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Are You Game? Ch. 01

By: 2ndAlias



Wild Card Weekend Saturday

Rarely are touchdowns scored during the first possession. Usually, it takes a few attempts, along with some patience, a clear strategy and a bit of luck. The perfect play only happens when all these things come together. This, I think, is an appropriate analogy for the following events.

I had been invited over to my neighbor Ben's place to catch the games of the NFL Playoffs with him and his friends. I first met Ben at an association meeting for our building back at the beginning of the Pro Season and we hit it off right away. Within a couple of weeks, he convinced me switch to his gym so that we could work out together, which was beneficial for us both in terms of motivation and enjoyment. Ben's a really great guy and gets along with everyone. It's a rare occasion when we go out and he doesn't run into somebody he knows. He's fun to be around because he has a great sense of humor and a genuine, affable manner. Like me, Ben is single, which is surprising because he's a real good-looking guy. I'd say he's about 6'1", respectably built with dark blonde hair and a smooth, clear complexion.

His friends Erik and Joe were already at his place by the time I arrived for the first game, so I quickly grabbed a beer and joined them in discussing the merits of this year's teams. Ben and Joe have been betting on the Playoffs for the past few years, usually for cash, but had switched to 'favors' the previous year, such as washing the winner's car or doing household repairs. Joe made it clear that he wasn't doing any more manual labor this time around: "I'm not helping you fix your fucking washing machine again. Let's just do something quick and get it over with," he said.

"Alright, I'll come up with something," Ben replied with a grin. "Something that properly recognizes the dominance of the winner."

Joe smiled and shook his head. "I'm afraid to even ask."

As the first game between Dallas and Seattle got underway, Ben sidled up next to me on the couch and draped his arm around my shoulders. "You know, the Cowboys really haven't been doing too good this year."

"And yet they're in the Playoffs," I countered, defending my team.

"As one of the wild cards," Ben clarified.

"Don't worry, buddy," I replied. "The Cowboys are gonna kick ass today!"

Ben chuckled and reached for his beer. "Todd, I hate to tell you this but the only thing your Cowboys are gonna do with ass today is suck it!"

I shook my head as Ben, Joe and Erik whooped and hollered. "You know, you all can kiss my ass when they humiliate your Seahawks," I replied.

Ben laughed again. "Well, in the event of that incredible unlikelihood, I will kiss your ass," he said. "But I'm pretty sure that will never happen."

"Just watch and see," I told him.

Ben took a swig of beer. "You realize, though, that if the Cowboys end up losing, you're gonna have to kiss my ass."

I returned his gaze for a moment, gauging his level of seriousness. "I won't have to," I said. "They're not gonna lose."

Ben grinned widely and patted my back. "I like your confidence, buddy," he said and then turned to Erik and Joe. "Well, guys, it looks like we have our first wager."

Joe shook his head. "Well, that's between you two," he said. "Count me out."

The Seahawks scored the first touchdown, followed by another in the second quarter. By halftime, the Seahawks were ahead, 13 -- 7.

"Do you want some ChapStick or anything?" Ben asked me. "Because I really don't want anything rough on my ass."

"Shut up," I said calmly. "We still have the second half to go."

The Cowboys scored in the third quarter and managed a 40-yard field goal in the fourth. I was able to relax a little until the Seahawks scored again in the final few minutes, ending the game, 20 -- 17.

Ben jumped to his feet with a holler. "Yeah, pucker up, buddy! Your Cowboys lost!" He slipped his thumbs into the waistband of his gym shorts and gave me a wink. "You don't have to be afraid, now, my butt is very nice and clean." He turned around and pushed his shorts down, exposing his smooth, round backside to view. I pushed myself back into the couch and covered my face with my hands, groaning. "Aw, don't be a sore loser," he cajoled. "A bet's a bet."

I heaved a sigh and glanced over at Joe and Erik who only shrugged in return.

"I'll get you back for this, you know that, right?" I told him.

"Okay, your lips are forming words right now, when the should be puckered and on my butt."

I grumbled and then leaned forward, placing my hands on Ben's hips. I stared at his bare ass for a moment before quickly kissing his left cheek and then slapping his right one. Ben whistled and pulled up his shorts while Erik applauded loudly.

"You guys are messed up," Joe said, chuckling in spite of himself.

There weren't any other wagers during the second game since everyone was rooting for the Broncos, Ben's favorite team. Ben joked that we probably were all too scared to bet against him now. The Broncos didn't disappoint, beating the Colts, 31 -- 12.

I helped Ben clean up after Erik and Joe left. On the way to the door, Ben gave me a firm pat on the butt. "You're a good sport, buddy," he said. "It's much appreciated."

"Don't think I won't get you back for that," I warned him.

Ben smiled. "Lookin' forward to it." Sunday

I went over to Ben's a little early the next day to catch some of the pre-game coverage. Joe arrived shortly after me and we sat and talked while Ben was on the phone.

Joe and Ben have been friends ever since high school where they played varsity football together. Joe went out of state for college and then eventually moved back home a few years later with a job transfer and they picked up the friendship where they had left it. Joe's a little bit shorter than Ben and is a lean, wiry guy. He's half Greek and half Italian with thick, curly black hair that's beginning to recede a bit. Joe seems like a fairly straight-laced, conservative kind of guy who is easily riled. Ben seems to have a predilection for pushing his buttons but it's all in good fun.

Before the first game, Ben cornered me in the kitchen and began proselytizing at length about the superiority of the Dolphins over the Patriots. Once the game began, the Patriots quickly prove their worth and, by halftime, were ahead 21 -- 0.

"You're Dolphins are losing," I remarked to Ben.

He shrugged, popping a handful of peanuts into his mouth. "They'll catch up in the second half."

Towards the end of the third quarter, Miami managed to score once but were still significantly behind.

"How does your foot taste, Ben?" Joe asked. "You're not choking on it, are you?"

Ben ignored him, stoically taking a sip of beer.

"Man, I should have bet you on this one," I groused.

"It's not too late," Ben replied. "There's still a few minutes left in the third and the whole fourth to go. Why not make it interesting?"

"What do you suggest?" I asked.

"His foot literally in his own mouth," Joe proposed.

Ben dismissed him with a pained expression and turned back to me. "Any better ideas?"

"Todd's foot in your mouth," Joe quickly amended.

Ben laughed. "You want me to suck your toes if the Dolphins lose?"

"After making me kiss your ass?" I smiled and shook my head. "No, I think you suck my dick."

Ben remained perfectly still while Joe's mouth dropped open. I glanced over at Erik and we both busted up laughing.

"Be careful, buddy," Ben cautioned. "Don't propose anything you aren't willing to do yourself."

I leaned forward and extended my hand. "I'm not worried. Can you say the same?"

Ben grasped my hand firmly and pulled me towards him. "I'm going to enjoy the sight of my dick in your mouth," he said in a low, confident tone.

"I don't think so," I stammered. "You're going to enjoy the sight of my dick in your mouth, that's what's going to happen."

Ben cocked his head. "How am I supposed to see your dick when it's in my mouth?"

I sat for a moment staring back at him. "Well ... then ... you're gonna enjoy the feel of my dick in your mouth ... and the ... you know, the whole ... concept of it."

"Is that so?" Ben countered, laughing. "Well, keep thinking that, buddy. Whatever you need to get yourself off at night."

I smiled nervously as we shook hands, then we both grabbed our beers and turned back to the game.

"You're kidding, right?" Joe asked.

Ben shrugged. "I guess we'll see, won't we?"

The Dolphins scored at top of the fourth and were headed for their third touchdown in the last few minutes, which would've effectively tied the game, when they fumbled. New England scored a 3-point field goal after they got possession and ended up winning the game, 24 -- 14.

Joe, Erik and I applauded loudly.

"Well, it appears as though your Dolphins lost," Joe observed with amusement. "So? Now what do you have to say?"

Ben set his beer down and casually stood up. "Alright, come on, whip it out. I'll give it a good lick."

"What?!" Joe exclaimed. "Are you fucking serious?"

Erik and I exchanged a look. "Wait a minute," I said to Ben. "I was just kidding."

Ben folded his arms across his chest. "I've got the balls to follow through, Todd. Do you?"

"Yeah, I got the balls," I replied after a brief moment, calling what I thought was a bluff. "In fact, you can lick them as well."

He shrugged. "Let's get to it then."

I nodded and started to fumble with my pants, wondering just how far we were going to go with this.

"No fucking way!" Joe gaped.

Ben watched me closely as I slowly unzipped my pants. I self-consciously hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, pausing for a moment in order to summon the courage to continue. The excited post-game cheering filled the silence, as if a whole stadium of people were contributing support to the situation. I stared back at Ben and then raised my hips, pushing my pants and undershorts down my thighs in one smooth motion before quickly covering myself with my hands.

My heart pounded against my chest as Ben dropped to one knee in front of me. The rushing blood began inflating my dick, which slowly pushed against my hands and stretched itself out over my hip. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Erik straining to get a better view.

"Come on," Ben said. "Let's see it."

I took a deep breath and then opened my hands slightly, keeping them low towards my hips in order to obstruct anyone else's view of my growing erection.

Ben regarded my dick for a moment. "Nice, man," he acknowledged. "You're packing a real choker there, aren't you?"

I blushed and felt my dick stretch a bit more.

"Well, here we go," Ben said as he placed his hands on my knees and lowered his face toward my lap. He hesitated for a moment as if considering exactly how to go about this before leaning down and opening his mouth slightly. His gaze returned to me as he slowly exhaled warm air into my groin. I gripped the armrests of the chair as my body tensed, my breath catching in my throat.

Ben smiled and returned his gaze to my cock and balls. Then in one smooth motion, he slowly and firmly dragged the flat surface of his wet tongue over my balls and up the entire length of my shaft. The muscles in my groin contracted at the end, causing my dick to jump and tap him on the chin.

Ben straightened up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Nothin' to it."

"Oh, my god!" Joe squirmed, nearly falling out of his chair.

I quickly redressed, feeling my face flush with warmth as Erik whistled and applauded. Ben stood for a moment in front of me, smiling at my embarrassment.

"Oh, my god!" Joe repeated loudly. "I can't believe you did that! What? Are you fucking gay now?"

"Well, yeah, I guess I am," Ben replied as he muted the TV and strode casually towards the kitchen. "I licked a dick so I guess that automatically makes me gay."

"Jesus! If you do anything gay, then you're gay!"

"Oh, lighten up, man," Ben laughed, returning from the kitchen. "We're just fuckin' around." He handed each of us a beer and then reclaimed his seat. "Good game," he said to me, raising his glass.

"Dude, I can't believe you did that," Joe muttered, shaking his head.

"What are you freaking out about, Joe?" Ben asked.

"You licked his fucking dick!"

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing," Ben replied. "It's not. It's perfectly normal. Believe me, guys give better head than girls anyway."

There was a moment of silence as Ben tilted his head back and took a swig of beer.

"Guys give better head than girls? How the hell would you know?" Joe asked.

Ben glanced at him and cocked an eyebrow.

"No fucking way!" Joe squealed. "You've gotten head from a guy?"

Erik leaned forward in his seat. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," Ben replied. "Guys know how to do it because they know what feels good. Girls don't have a clue how to do it. It's like they're licking an ice cream cone or something."

"When did you get head from a guy?" Joe asked.

"In New Orleans a few years back. I went with a couple of buddies to Mardi Gras. We hit Bourbon Street the first night and got totally hammered. At one of the bars, I went to take a piss and the guy at the urinal next to me kept looking at my dick. I asked him if he liked what he saw and he said he did and asked if he could suck it. So I let him."

Erik and I exchanged a look.

"Wait. You let him blow you in the bathroom?"

Ben shrugged. "Of course."

"The guy blew you in the bathroom?" Joe repeated loudly. "What the hell kind of bar was this?"

"Brace yourself, Joe," Ben said, leaning forward. "It was a gay bar."

Joe nearly jumped to his feet. "A gay bar? What the fuck were you doing in a gay bar?"

Ben chuckled and reclined back onto the couch. "It was an idea of one of the guys. Apparently, someone he knew had done it before. He said it would be a hoot and that, you know, sometimes one of the guys there will give you a blowjob. Turned out he was right. Before the night was over, we all got blowjobs."

Joe blinked at him. "From the same guy?"

"No," Ben said. "Different guys. The bar was full of 'em who wanted to suck dick. Remember, it was a gay bar. There wasn't just one there."

"Oh, my god, I don't believe it," Joe muttered.

"Oh, lighten up, Joe," Ben said flatly. "It's not that big a deal. The whole thing is actually pretty funny if you think about it." Joe stared at Ben for a few moments and then slumped back into his chair.

"What was it like?" Erik prompted.

"Fuckin' AWESOME, man!" Ben declared. "I tell you, it was the best blowjob I've ever had. This guy sucked on my dick like it was candy-coated. It was amazing."

"What exactly did he do?" Erik inquired. "Maybe I can get my wife to do it."

"You want me to describe his technique?"

Joe groaned loudly and sank deeper into his chair.

"Cover your ears then, you big pussy," Ben said, throwing a cushion at him. "Okay, well, first of all, he created this kind of, like, suction with his mouth as he'd pull back. And he also used his hand, you know, and was sliding it along my shaft, so he was sort of like sucking and stroking my dick at the same time." Ben made an open fist with his hand and a pumping motion to illustrate his point. "And it was a little aggressive, you know? I mean, he wasn't teasing it like girls do. I mean, he was pulling on my dick like he was milking it for the cum."

Everyone was silent for a few seconds as Erik and I waited for him to continue. "Well, did you?" I asked. "Did you cum?"

"Fuck, yeah, I practically blew him across the room!" Ben exclaimed and then busted up laughing. "Man, the jizz went everywhere ... in his mouth, all over his face and shirt. He was covered in it."

"Then what?" Erik asked.

"Well, then he thanked me. And I was, like, 'Shit, buddy, thank you.' He asked if I'd ever done that before and I said 'not with a guy' and he said that he figured as much. I guess he and his friends had pretty much sized us all up when we walked in the door." Ben busted up again, taking a moment before continuing. "Then when we came out of the bathroom, all of his friends started cheering him. They were like, 'Whoa, that guy blew a real big load on you!' It was awesome."

"What did your friends say?" I asked.

"They thought it was hilarious. They kept asking me what it was like and I told them they should try it for themselves. And they did. Each time they came out of the bathroom, we bought the cocksucker a shot."

"That's pretty cool," Erik said, nodding his head in approval.

"Yeah," Ben agreed. "I highly recommend it."

We all exchanged glances for a brief moment.

"Okay," Joe interjected. "Let's move on to the next game, shall we?"

Ben picked up the remote and winked at me.

The second game was between Philadelphia and, ironically enough, New Orleans. Everyone was rooting for the Eagles so, initially, there weren't any wagers.

During a commercial break, I asked Ben about New Orleans, never having been there myself. He told me a bit about his experiences beyond Bourbon Street, which was more than I had expected. Apparently, it wasn't merely a debaucherous trip for him, he also enjoyed quite a bit of sight-seeing -- riding river boats, touring cemeteries, catching local jazz shows. "I'll take you there sometime," he offered, as if it were as simple as going to the corner market.

During the second quarter, a foul was called against the Saints and Ben became exasperated by the ref's time-consuming explanation. "Shut up and show us your cock!" Ben growled.

Joe squinted at Ben. "What?"

"That became one of our sayings in New Orleans," Ben explained. "Mardi Gras ain't only about flashing titties. We had several requests to drop trou."

Erik laughed. "And I'm sure you obliged."

"Sure did," Ben admitted with a smile. "A few times. I think there are pictures of my dick hanging on some wall down there."

"Is there anything you didn't do with you dick down in New Orleans?" Joe groused.

"Well, I never slapped your ass with it," Ben replied.

The game continued on with a couple more flags from the refs. Each time, Ben jokingly calling out through cupped hands, "Aw, shut up, ref, and show us your cock!"

After the third time, Joe mumbled to Ben, "Shut up and show us your cock."

Without a moment's hesitation, Ben stood up and pulled down his shorts, exposing himself to the room.

Joe grimaced and covered his face with his hands while Erik laughed aloud. The game resumed and Ben stood casually watching with his shorts around his knees. I was sitting next to Ben on the couch and was provided with only an angled view of his backside. After the play, Joe ordered Ben to pull his pants back up.

"You're the one who wanted to see it," Ben teased. Erik continued to laugh as Ben pulled up his shorts and reclaimed his seat. "You didn't get a good view, though, did you, bud?" Ben asked, adjusting himself as he leaned towards me. Before I could reply, he stretched open the waistband of his gym shorts, providing me a clear view of his plump dick resting in the crease of his leg. "There you go. Didn't want to leave you out."

I think it would have been funny if I hadn't looked, letting him expose himself without any acknowledgement, but the joke was definitely on me.

"Well done," I replied, turning back to the game while fighting the flush in my cheeks.

The game concluded soon after with the Eagles on top, 24 -- 20.

In bed later that night, I found it difficult to get to sleep. I kept thinking about Ben and the fact that, not only had he intentionally exposed himself to me, he had willingly put his mouth on my cock and balls. I wasn't offended by his actions by any stretch of the imagination, I was just slightly unnerved by how much of a boner it was giving me.


Are You Game? Ch. 02



Divisional Playoffs

Saturday

That weekend, as I headed over to Ben's again to watch the Divisional Playoffs, I ran into Erik in the hallway. I met Erik and his wife for the first time a month ago at one of Joe's parties I went to with Ben. Erik and Joe's families have been friends for a long time so I guess they've been friends since childhood. Erik is one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. He's fairly quiet – doesn't say a lot but he's fun to be around because he's always smiling and laughing.  He's a real good-looking guy, too, well built, with a buzz-cut. 

Ben greeted us at the door sporting his Broncos cap. The first game was between Denver and Pittsburgh. We had just sat down with our beers when the phone rang. "Joe's running late," Ben said after he hung up. "I say we make up the rules without him."

"What the hell have you got in mind this time?" I asked.

"Strip football," Ben said with a smile. Erik and I laughed. "Loser has to streak the hallway."

Erik shrugged. "Alright."

Ben turned to me. "You in, Todd?"

"Maybe we should call the association," I suggested. "Give 'em a bit of a head's up that there'll be naked men in the hallways."

"What? And start a stampede? Better just to keep this to ourselves," he said with a wink.

The game got started. During the first half, each team scored two touchdowns.  Erik and I removed our shoes and socks. Ben took off his shoes first, then his watch, which we objected to, but he claimed no one had said anything about watches not being eligible. "Hats, either," he added as he tipped the bill of his cap to us.

Joe showed up shortly before halftime. "How are the Steelers doing?" he asked as he walked in the door.

"They're a point ahead," Erik informed him. "The Broncos missed a field goal."

"Let's keep it that way!" Joe exclaimed with a clap. He popped open a beer then gave us all a look. "Now, you guys haven't already been sucking each other's dicks, have you?"

"No," Ben said. "We were waiting for you to get us started."

During halftime, we told Joe about the bet. He looked at Ben and sighed. "Where do you come up with this stuff? You need to get out more."

At the beginning of the third quarter, Ben bet Erik that the Steelers wouldn't make the first down. 

"What's a stake?" Erik asked.

"The shirt off your back," Ben said.

The Steelers were at the 3rd and 2. We watched as the ball was snapped, Roethlisberger made the pass, only to be intercepted by the Broncos. Ben and I jumped up and cheered.

"That was awesome!" Ben shouted. He gave me a high-five then turned to Erik. "Sorry, buddy, but I saw that one coming a mile away." Erik smiled and peeled off his shirt. Since he wasn't wearing an undershirt, he was now bare-chested. "You've been working out today," Ben commented. "You're making the rest of us look bad."

"Speak for yourself," Joe interjected. "Ease up on the beer then you won't have to complain so much."

"It wasn't a complaint, it was a compliment," Ben replied. "Givin' the man his proper due."

We watched the remainder of the game without any additional bets, since I think we all figured we'd be naked before the second game started. The Broncos won, which left Erik in only his under shorts.  Joe was down to an undershirt and pants.

The next game between the Eagles and Buccaneers started. Joe, Erik and I had been for the Eagles last week, but I switched to the Buccaneers for this game.

"Traitor!" Joe said, pointing his finger at me. "You're gonna regret it."

The Eagles scored first so Ben and I had to take something off. I removed my over-shirt and Ben took off his socks, since he had already lost his hat.

In the second quarter, the Eagles were attempting a 30-yard field goal. "Bet your pants he doesn't make it," Ben said to Joe.

"He'll make it," Joe replied. The ball was kicked and sailed a bit to the right, but easily passed between the spires. "See! That's what I'm talking about!" Joe rose to his feet. "Your pants, man!' he said pointing at Ben. "Lose 'em."

"I haven't taken off my shirt yet."

"So? You bet my pants and lost, so it's off with your pants."

"But I'm not wearing any underwear."

Joe looked at Ben for a moment. "What? How can you not be wearing underwear?"

"You mean, you're wearing watches and hats and all kinds of shit, but you don't have on any underwear?" I added.

"I don't own underwear," Ben replied simply.

"Well, then cover yourself with a pillow or something if you're shy." 

"Cover myself with a pillow? What? You think you might be too distracted by my dick to watch the rest of the game?"

"You're the one who said you didn't want to take your pants off because you didn't have any underwear on. I don't give a fuck about your dick."

"Ben, go put on something," I interjected. 

He turned to me. "Here, Todd, give me your underwear."

"What?" I asked.

"Give me your underwear."

"I'm not giving you my underwear." 

"Come on, help a buddy out."

"No, go put on some shorts or get a towel or something."

"We're playing a stripping game, you can't add clothes," he countered. "But someone can forfeit a piece of clothing for someone else if the need should arise." 

I stared at him for a moment. "You just made that up, didn't you?"

"What's the big deal? Just give me your underwear." 

"No."

"Come on," he coaxed. "What are you worried about? You won't lose your pants. We're on the winning team. We gotta stick together, man."  He cocked his head and added with solemnity, "Besides, you know I'd do it for you."

"Fine," I said as I stood up. "I can't believe I let you talk me into these things." 

In his bedroom, Ben unzipped his pants with a grin.

"I don't know how you get away with this stuff," I remarked. 

"Hey, I know you, you get off on doing crazy shit like this, too. Admit it." He winked. "Besides, we're buddies. It's all just for fun."

I started to take off my pants but hesitated as Ben slid off his. He tossed them onto his bed and stood before me with his hands on his hips, nude from the waist down. I unconsciously looked at his dick, then quickly back at him. We stood there looking at each other for a moment. "Are you getting shy on me all of a sudden?" he teased. "Don't forget, I've seen you naked in the locker room a dozen times."

"Well, yeah," I said, but still hesitated. I'd seen his dick before at the gym – not really meaning to look at it, but just kind of catching a glimpse of it. Now here he was standing in front of me, dick exposed and I couldn't help but notice that it was really nice-looking. His balls are perfectly round and high, making his smooth shaft stand out a bit.  He has a thick tuft of curly, dark blonde hair above it that somehow added to its impressiveness.  It's like a gold-standard package. The thought crossed my mind about how absurd it was to be admiring his dick but I just continued to stare.

He leaned forward, catching my eye. "Hurry up, man. I'm getting hard here."

I glanced down at his dick again, which had begun to lengthen. I paused, watching it grow and then felt my own dick start to get hard, so I quickly shucked my pants and underwear and tried to get my pants back on again before becoming fully erect. Ben took my underwear and slipped it on. He smiled at me and then adjusted his swollen package. "Thanks, man. These are comfortable. I might have to borrow your underwear more often."

Joe called out to us that the first half was about to end so Ben and I returned.  During the second half, the Buccaneers scored so Joe had to remove his shirt and Erik had to remove his underwear. He stood up in front of the TV and did an impromptu stripping dance. He pulled his underwear down, wadded it up and threw it at Ben. "You can have my underwear now, too." He sat back down and covered himself with a pillow. The rest of the game was relatively unremarkable, with the exception of Ben and I having to remove our shirts. At the end, the Buccaneers won 17 – 14.

Joe covered his face with his hands. "I can't believe both my teams let me down."

"Well, that's what happens when you root for teams that suck," Ben said, clapping him on the back. 

"Let's get this over with," Joe said as he stripped off his remaining clothes. Erik stood up and tossed his pillow onto the chair.

Naked, Joe ran to the door and peeked out into the hallway. "Okay," he said, motioning to Erik and stepping into the hallway cautiously. Ben, clad only in my underwear, grabbed his camera phone and followed them out into the hall. Joe started to run down the hallway while Erik jogged leisurely behind. Ben tried filming their nude dash with his phone, but was barely able to keep his hand steady since he was laughing so hard. Joe and Erik made it to the end of the hallway, and started to return, but then ducked into the elevator alcove when they thought they heard someone coming out of an apartment. They waited a moment in silence then decided to book it the rest of the way back. Joe then realized that Ben was filming them and tried to cover his groin with one hand and his face with the other. "Knock it off, you pervert!" he said as he lunged at Ben's cell phone. Ben dodged and tucked it behind him, as Joe ran back into the apartment. 

"Hold it, Erik," Ben said as he raised his camera phone. Erik stopped and flexed as Ben snapped a photo. Erik got to the door and nonchalantly motioned us both inside before coming in after us.

Inside, Joe scrambled back into his clothes. "Next week, you are going down, my friend," he said to Ben.

"Down where?" Ben asked.

"Down here," Joe replied, grabbing his crotch.

"Oh, don't tease me like that," Ben replied.

After Joe and Erik left, Ben and I reviewed the video, laughing even harder than we did while it had been happening.  "A lesser man would post this on You Tube," Ben said as he closed his flip phone.

"You really are crazy," I said as I slipped on my shirt and socks.

Ben shrugged. "It's one of the reasons why we get along so well."

"Well, see you tomorrow," I said as I grabbed my shoes and socks and started for the door. 

"Wait a second," Ben stopped me. "You're forgetting something."  He folded his arms across his bare chest and smiled at me.

"Oh, yeah. May I have my underwear back, please?" I asked, hand extended.

"If you want 'em back, you're gonna have to come get 'em."

"Ben, come on, just give 'em back."

He chuckled, then slowly slipped them down his legs, stepped out of them one leg at a time, then folded his arms across his chest again, holding them loosely in his right hand. I gestured for him to hand them over but he just continued to smile. I glanced down at his dick again. Slowly, it began to stiffen. I watched it rise, conscious of the fact that he was probably doing this because he caught me looking at his dick earlier. My own dick started to stiffen. When he was completely hard, he said, "But first, I wanna see something."

"What?" I asked,

He looked me in the eye and raised his eyebrow. "Well, you've got to see my hard-on, now I want to see yours. It's only fair." 

I stared back at him, my heart starting to pound in my chest. "Come on," he urged. I sighed, dropped my shoes and started to unbutton my pants. With feigned indifference, I pushed them down to my thighs. Part of me was mildly incredulous at the fact I was doing this, but another part, a stronger part, felt a certain exhilaration at exposing myself to him, just as I had last week. Ben dropped his gaze to my dick and gave a whistle. "Impressive, man. You're like a rock." I smiled and gestured for him to return my underwear. He handed them back with a smirk. I pulled up my pants and gathered my shoes, then looked back at him. There was a brief moment as he just stood there looking at me, dick erect. "Well, buddy, I guess I gotta go take care of this," he said as he ran his hand up his shaft. "See you later."

When I got back to my apartment, I stripped off my clothes in the foyer and started immediately jacking my throbbing dick. For some reason, it excited me to think about Ben beating off in his apartment at that same moment. I thought about his dick and how he seemed to enjoy showing it off to me. I wondered if he was thinking about me and my dick at that moment as he was jerking himself off. My legs began to tremble as I shot my load all over my hardwood floors.

Sunday

Earlier that day, Ben called each of us and told us to bring our choice bottle of liquor.  When we arrived, bottles in hand, Ben announced, "We're doing shots, men. We got tomorrow off for the holiday, so we're getting hammered."

"And the rules?" Erik asked.

"When your opposing team scores, you have to tell us something that you have never done before. Those who have done it take a shot."

"Surprising simple," Joe stated with a quizzical look.

"But..." Ben began.

"Aw, see, I knew there was something!" Joe shook his head.

"The subject of our statements is restricted," Ben finished.

"To what?" I asked.

"Dicks," he stated simply.

"What?" Joe said. "What's with you and dicks, man? It's like you're obsessed with them."

"Hey, what can I say? I love my dick. I have a deep appreciation for the male member."

"You are so gay," Joe shook his head.

"Come on," Ben replied. "You've never in your life thought about another guy's dick?"

We all looked at Joe. "Not in the way you do," he replied.

Ben laughed. "Loosen up, man. You're so uptight. Quit denying your carnal nature."

"What are you talking about?" Joe asked.

"You have a dick, man. It gets hard and you gotta pleasure the thing or your balls'll turn blue. It's as simple as that. Why limit your opportunities for getting off?"

"That's right," Erik concurred.  "You messed around with other guys when you were a kid, right?"

"Well, yeah, but that's because we were young and horny with no other real outlet."

"But, it's pretty much the same thing, now," Ben added. "We're just messing around."

Joe looked at me. "And what's your take on all this?"

I glanced at Ben. "I'm with the guys. There's no harm being done."

"Alright, fine." Joe threw up his hands. "Far be it from me to keep another guy's dick down."

"That's my guy," Ben said, patting him on the back. He handed us each a shot glass. "Fill 'em up, men."

The first game was between the Packers and the Seahawks.  Joe and I were for the Packers and Erik and Ben were for the Seahawks. The Packers scored first so Ben and Erik had to come up with a statement.

"I'll get us started," Ben said, raising his glass. "I've never measured my own dick." He glanced at us and then took a shot. 

Erik smiled and took a shot as well. "Okay, let's see..." he began, glancing at all of us as if he were sizing us up. "I've never jacked my dick more than once in a day." We all looked at each other and took a shot, then filled them up again.

Next, Joe and I went after the Seahawks scored a touchdown at the top of the 2nd.

"I've never jerked off in a public place," Joe said. Erik drank, then I did, then Joe. 

I turned to Ben. "You've never beat off in public?"

Ben shrugged his shoulders. "Nope."

"Well, that's a first," Joe commented. "Didn't think any of us would be able to come up with something you haven't done."

"And that's the fun of the game," Ben countered. "Finding out all this stuff about each other. Now, wait, before we go on, I gotta know where you guys all did it." He turned to me.

"Movie theater," I confessed. "I snuck into an R-rated movie as a kid and got all excited."

Ben laughed. He turned to Joe, "And you?"

"At the pool," Joe said. "Some buddies and I went swimming and the sight of the all these women in their swimsuits and bikinis gave me a hard-on. I was afraid someone would eventually notice, so I grabbed my towel and beat off in one of the shower stalls of the locker room."

We all turned to Erik. "The DMV," he said and promptly turned red.

"What?" Joe exclaimed. "There's nothing even remotely erotic about the DMV."

"I know," Erik replied. "I got bored and annoyed waiting for my number to be called, so I went to the restroom and jerked out a load." He shrugged, then added, "But that was only one of the places I've done it."

"What was another?" I asked.

He grinned. "That's for another round."

Now it was my turn. "I've never jerked off with another guy," I said. Erik, Ben and Joe all took a drink.

"You never messed around as a kid?" Ben asked.

"I had a very strict upbringing," I replied.

"Talk about a misspent youth," Ben said. "You missed out on a rite of passage. It's a great bonding experience."

"Oh, well," I shrugged.

The third quarter was unremarkable. In the beginning of the fourth, the Packers finally scored again.

"Alright, I'm up," Ben announced. "So, going back to what we were talking about earlier ... I've never beat off in a public setting more than once." Erik and I took a shot. "Alright, let's have it."

Erik went first. "At work. It was when I got my first office. I was feeling pretty good about my accomplishments, so I closed my door and beat off at my desk."

When their attention turned to me, I admitted, "I went hiking by myself while on vacation in Colorado. I was all alone in the woods, and it was really peaceful and quiet. I was feeling relaxed and, I don't know, a little pumped up from the hike, so I took out my dick."

"That's cool, man." Ben gave me a thumbs up. 

Erik refilled his glass. "I have never touched another guy's dick," he said with a laugh. He, Joe and Ben downed their drinks. 

"Don't worry," Ben said to me, "there's still time." 

In the last few remaining minutes of the fourth, the Packers scored another touchdown.

"Dammit! My Seahawks are letting me down," Ben complained.  He raised his glass, then gave us all a smirk. "I've never tasted my own cum," he announced. Erik and I just happened to glance at each other at the same time. We smiled and then took a drink. Ben nodded approvingly to each of us.

"You really haven't?" I asked.

"Really, no, but now I'm going to since you have. Erik?"

"I've never had an STD," Erik said with a sideways glance to Joe.

Joe reluctantly took a shot.

"Poor Joe," Ben said sympathetically, hand resting on his shoulder.

"Yeah, that fucking bitch," Joe muttered.

The game ended, 21 – 7, Packers. By then, we all had a little bit of a buzz going. Joe got up and headed to the kitchen for some snacks. "How are we feeling, guys?" Ben asked as he stood up and stretched.

"Man, I gotta slow down," Erik said. "I've had about seven shots already."

"Hey, Joe!" Ben called out. "How many shots have you had?"

"Hell if I know," he replied.

"You?" Ben asked me.

"I think only about three or four."

"I think that's about all I've had. We're tied, then." He turned to Erik. "Well, looks like you're the stud of the group. You've had the most fun."

Shortly thereafter, the next game between the Patriots and the Chargers got underway. Initially, all of us were voting for the Patriots, so Ben decided to go with the Chargers to keep things interesting. I joined him.

The Chargers were the first to score.

Joe filled his glass, then threw Ben a look. "I've never sucked a dick." 

"Oh, well, then," Ben said and took a shot.

"Hold on," I interjected. "He actually never sucked my dick. He just licked it."

"Who ever said we were talking about your dick?" Ben asked.

We all stared at him. "Okay, okay, so I've never actually sucked a dick, but it was close enough, so I drank." He turned to me. "You have the distinction of being the first."

"But probably not the last," Joe added.

"Shut up," Ben retorted.

"Wait," Erik said. "Now, does that include sucking your own dick?" 

We all stared at him. "You haven't!" Ben said with wide eyes.

"Well, I tried," he admitted. "Like you guys haven't tried to suck your own."




Are You Game? Ch. 02



"I don't know," Ben replied. "Guess we'll have to wait for another round to find that out."

"Whatever," Erik said, squinting at Ben. He took his glass in hand. "Well, I've never had the pleasure of having another guy suck my dick." 

Ben smiled and took a shot, then urged me to do so. "Close enough, buddy."

I downed my drink. "I still don't think it counts," I said.

Ben winked at me. "Then I'll have to make it up to you."

When the Patriots scored, I said that I would go first. "I have never had a guy's dick up my ass."

"Cut to the chase, why don't you," Ben said. We all looked at each other. 

After a moment, Joe said, "You fucker," and swallowed his shot.

"Oh, my god!" Ben shouted. "Are you kidding?"

Joe covered his face with his hands. "It was my cousin," he began after we all prodded him. "I was thirteen, he was fifteen. He talked me into it – I don't remember how. Anyway, he tried and it hurt like hell, so we stopped."

"Did he actually get it up inside you?" Erik asked.

"I don't think so. I was clenching my ass so tight because I didn't really want to do it, so, luckily, I don't think it went in."

"So, then, you've technically never had a dick up your ass."

"No, I guess not," he said, thinking about it. "Aw, shit, I just drank, though."

"Hey, we'll all drink then," Ben said, grabbing his glass. "In confirmation that none of us have had a dick up our ass." Erik, Ben and I drank. "At least not yet," he added. "Okay, now, I have never played with my own ass while jerking off." Erik, Ben and I drank. Joe shook his head. "Hey, don't knock it," Ben cajoled. "You had one bad experience. It's actually quite enjoyable if you do it right."

In the third quarter, the Chargers scored.

"I've never thought about another guy while jerking off," said Joe. Erik, Ben and I drank at the same time.

"I'll expand on that," said Erik, setting his glass down. "I've never jerked off thinking about a guy that's in this room." 

There was a slight hesitation among us, each glancing at the other. I looked at the floor, inhaled, then drank. Ben chuckled, then took a shot himself. He turned to me, "It was me, wasn't it? Come on, admit it. Please say it was me."

"I'm not saying anything," I replied, trying not to betray myself.

The Patriots scored in the fourth.

I looked at Ben. "After you," he said.

"God, I can't think of anything. Um...okay, shit...what were we talking about before?"

"Sexual fantasies about guys in this room," Ben said pointedly.

"Ass play," added Erik.

"Oh, yeah. Well, I guess I'll say that I've never used a toy on my ass," I said. 

Erik and Ben drank and then grinned at each other. "What was yours?" Ben asked.

"My wife strapped on a little number once."

"You're kidding," Joe gaped. "Oh, I don't know if I wanted to know that."

"We tried anal on her, so we figured we'd try it on me, too."

"And?" Ben queried.

"I think it was more about the change in roles for us than anything," Erik admitted. "You know, her being the dominant one. It wasn't necessarily the act itself that we got off on, but more the fact of it all."

We were all really feeling the effects of the alcohol by this point, so we all fell into a sort of contemplation about what Erik said when he broke the silence by asking Ben what his toy experience was.

"One of those little jelly dildo things," he said and shrugged. "I figured I'd try it once."

Again, we all fell into silent contemplation.

"I've got one," Ben announced. He looked to me for a second, then addressed the entire group. "I haven't had an erection at all during this game." 

We all admittedly grabbed our glasses and drank.

Since the game ended in a tie, we all sat back before the overtime portion began. Joe got up to use the bathroom.

"What do we do now?" Erik asked.

"I don't know," Ben chuckled. "I didn't think about how to end the game."

"Well, we've had a lot of truth tonight," Erik said, "so, why don't we have some dares now?"

"That's it!" Ben exclaimed, clapping his hands. "You're a genius!"

"Great," I said to Ben. "We all know the Patriots are going to win, so you and I are going to have to be the ones who're gonna be dared."

"I'll take your place," Erik said. "I'm drunk and in the mood for some daring shit."

I turned to Ben. "No objections here," he said.

I looked at him and he steadily returned my gaze. "No, that's alright. I'll stick with the Chargers."

"Aw, buddy," Ben said, placing his hand on his heart, "that means so much to me that you'll stick by me."

The game continued and, in a complete upset, the Chargers scored, winning the game. Ben and I cheered and applauded loudly.

"No fucking way!" Joe cried. "That's impossible!"

"This is gonna be good," Ben said, rubbing his hands together. "Looks like you got your wish, Erik. You're the first subject of our dare!"

"I'm ready," Erik replied.

"Okay," Ben said, turning off the TV. "First of all, it makes me really sad that Todd here never got to engage in any adolescent dick play, so I think you should initiate him."

"What do you suggest?" he asked, eyes glassy from the shots.

Ben gestured to me. "You said you have never touched another guy's dick, right, Todd?"

"Yeah."

"Well, to start with, Erik, let him hold your dick."

There was a short moment of silence when I became aware of an electric charge in the air, thick with a sexual tension that had been mounting through the evening with all the talk about our experiences. Erik stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled the waistband of his underwear down, hooking it under his balls. His thick, semi-erect cock stood straight out, veins bulging. I crossed over to him, feeling I was in a slight fog from the alcohol, and took it in the palm of my hand. It felt heavy.

"Now give him a little coaching."

"Alright," he said quietly. "Start to stroke it a little." I enclosed my fingers around his shaft and began to pull on it. He exhaled deeply. I released it and pulled it again. His eyes closed as I continued. He brought his hands to my waist and undid my pants, pulling my dick out and stroking it with his hand. "Here, lemme show you something." He stepped forward, wrapping his hand around both our cocks, pressing them together. He squeezed and started to pump our dicks, the undersides of our shafts rubbing against one another. After a couple strokes, he began to smear my pre-cum around the head of my cock with the thumb of his free hand. I was afraid I was beginning to visibly tremble. I looked up at him and he gave me a sly smile. 

I pulled away. "Okay, that'll just about do it," I said with a laugh, putting my cock back in my pants. "Thank you," I stammered.

"My pleasure," he replied.

Ben applauded. "Now, don't go anywhere, Todd," he said. "Joe, now you."

"Ugh," Joe moaned, standing up. "Alright." He walked over to me and unzipped his pants, pulling his dick out through the fly of his boxers. I took out my cock again. "First, we do this," Joe said as he swayed his hips, slapping my dick with his. We all laughed. "Then we do this," he added as he grabbed my ass and pressed our groins together. "And then ..." he gyrated his hips, rubbing himself against me. He then pulled away and shoved his cock back in his pants. "And you know what eventually happens after all that."

"Yeah, Joe," I said, zipping my pants. "I'm sure I can guess."

"Okay, Todd. Your turn."

"Wait," Joe interjected. "That's it. We did our dares."

"You did mine," Ben clarified. "We both won, so you still have to do his." He turned to me. "What've ya got?"

"Uh, well ..." I said. "I just remembered something I thought about during our game – I've never kissed a guy."

"Oooooh," Ben said, eyes lighting up. "That's a good one!"

"Oh, shit," Joe said.

I turned to him. "So, I dare you to pick one of us to swap spit with for--"

"A minute!" Ben interrupted excitedly.

"No!" Joe stated firmly.

"No, for about ten seconds," I decided. We all looked at Joe.

"Well, if I have to pick one of you guys then it'll be you," he said, pointing to me. "Since we already rubbed dicks and all."

"I'll keep time," Ben volunteered.

Joe got up and walked over to me. "You little shit," he said, smiling in spite of himself. "You ready?"

"Sure," I replied.

"Whenever you're up for it, guys," said Ben.

Joe leaned in, closing his eyes and pressed his lips against mine. We stood that way, stock still, waiting for the time to be called.

"Come on, give him a little tongue!" Ben urged.

Joe mumbled for Ben to shut up with his lips still pressed against mine. Ben called time and Joe pulled back, wiping his lips. Erik laughed while I just shook my head. "Wow, Joe," I said. "That was great."

"You get what you pay for," Joe replied.

I turned to Erik. "Same thing. Pick a guy to kiss for ten seconds."

"Well, I'm not kissing you," Erik said to Joe. "First off, it would be too weird and, second, you suck at it." Joe flipped him off. He looked at me, then Ben. "And since I can't decide between the two of you, I'll kiss you both."

"Well, now," Ben said. "How generous of you. Who's first?"

"You," Erik pointed to Ben.

"Todd, keep time," he said standing up.

"Yes, sir."

Erik walked over to Ben, took him by the shoulders, and pulled him into lip lock. They closed their eyes, mouths slightly parting and closing again. They continued with the kiss, eventually darting their tongues in and out of each other's mouths.

"Time," I announced after ten seconds. They separated and began to laugh.

Erik turned to me. "Now you." He crossed over to me and without any reservation, took my face in his hands and placed his mouth over mine. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and he slid his tongue in, rolling it over mine. He pulled his tongue out and our mouths closed, lips pressing against each other's. He kissed my upper lip, then my lower one, then slid his tongue back into my mouth. I pushed my tongue into his, exploring the wet heat of his mouth, my head swimming.

"That's enough now," Ben said loudly. "Time is up." 

I pulled away. "Whoa, dude. Well, there you have it." Erik smiled.

"Okay, can we go now?" Joe asked impatiently.

"You guys okay getting back?" Ben asked. 

"Yeah, we took a cab here, so we'll just grab one back," Joe said, slipping on his jacket.

"You want me to call? I can call one."

"No, we're fine. Thanks. See you guys next week. Take it easy."

After they left, Ben flopped back down on the couch. "Wow. I am really drunk."

"I'd say," I laughed. "You nearly drank the whole bottle."

"Impressed?"

"I'll be impressed if you wake up tomorrow without a hangover." I went to the kitchen, filled a glass with water and brought it to him. "Here, drink this before you go to bed." He took it with a nod and gulped about half of it. "Call me tomorrow," I said.

He set his glass down, slowly stood up and followed me to the foyer. At the door, I turned back to him. He was swaying on his feet, so I reached out to steady him. He closed his eyes and smiled. He stepped forward and pulled me into an embrace. "I love you, buddy," he murmured in my ear.

I wrapped my arms tightly around him and replied, "I love you, too, man." We held each other for a while, the warmth of his body causing my cock to stir and stiffen again. I hugged him closer, feeling his hard cock press against mine. 

My dick and balls were aching by the time I got back home. I stripped, laid down on my bed and started to pump my dick. I'd had several erections during the course of the evening, which conveyed to me to a clarity I'd never had before: I can be sexually aroused by men. It's not that I thought of myself as gay, it's just that I recognized a certain sexual fulfillment that can be experienced in relation to other men. I thought about Erik – kissing him and having him stroke my dick with his. But my thoughts turned mainly to Ben – his breath on my neck, ear pressed against my cheek, the heat from his groin. I thought about his dick – how it looked when it was hard. I didn't get far in my recollections before I blew my load with more intensity than I ever had before. Afterwards, I smeared my semen across my belly, lingering in newfound stimulation.

Coming soon ... Conference Championships!

Comments welcome!

Copyright 2008 



Are You Game? Ch. 03



Conference Championships

Sunday

I called Ben during the week and told him to get a hold of Joe and Erik – "I have some ideas for Sunday's game," I informed him. 

"What are they?" 

"I'll tell you on Sunday," I replied. "I'll bring the beer."

"Okay. Anything else we'll need?"

"You think you can pick up a can of whipped cream to have on hand?"

"I like where this is going," Ben said enthusiastically. "You got it."

On Sunday, I arrived at Ben's with a case of cold beer. While he was transferring the bottles to the fridge, he told me that he had talked to Erik during the week and that, apparently, Joe had given Erik grief about what had happened last Sunday after the cab had dropped them off.

"What did Joe say?" I asked.

"He said it wasn't cool that he was messing around with us, you know, making out and playing with your dick and all," Ben said. "He said it wasn't fair to his wife."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but get this," Ben continued. "He told Joe to calm down and that when he told his wife about it, which he had planned to do anyway since he already told her about the other nights, she would think it was funny and probably get off on it."

"So, he told her about all the stuff we did?"

"Yep," Ben replied. "And guess what? She loved it. Erik said she got really hot hearing about it and that they had a really good fuck that night because of it."

"Seriously?" I asked. Ben nodded. "Alright, Janelle. I knew she was pretty cool."

"Yeah," he agreed. "But the best part of it all is that it shut Joe up for once." He chuckled, putting away the last bottle. "I got a couple of cans of whipped cream," he said, indicating the five cans he had stored in the door tray of the fridge. "Wasn't sure how much we would need and I would hate for us to run out." He stood up and closed the fridge. "You gonna tell me what this is all about?"

"When the guys get here," I smiled.

"You tease," he said, grabbing my ass.

When Erik and Joe arrived, Ben announced that I was responsible for the afternoon's festivities. "So don't blame me – I had nothing to do with it."

"I'm sure," Joe replied.

I handed them each a beer. "You guys ever hear of a drinking game called 'Cocksucker'?"

Joe made an exaggerated groan. "No, but I'm sure we're about to find out first hand."

"I've never played it before, but it goes something like this: one person gives and the other person gets. For our purposes, whenever your team scores, you get to pick someone to 'suck your cock'. You hold the bottle between your legs and the person you pick, without using their hands, has to take a drink from the bottle. If anyone laughs, including any of the spectators, they have to chug the bottle."

"Simple enough," said Erik.

"Now it requires some finesse...." I began.

"As all good blowjobs do," Ben interjected.

"You have to drink from the bottle without spilling any or you have to chug it."

"And we can't use or hands, only our mouths?" Joe queried.

"Yep," I replied.

Joe looked at Erik and shrugged. "Well, if it's only bottles of beer that we're doing this with," Joe said, "then I'm gonna be the biggest cocksucker out of all of you."

We all laughed and sat down with our beers.

"Wait," Ben turned to me. "What are the cans of whipped cream for?"

Joe and Erik looked at us with eyebrows raised.

"They're for the next game," I replied.

The first game was between the Broncos and the Patriots. With each score, we appointed our "cocksuckers". It became an unspoken rule that each of us had to be the cocksucker at least once for everyone else. The first time Joe went, he spilled the bottle and had to chug it. Ben laughed when I drank from the bottle between his legs, so he had to chug the remainder. Erik got between Ben's legs and started laughing so he had to chug one as well and then had to do another one when he laughed again as Ben drank from his bottle. At one point, Ben picked himself to be his own cocksucker and comically tried to drink from the bottle between his legs, which made us all laugh, so Joe, Erik and I had to chug our beers. The final score of the game was 21 – 18, Broncos. 

"So, what do we have in store next?" Ben asked eagerly.

"Body shots with whipped cream," I said.

"Hot damn!" Ben exclaimed as he jumped up from his seat. "I'm gonna hit the shower and freshen up then. Anyone care to wash my back?"

Before the second game between the Packers and the Buccaneers got underway, Ben, clad only in shorts and hair still damp from the shower, grabbed two cans of whipped cream and set them on the coffee table. He turned to me and nodded.

"So, as before," I said, "when your team scores, you pick someone to lick the whipped cream from the body part of your choice."

Joe shook his head with a smile. "You guys are really repressed, you know that? Don't you get out and do any of this with girls?" 

"Well, of course," Ben replied. "But my libido operates 24/7, man. I take every opportunity I can to get off, with or without girls."

"Amen," I said.

Ben was sticking by his Buccaneers, which made him the odd man out. The Packers scored first, so Joe, Erik and I got to make our selections.

Joe appointed Ben to eat cream from his hand. Ben did, licking Joe's palm, which caused Joe to squirm. "Never knew the palm of my hand was an erogenous zone," Joe said contemplatively.

"Then you've been beating off wrong," Ben replied, licking his lips.

I chose Erik to lick from my finger, who then chose Joe to lick from his chest. He removed his shirt, sprayed cream over his sternum and Joe unceremoniously lapped it up.

The first quarter concluded without any more scoring. Erik got up to use the bathroom, while Joe got on his cell phone and headed for Ben's bedroom. When we were alone in the living room, Ben reached out to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "I'm looking forward to this game getting really underway," he said with a wink and sat back, draping his thick, round arms over the back of the couch. As his workout partner, I'd always thought that Ben had a good body and now, looking at him, I allowed myself to really take in the sight of it. Ben's good at balancing his workouts, so his legs are as developed as his arms and torso. He naturally has a great upper body – a flat stomach and smooth, dome-shaped pecs with nipples the size of half dollars.  He caught me staring and flashed me a grin, rubbing his chest with his left hand. I watched as his fingers trailed across his right nipple. A buzz started developing in my dick, so I blushed and turned away. 

In the second quarter, the Buccaneers scored a 3-point field goal and Ben motioned to me. He took a can and coated his nipples.  "Wouldn't it be nice if I had little cherries to put on them, too?" He watched me intently as I leaned in and sucked the cream off of each. The buzzing in my dick returned.

Before halftime, the Packers made a touchdown. I picked Erik and shot a load of whipped cream into my mouth. He approached me, took me by the shoulders and stuck his tongue in my mouth, fishing out as much cream as he could. His lips pressed against mine as our tongues pushed the cream back and forth between us. He closed his mouth against mine and swallowed, then licked my lips. He grabbed the can from me and said, "Alright, it's your turn." He sat down, lifted his shirt and squirted cream onto his navel. I squatted between his open thighs and bent my head down. As I scooped the cream from his stomach with my mouth, I felt the heat from his crotch emanating through his pants against my throat. "You didn't get it all," he said, pointing to his navel.  I bent over again, sticking my tongue in his navel, lapping up the remaining cream and brushing my chin against to top of his erect dick.

"Erik," Joe said after I sat back down. "You have the immense pleasure of sucking the cream from my big toe."

"Well, thank you," Erik replied unenthusiastically.

Joe took off his shoe and sock and sprayed the whipped cream on his toe. He lifted it as Erik approached and waved it in his face. "Smelling it isn't part of the agreement," Erik asserted. He grabbed Joe's foot, opened his mouth and then closed it around Joe's toe. He sucked for a second, swallowing the cream and then slowly slid Joe's toe out of his mouth.

"Whoa, that felt good," Joe said. "I definitely got a boner now."

When the Buccaneers scored another field goal, Ben appointed me to lick the cream from his armpits. 

"Why do you keep picking me to do this stuff?"

"Hey, this whole game was your idea," Ben replied. He passed the can to me and leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. I shook the can, held it up to his armpit and pressed the nozzle. Ben shivered. "That's cold," he laughed. I sprayed cream in his other armpit and set the can aside. I leaned in and took as much cream as I could into my mouth, then licked the rest off. Ben exhaled audibly. I then did the same to his other armpit, evoking a similar response from him.

With a touchdown by the Packers, Joe picked Erik to lick whipped cream from his chin. Erik crossed over to him, put his knees on either side of Joe's waist and suggestively sat on his lap, eliciting whoops and hollers from Ben and me. Joe leaned his head back and Erik squirted a dollop of cream on Joe's chin and sucked it off. Joe then grabbed Erik by the hips and started bucking up against him. "Maybe your wife can whip out her strap-on and stretch your ass out for me." We all laughed. Erik punched him on the chest and got up.

"Okay, now you can lick it from my neck," Erik said to Joe and took his seat with the can of whipped cream, squirming a little when Joe sucked his neck. "I don't know what it is," Erik sighed afterwards, "but that's one of the most sensitive parts of my body."

"Yeah, for me, too," Ben agreed. "Well, that, and pretty much everywhere else. Now you go, Todd."

"I'll need you for this," I nodded to him. He jumped up.

"Where do you want it?" he asked, shaking the can. 

"Uh ... here, I guess," I said, pointing to my navel.

Ben raised my shirt and generously coated me with cream.  He placed his hands on my thighs and went to work lapping it up, tickling me with his tongue. After he was done, he sat back on his heels, smiled, then grabbed my hard dick. "I thought so," he stated with a smirk, giving my dick a squeeze.

The Packers scored again and we all glanced at each other, waiting for the first volunteer.

"I'll go," Joe said, looking right at me. He stood up and, after a calculated pause, unbuttoned his pants.

"And we're off!" Ben shouted.

I looked away and muttered "Oh, no."

Joe pushed his pants to his knees and sat back down, still in his boxers. "Here, hand me a can." He took it from Ben and sprayed a small amount on his inner thigh. I got up and walked over to him. "Let's go, cream boy." I bent over and gulped the cream quickly. Ben made a few hooting noises.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Ben said, clapping me on the back as I passed by. "Now, Todd, do you have something to top that?"

I paused, gathering up my courage so that I could speak aloud without stammering. "Ben," I said to him. "It looks like you get to suck my dick after all."

Everyone's eyes went wide. Joe made a sound as if he were trying to say something but couldn't. Erik started laughing and Ben was frozen, staring at me. Even if he didn't go through with it, it had been worth saying just for joy of catching him off-guard.  He looked away and started to turn red as we all disintegrated into laughter. Ben sighed, face still flushed and stood up. He crossed over to me as the laughter became muffled by anticipation. He looked at me for a moment, took a breath and dropped to his knees. "Just remember," he said, fixing me with a look, "I'll get you back when the Buccaneers score." He handed me the can. I set it down on the floor next to my chair and then unzipped my pants. Ben watched me as I lifted my hips, pushing my pants and underwear down past my balls. My dick was already hard. Ben looked at it and smiled. I picked up the can and sprayed the length of my shaft with it. The room was dead silent as Ben slowly leaned forward. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and slowly licked up my shaft, gathering the cream in his mouth, looking up at me the entire time.  Then, with his mouth full of cream, he leaned down and engulfed my cock. My whole body tensed. He wrapped his lips around the lower part of my shaft, the coolness of the whipped cream enveloping the head of my cock deep in his mouth. Slowly, he dragged his lips along the length of my shaft, then pulled off and swallowed. I exhaled deeply.

"Well, there isn't any question about it now," Joe said, the surprise conveyed in his voice slightly tinged with something akin to arousal. "You've actually sucked a dick."

"Well, someone had to do it," Ben replied. "You are all too chicken shit."

"Well, then," Erik began pointedly. "Since you're the bravest of the group, you can suck my cock, as well."

Ben shrugged. "If you insist."

Erik pulled his dick out and coated the head. Ben casually walked over to him, leaned in and closed his mouth around the head of his dick, sucking the cream off. A stifled moan escaped from Erik.

Ben stood up. "I think there may have been a little pre-cum mixed with that one."

In the fourth, the Buccaneers managed another field goal.

"Too little, too late, guys," Ben said frowning at the TV, but then immediately brightened up. "Although that gives me one more selection." He turned to me, holding back a grin.

"Oh, no," I said, noticing the glint in his eye.

"Todd, buddy ... since you started all this, I think it's only appropriate that you end it."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Come on, out with it."

The grin escaped and spread across his face. "You get to lick my ass."

My mouth literally dropped open.  Erik threw his head back and started laughing. "Oh, my god!" he yelled.

Joe covered his face with his hands. "Oh, god, I can't watch this."

I shook my head, dumbfounded. Ben handed me a can of whipped cream.

I sighed and we both stood up. Ben unbuttoned his shorts and waited for a sign from me before dropping them to the floor, exposing his fully erect cock. It occurred to me that I was actually sorry he hadn't asked me to suck his dick instead. 

Ben turned around and bent over the couch, propping himself up by placing his hands on the back of it and then slightly spread his legs. He turned to look back at me from over his shoulder.  I stared at his ass for a moment, trying to figure out the logistics of how I was going to do this.  "I cleaned myself very well for you," Ben informed me. "So you wouldn't have too rough of a time."

"Well, thank you," I replied. "At least you did me that courtesy."

Joe jumped out of his seat, throwing his hands up. "Okay, do it, get it over with, but I'm not looking." He went to the bathroom and shut the door.

"He is such a pussy," Ben chuckled. He arched his back, exposing his puckered hole and glanced back at me again. "I'm ready when you are, buddy."

I laughed nervously, realizing that this was the first asshole I had ever seen up close and in person. I looked over to Erik, who grinned and gave me a nod. I turned back to Ben and, suddenly, wasn't all that bothered about it any more. In fact, there was something almost intimate about seeing, well, "this side" of him. I had already licked his nipples and armpits, seen him naked and hard, had my dick in his mouth... this seemed like just another physical exploration of our friendship and trust in each other. Besides, I was a little curious....

I took the can and aimed the nozzle right at his hole. Ben made a moan and clenched his ass when the whipped cream made contact with his anal ring. I grabbed his cheeks in my hands and spread him open a little more. In one stroke, I dragged my tongue over his hole, licking up the cream. Ben shuddered as my tongue passed over his anus and took in a sharp intake of air. "Oh, fuck!" he cried out.

Ben stood up and turned to me, reeling from the pleasure he had just experienced from the brief act. He looked at me, lightly panting, and I gave him a wink.  "Holy shit, buddy," he stammered. "I never had that done before. That felt so goddamn good!"


I patted his shoulder. "Well," I said, "the pleasure was all mine."

Ben laughed. "I'll have to argue with you on that one!"

Joe opened the door from the bathroom and peeked out. "Is it all over?" Immediately, Ben got his bearings back and realized he was standing there with shorts around his ankles, sporting a major boner. He quickly pulled his shorts back up. "Whew!" he exclaimed. "I'm not sure what to do with myself right now."

"I just don't know about you guys," Joe said, shaking his head. He then gestured to the game, which we had all momentarily forgotten. "Well, it looks like it's done."  The Packers had won, 27 –9.

Joe and Erik put on their coats to leave. "Sorry we won't be able to make it for the Superbowl, but family obligations and all," Joe said, then fixed us with a look. "Now, don't be doing anything next week that I wouldn't do."

"What are you talking about?" Ben asked. "We haven't yet done anything here that you wouldn't do yourself."

"Yeah, right."

Erik gave Ben and I a hug before he left. "See you guys soon."

After the door closed, Ben sighed. "Well, I can't speak for you," he said, adjusting his package, "but my balls are fucking blue. I've been hard this entire last game."

"Yeah," I agreed. "We're gonna have to take care of that." I had initially meant "by ourselves" and almost amended myself, when I decided to leave it open to being taken another way and see what might happen.

Ben looked at me contemplatively. "Well, I'm sure tired of jerking off by myself."

"You want me to stay?" I asked, feeling a flutter in my stomach.

"Yeah, I do," he said. "We'll jerk a load out together. It'll be fun."

"Alright," I said as nonchalantly as I could manage. The prospect of jerking off with Ben was exciting me more than I ever would have thought.

"You don't mind if I get naked, do ya?" Ben asked. I shook my head. "Why don't you get naked, too?" 

Ben dropped his shorts as I undressed. Once in the buff, we sat next to each other on the couch.  Ben looked over to me and started rubbing his dick. Somewhat self-consciously, I did the same.  Neither of us looked away. Because of the silence, the air seemed heavy and thick. We pulled at our dicks for a short while before Ben said quietly, "What do you say about jerking each other off?" 

I stopped jacking my dick and smiled my reply. He tentatively reached over and took my dick in his hand. My heart began to pound even harder at the feel of his smooth palm and fingers encircling my cock. I took his in mine. It was smooth, warm and thick and the act of holding it felt completely natural. I enjoyed the notion of having a dick in my hand that wasn't my own. Slowly, we began to jack each other simultaneously.

After a few strokes, I released his dick for a brief second to spit in my hand and then used my saliva to lather his cock. Ben grunted with pleasure, then followed suit. Soon, our rhythm started to pick up and our breathing became labored. 

"Aw, fuck, that feels good, buddy," Ben said in a low growl. 

A feeling of complete contentment flooded over me. There was nothing comparable to having Ben jerking my dick with his hot, sweaty hand...the feel of his slick, warm dick in mine...the expression of pleasure on his face.... I couldn't help but break into a wide grin.

We looked straight into each other's eyes, watching the other's expression as we climbed closer to release, pounding each other's cocks with an almost frenetic energy and alternately crying out, orgasms mounting.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," I said to him, feeling the familiar buildup in my balls.  Ben's hips began to buck against my hand.




Are You Game? Ch. 03



"Aw, yeah, buddy, come on," he moaned.

I gulped for air as my balls tingled and my whole body convulsed, shooting my first volley of cum high into the air. Ben's dick pulsed in my hand as he blew his, his cum arcing in the air and landing on my hip. We fervently continued to pull out each other's loads, splattering cum on each other's forearms and stomachs. Eventually, we relaxed a little, our hand movements slowing as the remainder of our semen dribbled out of our throbbing cocks and over our fingers, our fading moans giving way to laughter. We sighed, heads lolling back on the couch, still clutching each other's cocks.

"Oh, shit, that was hot," Ben said after a moment, then added with pointed sincerity, "I'd be up for that again sometime." 

I returned his gaze. "Sure," I nodded.

Ben got up and grabbed a towel. We cleaned up and redressed, making small talk about our respective plans for the week. Before I left, Ben gave me a firm, lingering embrace. 

It felt weird being alone back at my place. It was as if, just by touching each other, we had created some kind of deeper bond that became more pronounced in each other's absence. I felt conflicted – gratified in the fulfillment of a shared sexual experience, yet slightly unsettled by this brief physical separation from him.

Coming soon ... Superbowl!

Comments welcome.

Copyright 2008 



Are You Game? Ch. 04



Superbowl

In the middle of the week, I got a call from Ben – "Dude, my fucking dick is hard. Get down here and help me with it." I was out the door and at his place within seconds. Ben opened the door in a towel, which he quickly tossed aside. I ripped off my clothes and we stood in his living room facing one another, dicks at the ready.

Ben reached out, grabbed me by the dick and pulled me closer to him. His other hand slipped up my arm to my shoulder. I took his hard cock in hand and we simultaneously started pumping each other's rigid cocks. We started out slowly, stroking one another in silence, until our breathing became more audible. Ben smiled at me and continued to let his free hand roam across my chest, down my stomach and over my hip. I laid one hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding against it as his dick pulsed in my other hand. Our pace picked up, the force of our movements shaking our bodies and deepening our exhalations of enjoyment. Ben watched me intently, lips slightly parted. We unconsciously leaned in towards one another, mouths open and lingering close to each other's – his breath hot against my face. 

As our excitement grew, our mutual jacking became rougher and our free hands gripped tenaciously at each other's arms. Ben closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine, his ragged breaths dissolving into moans and gasps.

"Oh, yeah," he started repeating over and over as we brought each other closer to climax. My whole body began to tingle as my balls tightened. "Aw, fuck, man, I'm gonna cum," I said through clenched teeth and then began to shoot my load. Ben followed suit with a geyser of his own. Cum spurted out of our dicks repeatedly, soaking each other.

After our orgasms had subsided, we stood holding each other by the dicks and arms, slowly catching our breath.

"Holy shit," Ben started to laugh. "We really made a fucking mess." We looked down to see our cum running down our hips, thighs, balls and hands, forming puddles on the floor. Ben picked up his towel and dried me off.

My dick was mildly sore the following day, but it was a really good kind of ache.  It seemed to me to be a physical marking of a definite change in my friendship with Ben.

After I got home from work on Friday, I found myself in a state of restlessness. I hadn't seen Ben the previous day and I was dying to get together with him again. I stripped and grabbed the phone, dialing his number and fondling my dick.

"Hey, buddy. I'm glad you called," he said as he answered the phone.  "What're you up to?" 

"Oh...not a whole lot. You?"

"Nothing much," he replied. "Although I am actually playing with my dick right now."

I chuckled in admission. "That's pretty much what I'm doing, too."

"I'll be right over then," he said and hung up. I put the phone back in the cradle and waited in silence, running my hand over my erect cock in eager anticipation. A few seconds later, he was pounding on my door. "Hurry up, Todd!"

Naked and sporting a full erection, I unlocked and opened the door. Ben jumped in, naked as well, his two hands barely covering his hard-on.

I stared at him for a moment, then burst into laughter. "What are you doing? You came here naked?"

Ben started turning red. "It's only one flight. I wasn't going to put something on, just to take it off again." 

"I don't believe it," I said, still laughing. "Did anyone see you?"

"Who cares?" Ben replied. He wrapped his arms around my waist and with remarkable strength lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and dove in after me. In bed, we adjusted our positions so that we were lying on our sides facing each other, our heads resting on our arms. Ben draped his leg across mine and lightly rubbed my foot with his.  Our hands automatically reached out and caressed each other's chests.

"What?" Ben asked as I started to laugh again.

"The thought of you scampering through the halls naked and hard is pretty funny."

Ben laughed with me. "Luckily, no one saw. I took the stairs. Besides, it was kind of exciting." His hand found its way to my dick.  He ran his palm over my balls and between my legs, his middle finger brushing my hole. I took his balls in hand and began to gently massage them. He sighed deeply.

Ben spat in his hand and lathered my dick. I willingly did the same to his. He pushed me on my back and stretched out on top of me, pressing our dicks together between our bellies. Slowly, he began to grind his hips against mine, our slick cocks sliding against each other. I ran my hands over his hips and across his round, muscular ass as he rubbed himself against me. My fingers slipped into the crack of his ass and lightly caressed his hot hole, which brought a smile to his face. Periodically, he would raise his hips and brush his dick back and forth across mine. After a time, I began to buck my hips into his, enjoying the feel of his thick cock on my groin.

Ben pushed himself up on his hands and knees and told me to sit up. He straddled my thighs so that we sat facing one another, legs on either side and dicks touching. He rocked his hips side to side, slapping my dick with his. I spat in my hand and lubed up our cocks, wrapping my hand around both and pressing them together. I held my hand steady as Ben began thrusting his hips, his wet cock sliding against mine through my fist. He leaned back on his hands and continued to thrust his pelvis forward and back, creating a warm friction on the undersides of our shafts as they rubbed together. Our dickheads began to ooze pre-cum and I used that and more saliva to keep us lubricated as he fucked his dick in my hand.

Ben started to make whining sounds as if the pleasure was getting too much for him. I lathered our dicks again and began pumping them together. Ben stopped thrusting and watched me with his mouth hanging open.

"Oh, god, that feels really good," he murmured quietly.

I started pumping our cocks even harder, eliciting trembles from Ben.

"You're gonna make me cum, man," he said between breaths. Within moments, his hips started to buck and he blasted a first string of cum. The feel of his warm semen running over the head of my dick brought forth my forcible ejaculation. 

"Oh, fuck!" Ben cried out as we continued to pump out a steady succession of cum. I squeezed the last bit of seed from our enflamed cocks as Ben collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving. He reached for our dicks, scooped up a handful of cum and languidly smeared it across his chest. Suddenly, he sat back up, scooped up some more and smeared it across mine.

We rested for a moment, then Ben got up from the bed and went to my hamper, pulling out my gym shorts. He slipped them on and said with a wink, "I'm really looking forward to Sunday. Erik and Joe won't be able to make it, so it's just us." 

"Yeah, Joe mentioned something about that last time."

"So, I'll see you then, right?"

"At the very latest," I replied.

He crossed back to me and gave me a long embrace, our chests sticking together with drying semen.

Sunday finally came after what seemed like an eternity. We greeted each other at the door with a firm hug. I was instantly hard. My dick seemed to have gotten in the habit of springing to life whenever I was in fifty feet of Ben.  After our embrace, I could tell that Ben was hard as well, as he overtly adjusted himself with a grin.

We talked briefly about what we did yesterday – my end of the conversation delivered only half-consciously since I was preoccupied with thinking about his naked body, now clad in shorts and a long-sleeve pullover.  I was aware of the fact that the last three times I'd seen him he was completely nude. I forced my attention back to our conversation, realizing he had just asked me what I was doing tomorrow. The physical distance between us seemed to have lessened considerably at some point and the close proximity caused me to fumble over my words. He reached out and put his hand on my arm as we continued our conversation, glancing at each other's lips as we spoke.  

"Here, I got something to show you," Ben said, changing the subject with a sly grin. He turned on his DVD player and large screen TV and motioned for me to sit next to him on the couch. "Check this out."

A video of two muscular men appeared on the screen. They were groping at each other's dicks through their clothes.

I stared at the screen for a moment, hearing Ben chuckle beside me. "What is this? Gay porn?" I asked, slightly surprised. 

"Yeah, I picked it up today. It's a hoot." The guys shucked their clothes and were instantly trading blowjobs. "I've only seen the first few of minutes of this one. I decided to wait and watch the rest of it with you when you got here."  

After an impossibly long oral session, one of the guys bent the other guy over and began tonguing his hole.

"Oh, look. That's just what you did to me last week," Ben said, patting my shoulder. 

"Now why exactly are you renting gay porn?" I asked.

Ben smiled. "I was curious about how the other half lived." He paused and picked up the remote. "Is this offending you? Do you want me to shut it off?"

"No, no," I responded, a little quicker than I had intended. "Let's just see where this all goes."

Ben set down the remote and leaned back. "Have you ever seen gay porn before?" he asked.

"No, actually," I said, watching the fervent tongue bath with growing interest. "Have you?"

"I've seen bi porn," he responded. "The guys who were fucking the girls got fucked up the ass at the same time."

"Well, yeah, I've seen that, too," I admitted. "Not much difference, I guess, except the girl's missing."

"Oh, I'm sure she's still there," Ben replied matter-of-factly. "She's probably focusing the lights."

"Ah, she's been demoted, then."

The guy onscreen with the larger endowment donned a rubber as the other guy got on his back and raised his legs overhead. Slowly, the big guy pushed the length of his dick into the other guy's ass in one smooth stroke.

"Whoa," Ben and I both said simultaneously. For the next few minutes, the guys proceeded to fuck in every position imaginable. During one of the extreme close-ups of the action, I turned partially to Ben, not taking my eyes off the screen. "That one dude shaved his ass, didn't he? Look, you can see his ass stubble."

Ben laughed aloud. "Yeah, it looks like they're both pretty liberal with the razor," Ben turned to me. "Do you shave your ass?"

"No, I don't," I replied flatly. "No one's ever been back there so what do I care if it's fuzzy or not?"

Ben laughed again. "Yeah." The guy getting fucked was now sitting on the other guy's lap, riding him for all he was worth. He began shouting about how big the other guy's dick was and the other guy in turn started yelling about how tight the guy's ass was.  They seemed to be having a damn good time.

"Wow, that guy's a real trooper," Ben observed as they changed positions yet again. We continued to watch as the guy getting fucked jerked out his load. Then, in the next shot, the guy who had fucked him spewed cum all over his face. The video faded to black.

Ben switched off the TV and cleared his throat. "You know it's a good thing Joe wasn't here to see that. He'd probably start to cry." I smiled and nodded in agreement. "So, what do you think?" he asked me casually. 

"Well, it was definitely educational," I replied. "Is there a reason why you wanted to show that to me?"

Ben shrugged. "Thought you might get a kick out of it," he said. There was a brief moment of hesitation, both of us unsure of what to say.

"Would you ever do something like that?" he asked curiously.

He was acting nonchalant, but I got the impression that the question was a little more loaded then he was letting on. "I don't know," I shrugged. "They seemed to really get off on it, but...I don't know. I guess it all depends. What about you? Would you do that?"

Ben nodded slightly. "I think I'd try it once. You know, while I'm still young and unattached. Just to see what it's like." I nodded back and we lapsed again into a brief silence. Ben got up from the couch and stretched his arms overhead. "I'll make us some drinks. How about a whiskey on the rocks?"

"Sounds good," I replied. "I'm gonna hit the john."

As I closed the bathroom door behind me, I realized that my hands were shaking. The image of those two guys fucking had been burned into my mind. As I mentioned to Ben, I'd seen a guy get fucked before, but that was while he was fucking a girl and, while that had been new and interesting to see, somehow now, the idea of two guys together on their own was even hotter. My thoughts shifted into wondering what it would be like to do that with Ben. I realized then, in that instant, that I really wanted it. I turned on the faucet and washed my hands and face, trying to figure the whole thing out – why I was now contemplating actual sex with another guy. I had never really thought about gay sex until Ben and I started messing around. I supposed that he had shown the video to me to see if I would be up for it. I was, obviously, since my dick was straining my pants. I knew it wasn't that I wanted to fuck another guy or get fucked by one – it was that I really wanted to fuck BEN and have HIM fuck me. To see what it was like. I loved messing around with him – it was one of the few times I felt a certain sense of exhilaration and comfort. That I felt really connected to someone. He's the best friend I'd ever had and I was willing to do anything that involved our dicks, since we had broken that barrier anyway. So, when I thought about it that way, it really didn't seem that big a deal. 

I was slightly startled when I heard a knock on the door. "You better not be beating off in there without me," Ben shouted.

I opened the door. "I'm not beating off." 

"Too bad. Well, come on, then," he said with a nod of his head, "the game's about to start."

In the living room, Ben handed me a drink. I took a seat on the couch as he switched on the game. When he sat down next to me, he positioned himself close enough so that our arms and legs were touching. The contact sent a bolt of electricity through my body that settled in my already hard dick.

"The Broncos are mine, buddy," he said as he raised his glass.

"And I'm with my Packers." We sipped our drinks. "So, what wagers do we have for the big event?"

"I dunno," Ben replied. He turned to me and paused, looking me in the eye as if to uncover some clue as to what I would be up for. "We'll think of something, I hope."

The game started and we continued to sip our drinks without saying a word. After a few minutes, we fell into commenting on the plays and cheering the scores as we had done during the previous games. 

During the commercial break between the first and second quarters, Ben pulled off his shirt. "Just getting more comfortable," he smiled.

"I'll join you," I said and peeled off my shirt. Ben's gaze roved quickly across my chest and down my stomach. He reached for his drink, took a sip, then set it back down on the coffee table before leaning back and resting his arm on the back of the couch behind me. His armpit and thumb were now lightly touching my shoulders and felt warm. The heat from our bodies seemed to have risen a few more degrees suddenly.

The second quarter kicked off and during the various events, Ben would clap me on the back or I would slap his thigh, we would 'high-five' or thump each other on the chest. It was as if we couldn't help but be in some form of physical contact with one another at all times.

At halftime, Ben muted the game, saying he wasn't interested in the show. "You want another drink?"

"Sure," I said, handing him my glass. "It's a shame your Broncos aren't doing better," I called out to him from the couch. "I think the Packers may be getting bored."

"Don't be so smug," Ben called back. "Comments like that might get you into trouble." He returned with the drinks. We took a swig and set our glasses down.

I turned to the TV momentarily and watched the marching band and baton twirlers dance around in silence. I picked up my drink again and turned back to Ben. "Hey, why don't you put on the DVD again?" I suggested. "That's some funny shit." Ben suppressed a smile. He scrambled for the remote and flipped on the player. A couple of seconds later, another set of muscular guys started going at each other onscreen. 

Our hands eventually found their way to each other's tents. We massaged each other for a while watching the action, our pre-cum leaking out and forming wet spots on the front of our pants.

My attention was drawn away from the screen when I felt that Ben was watching me. I turned to him and our eyes locked, betraying a mutual desire. Ben reached into my pants and wrapped his fingers around my cock.

I inhaled deeply, set my drink aside, then, with both hands, quickly undid his shorts. Ben released his hold on my dick and raised his hips, pulling his shorts down and letting them drop to the floor. I unzipped mine and shucked them as well. Our hands went again immediately to each other's bodies, exploring our naked flesh and freely roaming across our chests, arms, stomachs and cocks.

Ben glanced down at my erection and, as if mesmerized, leaned over and took me into his mouth. I gasped in pleasure and surprise as his hot, wet mouth engulfed me. My head started spinning with the pleasure and the knowledge that Ben was actually, no-doubt-about-it, sucking my cock. He began to bob slowly up and down on my dick as he took my balls in his hand, gently kneading them. I started to squirm in my seat, certain that I would blow my load at any moment.  Ben pulled off and squeezed my shaft, causing a drop of pre-cum to leak out of my head. He licked my head clean, then slowly slid his mouth down my shaft until the tip of my dick pushed into his throat. I gripped the cushions and closed my eyes, intent on experiencing every sensation as his throat muscles contracted around the head of my dick. I started forcing the air out of my lungs in short, quick breaths in order to keep from ejaculating too soon. 

Ben released me and sat up, smiling. "Hey, I finally found a good use for not having a gag reflex." 

I couldn't speak. I was stunned, still reeling from the brief, intense pleasure he had given me. All I could do was pant. Technically, he had taken my dick in his mouth once before, but this had been completely of his own volition. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, seeming to shake my whole body. My cock, wet from his saliva, felt cold in the open air. 

Ben gazed at me, "What? You look surprised. It's not anything I hadn't done before."

That was it for me. Any reservation or timidity I had before, which had been miniscule anyway, was completely gone. I slid off the couch to my knees, grabbed him by the thighs and bent down to lick the shaft of his dick. He sat up quickly the moment my tongue touched him, then eased back as I reached his bulbous head. I looked up at him and he gave me a huge smile. I tilted my head down and opened my mouth, taking him in. His thick, hard cock filled my mouth completely and I was satiated by the feel of it. The musky scent of his groin wafted into my nostrils as I took as much of him in as I could. I pulled off and ran my lips up one side of his shaft and down the other. I went back to his spongy head and encircled it with my tongue, tasting his salty pre-cum. I took him in my mouth again and slowly slid up and down the entire length of him. He pushed his fingers through my hair, moaning loudly. He then pulled me off of him, shivering slightly.

"Holy fuck, buddy," he said, mouth agape. I gave his dick one last lick, then sat back.

Ben melted into the couch and rubbed his face with his hands. "Oh, my god, that felt so good." He sighed heavily. "The sight of your mouth on my dick was almost too much for me, man." We exchanged a smile, then he took me by the arm and pulled me back onto the couch next to him. "Well, we can definitely add that to our repertoire of things to do," he gushed. 




Are You Game? Ch. 04



My heart was racing, excited by the foray into new sexual territory with Ben. The gay video was still running with another set of guys engaged in a 69 session. That looked really good, I thought - as if the concept was suddenly new to me.

Ben switched back to the game.  "Okay, I think I need to cool down for a moment," he said, taking a swig from his drink. He focused his attention on the TV as he set his glass down, then sat back and placed his hand on my thigh. I did the same. Our hands automatically stroked each other's legs as we tried to concentrate on the game. The score was 17 – 3, Packers.  The Broncos were in possession, working towards a first down.

All of a sudden, a feeling of complete bliss flooded over me – I was sitting on the couch with my best friend Ben, naked and hard, periodically experimenting with each other sexually while watching the Superbowl. I shut my eyes, lingering contentedly in the moment. 

Ben's hand moved over my thigh into the crease of my leg where his fingers gently grazed my balls. My hand moved up his thigh, across his lower abdomen and straight to his cock. I ran my palm down his shaft and cupped his balls. His free hand caressed the back of mine.

Bolstered by the eroticism of our groping, I turned to Ben and said, "Bet your ass the Broncos won't score during this quarter."

He took a moment to conspicuously contemplate the idea. "What exactly would my ass have to do?"

"It would have to take my dick," I informed him pointedly.

Never to be outdone, Ben glanced at the timer. "That's more than eight minutes away, buddy," he said, then looked me straight in the eye. "Why don't we just do it now?"

My heart skipped. I feigned ambivalence with a shrug and a slight nod. 

Ben casually stood and sauntered to his bedroom. He returned with a towel draped over his shoulder and a blue bottle of lube, which he flipped open and squeezed out a generous portion into his open palm. He set the bottle aside and tossed the towel on the couch, then lathered my dick completely with the lube before squirting out a bit more to grease his hole. He turned his back to me and glanced over his shoulder, slicking up his backside with a smile. He backed up, straddling my legs and took my slippery cock in his hand. He lowered himself down until he was poised above the head of my dick.

Every nerve in my body was tingling. "Ready?" he asked with a backwards glance.

"Oh, yeah," I replied.

Slowly, he eased himself onto my cock. With gentle pressure, his anal ring stretched to accommodate me. Ben moaned at the moment of penetration. I held him by the hips as he widened his stance, thigh muscles flexing as he carefully slid further down on my dick, groaning and slightly rotating his hips, allowing more of my shaft to slide up his ass. The progression was slow and smooth, the ease of entry aided by the slippery lube as well as a mutual longing for the experience. Almost halfway down, Ben clenched and unclenched his sphincter, allowing his muscles to relax and for him to take in more of my cock. He paused, taking a deep breath, then continued his descent until, eventually, his buttocks were touching my hips.  My dick was feeling like an accordion – flattened down as far as it would go in its hardened state under his body weight. With the last half inch to go, I tilted my hips, stretching and pushing up fully into him, causing him to cry out.

"Aw, fuck, man!" Ben said aloud. He lightly grinded his hips against mine, as if trying to take all of me inside. My dick was coated with his warmth and strained for release. I calmed myself down as best as I could. He sat on my lap for a moment, my throbbing cock buried inside him to the hilt. I felt like the room was spinning. Slowly, he eased himself off.

He took the towel and wiped his hand, a devilish grin covering his face. "Looks like the Broncos just scored, buddy. And with only about a minute left to go in the third."

I glanced back at the TV. A succession of instant replays of the touchdown from every angle played out onscreen. I looked back at Ben, who stood in front of me, hands on his hips and eyebrow cocked. 

I grabbed the bottle of lube and handed it to him, then kneeled on the floor. Ben luxuriously smeared his dick with lube. I watched him prep his dick before turning to get on all fours. Ben kneeled behind me and squirted the clear liquid onto his fingers. The lube felt cool and wet against my hole as he teased my ass. He circled my anus with his fingers, gently massaging me. He then rubbed his dick along the crack of my ass. I consciously relaxed myself, savoring the sensation of his tip at my hole. I had finger-fucked my ass a few times in the past and the pleasure I derived from it caused me now to eagerly anticipate Ben's dick. 

He dried his hand with the towel. "You ready, Todd?" he asked, a deep rumble in his voice.

I looked back at him and nodded.

Ben took me by the hips and pressed his dick against me. Holding my hips firmly, he pulled me back onto his dick, his slick head forcing me open. I instinctively arched my back and the tip of his dick gently slid past my ring. I tensed for a moment, halting any further progression, allowing my ass to adjust to the penetration. I contracted my sphincter muscles, then released, pushing back onto him. I rotated my hips, corkscrewing his dick into me. A pressure developed in my gut as more of his dick eased inside. I paused, allowing the pressure to dissipate, before working to take him further in. A mild burning sensation grew along my anal ring as his cock continued its entry, but was not enough to make me want to stop. A whimper of pleasure escaped from me as his cock continued to fill my hole. Before long, his hips were against my ass, his thick, round balls touching my perineum. 

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" I exclaimed as his dick pulsed inside me. 

Ben blew out a breath. "Fuck, man, your ass feels good." I was seized with a barely containable urge to let him fuck me. 

Ben pulled back and slowly eased out, then jumped to his feet. "That was fucking hot!" he declared breathlessly. He started pacing the floor back and forth, running his fingers through his hair. I stood up and faced him. 

He stopped pacing and looked at me, exhaling a slow sigh. "I fuckin' popped your ass cherry, man," he stated somewhat proudly.

I laughed. "That you did."

"And you got mine," he emphasized. "How cool are we?"

I laughed again. "Well, I...couldn't have given it up to a better man."

Ben was pleased by that. "I'm flattered, buddy," he said sincerely. "Likewise. Come on, let's go get cleaned up."

In the bathroom, we soaked a washcloth in warm water and cleaned each other's dicks.

"You know," Ben said as he tossed the washcloth into the sink, "we wouldn't have been able to get away with all this if Joe and Erik were here."

I nodded. "And the game's not even over yet. Not that there's really anything more we could do that we haven't done already."

Ben cocked his head to the side. "Oh, there's always more we could do, buddy," he stated clearly. He put his arm around my shoulders and we headed back to the couch to watch the remainder of the game. The fourth quarter had just started. We downed our drinks for another round. I turned to watch Ben's bare ass as he headed for the kitchen, musing on the fact that my dick had been up it just a few moments ago.

We sipped our drinks, watching the Packers score another touchdown in the last quarter and eventually finish the game victorious.

"Well, your Packers won," Ben said as he leaned back with his drink.

"Hell, yeah, they did. So, what's my reward?"

Ben didn't miss a beat. "Whatever you want," he replied.

I shrugged. "I don't know, man. I'm pretty much up for anything."

"Anything?" Ben asked, squinting his eyes. I nodded confidently. He set his glass down and stood up in front of me, hands resting on his hips and dick growing. "Why don't you fuck me then?"

I smiled. "I'd love to," was my simple reply.

Ben took the bottle of lube and squeezed some out before handing it to me. I squirted the lube onto my dick and smeared it around as he prepared his ass.

Ben got back on the couch and laid down on his back, spreading his bent legs. I set the bottle aside then kneeled between his thighs, aiming my dick at his glistening hole. He watched me intently as I pressed the head of my engorged cock against his anus. He pulled his knees to his chest and motioned with a nod of his head for me to continue. I pushed forward against him, meeting slight resistance until Ben relaxed his sphincter muscles. He winced and cried out as my dick slid into his ass. I paused and asked him if he was okay.

"It's all good, man," he replied. He reached around me and grabbed me by the ass, pulling me deeper inside him. The tight ring of his anus slid along the length of my shaft all the way to the base. He released his hold on me and draped his arms overhead. I rotated my hips against him, loosening him up, but also stalling for time. The feel of his inner warmth for the second time was enough to make me shoot my load. I pulled my dick back until only the head remained inside him, then eased back in to the hilt. Our eyes never left each other as I began to gently fuck him. Ben's breathing deepened, his muscled chest expanding fully with each intake of air. I leaned over, placing my hands on either side of him, our faces just inches from one another. I continued to slide my dick in and out of his ass, evoking moans from both of us. I was thrilled beyond measure to be fucking him and wanted to experience every single sensation of it.

Ben grabbed the cushion from the back of the couch and tossed it aside, allowing us more freedom of movement. My pace began to pick up. I tried to force my awareness away from my dick by concentrating on the reactions that played across Ben's face. His mouth had dropped open and he was alternately moaning and grunting. His eyelids drooped repeatedly with the weight of the pleasure I was giving him. 

"That's it, Todd," Ben panted. "Fuck me." His body was rocking back and forth with the increasing force of my thrusts, jostling his round balls.

As much as I tried to prolong the event, it wasn't long before I felt my dick swell. "I'm gonna cum," I announced in a strained voice.

Ben took my face in his hands. "Yeah, cum in my ass."

With that, my body jerked and I shot my pent up load inside him. I looked down and saw Ben's dick raise up from his belly and spurt a blast of his own. Ben shouted and grabbed his dick, pumping out the rest of his seed as I buried my cock as deep into his ass as I could, releasing the remainder of my ejaculate.

After a moment, Ben's body went limp, but he continued to hold my head with one hand, rubbing the back of it with his fingertips. He gazed at me languidly, swimming in a lingering state of pleasure. He brought his hand to my cheek and gently ran his thumb over my lips.

Without a thought in my head, I leaned down and kissed him. Our eyes closed as our lips pressed softly together. Ben's mouth opened and I flicked my tongue inside. He encircled me in his arms, pulling me down on top of him, continuing our kiss. Our tongues explored each other's mouths and lips, building with an increasing fervor. My consciousness drifted between his wet mouth, his heart thumping against my chest, the heat from his arms on my back, and the warmth of my dick still inside him. Time seemed to slow down and stretch on indefinitely. 

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Hope you enjoyed reading this series as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to all of you for your votes and comments.

Copyright 2008 



Are You Game? Set and Match



This is a story I wrote in recognition of Carrie1, her stories inspired me to write something myself using her sports persona from the volleyball series she wrote. I let her see it long before I finally decided to post it and I hope you all enjoy it. Be sure to check out her range of stories as well which are truly amazing.

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Carrie was sitting in the change rooms pondering her situation and trying to work out just how she managed to once again get herself into one of these situations that she didn't have much control over. She had thought that she would have been able to outsmart Tanya after she threw up the challenge but had been soundly beaten leaving Carrie to believe Tanya had set it up like that just so she could put forward a new challenge for Carrie to do, and what a challenge. 

Tanya had simply said "I want to play a game of tennis with you" which seemed harmless enough until she said that she would be choosing Carrie's outfit and also that nothing could be worn underneath, no bra and no panties. This had terrified Carrie as she knew just how small those tennis outfits could be and Tanya would surely choose the smallest one possible. Thankfully Tanya had allowed her to choose when it would take place, with it being at the local tennis club, so Carrie chose 10am on a Tuesday morning knowing that there was very little chance of anyone else being around knowing that Tanya would have chosen a Saturday afternoon when the main competition was on. Sighing she got to her feet and almost hesitantly removed her singlet top and bra then dropped her shorts and g-string before slipping the rather small skirt on and then the top that matched. 

Moving to where there was a mirror Carrie looked at herself and was more shocked now once she realised just how short the skirt was and knew it wouldn't take much to be showing off from under it. She decided to test her outfit a little and began bouncing on the balls of her feet all the time watching in the mirror and could see that the skirt lifted every time she bounced which was a worry, but more concerning was the way her breasts moved around under the top causing her nipples to rub against the fabric which felt almost silky smooth. 

This caused an immediate reaction and her nipples began to harden showing easily through the fabric almost like they were trying to break out, while she enjoyed the sensation of the fabric on her nipples she knew this meant the whole match would be played with her nipples pointing straight out at Tanya who would obviously be watching closely. As Carrie was checking herself out in the mirror she suddenly hears a voice behind her and she stops and turns to see Tanya leaning against the doorway "Oh don't stop on my behalf," she giggles "I have been enjoying the little show."

Carrie turns a little red as she realises Tanya must have been watching while she was checking to see how the outfit moved and must have gotten a pretty good show. "Oh ... err ... damn you Tanya," Carrie stammers "I was just trying to get used to wearing this before we played. Now let's go and get this over and done with," and she rushes past Tanya heading outside. As she passes outside she is momentarily blinded by the bright summer sun but her ears are assaulted by cheers, cat calls and whistling and she freezes on the spot waiting on her sight to adjust as she starts to look around. Her knees go weak as she notices there are people everywhere around the outside of the fence around the court and she hears Tanya coming up behind her giggling with glee "Tanya!" Carrie hollers "What is going on?"

"Oh you mean these people here? I didn't think it was fair for you to not have an audience to show off your ... prowess," and Tanya laughs even harder "I just phoned a few friends to let them know about today and I guess they must have let others know." Carrie turns to run back inside but Tanya grabs her arm and stops her "Oh no you don't, you agreed to this game and you can't chicken out now or I get to choose something else and I can guarantee that it won't involve clothes at all."

Carrie stops in her tracks and looks at Tanya as if pleading to not make her do it but she can tell by the look in Tanya's eyes that there is no way this is going to go anywhere but out on the court, with that her shoulders drop and her resistance falls away as Tanya starts to pull her out from the doorway and into the middle of the court. As they move out into the middle of the court Carrie can hear all sorts of calls from the crowd about her attire or lack thereof, but due to the constant movement of her breasts under her top her nipples are still growing harder even as she is feeling more embarrassed. "What say I start with service?" Tanya snickers as she lets go of Carrie and heads down to her end of the court.

Carrie just stands there breathing heavily and trying to control her urge to run as a ball lands near her feet "Come on Carrie," Tanya calls from the other end "Are we going to play or are you just gonna stand there as target practice for me?" Carrie turns and looks at Tanya wondering how quickly she could get this game over with and moves to the back edge of the court getting ready to start playing. 

Without thinking, since her brain is a bit muddled right now, she automatically drops into her normal stance for waiting on a serve and is suddenly brought back to her senses as a range of whistles and cheers break out behind her due to the fact her skirt has ridden up from her bending and she is showing off her butt to those behind her. "That's the spirit," Tanya calls from the other end and sends down her first serve which Carrie barely moves towards knowing how much she will show off chasing the ball. "Come on now Carrie, you have to at least make an effort, after all what will all your supporters here think if you just stand there?" Tanya giggles.

"Easy for you to say," Carrie calls back "You aren't showing everything off each time you move." Even as she speaks though Carrie moves across the court slowly to await the next serve and this time Tanya actually aims it at Carrie who manages to send it back over the net, eliciting more cheers, but Tanya slams it back to fast for her to get to again. 

"See they want you to play, they are cheering just because you hit it over the net," Tanya taunts.

"Or more likely because my butt perhaps puts on a show or my breasts started dancing around under this flimsy top you got me." Carrie calls back with a tinge of anger in her voice even though she must admit the constant rubbing of the top across her nipples was certainly enjoyable and was keeping her nipples constantly erect, which she was sure everyone could see. She did notice that there were also a fair number of females in the crowd that seemed to be paying very close attention to her every move. Before long the first game is over without Carrie scoring a point but she did return the ball a couple of times and now it was her turn to serve, which had her worried. She was normally a very active server and would leap high before slamming the ball across the net, scoring many aces this way, but today she knew leaping about like that would show everything front and back as her skirt would lift completely above her butt and pussy plus her breasts would certainly take on a life of their own. So without so much as even lifting a foot she simply lobs the ball over the net to Tanya who slams it back straight away which Carrie actually tries to reach for stepping wide in a vain attempt and feels a cool breeze between her legs that blows across her pussy lips, which she realises are actually a touch damp. This whole situation was actually turning her on quite a bit and she knew she would have to be careful to not show off to much or people would see how excited if they caught a glimpse of her moist glistening lips. Next serve she tried to put more effort into it, but without the leap and serious swing of her arm there was no way it would be any more than an easy lob over the net for Tanya to return. She could see Tanya was getting a bit annoyed with her lack of enthusiasm but she wasn't to caring right now how Tanya felt. Here she was in the middle of a tennis court with at least a hundred people doing nothing but staring at her waiting for her skirt to lift or breasts to move hoping to see something that they normally wouldn't at a game of tennis, although the more she thought about all the watchers the more it seemed to excite her and she was pretty sure her nipples were straining against her top not just from the fabric but also from her arousal.

Carrie was getting a little worried about just how excite she might get if this match went for too long but also knew Tanya would not let her out of this easily and would try to stretch the game for as long as possible. Needless to say Tanya won that game as well and shortly the score was four games to nothing and Tanya moved up to the net calling Carrie to come over to her "Carrie, I am not sure about you but this is the most one sided game of tennis I have played so before."

"Once again Tanya I have to say that it is easy for you to say. I am the one playing almost naked," Carrie answered getting a little irritated with her friend, especially since she noticed that Tanya's eyes were firmly fixed on her nipples "Hey Tanya, my face is up here." 

"Oh I know that Carrie," Tanya giggled "But the view at chest height is ever so delicious."

Carrie crosses her arms over her breasts so Tanya's view is suddenly hidden "Did you call me here to just perv on my tits or did you want something?"

"Well I do certainly want something but that may have to wait till later," Tanya says with a wanting look in her eyes "But I did want to tell you that you had better start playing this game a bit more seriously because if you just give it up and let me win you will be back here on Saturday afternoon with nothing on at all." Carrie was stunned and couldn't speak for a minute then managed to stammer "You ... you ... can't be serious? I couldn't do that!"

"Well then get back down the end of the court and start playing a bit more serious or that is exactly what will happen," Tanya demanded.

Still in a bit of shock Carrie answers "Okay, I will play and I will try but don't go expecting my absolute best," and with that Carrie spins on her heels to head back and hears a whistle come from Tanya. "Looking good sexy, thanks for the nice butt flash Carrie," Carrie looks back over her shoulder at Tanya looking a little flushed from embarrassment but also from a little excitement as well that she just couldn't stop from happening since walking out of the change rooms. While walking Carrie can feel her pussy lips rubbing together and all it does is increase her arousal and with her nipples still straining against her top the crowd at the end of the court she is heading to begin cheering at her again and she actually gets a little spring in her step knowing she has to go through with this and she may as well try and enjoy herself, although it was still going to be difficult unless she could really get herself into her tennis playing groove. Carrie turns to face Tanya again and takes a deep breath trying to focus on the game at hand while shutting out all the noise coming from the crowd which seems to be growing even bigger as the game progresses. With an amazing strength of will Carrie drops into her normal playing stance blocking out the cat calls from behind her at the sight of her butt coming in to view and readies herself for Tanya's serve.

As the ball flies toward her she finds that she is actually focusing on it and is able to return it with some force catching Tanya off guard and wins that point, she feels happy and jumps a little to cheer but is suddenly brought back to earth with louder cheers as she does due to her skirt once again lifting up. Carrie stops still for a moment and says to herself "Focus Carrie, you need to play well or this is just going to get much worse," and with that she moves across to await Tanya's next serve and once again tries to push the sounds around her to the back of her mind.

The next few points Carrie actually starts to give Tanya something to work for and even though she is obviously giving the crowd around her quite a show Carrie manages to keep her mind on the game, even though she does notice that her arousal doesn't seem to be subsiding, rather if anything, it is growing with each cheer and whistle that gets through her concentration. By the time the first set is over Carrie has made a decent showing of herself both physically to the crowd but also in the game itself with the final score being six games to two in Tanya's favour. She is sweating quite heavily now and not just from her exertion in the game as she feels so excited by all that is happening even though she has tried to shut it down, the more she tries the more it seems to keep building.

"Not bad Carrie," Tanya says as the pass to swap ends "You seemed to finally get into the game there towards the end, maybe this next set will be a little more competitive." 

"You haven't given me much choice now have you Tanya? I don't really have a choice, and no being naked on Saturday is not something I would even call a choice," Carrie tells her.

"Well take a five minute break and cool down, have a drink, show off some more ... whatever you feel like sexy," Tanya teases her.

"I bet you would love me to show off more you perv, don't tell me you aren't getting your thrills watching me in and out of this outfit as I move around," Carrie adds.

"Of course not," Tanya exclaims "Why do you think I decided on this? To check out your backhand? As if ... of course I want to perv, you are after all a very hot and sexy woman. Don't tell me you haven't noticed that it isn't just the guys in the crowd checking you out?" Carrie turns and heads to a courtside seat with her face turning red once again without admitting to Tanya that the thought of other women checking her out along with the guys was adding to her excitement. As she sits down to relax she thinks about what has gone on during the game so far but also at what she just saw when talking to Tanya, her nipples had been straining against her top even though she has a bra on underneath, which tells Carrie that Tanya is obviously getting rather excited herself while watching her.

This gives Carrie some ideas about what she could possibly do to distract Tanya from her game since she was thinking that unless she actually won the whole match Tanya would find a way to make it out that she had lost on purpose and have to do something else to make up for it. There was a little shade at the side where she was sitting and the water she was drinking was certainly helping to cool her down and her nipples actually started to relax a little along with her overall arousal. She looked around the court and noticed that there was not much noise at the moment as people seemed to be waiting for her to come back on to court before they were going to start cheering again. A wild idea came to Carrie as she was drinking her water and looked over to Tanya who was basically doing the same as her just trying to cool down and at that point she knew what she was going to do. As if going to have another drink Carrie tilted the bottle to her mouth, but at the last moment just tipped the rest of the bottle down the front of her top, sending shivers over her from the sudden coolness and bringing her nipples back to life. The water also ran on to her skirt causing it to cling to her like a second skin while she was still sitting down, she then stood and the crowd suddenly returned to life with a roar causing her to look down and realising way to late that the top was now almost transparent and her areola were also now clearly visible.

Tanya, on hearing the crowd, turns to look at Carrie and lets out her own cheer and whistle before yelling out "Looking hot there sexy," and as Carrie turns to look at her she can see, that even though her idea went further than she had planned, it was definitely having an effect on Tanya as she was staring at Carrie's chest, then her eyes suddenly moved down south. "Good thing you are a true blonde Carrie," Tanya laughs making Carrie look down and can see that the skirt is still clinging to her and would certainly have been showing her neatly trimmed patch of hair if she had dark hair, so she quickly grabs the skirt and peels it away from herself hoping it will dry pretty quick and not stay clinging for too long.

Carrie quickly moves to her new end and turns to face Tanya knowing she is rather focused on her breasts and how they are now almost completely on display through the almost transparent fabric of her wet top and when she is sure Tanya has nothing but her nipples in her thoughts sends her serve down this time actually leaping a little, very thankful for the water on her skirt as it tends to stop it from flying up. Tanya doesn't even move as the ball flies by her then suddenly snaps back from her thoughts of Carrie's nipples and what she wants to do to them "Hey I wasn't ready," she exclaims.

"Well if you would focus on the game and not on my breasts then maybe you would have seen it," laughs Carrie, happy now that she knows there is a way to take control of this match and possibly turn the tables on Tanya, of course as long as she could keep the noise of the crowd from overwhelming her. Without giving Tanya too much time to recover Carrie quickly moves across and sends her next serve down, this time Tanya sees it coming but still isn't quick enough since she is still focusing mostly on Carrie's nipples struggling against her top. Carrie starts to get into her groove and is clearly staying aroused with her breasts working overtime under her top, she seems to be slowly becoming detached from her situation, as she knows the crowd is getting rowdier as she starts to move and jump more with every shot and is giving them a show they would be lucky to find at a strip joint, but it no longer appears to be worrying her. 

On the other hand it is certainly causing her arousal to build past simple excitement and she begins to wonder what Tanya would think if she could get a close view of her moist and now swollen pussy, in fact she reckons if Tanya got close enough she would probably be able to smell her scent. Soon enough Carrie is actually leading three games to nothing and starts to think she may have Tanya on the ropes and starts to push even harder, knowing without a doubt that some of the views she must be giving the crowd must be bordering on obscene, but it would be worth it in the end if she could really take Tanya down. As the next game gets under way Tanya fires down a powerful serve and Carrie lunges sideways for it but loses her footing in the process and while still hoping to hit the ball she knows she is about to get up close and personal with the court surface. When she lands hard on the ground her breasts are squashed under her body weight and with her nipples being rock hard she winces as they are pushed back into her breasts, but even though it is painful she also feels a rush of pleasure from the suddenness of the impact. She lays still for a moment trying to catch her breath after all the air was forced from her lungs due to the impact and as she thinks about getting up sounds of cheering and whistling come to her ears.

Did she actually return the ball? Is the cheer just from the effort she put in? Just then she feels a breeze between her legs that sends a shiver over her body as it caresses her pussy lips, which at first she revels in the feeling then suddenly realises what she it is she is actually feeling and looks back over her shoulder. Carrie is shocked for a moment as she notices that from the way she landed her skirt has ridden completely up over her butt exposing it to everyone, but worse still was that her legs were apart giving everyone behind her a clear view at her wet and swollen pussy.




Are You Game? Set and Match



She leaps to her feet as Tanya calls out "Hey, if you are going to show off like that at least face my way," and she starts to laugh so hard she has to sit down for a moment. Carrie can't answer as she is awash with feelings of embarrassment which she had worked so hard to get past and she wraps her arms around herself and begins shaking just standing on the spot from the sudden unexpected and uncontrolled show she had just given, plus Tanya's laughter really wasn't helping. 

The noise around Carrie seems to slowly quieten down as many in the crowd start to realise that Carrie wasn't just being modest but appeared to truly be distressed about what had just happened and the noise continues to drop until Tanya's laughter can be clearly heard above everything else. To Carrie it seems like hours but in truth she has been standing there for just a minute as the crowd goes silent, all of a sudden a girl in the crowd calls out "Come on Carrie, don't let that laughing hyena get the better of you," someone else yells "Let's get behind her everyone," as a chant starts up "Carrie ... Carrie ... Carrie." Carrie starts to look around the crowd and can see that they are now cheering for her not just for what she has to show off and slowly she takes her arms from around herself and can feel her embarrassment slipping away as her frown begins to turn around to a smile. She glances towards Tanya and can see she has stopped laughing and is looking somewhat stunned at the fact the crowd is suddenly supporting Carrie instead of just leering and cheering and gets back to her feet "Okay then," she starts sounding a little annoyed that her crowd which was supposed to put Carrie off her game is turning against her "Let's get this game moving again, your ass is mine." 

Carrie manages a weak giggle answering "My ass is only yours if you win," suddenly realising she has just basically offered herself to Tanya if she wins. 

"Oh yeah, now that is the sort of challenge I am talking about," Tanya calls back with a huge smile on her face "And if I win not only will your ass be mine but it will be mine in private ... no crowd this time." The confidence that had been creeping back into Carrie seems to falter at Tanya's words knowing how serious she is "Well you still have to win perv," she calls back but without a great deal of strength of conviction to her words. 

"I think then it's time for me to get back into this game," Tanya almost laughs as she speaks and steps up to the line preparing to serve causing Carrie to grab her racquet and rush back to her spot. Tanya's first serve shoots straight by Carrie and she moves quickly over to serve again trying to give Carrie no time at all to get herself back in to her groove, her next serve is returned but Carrie gets herself so far out of position Tanya is able to easily send the ball back over the net well away from Carrie. In no time at all Tanya wins her service game and is bouncing around at her end of the court "That's how it's done girl," she taunts Carrie who is still having trouble getting herself back into the game properly even though the crowd is now supporting her and cheering her on which is worrying her because she needs to win this set to push the match to a third. Now Carrie prepares to serve, while she leaps a little she certainly doesn't leap like she had been earlier, and Tanya can see she is still being hesitant and pushes her advantage as hard as she can and before long Tanya has another game won bringing her back into the match at three games to two in Carrie's favour but next is Tanya's serve again. 

Even though she has lost another game Carrie can feel herself starting to relax more as the crowd continues to chant her name and call out their support to her, but what causes her to smile is the fact some guys, and maybe girls, are calling out things like "Come on hot stuff," and "Carrie you not only show her up in playing but also in your looks," of course she is sure there are more lewd comments mixed in as well but she doesn't hear any of them in particular. Tanya is holding nothing back but now with the crowd really getting behind her and supporting her Carrie soon starts to really get back in to the swing of her game and thoughts of what her outfit is doing begin to move once again to the back of her mind. The crowd starts to go really wild, due partly to the fact Carrie is stepping her game up again but of course also because she is really putting on a show with her nipples growing hard again as she relaxes and her skirt flying around showing off her butt with nearly every step and occasional glimpses of her neatly trimmed strip above her pussy. 

Even though Tanya wins this game as well Carrie is feeling so much better and really gives her a hard game, and by the time her serve comes back around she is once again aware of the fact that she is getting aroused and gets a spring in her step as she moves to prepare for her serve. Carrie lets loose with a crashing serve leaping high and giving the crowd what they had been waiting on, the sight of her butt flashing from under her skirt brings a loud roar once again from the assembled crowd and Tanya is momentarily distracted missing the serve. Carrie giggles at Tanya "How did it go? Oh yeah ... That's how it's done." 

"Yeah yeah," Tanya calls back "bring it sexy, I am not giving up on your ass that easy," Carrie does a little twirl causing her skirt to flare up giving Tanya and the crowd a quick view of her butt and pussy before slamming her next serve down before Tanya can even react. "Hey, you distracted me," she argues.

"Well you dressed me like this so you are just going to have to put up with it," Carrie laughs "I mean I would think you are wanting to get me in even less than this if I lose." 

"Of course I do but that is for later on in private," Tanya adds.

"But only if you win," Carrie replies before firing down another ace and once again giving the crowd a quick flash. Before long Carrie has that game won and the next couple of games go on serve, Carrie's arousal is once again building higher and any concern she has for showing off to the crowd is replaced by the exhilaration she is feeling from not only playing so well again but from the constant state of arousal her body is riding almost seeming to carry her along through the game. 

She is getting a little concerned that her excitement may push to far and send her over the edge but she can think of nothing to do besides stop the game which she knows she can't do. While she awaits Tanya's serve, knowing if she can win this game the second set is hers, she can feel perspiration running down her body both from the increasing heat of the day and the heat building within her body. Tanya slams down a powerful serve but with the pent up energy in her body Carrie is on it in an instant and returns it easily, surprising Tanya, who just can't get to it and Carrie squeals with delight and jumps up and down showing off her butt and landing strip unashamedly to her very vocal crowd. Tanya struggles against the seemingly limitless energy that Carrie is drawing from and soon the game is over in favour of Carrie, the fact she just won the set takes a moment to kick in and when it does she lets out a wild yell of exultation and starts running around the court almost like a victory lap and the more she runs the quieter the crowd gets as they stop and stare. Carrie's breasts are bouncing and swaying under her top with her fully erect nipples clearly pushing against the fabric like they are trying break out, the rubbing sensation does nothing to Carrie but increase her excitement, and she hollers out loud.

Her long athletic legs are running fast causing her skirt to fly high constantly giving all she runs towards a grand view of her landing strip, and if they look close enough can even see the edge of her moist and swollen pussy lips, as well as her butt to them as she passes by. As she passes Tanya it looks like she wants to say something but appears almost spellbound by the view Carrie is giving off and just shakes her head as she watches the vision of perfection keep running. Carrie gets back to her seat dropping down with a thud and tries to catch her breath but has difficulty since her heavy breathing isn't only from her exertion but also from the still building arousal deep within her and she wants to slip her hand between her legs to finish things off but resists the urge and reaches for her water bottle. The only thing holding her back is the knowledge that she still needs to beat Tanya in one more set and right now she knows that it won't be easy considering her body is doing its best to distract her and Tanya will be going all out to make sure she wins it so there will be a return match. 

Carrie realises she needs an edge but what more can she do, maybe the water on her top again, but even with that advantage last time she nearly lost and looking back over to Tanya she notices her looking at her as well with a smile on her face. With an almost knowing nod to her Carrie realises Tanya seems to know just what is happening to her and that can't be a good thing, then suddenly an idea slips into her mind "I need a toilet break," Carrie says.

"Don't be long spunky," Tanya calls after her. Carrie dashes into the change rooms and finds her clothes she had been wearing when she got here and slipping them into her bag she takes a moment to compose herself trying to draw strength from within for what she is about to go and do. When ready she casually wanders back to the court and sits back down taking another drink then takes a deep breath and turns to look at Tanya and smiles mischievously, all of a sudden she takes hold of the edge of her top and swiftly lifts it over her head exposing her breasts to everyone around but Tanya has one of the best views there. 

The crowd goes wild as Tanya's eyes lock on her breasts and erect nipples as Carrie has another surge of excitement rush through her body from the sudden attention and when she thinks Tanya has had enough pulls her singlet top from her bag and slips it on. Her singlet top doesn't really do much to hold her breasts in place as it was one piece of clothing she almost always wore with a bra, but she was fairly sure if she could control herself to play while wearing it then Tanya would certainly be totally distracted and this could hopefully be all over soon. "Don't think I haven't realised what you are up to," Tanya says as they head back out to start the last set "Wearing something like that is just going to cause you more trouble than me." 

"Oh I don't know," Carrie replies and bounces a little as she walks emphasising how much more her breasts move and show through the sides of her new top and Tanya does a double take noticing that one of Carrie's breasts almost slips fully in to view, stopped only by her nipple catching the fabric of her top and holding it in place. Carrie wanted to finish this match as quickly as possible as she was slowly becoming concerned if she didn't then there was every chance she could have an orgasm right here in the middle of the court in front of everyone, so she looks around the crowd smiling, drinking in their cheers, then looking straight at Tanya begins the last set with a powerful serve that causes her breasts to almost fall from her top. Time seems to mean nothing to Carrie now as she feels like her wild energy, coming from her constant arousal and imminent orgasm, is carrying her through the game and the cheers from those assembled around the fence help her along as well. The set moves along with both Tanya and Carrie holding serve, Tanya is digging deep and finding strength in the knowledge that if she wins she gets to have Carrie's ass, but will certainly be wanting more than that without a doubt and is finding herself getting somewhat aroused at the thought of just what could happen if she does win. 

Carrie is moving as if in a trance, barely taking in what is going on around her as her body reacts as if it is controlling her, the cheers grow wilder as every lunge threatens to fully expose her breasts and her skirt barely stays down leaving her butt on display almost constantly. Each point is hard fought and every game is won only after a long battle, between points their eyes meet across the net, each trying to see if they can find a weakness, something to give them an edge but as the set progresses further their looks become less clinical and more desiring as both players continue to grow in their arousal. With the day getting hotter and her body getting hotter, Carrie's top is saturated and clinging to her showing off her areola and nipples to all assembled in fine detail and she also notices that even Tanya's nipples are trying their hardest to show themselves even though she has a bra on under her top. Since nearly every eye is upon Carrie they don't notice that Tanya is occasionally between points quickly rubbing her hand between her legs, but Carrie has noticed and is happy that she is obviously having the desired effect on her and also very turned on by the fact that Tanya is getting all worked up and aroused because of her.

"Maybe I will let her have my ass even if I win," Carrie mumbles to herself as she begins to think about the possibilities of a private 'lesson' with Tanya. With a serve powered by her arousal Carrie wins her service game again putting the score at five games to four with Tanya now to serve, if Carrie can win this game it will be all over but of course neither of them have been giving anything away and if this keeps up the game could go on for ages. Tanya's serve is a rocket and Carrie barely gets her racquet to it but is unable to return it and watches as it sails wide and sighs wondering just how long this match could go if they keep this up, although she realises it will all be over soon if she can't keep her building orgasm under control. As she moves to get ready for the next serve an idea springs to mind, which as she looks around at the crowd that has grown so large since this all started and what had been a small tingle between her legs grows stronger as her idea takes hold. Carrie turns to face Tanya saying "Damn it's gotten so hot," and with that she grabs the edge of her singlet top and pulls it quickly over her head and throws it over to where her other things are.

The sound of the crowd suddenly ceases as she exposes her breasts for all to see, then the crowd explodes, cheering, hollering, whistling, they can't get enough of this tennis goddess and some in the crowd call for the skirt to go as well but she simply ignores them and stares intently at Tanya with a wanton smile noticing Tanya has actually dropped her racquet and is staring at her with her mouth open wide. Carrie bounces from side to side sending her breasts into a mesmerising dance and calls out to Tanya "Hey, you gonna serve that ball or are you conceding the match?" 

This snaps Tanya out of her trance "No way," she says without a lot of conviction "You have just given me more incentive," but Carrie doesn't think she is sounding all that confident. Tanya's next serve is wide and Carrie giggles causing her nipples to shake.

"Come on the square is pretty big to land the ball in," she laughs at Tanya who gives her an angry look before sending her next serve wide as well "Oh no ... is that a double fault?" 

Carrie chuckles and Tanya scowls at her "You better be ready this time Carrie, no holding back now." Her next serve is a thunderbolt but Carrie gets behind it and powers it back over the net and the crowd goes wild, neither of them wants to give in and a long volley ensues actually bringing the crowd to silence as they watch these two battle it out with Carrie's breasts mesmerising many of them as they dance around with every step and lunge. Of course with so much effort being put in Carrie's skirt is flying high and her butt stays exposed to all and to top it all off she can feel a breeze caressing her pussy lips every time she steps wide and can feel her arousal growing almost to breaking point. Carrie finally manages to slam in a return that Tanya can't reach and now she is leading in Tanya's service game, a roaring cheer goes up that is almost deafening and Carrie stops where she is for a moment trying to breath deep and hold back her orgasm that is now ridding on the very edge of a precipice threatening to flood her over with wild erotic sensations, but which would also mean she couldn't continue to play. 

"Are you okay?" Tanya calls to her over the net and she looks up unable to speak and just nods back, her eyes seem to be glowing with an inner fire and her breath is still coming rough and ragged "Oh my ... are you?" Tanya exclaims with a smile on her face "I think you are, you are truly amazing and incredible and I can't wait to win now."

Carrie can barely speak "You ... haven't ... won yet," she stammers and with a wild force of will stands up straight holding out her breasts for all to see and manages to pull herself back from the brink but knows she can't hold back for very much longer at all. As she turns to move back to the end of the court she notices that some guys, even girls, have their hands on their penises or between their legs playing with themselves and realises that she and Tanya aren't the only ones that are highly turned on by the whole spectacle. Carrie moves with an exaggerated swagger now with the way she is feeling and knowing what she is doing to those around her at the same time, and spinning lightly on her toes give another show of under her skirt before crouching and readying herself for Tanya's next serve. She is breathing heavy as she waits and can see the same of Tanya who is taking longer than normal to serve as she also seems to be trying to compose herself, then quickly the serve is sent her way giving her just moments to get her racquet in front of it and send it sailing back over the net to Tanya. Once again they get into an extended volley and Carrie is constantly assaulted with sensations as she perspires and then is chilled by the breeze blowing over her, especially when beads of perspiration run over her nipples sending shivers throughout her entire body as the breeze blows over them followed by a sudden breeze between her legs cooling her pussy lips but not her growing lust for her opponent on the other side of the net. 

Carrie stumbles to her knees after returning another shot to Tanya and groans thinking she can't get back up to stop any return but then hears another roar from the crowd and looking up sees Tanya also down on her knees and the ball behind her against the fence "I got it in?" she breathes quietly to herself. The cheering of the crowd washes over her as she once again struggles to hold back her orgasm, but fight she does as the score is now 15-40 meaning it is now match point and if she can win this one last point it will be over and victory shall be hers. Both Tanya and Carrie stay on their knees for some time struggling to get control of their emotions, both keep looking at each other and now Carrie is seriously looking closely at Tanya's nipples yearning to be free of their encasement and realises that she now wants to nothing more than for this match to end and take Tanya home to explore her body with her hands the way Tanya has been exploring her own body with her eyes. 

Using the thought of winning and taking Tanya home she manages to once again keep her orgasm just back from the edge of explosion and struggles to her feet and prepares herself "Come on Tanya you know you want these," Carrie says swaying her breasts towards her "So show me how much if you think you can beat me," and she hears shocked gasps from the crowd as they realise she really did just offer herself to Tanya. 

"Oh yes sexy," Tanya's voice is dripping with desire "I want ... and I will have," she yells firing a powerful serve at Carrie which carries to high and strikes Carrie on her left breast. Carrie screams out in pain and drops her racquet, as the crowd groans in sympathy, and she drops to her knees holding her breast "I ... I am sorry," Tanya calls as she runs to the net realising she had really hurt her best friend. Even though Carrie was hurt by the sudden impact, she also seemed to feel an exhilaration run through her body at the same time that she could not explain, in fact it ran right down to her pussy which was threatening to give in now.




Are You Game? Set and Match



Looking up at Tanya she begins to rub her sore breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers "mmm ... that feels so good," she breathes out softly "Want to help make it feel better?" she asks of Tanya who immediately begins to step over the net with a wide smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. "Oh no," Carrie quickly says "Not now there is still a game to be won," and as the stimulation on her nipple brings her orgasm closer than ever she unconsciously slides her other hand between her legs and presses against clit and pussy lips almost as if to push her orgasm back. 

Tanya stops with one leg over the net staring at Carrie's hand between her legs and without even thinking rubs her pussy gently along the rib of the net sending her mind spinning. The crowd is straining against the fence, which can be heard to creak and bend with the weight of so many as they try to get a glimpse of just what is happening under Carrie's skirt. Almost as quickly as it began she removes her hand, because of the way she had been kneeling no one beside Tanya had really had a chance to see the amazing display Carrie had just given, and with that she grabs her racquet and stands back up, her face flushed, her breathing heavy, her breasts heaving with each breath and her nipples standing out more erect than most would think possible. "One more point," she whispers to herself, and as her legs begin to shake she knows she is just moments from one of the wildest orgasms she has ever had and calls out "Get off the net Tanya and serve that damn ball," which snaps Tanya from her ecstasy she had been giving herself rubbing her clit and pussy along the net and she stumbles back to the end of the court grabbing the ball and turns to face Carrie.

Tanya's face is giving away the fact that she too appears to be close to an orgasm which excites Carrie even more if that were possible, and with that Tanya manages to dig deep and find some inner strength to fire down an impressive serve but Carrie has so much pent up energy from holding back her orgasm for so long easily steps to meet the oncoming ball and smashes it back over the net to the opposite side of the court to where Tanya is still standing and has no hope of reaching. Before the ball even lands Carrie is running at the net and Tanya watches the ball as it lands well inside the line meaning Carrie has won, the crowd breaks out in wild exultation and Tanya turns just in time to see Carrie leap easily over the net as she runs on a direct course for her. Tanya barely has time to realise what is happening before Carrie slams into her and wraps her arms around her pulling her into a tight embrace, their breasts press together and each can feel the nipples of their opponent hard and erect. 

Carrie lifts Tanya from the ground easily with her strength enhanced by the sudden release of her pent up frustration and spins her around "Tanya ..." she breathes hoarsely in Tanya's ear "I am so hot for you ri... ooohhh ..." her voice trails off as her orgasm grabs hold of her and her body begins to shudder as she holds Tanya tight, their bodies pressed firmly together so Carrie's shudders are felt by Tanya.

"Oh Carrie," she exclaims "Are you having what I think you are having?"

"mmm hmmm ..." is all Carrie can manage as she nibbles on Tanya's neck causing her to squeal in delight. Tanya had fantasised many times in the past about getting Carrie into bed and here she was wrapped in her arms with her almost totally naked body pressed against her in the middle of a tennis court with possibly hundreds of people watching as Carrie orgasms. It is more then she can take, and while nowhere near as powerful as Carrie's, Tanya has an orgasm of her very own. As both of them come down from there erotic highs they realise exactly what has just happened and they first look at each other with beaming smiles before looking around at the crowd, which had gone deathly silent as they all took in this incredible sight of these two gorgeous women enjoying each other in front of them all. Then the trance breaks and they all go wild, many in the crowd seem lost in their own little world, still with many hands at groins, some couples savouring the moment in their own embraces as Carrie and Tanya slowly release their embrace but their hands stay together. They turn to face one side and giggling they take a bow before turning slowly to bow to each section of the assembled, and now excited, masses before Carrie spins Tanya back around to face her.

"That was the wildest thing ever Tanya," she says still rather breathless and leans forward planting a gentle kiss on her lips which sends a shiver down Tanya's spine. 

"You are the wildest thing ever Carrie," Tanya says looking deep into her eyes "You have truly amazed me today ... in many ways." Even though they are surrounded by people they completely block out everything but each other as they stand there face to face holding hands, Carrie still naked but for her little skirt says "Well, the match is over and so is my orgasm ..." she hesitates for a moment as if collecting her thoughts on what she wants to say "but I want more now and ... I can't believe I am saying this ..." her voice falters.

Tanya reaches up and strokes her cheek tenderly "Say whatever it is you want Carrie." 

Carrie nods then takes in a deep breath, which emphasises her breasts to Tanya who smiles, "I want to have more with you," her voice soft but full of wanting. 

Tanya squeals with delight and pulls her tightly against herself and squeezing her tight she says with her voice dripping with absolute desire and lust "You don't know how long I have wanted to hear you say that," then she giggles and trying to sound manly "Your place or mine sexy?" and they both burst into laughter.

Carrie grabs Tanya's face in her hands and kisses her more deeply this time, holding the kiss for some time which gets Tanya heating up once again, then Carrie pulls back from the kiss "Mine's closer," she says without a hint of humour "And I want to get you home before I change my mind ... let's go," and with that she turns to head towards her stuff beside the court pulling Tanya along with her. She gathers up her few bits and pieces stuffing them into her bag and pulls out her keys before turning back to Tanya "So are you ready to go?" she asks.

"Umm ... are you planning to drive home in just your skirt?" Tanya asks.

"Why not? It's not as if I haven't been seen by enough people today ... and besides I want you to be able to see just where your lips will be in a few minutes once we get in the door at my place," Carrie croons. 

"Well I can tell you something hot stuff," Tanya says as they head for the car, followed by a fair number of the crowd "My lips are going to be there long before we get in the door," and to emphasise the point gently pinches her nipple with her fingers causing Carrie to jump from the unexpected burst of sensation. 

"I think you had best hold off," Carrie stammers "Or I might not be able to drive properly ... but it does feel so good," and as they get to the car Carrie pushes Tanya against it to give her another full deep kiss, running her hands up her sides before pinching her nipples through her bra and top.

"Ooohhh ..." Tanya moans "I don't want you to stop that, but I would prefer to be somewhere more comfortable and private." "Okay," Carrie says quickly before releasing Tanya and jumping into the driver's seat letting out a yelp as her butt lands on the hot seat "Maybe I should have put something on this seat is damn hot," Carrie scowls.

"Not as hot as you," Tanya tells her as she reaches over to caress her thigh, slipping her hand between her legs searching for her pussy but Carrie bats her hand away.

"There is no way I could drive if you do that, now let's get moving," and with that Carrie starts her car and pulls out of the car park waving to those that had followed them from the court giving them another nice view of her breasts before she pulls out of sight. It takes but a few minutes to get back to Carrie's place and she has to fight Tanya off the whole way not wanting to have an accident but the constant teasing has gotten her heating up again and all she can think about is getting inside and helping Tanya out of her clothes. As they hop out of the car and head for the front door, Jack the next door neighbour is standing in his front yard and sees Carrie in just her skirt "Um Carrie, you okay? You lose something?" he queries not able to take his eyes of her breasts and protruding nipples.

Carrie jumps a little in surprise as she is so focused on Tanya "Oh this?" she gestures at her lack of clothing "No I haven't lost anything," and she brazenly tweaks Tanya's nipples right there in front of him "Well not yet anyways, but I think Tanya is going to change that." 

Tanya squeals at the attention on her nipples and also takes in the words Carrie just said knowing she means she will soon be losing her girl-on-girl virginity, and wrapping her arms around her pulls her inside the house leaving Jack to stand there, eyes wide open and trying to pick his jaw up off the ground as he hears the squeals of delight that they are already beginning to bring out of each other ... it would be a noisy, yet very interesting afternoon for Jack.



Are You Game? Ch. 01



Once my mind gets going, I have a hard time shutting it off, and my hard-on wasn't going anywhere, so I knew I wouldn't sleep until I took matters in hand and reflected upon my current state. It didn't take any deep exploration to realize that I've always possessed a somewhat exaggerated sense of identification in regards to sex. I think it's only natural to be aroused by someone else's arousal, projecting yourself into their experience as if they're an extension or representation of yourself. That's why I'm more aroused hearing a man describe a sexual encounter than a woman because she's telling it from her perspective, which isn't as appealing to me as another man's. It's also why I generally only watch porn that have men in the scenes; I'm not as aroused by women engaging in sexual play alone or with other women because it doesn't really provide me with a context where I feel I can imagine myself. 'Look but don't touch' has never really appealed to me.

So, in that respect, it was only natural to find myself aroused by Ben's gay oral experience, reputedly one of his best, because I could imagine myself in a similar situation, particularly now that he had provided me a sort of prelude. What fascinated me, though, was how he seemed to be completely comfortable with it. It made me wonder if he himself had ever gone down on a guy or, if he hadn't, if he wanted to. Perhaps what we had done was as far as he would go and it had only been a joke, but, regardless of that, the incident provided me with an incentive to explore a little bit more than what I had so far in terms of my own sexuality.

Messing around with another guy was a concept I had not ever considered before, for no good reason other than not ever being presented with an opportunity or possessing the desire to seek it out. I had no idea whether or not any other homoerotic opportunities would arise again, but I found myself wondering just how far I might go ... if I would actually let another guy blow me if the opportunity presented itself.

With that thought, my dick pulsed impatiently for attention and I became aware of the cool, wet spot on the front of my shorts. I slipped my hand inside and took hold of my dick, stroking it gently while rubbing my thumb along the tip, which was slick with pre-cum. I closed my eyes and slipped my other hand up my shirt, rubbing my nipples with my fingers as I gently played with my dick. Out of curiosity, I pulled my hand out of my shorts and stuck my thumb in my mouth, tasting the saltiness of my pre-cum for the first time. I had never done that before, but I guess this was an appropriate evening for firsts.

I spread my legs open and stuck both hands in my shorts, pushing my fingers into the tufts of my pubic hair surrounding the base of my shaft and balls. I gently massaged my groin, working my way to the perineum. I traced my fingers lightly over my balls, feeling a distinct tingle throughout them.

I thought about Ben's dick, recalling the sight of it in his shorts as he revealed it to me -- plump and smooth, nestled in thick tuft of golden pubic hair. I wondered if it had a similarly distinct musky smell as mine had ... how big it became when he was hard ... the amount of ejaculate it released. I had never seen his dick before; even though we worked out together we rarely changed in the locker room, having dressed before going to the gym. I have, on numerous occasions, checked out other guys when afforded the opportunity in order to see where I fall on the spectrum of size and shape. Ben appeared to be decently endowed, probably the length and diameter of two full fingers when flaccid. I found myself sort of hoping I'd get to see it again, just to get a better look ... which, I'm sure, wouldn't take much encouragement on anyone's part.

I raised my hips and pushed my shorts down to my ankles, spreading my legs and taking hold of my erect dick. I stroked it slowly while cupping my balls and gently kneading them with the fingers.

I felt a little odd thinking about Ben as I jerked myself, but my thoughts kept returning to him of their own volition. Granted, I didn't really know Ben all that well, but I got the impression he'd be more than okay with it. He struck me as the kind of guy who, if told he was used as jerk-off fodder from anybody, would express his flattery with "awesome!"

In any case, I really could no longer control myself. The feel of his warm, wet tongue on my dick had been incredible. I could still recall the sensation of his hot breath on my balls. And, truth be told, I even enjoyed the taste and smell of his smooth skin when I was cajoled into kissing his ass the day before. I licked my lips, somehow wishing I could taste it again.

I kicked off the covers and began pumping my dick in earnest. I shut my eyes tight and repeatedly summoned the image of Ben's smirking face near my exposed groin, gazing up at me as he opened his mouth before slowly and deliberately dragging his tongue across the entire length of my balls and shaft. I wondered what I tasted like ... if he had been hard while doing it ... if he was in bed at this exact moment, jerking his cock to the same shared memory.

My breathing became labored as I continued to beat harder on my dick. My balls jiggled pleasurably, tightening and pulling up into my body as I brought myself closer to blowing my load. My shaft hardened and my body tensed as I felt a distinct tingling rising from my balls.

The cum erupted from my flaring head with several jolts and splashed across my chest and stomach in steady, consistent streams. The spasms in my groin continued, draining the full contents of my balls, before slowly subsiding. I squeezed my cock and the remainder of my semen dripped onto the back of my thumb. I brought my hand to my face and inhaled the familiar, pleasurable scent. I've always loved that smell. I opened my mouth and licked the fresh cum from my fingers, enjoying the gooey saltiness once again.

I rubbed the rest of my spunk into my chest and stomach, feeling it slowly cool against my warm skin. I started to laugh, remembering what Ben had said to me earlier that day when I jokingly told him he was going to enjoy the feel of my dick in his mouth. "Keep thinking that, buddy. Whatever you need to get yourself off at night."

I knew I would never hear the end of it if he ever found out that I had just now proven him right. Next week ... the Divisional Playoffs!