Football Buddy Ch. 01

This is not a true story...





Sometimes things happen for a reason, that's what they say anyway. I tend not to believe that, shit happens is more my philosophy. I work at a packing and shipping firm in one of the busiest cities, so I usually do not have the time to socialize. My days are usually spent in front of a computer printing shipping forms or receiving invoices. My only savior is football season, its the one time of the year that I can relax and scream and shout at the box. My football buddy used to live down the hall from me in the apt building I live in but last year he moved out to be with his girlfriend of two weeks. Yes you read right two weeks. He fell hook line and sinker for her mind games and now he is probably going to get her pregnant and be stuck with her for life. His problem not mine. I love to stick to myself most of my neighbors know nothing about me and I like to keep it that way. Football season is about to start and for the first time in four years I am going to watch it alone. Which is fine with me but its always fun to make fun of someone cheering for the other team.

I am on my way into the building when I notice there is a moving truck parked at the service entrance. Must be the new people taking my ex buddies apt. Great more people to avoid. I walk in and there they are smack in the middle of the hallway trying to get a huge couch into the doorway. "Turn it sideways idiots" I think to myself as I try to walk by.

"Hello there neighbor" a man screams from inside. The two moving guys look at me as if to ask if I want to get by.

"Nope just standing in the hallway for my health" I say to myself.

"Hi"I say out loud to the voice.

"Names Marshall." the man says as the couch pops through the door.

"Matt" I reply shaking his hand. I can see already he will be hard to avoid. He is one of "those guys" the ones that want to be friends with everybody. He is a small guy, brown mousey hair. Actually he looks like a mouse with the teeth and the beady eyes, small frame. I bet he could not bench his own weight if you told him his life depended on it.

"So you live in the building?" he asks. He looks me over. The usual guy thing. Which I have no problem. I am much taller than him at 6' 4, I am a black, with a bald head, very much in shape, I run and go to the gym on a very tight schedule. Dark brown eyes. My ex used to say I was full of shit because of how dark they are.

"Nope just hanging in the corridor seeing what goes on in here" I reply. Hopefully my sarcasm will push him away.

"Ah stupid question huh." he laughs. "My bad". He says pointing to himself. OK he seriously needs to go.

"I am gonna head to my apartment now" I say not trying to be polite at all. Quickly walking away before he can get a word in. Getting into my apartment I quickly lock the door and reach for my stereo remote turning it on full blast. Hopefully that will make sure he doesn't follow. The rest of the night is uneventful except that my team lost its first pre season game. Lucky pre season doesn't mean anything or else I would have been mad. The new guys looked promising though.

The next day as I leave for work, I notice two new cars in the parking lot, must be the new guys. Maybe he is married or has a roommate. I shrug it off and drive on into work. The apartment building calls and ask if they can get into my apartment something about bugs. I tell them they can go in as long as they don't spray anything near my computer. On the way home I pick up some magazines of the adult nature, my subscription ran out of the other magazine I like and I forgot, will have to renew it one day. I curse myself for not coming straight home as I see Marshall pull up.

"Howdy" he says running up to catch up to me.

"Hi" I reply again trying not to seem polite.

"Sorry about the movers yesterday." he says sincerely.

"It happens" I reply trying to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

"We just moved here from Montana." he says trying to get me to talk. Ok I will bite, I got some time before sports center.

"Really?" I say in the most interested voice I can come up.

"Yeah my firm collapsed and well the only other opportunity that opened was here" he said.

"Ah sorry to hear that" I say as I try to make it to the stairs.

"You don't know where any sports bars are do you?" he asks. Ok now he has my interest.

"Depends on what game your trying to watch." I reply.

"No not me, I hate sports" he says shaking his head. "It's for the wife, she loves football, and well she gets loud, with the screaming and yelling." he says again shaking his head like a bobble head doll.

"Well there are two down the road, but I think the best football bar is the farthest straight down on the left. Mackies I think its called" I tell him walking back up the stairs.

"Where do you go?" he asks quickly.

"Dammit!" I scream internally didn't get away fast enough.

"I have a good set up in my apartment so I watch there" I say not looking around. Damn my honesty.

"Would it be a bother if she can watch a few games? Until she gets settled that is?" he asks.

"Sure" I reply through gritted teeth. "What the hell?" I say.

"Thank you, I will tell her" he says hurrying past me. Why didn't I think of that, running away. I can run, but No I had to stand and talk. Now I got some unknown woman coming to my apartment to watch football. Just great.

I sat on my couch waiting for my show to come on when there is a knock on the door.

"Hi" Marshall says as I open the door.

"What?" I ask him as rude as a I can. He stands there with a sad face. "I mean what is it?" I say back. I am starting to feel sorry for this guy. For some strange reason. He smiles back.

"My wife's team is playing tonight, can she watch it here. I have work to do and she is distracting me" he says.

"That's fine" I reply. Could do with some company. I wasn't going to watch any games tonight anyway. He rushed away with a big smile on his face. I walk back to the television and turn it on the sports channel. I had no clue what team this person would like and since there were three games on I left it on the sports channel. As I headed back to my computer the door knocked.

"It's open" I yelled as I headed away from the door.

"Matt?" I hear a woman's voice say from the other room.

"T.V. Is on turn it to the channel you want" I yell back. I start on all the paper work that I could not get done.

"Thank you" the voice says back. Moments go by in silence, just the drum of the football game in the background

"Fuck me sideways. Catch the fucking ball!!" I hear from behind me. It makes me jump as I forgot that someone was here. I smile and continue doing what I was doing. "Seriously dude. You suck dicks!!" another scream comes from the TV room. I laugh at that one and stand up to see what is going on. I come into the room and sitting on the couch is an attractive woman. Her legs are crossed under her and she is drinking one of my beers. Her hair is brunette with blonde highlights and long, she has very nice eyes they look blue from where I am standing. She is wearing a bronco's shirt with jean shorts. Her flip flops are on the floor.

"Having fun?" I ask as I walk around the couch.

"I would if my team didn't suck donkey dick" she says before realizing she is in my house. "Sorry I have a foul mouth when I watch football" she says. Then she looks at the beer. "I will pay you back" she smiles.

"No big" I say looking at the game. The bronco's are losing to the jets. "Its only preseason" I say. She gives me a look that could kill.

"Fuck that, they sucked last year and sucked during the draft picking up a god damn QB when we needed receivers. Well they could receive perfectly if they bent over in the shower" she said taking a huge swig off the beer bottle. My kinda girl I think to myself.

"Want another?" I say getting up and heading to the kitchen.

"Sure! What ya got to snack on?" she asks.

"Was going to order something probably Chinese" I reply back.

"Pizza with wings and I will pay" she says back. I smile and nod.

"Phone is behind you, Pizza place is speed dial 4" I say back throwing a bottle of beer at her. Forgetting that she is not my beer bud. She catches it in one hand, while dialing the phone number.

"What toppings?" she asks.

"You pick" I reply relaxing back on the couch as she orders. The rest of the night goes comfortably well, we both scream and yell at the TV and eat pizza and wings. We both forget that its getting late until , there is a knock on the door.

"Doors open" we both yell in unison.

"Britt? You have that interview in the morning" Marshall says as he peeps his head through the door.

"Shit!" she says as she gets up. "Thanks Matt" she says as she walks out the door.

"Thanks Matt." he says as they leave.

I am left cleaning up the mess as usual. I spent most of the night trying to catch up on my paper work. Needless to say I did not sleep too well. As I leave for work in the morning, I see her coming out of her apt.

"Hi" I say as I pass by.

"Matt!" she says in an excited voice. "Thanks again" she reaches for her purse.. "I have to pay for the beer" she says.

"Forget it" I reply "You can bring the beer next time" I say back to her as I pass her.

"Deal" she shouts down the hall.

The next few weeks go by without incident, I don't see any of them in the hall. She must have gotten the job and he said his work is mostly from home. The weekend comes and it is the start of the regular season so I have loaded the fridge with beer and snacks. I totally forgot about her down the hall till I come home from my run. She is under her car as I run by.

"Matt" I hear, I look around and see her.

"Yes?" I reply as she rolls from underneath the car

"We are still on for Sunday right?" she asks as she wipes her oil drenched hands on her jeans.

"Oh yeah" I say as I look at her, her hair is matted with sweat and oil, her black shirt that is totally soaked from sweat sticks to her frame which is by all standards great! She is not anyone that can be considered America's top model but if there was a cut out for mechanic shop calender girls, she would definitely be in the running. She was very blessed when it came to boobage. I would have to guess much bigger than a DD and very close to the F range.

"Sorry would shake your hand but have to change the brakes." she said looking at the car.

"Yeah have to take mine in to get done" I said looking over at my SUV. She gave me another one of those looks that can kill.

"I'll do it" she said. "Go get the parts" she said turning around.

"Parts?" I ask. I have no clue what to get for my vehicle.

"You city people" she shakes her head and walks towards my vehicle dropping to the ground in one move. She yells numbers and other things I would need which with my memory I call back to her. "Go to the store and get those and I will change it." she says. The rest of the day I spend with her changing my brakes, which I learned was quite easy.

"See you Sunday" she says shaking my hand since we are both covered in oil and brake dust. I go back up to my apartment but on the way I bump into Marshall.

"You still on for Sunday?" he says. I look at him strangely as he slams the door to his apartment hard.

"Huh?" I say.

"Football?" he replies.

"Yeah of course, just got done talking about it" I say walking away. He stands there waving at me. Something is odd with that guy, just a little too friendly. The rest of the day goes by without incident till later I realize I don't have enough beer for the games tomorrow. Cursing myself I leave to go to the local liquor store. Its not that far and I like going there because I know the owner, he smiles at me when I come in.

"Hey Matt" he whispers to me. I walk over to him, he always has funny things to tell me about things going on in the neighborhood. "That new neighbor of yours is a hot one huh?" he smiles. He grins from ear to ear.

"Yeah but your a Mexican. Rey" I say back to him. We always play the race game with each other.

"What's that mean huh?" he laughs back at me as I go to get the beer.

"Your like chest level to her" I say back. He laughs as he gets another customer coming through the door. To my surprise its Marshall with two guys. I nod at him as he comes in, he nods back but his face drops.

"Hold on guys" he says as he walks up to me.

"Uh hi" he says looking down at the floor.

"Hi" I answer back. The odd silence is annoying. "You going to say something, this 24 pack is getting heavy" I say to him.

"They are just friends we are getting some alcohol." he says not making eye contact. Like I care what he does. Looking over at the other two they are not in the alcohol section, but the wine section. I look over at Rey and he is giving me the universal sign for gays. I laugh back at him and nod. I look down at Marshall who still hasn't looked me in the eye.

"I despise cheaters" I say to him.

"I know" he says "I will tell her tomorrow, she thinks I am working overnight" he says in a whiny irritating voice.

"Tomorrow before the game" I say to him pushing by him. Rey looks at me with an oh shit your mad face.

"Don't do it bro" he says to me as he scans the beer. I look back at the three guys, Marshall still has his face pointed down. "Remember I bailed you out of jail once for that temper, and I am saying just go home" he says handing me the beer. I nod at him as I exit the shop. Rey moves to the door and points to my car. I smile I love that small Mexican. I get in my car and head home. I lock the door and promise myself not to open it till game time.

The morning comes fast and even though, I was tempted to go down the hall and tell his wife, I kept to my promise. I spend the most of the morning cleaning the apartment, part of me expects her not to show other part expects her to come and cry her eyes out. Both of which I find myself not happy with. The pre game shows start and I sit and wait. The door opens and she walks in silent as a mouse.

"Don't say a word" she says raising a finger at me. I nod and sit silently as she takes a beer from the fridge We sit in silence as the game begins. "Switch please" she says. And I switch to the other game. I expected her to be crying but she looks furious. Its not her team playing but its her division. I turn on the feature that switches the channel to the team that is in the red zone. After a few plays she begins to start her usual screaming at the players. And by the second quarter she seems to have completely have changed. "Thank you" she says.

"For what?" I answer with a smile.

"You know what" she says smiling back.

"No problem" I say as we knock beer bottles. We start cheering and screaming at the teams on the television. Then at half time I go to the bathroom, but when I come out she is in tears. Women I swear. I shake my head and walk towards the couch.

"Sorry I tried" she says.

"Don't worry about it, Was kinda expecting it really" I say reaching for the paper towels.

"My father said he was a bit fruity" she smiled.

"Should of listened huh?" I said.

"Your not helping" she laughs.

"Well weren't there any signs?" I asked.

"What did he want to fuck me in the ass all the time?" she laughed.

"Well that wasn't what I meant but yeah" I replied. She laughed.

"No actually he never wanted to. Even when I said I wanted to try it" she shrugged.

"Too close to the real thing I guess." I said shrugging.

"HEY!" she said tossing the paper towel roll at me. "I've got long hair and a nice ass thank you" she said smiling.

"So you say" I said the ice was broken and she was smiling again. That's all that mattered.

"Well his loss, just got to figure out what to do now" she said as the game started. The camera panned on the cheerleaders.

"There is a sign right there, how can he not watch football, just for the cheerleaders" I say. She looks back at me.

"You serious?" she says. "They look like little boys with those flat chests" she looked back at the screen. "Look at that one, barely has anything going on" she pointed out one of them.

"At least they are there. Didn't say I liked em, just said any guy would like to see cheerleaders" I replied.

"I tried to be a cheerleader once" she laughed. "They said I was too big" she laughed.

"Nah" I said she was in good shape, her legs looked great in the jeans shorts, and her chest well it was huge.

"You try jumping around with these things" she said grabbing her boobs and shaking them. "Nearly knocked myself out a couple times. I coughed up my beer.

"Don't do that" I say trying to gain my composure.

"What? This?" she said shaking her boobs again.

"Yes that" I say.

"Why" she laughs. "They like it" she said hoisting them up and letting them fall, they bounced oh so nicely. Definitely natural.

"Well cause.. never mind" I say returning to the game.

"Ahh. Your a boob guy" she nods leaning back in the couch.

"Duh!" I laugh, and again got pelted with a chip. "What's with the throwing?" I laugh. She shrugs. We watch the rest of the game. I switch when the game is over to my teams game, her team is on the other channel so we had it split screened.

"you already lost you know that right?" she says. She is right, we have no chance against this team but I am still going to watch.

"Shush" I say back to her.

"So what's the biggest?" she asks.

"huh?" I reply.

"Biggest pair you laid your hands on" she smiles.

"uh" I know the exact size but I pretend to try and remember "E I think" No doubt they were E they belonged to my recent ex.

"Pff!" she says laughing. "I was an E in my first year of high school." she says.

"Nice" I reply trying to not sound interested. "What about you?"

"6inches, kinda thick" she said back. I smile.

"Don't think I ever was that size" I laugh.

"Ok lets make it interesting." she said sitting up.

"If your team scores first. I will show you mine, if my team scores, you got to drop trow" she says smiling. I got nothing to be ashamed of, I am decent size hell I am bigger than most men.

"Your on" I say sitting up. We both sit there watching the other teams. My team of course couldn't move the ball against a high school team. Her teams defense couldn't stop anybody but then one of her CB's catches a interception and runs it all the way back. "Crap!" I swear as I stand up.

"Come on drop em" she says turning to face me. I drop my jeans then my boxers. "Holy Shit!" she says looking at my dick. "Didn't know they came in that size!" she smiled her eyes were huge. "What got you excited like that?" she asks.

"I'm not" I smile.

"You got to be shitting me? It gets bigger?" she says. I nod looking at her.

"OK you saw" I say reaching down for my pants. She swats my hands.

"I want to see" she says as she pulls on her jersey revealing her chest in a bra that could hold the rocky mountains in. Her huge chest overspills each cup.

"Wow!" I say looking down at them. She unbuckles the bra still staring at my now growing dick.

"You can say that again!" she says not even paying attention to me staring at her huge boobs, they weren't just big they were huge and hung so nicely, they weren't saggy or perky but just right, with small pink nipples that just begged to be sucked. It was hard to imagine a small body like hers, having huge boobs like those. She looked like a twin for Rachel Aldana, but with different hair, My dick was at its full length of 12 inches and throbbing. We both stood staring before she reached out and touched my dick, with one hand. She fell to her knees and held it one hand while holding my balls in the other. Her mouth opened and immediately start sucking on the head, she bobbed back and forth on it, trying to get it all in her mouth. I reached down to try and get to those huge boobs but she pulled them away. She sucked on my dick harder and faster till it was all that could be heard in the room, both her hands worked on the shaft of my dick while she sucked on it deeply. Her eyes staring up at me. My legs were beginning to get weak. Never had anyone sucked on my dick this long, they always complained about their mouth hurting. I moaned deeply as she was getting more and more of my dick in her mouth, her tongue expertly twirled around the head as she took it out and back in.