Are You Game? Ch. 01by2ndAlias©
Wild Card Weekend
Vince Lombardi had said, "It is essential to understand that battles are primarily won in the hearts of men. Men respond to leadership in a most remarkable way and once you have won his heart, he will follow you anywhere." This sentiment has taken on new meaning for me as a result of the following events. Saturday
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 had 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 companionship. 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 charming, good-looking guy. I'd say he's about 6'1", enviably 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 simple and be done with it," 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."
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.
Ben and Joe 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 enjoy 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, to Ben's chagrin, 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 grimaced 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. "Will I really be able 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 tentatively 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 lending their support. 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.
Ben dropped to one knee in front of me. My heart was pounding and 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, 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 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 with a couple more beers. "We're just fuckin' around." He handed each of us a bottle and then reclaimed his seat. "Good game," he said to me, raising his beer.
"Dude, I can't believe you did that," Joe muttered, shaking his head.
"What's the big deal, 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. "No, you haven't!"
Erik leaned forward in his seat. "Seriously?"
"Yeah," Ben replied. "Guys know how to do it better 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. It's kinda sad."
"When did you ... did you ... get blown by a guy?" Joe asked hesitatingly.
"In New Orleans a couple years back. I went with some 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 into 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. Besides, it's a helluva lot easier to get a gay guy to blow you than a girl." Joe stared at Ben for a few moments and then slumped back into his chair.
There was a brief silence before Erik asked, "What was it like?"
"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 give my wife some pointers."
"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. "Alright, 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 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."
We were all silent for a few seconds. "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 forcibly. "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. 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. "We'll go sometime," he offered, as if it were a given.
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 balls, ref!" Ben growled.
Joe squinted at Ben. "What?"
"That guys a wanker," Ben replied and then started laughing. "That reminds me of one of our sayings in New Orleans -- 'Shut up and show us your cock.' 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 bar 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 balls!"
After the third time, Joe mumbled to Ben, "Shut up and show us your balls."
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. "Aw, man! Cut it out!"
"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. "Did you get a good enough view, bud?" Ben asked as 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.
"Uh, thanks, I guess," 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 events of the day -- not only had he intentionally exposed himself to me, he had also willingly put his mouth on my cock and balls. I wondered what had prompted him to do that and why it seemed to have such a profound effect on me, as my boner clearly evidenced.
Once my mind gets going, I have a hard time shutting it off, and my hard-on didn't seem it would abate anytime soon, so I knew I wouldn't sleep until I took matters in hand. It didn't take any deep reflection to determine that everyone possesses a sense of identification in regards to the sexuality of others. I think it's only natural to be aroused by someone else's arousal, projecting yourself into their experiences and empathizing with their feelings.
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 now imagine myself in a similar situation, particularly since he had provided me with a sort of prelude. What aroused me even more, though, was how he seemed to be completely comfortable with it, which provided me with an incentive to explore a little bit more than what I had so far in terms of my own sexuality, at least in my mind.