped Brad's shoulders right and began pounding into him, changing his angles and force and reducing him to a whimpering mass of nerve endings on the verge of self-combustion within moments. "I can't believe I'm fucking you!" Shaun said out loud, unintentionally.

Brad wanted to say "fuck you!" back to Shaun, but ended up just making a soft moan. Maybe deep down, Brad didn't want Shaun to stop and saying something like that might slow down this new intensity that consumed his entire body. "Oh yea....." he whispered out, hoping that Shaun hadn't heard. But Shaun did, and smiled.

"Oh yea! You're so fucking tight!" Shaun yelled. He looked over at the closed door, realizing how loud he had just yelled.

Shaun continued his assault, and Brad didn't notice until the moment that he erupted that Shaun had fucked him into cumming. The skyrockets and firecrackers which had been going off inside him continued, each wracking his body, and now his loins were convulsing. He saw jets of cum spray over the bed sheets and splatting against some of the pillows. He'd never felt anything like it and made out a howl as he rode the high. He put his hand behind him, finally realizing that Shaun was no longer inside him. He felt some goop on his backside and wondered when that had happened. It was weird to have another guy's on his fingers actually.

Brad turned around, a bit lost for words. They made eye contact together as they both caught their breath in the musty backroom.

Shaun spoke up, "Brad......I, uh-"

"K, give me your wallet," Brad interrupted and stretched out his open hand.

Shaun was a nervous from Brad's reaction and first words after being fucked for the first time. He quickly fumbled through his jeans pocket and tossed his wallet to Brad. Both of them were still naked and sweaty.

"I'm taking all of it...." Brad said.

Shaun began putting his pants back on. "Yea, keep it. Just....uh....don't worry about paying me back...."

Brad didn't look up as he counted the bills and stuffed it into his jeans pocket before sticking his legs through them. Shaun took in his last sights of Brad's body as Brad buttoned his jeans.

"They're, uh, probably wondering where we've been...." Shaun continued, remembering where they were and what they were doing.Brad, now fully dressed, cracked open the door, and said without turning around, "Come out after 5 minutes" as if he was talking to a girl he just fucked in a bathroom or something. He shut the door behind him.

Shaun smiled as he saw the wet spot behind Brad's t-shirt - Brad wasn't used to cleaning up cum off his back.