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Are You Game?



It was the first weekend of the NFL playoffs and I went to my buddy Ben's place to watch the first game. I had met him at an association meeting for our building a few months back and we hit it off right away.

Ben is the kind of guy who gets along with everyone. He has a natural way of making people feel comfortable around him. After we met, I switched gyms so that he and I could workout together since I was finding it difficult to adhere to a schedule on my own. He's good at motivating me and we've helped each other keep in good shape. Like me, Ben is single, which is surprising because he's a real good-looking guy. He's probably about 6'1", dark blonde with a ruddy complexion. All the single women in our building have the hots for him.

By the time I got to his place, his friends Joe and Erik had already arrived. I grabbed a beer and we all sat in the living room talking about this year's teams.

Before I became friends with Ben, he and Joe used to watch the playoffs together and bet on the teams, 20 bucks a game. The last two years, they began betting each other "favors", such as washing the winner's car or doing household repairs and such. Before the game got started, Ben asked Joe what they should do this year and Joe replied that he wasn't doing any more manual labor. "I'd rather just do something quick and get it over with," Joe said. "Let's just go back to money."

Ben didn't think that was fun anymore.

"What can we wager then besides money?" Joe asked.

"I'll think of something," Ben said with a smile. "Something that properly recognizes the dominance of the winner."

Joe chuckled. "Man, you have issues."

The first game between Dallas and Seattle began and we settled back with our beers and snacks.

Ben turned to me as the Cowboys made the first kickoff. "You know, you really shouldn't bet against the Seahawks, my friend. That would be bad."

"Don't fool yourself, Ben." I replied. "The Cowboys are gonna kick ass."

"Todd, the only thing the Cowboys are gonna do with ass today is suck it."

I laughed. "You know, you can kiss my ass for that comment when your precious Seahawks lose."

"If the Seahawks lose this one, then I will kiss your ass," Ben said nonchalantly and took a sip of his beer.

"Alright, then."

Ben smiled his sly grin. "You know that if the Cowboys lose, you're gonna have to kiss mine."

"I won't have to. They're not gonna lose."

"I like your confidence, buddy." Ben nodded to me, then turned to Joe and Erik. "Well, it looks like we have our first wager here, men."

The game was unremarkable at first, then, in the second quarter, the Seahawks scored the first touchdown. By halftime, the score was 13 -- 7, Seahawks.

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

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

In the third quarter, the Cowboys scored a touchdown and then made a field goal at the beginning of the fourth. With 8 minutes remaining in the game, the Seahawks scored a touchdown and a field goal, but the game ended 20 -- 17, Seahawks.

Ben jumped to his feet with a holler. "Pucker up, baby! Your Cowboys lost!" He undid the drawstring of his sweatpants and turned around, pushing the back of his sweats down and exposing his backside. "Come on, you don't have to be afraid. My butt is very nice and clean." I looked up at him, shaking my head. "Don't be a sore loser," he cajoled. "A bet's a bet."

I downed the rest of my beer in one gulp. "I'll get you back for this, you know that, right?"

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

I grabbed Ben by the hips and after a moment's hesitation I kissed his left cheek and then slapped his right one.

"You two are crazy," Joe said, chuckling in spite of himself.

Soon, the next game between Denver and Indianapolis was underway and we settled in to concentrate on the game. Everyone was rooting for the Broncos so there was no wager. The Broncos won the game 31 -- 12.

Erik had driven Joe, so they got up to leave together. "You're a brave man, Todd," Joe said as he shook my hand before he left. "Going where other men and even women fear to tread." He jerked his thumb at Ben and we laughed.

Ben and I hung out for a little while catching up before I left for my apartment. As we walked towards the door, Ben put his arm around my shoulders. "You're a good sport, buddy. It's much appreciated. See you tomorrow."


The next day, I went over to Ben's a little early to catch the pre-game coverage. Joe showed up shortly after me. Joe and I sat and talked while Ben was on the phone. I first met Joe about a month ago at a holiday party. Joe and Ben have been friends since high school where they played football together.

Joe's a little shorter than Ben and is a lean, wiry guy. He's a mix of Italian and Greek descent with thick, curly black hair and tanned skin. Ben can get him pretty worked up at times with his smartass remarks, almost to the point where you think Joe might give Ben a smack, but then Ben gives Joe a smile and then they start laughing and you know it's just the way they are with each other.

Erik arrived after the first game started: the Patriots vs. the Dolphins. We all chose the Patriots to win, which disappointed Ben. "What fun is that?" he complained.

The Patriots won 24 -- 20. We all got up to grab more beers and snacks before the game between San Francisco and Philadelphia.

In the kitchen, Ben started giving me grief about the Eagles, proselytizing on the superiority of the 49ers.

"Don't choke on your overconfidence," I said to him. "The game hasn't even started yet."

"Just you wait, big guy. You'll see," Ben winked.

The 49ers kicked off and before the end of the second quarter, the score was 21 -- 0, Eagles.

"You're 49ers are losing," I remarked to Ben.

He shrugged. "They'll catch up in the second half."

In the third quarter, the 49ers only managed to score one touchdown and field goal.

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

Ben laughed. "I should have bet you on this one," I said to him.

"It's not to late," Ben replied. "There's still a couple minutes left in the third. And we have the whole fourth to go. Let's make it interesting."

"Your foot literally in your own mouth," Joe suggested.

Ben dismissed that with a wave of his hand. "Not original enough."

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

Ben looked at me. "You want me to suck your toes if the 49ers lose?"

"After making me kiss your ass?" I asked. "I think you should suck my dick."

"Whoa!" Joe exclaimed.

"Be careful, buddy. Don't bet me to do anything you aren't willing to do yourself."

I looked squarely at him and extended my hand. "I have nothing to fear. Do you?"

Ben shook my hand. "I'm going to enjoy seeing your mouth on my dick," he said.

"No, you're going to enjoy seeing my dick in your mouth, that's what's going to happen."

"In your late night, latent homosexual wet dreams, my friend," Ben countered. "You shouldn't really reveal yourself like that so easily."

I looked at him and smiled in admission that I couldn't think of a comeback fast enough. He winked and smiled back at me.

Joe started laughing. "You guys are seriously crazy," he said shaking his head.

Ben's 49ers scored another touchdown and field goal in the fourth and looked like they were headed for their third touchdown, which would tie the game, when they fumbled. The Eagles scored a 3-point field goal after they got possession and won the game, 24 -- 14.

Joe, Erik and I applauded the Eagles loudly. Ben took a swig of his beer.

"Well, it appears as if you're 49ers lost, Ben," Joe said.

Ben looked at him and then at me. I shrugged.

Ben stood up. "Alright, come on, whip it out," he said matter-of-factly. "I'll give it a good lick."

"No, fucking way!" Joe gaped.

Ben squinted at me, folding his arms. "I have the balls to do it, Todd. Do you?"

"Yeah, I got the balls," I retorted. "In fact, you can lick them as well."

"Let's get to it then."

I unzipped my jeans.

"Holy shit!" Joe exclaimed.

I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and pulled it down, exposing my thickening dick and balls. Ben put his hands on my thighs and slowly leaned over. He looked me in the eye, then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Joe and Erik strained to get a better view.

In one motion, Ben bent down and dragged his tongue over my balls and up my shaft to the head of my dick.

"Oh, my god!" Joe jumped in his chair, nearly dropping his beer.

Ben straightened up and wiped his lower lip. "A little salty," he announced. Erik chuckled and applauded.

"Oh, my god! I can't believe you did that!" Joe shouted incredulously. "What, are you gay now?"

"Well, yeah. I guess I am," Ben replied with a shrug as he strode to the kitchen and pulled some more beers out of the fridge. "I licked a dick so I guess that automatically makes me gay."

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

"Oh, lighten up, man," Ben said as he handed me a beer. "It's not that big a deal. We're just fuckin' around." He passed two other beers to Erik and Joe. He sat down and opened his bottle, turned to me and held out his beer. "Good game."

"Dude, I can't believe you did that," Joe said with a short laugh.

"Joe, get a grip. It's not that big a deal."

"You licked his fucking dick, man!"

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

There was a pause as Ben nonchalantly took a swig of beer.

"Are you saying ... are you telling us that you had a guy give you head?" Joe was astonished.

Erik leaned in. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, man. It was great. Guys know how to do it because they know what feels good. Girls don't have a clue how to do it."

Joe stared at Ben. "When did you get head from a guy?" he asked skeptically.

"When I was in New Orleans. We were going up Bourbon Street, drinking at every bar and got pretty hammered. At one place, 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.

"The guy blew you in the bathroom?" Joe asked. Ben smiled his reply. "What the hell kind of bar was this?"

"Brace yourself, Joe, this may shock you," Ben said, then lowered his voice to a mock whisper, "It was a gay bar."

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

Ben laughed. "It was an idea of a couple of buddies. They said it would be a hoot and that sometimes someone will give you head. Before the night was over, we all got blowjobs."

"From the same guy?" Joe asked.

"No," Ben rolled his eyes. "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."

"So, what? You want to suck dick now, too?"

"No, I wanted to get my dick sucked. It was just a bet, Joe. Something to recognize the dominance of the winner. Besides, it's pretty funny when you think about it. You got any better wagers?"

Joe hesitated. "I still can't believe it."

"Well, you can't win 'em all. A bet's a bet. So, if I'm the fag of the moment, then so be it." Ben comically licked the neck of his beer then took a swig.

We were all silent for a moment, looking at Ben.

"Well, I can't wait until next weekend," I said. "What the hell do you suppose will happen then?"

My dick was a rock the rest of the evening. After I got home, I ended up beating off twice during the course of the night. I kept thinking about Ben's story, about having a guy suck him off and I began to fantasize about what it felt like. I had an image in my mind of Ben standing in a bathroom full of other people with a guy on his knees in front of him giving him head. I then started thinking about Ben licking my dick and what it would feel like to have him give me head. I started picturing him licking my balls, swallowing the whole of my dick, sucking me off until I blew my load all over his face. And then him looking up at me with a smile, my cum clinging to his lips and running down his chin...

Coming soon ... Divisional Playoffs!

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