Broadening Ken's Horizons - Chapter 7 - Poker Night
Usual warnings apply. If you're too young to be reading adult material, move along.
I drove home from Tom and Tank's apartment on a nice, sunny Sunday. It was nearly lunch time when I got home. I grabbed the mail on the way in and dropped it on the kitchen table.
I emptied all my clothes from my backpack and the ones I had on into the washing machine and started it running, feeling much freer walking around the house naked.
While the washer ran, I decided to take another good shower and a shave, then some other tasks around the house. I also sorted through the mail as I ate lunch.
After lunch I had the sudden urge to go work out. I tried calling Tom's office but the phone clicked over to voice mail. I grabbed some workout clothes, threw them in a gym bag and hopped into the car to drive over to the office.
As I approached the office parking lot, I saw Tank walking down the sidewalk. I honked the horn and waved, pulled over to the curb and rolled down the passenger window. Tank smiled, walked over and squatted down so he could see in the car.
"Hey, man, what's up?" he asked cheerfully.
"Not much," I replied. "I was coming over here to work out if Tom was around."
"He's running errands today," Tank explained. "But I'm heading over to the gym if you want to come over there. I could use a workout partner. Don't worry, I can get you in for free."
"Sure, that sounds great," I said. "Which gym?"
"Alfredo's. You know where it is?"
"Sure do. I'll go on and wait for you there."
"No, I'll wait for you," Tank replied, smiling as he stood up. "See you there!"
Tank took off in a fast gallop down the sidewalk. I jammed the car in first and peeled away from the curb. So it was a race he wanted? I decided to show him. The gym was only a few blocks away and traffic was light.
I squealed around the last corner and pulled up to the curb, shutting off the car. I jumped out with my gym bag, locked the car and casually strolled up to the door. Tank was nowhere in sight.
As I reached for the door, it opened on its own. Tank was standing there holding it and smiling.
"What took you so long?" he asked.
Tank set me up with a locker and a lock for it. We changed into our workout clothes. Tank wanted to take some measurements of my body so we could track my progress, then we started working out. Tank gave me a routine to follow and worked with me as I imagined he did with his customers.
The place was relatively empty. Tank explained that Sundays were usually this slow. We had a productive workout, then headed to the showers. Since it was a public place, we kept it clean, so to speak.
"Did you find what I left in your bag?" Tank asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Did you do anything with them?"
"I took one this morning."
"Any effects?"
"Not that I can tell. I feel pretty normal."
"OK," Tank replied. "Stop taking them the moment you think they may be doing anything strange. Tom kinda got me a little worried."
"I definitely will," I replied, thankful for his genuine concern. "Hey, since they're made for horses, they may not do anything for me."
"True," he responded.
We finished up our showers, dressed and headed our separate ways. I promised to come work out with Tank on his free schedule times, hitting Tom's office whenever I wanted to do some workouts when Tank was busy.
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. I continued taking the pills. The only effect I noticed was positive. I could already tell I was packing on a little more bulk. That was evident when I weighed in on Friday and I had gained a few pounds.
The only other thing I noticed, but couldn't swear to, is that it seemed my balls were hanging just a bit lower. I shrugged this off to having been spending more time naked around the house and occasionally leaving off my underwear and going commando more often.
Tom and Tank invited me over on Saturday to play poker with a few friends. I dropped in right on schedule at 6 o'clock, right as the pizza guy was leaving.
We sat around the kitchen table eating pizza, drinking beer and playing cards for a few hours. Other than Tom and Tank, there were two more horses, one bull (but not Max), a bear and Roger.
"OK, new game," Tank announced. He went on to explain the rules, which were essentially the same as strip poker, but with an added twist. The first loser had to bottom for the second loser, who in turn had to bottom for the third, and so on.
The plan was to have an entire train going by the time the last player was out. Looking around the table, I was sort of hoping I'd be last out in a way - or at least avoid the bull as my top. I wasn't too worried about Tom or the other two horses. They were both standardbreds, with smaller bodies and, I figured, smaller cocks than Tom. The bear I wasn't sure about.
Roger, being the smallest of the group, had the final word on the plan. He readily agreed to the scheme and we started the first hand.
One of the other horses, Phil, was the first out. Phil was a beautifully colored palomino. He plopped down on the couch to wait for the next loser. He took the opportunity to unsheath his cock and slowly fondled it while we played on. I was right about Phil, at least. Once he got himself semi-erect, his cock was maybe 14 inches long.
The bull, Roland, was the next one out. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. And for good reason, too. Roland's cock was every bit as long as Max's had been. He grabbed some lube and started sliding his long, slender cock up Phil's chute.
Roger was out next, which meant he was topping Roland. That started out fairly interesting due to their height differences. Sam, the bear, was out next. After he lubed up, he lifted Roger up off the floor to gain access to his hole and to help him line up with Roland's. We all got a kick out of watching the husky's paws dangling above the floor.
Now it was down to myself, Tom, Tank and the other horse, Henry. Henry was a brown and white Appaloosa and was about the same build as Phil.
Tom lost next and took his place behind Sam. There was a lot of moaning going on by now. I was getting pretty horny. My cock was raging in my pants, which was my last item of clothing. I ended up losing the hand, which put me behind Tom.
Tank slid a small foot stool over so I could stand on it and reach Tom's hole easier, as well as provide access to whichever of the two remaining horses was to lose next.
"Be right back, lover," he whispered in my ear as he started back to the table. All he had on was one item of clothing compared to Henry's three. Sure enough, Tank lost the next hand. He and Henry both dropped their remaining clothes and started lubing up their cocks. Henry's was about the same size as Phil's.
Tank lubed me up well and slowly started inserting fingers in me, one at a time, to help me loosen up. Then I felt him remove them and place his fat cockhead against my hole. He slowly worked it past my ring with surprising ease compared to our previous attempt. After a couple of minutes, I felt his head push slowly against, then past, my lower bend.
We finally settled into a rhythm that worked well, with me pushing into Tom and sliding partially off of Tank's cock, then pulling out from Tom and sliding back onto Tank. Tank eventually grabbed my hips a little tighter, held me up a bit and kicked the stool out from under me. I was basically at his mercy now.
Tank was pushing me into Tom, then pulling me back onto his cock. With each round trip, I could feel Tank's cock slide just a little further into me. I was doing a fairly good job of relaxing this time, too. After about ten minutes, I felt the head of Tank's cock slowly working its way up into my descending colon, tenting out my abs.
I heard someone up ahead mention that they were going to cum, but didn't recognize the voice enough to know who. Plus, my own cock was aching to release in Tom's hole. The entire scene was a sight to behold.
I came back down to earth for a bit and realized Tank's cockhead was all the way up under my ribcage - the same place that Ken's cock reached to once it bottomed out. The head was pushing against the bend in the colon at that point. His medial ring was rubbing over my prostate and driving me nuts.
Finally, I felt my cock stiffen and my cum started racing out into Tom's hole. My body spasmed with each rope I shot. I also noticed that with each spasm, it felt like Tank's cock actually moved inward just a little further. It wasn't until I felt the hairs on Tank's sheath start tickling my ass that I realized he was nearly all the way in.
By this time, most everyone had blown their loads and had pulled out of their partners. Tank and I were the only ones still fucking. The others watched intently as Tank held me up against his chest, the outline of his cock visible up my right side and curving around in a gentle arc towards my left.
Tank let the weight of my body impale the last inch, my ass now resting firmly against his sheath. I ran my hand slowly down the length of the bulge, feeling like I was stuffed. The others continued to watch in amazement.
Tank carried me over to the couch and laid me across the arm, doggy style. He then proceeded to slowly fuck me with ever-increasing strokes. Eventually, I felt his cock getting thicker and stiffer, the head slowly flaring. Just like the previous time, he pulled out all but a few inches, his flaring head filling my rectum.
Tank let loose with his usual torrent of cum inside me, filling me to nearly bursting. After the last shot, his cockhead started shrinking. Instead of pulling out, though, he started slowly pushing back in. I could feel the cum sliding past his cock and felt it running down my legs.
Tank kept pushing in until he had bottomed out again. Most of the cum had leaked out, but some of it got pushed further inside me. He continued slowly fucking me yet again with his long thick cock, sloshing around in my guts, the occasional splatter of cum leaking from around his slightly softened cock.
Eventually the others got bored with our continuing fuck and all the guests left except for Roger. He and Tom wandered down the hall and I heard a door close.
"I want on top now," I told Tank. He obliged by sliding out of me with a plop and laid down on the floor. I picked up and held his semi-erect cock to my hole. In one fairly smooth motion, I slowly slid down the entire length, nestling down onto his sheath.
I slowly slid up and down the length of his cock, feeling the head, medial ring and all the veins slowly massaging my passage. My own cock was pounding, waiting for release again.
When I felt Tank's cock start to slowly stiffen and the head starting to flare, I reluctantly slid back up his cock to our "safe" position, preventing the flared head from damaging anything further up inside me.
By this point, I was way up Tank's chest, my hands on the floor above his head. I felt something warm on my cock and saw Tank's long muzzle preparing to suck on my member. He slid his mouth down over the length of it and suckled me to orgasm just as he let loose inside of me for the second time.
After we were both done, I slid back down onto his softening cock, pushing out cum as I went. I nestled down on his broad, hairy pecs and fell asleep as his cock slowly withdrew into his sheath.