Cabin Chronicles #7: Back to the Pool Table (Patreon)

You can tell which previous story installment was my favorite to write, because I just couldn't let it be a one time thing. This series only has one part left, and I can't wait to wrap up this Ian's story line. VIPs, head to Discord to see the photos and videos that were too hot to post in the previous strip pool part...

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It was another dream that had me waking up in a cold sweat that next morning, and even when I laid my head back on my pillow, it wouldn’t leave my mind at all.

It was total déjà vu at first- I’d been standing around the pool table with Rob when he suggested a game of strip poker. I reluctantly agreed even though in my dream I knew that it would end badly. It was as if my psyche was yelling at dream me to say no, but there was no way to prevent the train crash.

The game continued just as it had before. Rob lost his shirt, and then I lost my shorts and shirt one after the other. I could feel every goosebump on my arm and every bead of sweat dripping down my back. I could feel the AC roaring through the room even though that wasn’t the reason for the cold chills racing through my body. Every nerve was heightened in this dream, and I felt that humiliation mixed with the rush of desire tenfold this time.

I knew what was coming next, and I waited for Rob to miss and lose those shorts, but it didn’t happen. He made his shot, and it was my turn again. Dream me seemed unaffected, but before he could make his shot, Charlie was walking into frame.

“Rob, let’s tag team- I’ll take the rest of the game from here.”

“You sure? You’d be stripping off your clothes if you do.”

Whipping his shirt over his head to match the outfit that Rob had on, Charlie gave his answer without saying a word. I drank in the sight of his body that I rarely got to see, admiring that solid torso covered in trimmed chest hair. He had solid, juicy pecs that I wanted to rest my head against, and I imagined running my fingers through his chest hair, making patterns as I moved south towards his…

“Okay Ian, your turn.”

I was a bit distracted, but dream me somehow hit the perfect shot and knocked one of my balls right into the hole. It was Charlie’s turn now, and I wondered if my dream logic would also make him a better player, but luckily, it did not. He aimed for his red ball and somehow sent only my striped purple ball skittering around the table.

“Lose the shorts, stud”

He smirked at me, brimming with confidence that somehow made him even sexier. His shorts hit the floor in record time, and he kicked them over to my pile of clothes in the corner. He was now standing there in just his socks and a pair of white briefs that was driving me wild. They were Calvin Klein, and pardon the pun, but they fit like an absolute dream. The basket up front was just a little too small, and as his bulge protruded out from his body, the side of the fabric was tugged a little bit away from his thighs, giving me a peek at his shaft.

I was distracted enough to completely miss my next shot, but it was worth it for the view. He’d pulled one of my tricks- standing right in my line of sight, he angled his body to have his ass resting right on the edge of the table. Those briefs weren’t holding anything back, and I caved, shooting my cue ball at nothing while not breaking eye contact.

It didn’t really set in that I was naked until the guys that I’d forgotten about started chanting. I hadn’t even put down my pool cue yet when I felt hands on my body, pulling my underwear down to my ankles. Dennis gave my briefs a good sniff before going and sitting down, and I was getting hard without any way of stopping what was happening.

With my brain on autopilot, I didn’t even see Charlie’s next shot until he’d come up to stand right beside me.

“Okay Ian, I’ve still got on socks as well, so for your next miss-”

“Take off your underwear.”

“If you make me lose my underwear now, then you’ll regret it after your next loss.”

There was no hesitation this time. In my real game, I’d let Rob’s mind games work, and I let him take off his socks when I had a chance to get him naked, but I wouldn’t be falling for that now. Getting down to my knees, I reached up and slowly locked my fingers around the fabric of Charlie’s briefs, edging them down inch by inch while he tossed his head back and moaned softly into the quiet room.

He was thick where it counted, and that cock slowly appeared, just as hard as I was. He wanted me, and I couldn’t deny that I wanted him now as well.

Standing back up, I lined up my next shot, not that it really mattered now. I was Charlie’s, and he’d already started taunting me. Still behind me, I felt his thumb sliding down between my ass cheeks, slowly at first before he began to push against my hole. My pool cue was out of my hands now as I practically just sprawled across the table letting him work. He wouldn’t give me release though yet. As I tried to get ready to shoot again, I felt the chalk for the pool cue pressed between my cheeks, and when I moved, I felt the pointed corner press right against my most sensitive area.

The shot was pointless now, and I turned around to let him choose what to do with me now.

“Get up on the table.”

I almost answered with a “yes, sir” that would have made me blush even redder, but luckily, I was quiet as I got up on all fours for him. I wasn’t sure if he was about to eat me out right then and there, but this was apparently only for display. I could hear the photos being taken as nothing but the sounds of my shallow breaths and camera shutters filled the room.

“Now, sit back down and start getting yourself like you desperately need.” I was on my way off the table when I felt the heat of Charlie’s body right against me a millisecond before he whispered into my ear, “Just like you wish my hands were on your body.”

I almost came right then and there, prompting a wet dream that hadn’t plagued me for over a decade. I held out though and started to slowly stroke my cock as my other hand explored my body, pretending that it was Charlie’s hand instead. I could feel myself getting close when he spoke again, louder this time.

“Ian, breakfast is ready!”

Opening my eyes, I was in bed, not out on the pool table with my hand on my shaft and my legs open wide as if I was a buffet. I wanted to get back to it, but even though the memory didn’t fade, the fantasy wasn’t allowing me to finish what Charlie had started.