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Poker Night: Taking Isaiah’s Cock in My Ass

It all began on a Thursday night and none of us quite knew what was in store. Fives, Jacks, Queens and Kings were laid out on the table but the only chips that were handed out were Isaiah’s hard and uncut cock. We had all been playing poker for a few hours, the whiskey had been flowing and the sexual tension was mounting. I had noticed Isaiah’s eyes burning into me the entire night and our glances had lingered a bit longer than usual. It was obvious that there was only one way to satisfy the hunger that was building between us and it did not involve cards. So, I went behind the door, returned to the table with some lubrication and we got right to business. I took Isaiah’s cock in my ass, a pleasurable exploration of carnal desire, and that night will go down as one that I will never forget.

Table of Contents

• 1. The Uncertain Path to Poker Night
• 2. Taking My Fear Up My Ass
• 3. Feeling Every Inch Of Isaiah’s Thick Hardness
• 4. The Ecstasy of Submission
• Wrapping Up

1. The Uncertain Path to Poker Night

I arrived at Isaiah’s house shortly after sunset and I was immediately struck by an odd feeling of trepidation. There was something off in the air, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

The door opened and there he stood, my old friend, peering down at me with a knowing smirk, as if he’d already been expecting me somehow. Isaiah stepped aside and invited me in, and I eagerly accepted. We were there for poker night, but the cards were far from my mind at this point.

He led me into his bedroom, softly closing the door behind us. A single candle was burning in the corner, casting strange and beautiful shadows along the walls as he slowly walked towards me. He stared deeply into my eyes, without saying a word. His hands moved to my waist, slowly pulling me close and pressing his body into mine.

We kissed softly at first, tasting each other as our hands familiarly explored familiar grounds. His lips caressed my neck and I let out a quiet moan of pleasure, and without warning my pants suddenly felt tight as a feeling of fresh anticipation coursed through me. I kneeled before him and pulled down the zipper. The elastic fabric of his briefs barely contained his hard manhood as it thrust out from the top. I wrapped my hand around him and gently began to stroke him, and he responded with a deep exhale of pleasure.

I felt my eagerly wanting hole open as he pressed closer, pushing his large tool slowly and steadily into my ass. He let out a moan of pleasure as I accepted his shaft, and soon we were lost in a passionate frenzy of pleasure as our bodies writhed in a familiar embrace. The candlelight illuminated the scene as we went from being just two friends to two lovers. We stayed there in each other’s arms until morning when we both broke free from the marvelous night of pleasure and returned to poker night.

2. Taking My Fear Up My Ass

The Game

Poker night had been going on for most of the evening. The guys had shifted around the circle, everyone changing seats, rotating into the dealer spot. Isaiah had been in the lead for most of the game, and with each pass of the chips and cards, his confidence had risen. He was an arrogant one, and he seemed to revel in the attention as he collected.

The Bet

He wasn’t content with the pot of chips, though, and soon decided to amp up the stakes. He made an offer to get something a little more intimate. Something a little kinkier. He proposed that the loser of the hand had to take the winner’s cock up his ass. I hesitated at first, but eventually I accepted the bet. I could tell it was a bet that Isaiah had been anticipating, and I felt the heat of his intense gaze on my skin. Little did I know just how much I would enjoy that night of poker, taking Isaiah’s cock inside me as I lay in quiet contentment.

3. Feeling Every Inch Of Isaiah’s Thick Hardness

The thick warmth of Isaiah’s cock in my ass was like nothing I’d ever experienced. As he moved inside me, inch by inch, I felt my body trembling with hedonistic pleasure. Each thrust brought an overwhelming passion to my mind, and I could feel the cold sweat of ecstasy trickling down my neck. I wanted to savor every moment, but the intensity was too much, and I had to let myself go and embrace the blissful sensation.

• His thickness pushed and pulled me open
• The delicious pleasure of his depth and motion
• The sinful pleasure of overpowering satisfaction

He kept pounding into me, feeling every inch of his thick erection, penetrating deeply and deliciously. I felt like I was in another world, as the sensation and pleasure kept consuming me. The feeling was almost overwhelming, an unforgettable experience that left me both exhausted and thrilled at the same time.

4. The Ecstasy of Submission

I hadn’t expected that a poker night would end up being one of the most memorable nights of my life. Flesh and cards were dealt with an equal intensity, although I was far more interested in the former than the latter.

Isaiah, my opponent at the table, had been particularly tantalizing with his exchange of requests and demands. They pushed the boundaries of our carnal desires like a mediation between worlds, one with a heavy caloric consumption and the other a fiery lust. It was almost inevitable that I followed his instructions as I dutifully laid down my free will on the wilting heat of the green felt.

• The sight of his toned an pristine body glimmering with newly formed sweat and champagne dew as if his body was an invocation itself.
• The sensation of his teeth pressing into my ear lobe as if marking his territory with ease acknowledged and accepted by my compliant submission.
• The firm grasp of his big hands around my waist as he pulled me closer like an animal in the wild pursuing his prey.
• The taste of his salty lips before they connected with mine in a mutual understanding of craving and hunger.
• The grip of his ass on my hips as he forced himself deep within me, his arousal that of a heard bull running through the fields with wanton desire.

It was no longer a game of poker but a ritual in motion, with equations and rules ceded to the rhythm of his primeval commands. Our exchanges, exchanges of sweat and thrusts, sweat and thrusts, sweat and thrusts. It could only end in a state of exhausted ecstasy, a conclusion where I was completely taken over and consumed by the waning fire of our night.

Wrapping Up

The night didn’t end there, though. Throughout the game and in the hopes of bringing out Isaiah’s full potential, I found myself with raw desire for a deeper connection – a bond that we would not soon forget. His resplendent eyes, his tight grip around my waist. His manhood filled me up like nothing else before and the sheer depth of his penetration stoked my fires of passion to greater heights. It was my pleasure to offer him my welcome arms – and to let him feed into my hungers. His dreamy scent and the heat of his body melded with mine in a feast of surrender and desire. That night was still ringing in my ears; it had truly quenched the burning of our hearts.