Page 105 of Hey, Stepbro

As we follow the group, my toes squirm at the thought of playing strip poker with Blakely by my side. I've seen him naked plenty of times, but there's something thrilling about the added element of risk and public exposure.

Will he be okay with it? I know he has insecurities regarding his body, so I hope it’s not too much for him.

The gazebo is filled with jovial banter as we take our seats around a makeshift table. The breeze rustles through the palm leaves above us, offering a welcome respite from the heat. I glance sidelong at Blakely, who seems both excited and nervous, his fingers tapping a rhythm against his thigh.

"Here are the rules," one of the guys explains, shuffling a deck of cards. "Standard poker, but if you lose a hand, you've got to remove an article of clothing."

"Sounds simple enough." I pretend to ignore the fact that we’re only in our suits.

I attempt to keep my cool as the first round begins. Internally, I remind myself that it's all in good fun—and besides, it's not like anyone here is going to judge us.

I steal glances at Blakely. His cheeks are flushed from the excitement, and I find it incredibly endearing. I wonder what he's thinking as he peeks at his cards, trying to maintain a poker face.

"Alright, Blakely, looks like you've got the losing hand," one of the guys announces.

"Come on, Blakely," someone else chimes in. "Time to show us what you've got under that suit."

Blakely hesitates, his fingers brushing the hem of his trunks. He turns to me, his eyes wide and vulnerable. "Brock, should I do it?"

"Rules are rules," I tease, but then I get serious. "Hey, it's only for fun. You can decide what you're comfortable with. And I'm here to support you no matter what, so if you want to leave, we can."

Blakely doesn’t back down. "No, I don't want to back down. I… want to do this for my confidence."

I nod, full of understanding. "I'm listening."

"Before we met, I was rejected dozens of times for my body. Guys said I was too scrawny and basically unfuckable. This will help me push past those old insecurities, and maybe feel proud of my figure."

After I blow him a kiss of support, Blakely takes a deep breath and hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his suit. My anticipation is palpable, and I secretly relish the opportunity to see him shed his inhibitions.

As the suit slides past his hips, his cock springs free, smacking against his belly with an audible thwack.

A few gasps and murmurs ripple through the gathered crowd, but I focus on Blakely, wanting him to know that he has my full attention.

I swell with pride at how confidently Blakely handles the attention.

"Way to go, Blakely!" I exclaim, giving him an encouraging grin. "You're rocking it."

"Thanks. I guess it's not so bad after all."

"Are you okay?" I ask, still holding his hand.

"Y-yeah," he stammers, his cheeks flushed a deep pink. "It's just… a little embarrassing to be on display, that’s all."

"Don't worry about it." I lift his hand to my lips and press a gentle kiss to his knuckles. "You're beautiful. Embrace it."

Wolf whistles ring through the air as I stay put, holding Blakely's hand. His face turns an even deeper shade of pink, but he seems to take the attention in stride.

"Come on, Blakely," one of the guys in the group calls out, grinning widely. "You shouldn't be so ashamed! You're hot stuff, man!"

"Actually," another guy chimes in, his eyes flicking between Blakely and me, "you two should totally fuck right here in front of us. That would be the sexiest thing ever."

I can feel Blakely tense up beside me, and for a moment, I consider shutting the guy down. But then I remember our earlier conversation about embracing who we are and being open with each other. A mischievous grin tugs at my lips as I glance over at Blakely.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow.

"I think so."

I pull Blakely onto my lap. He’s relieved to crush his lips to mine, and he moans into my mouth as his dick presses against my rock-hard abs.

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