Are You Game? Ch. 02by2ndAlias©
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."
"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.
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."