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Sunday Afternoon Football
I had really just planned on laying around the house and maybe getting caught up on my yard work—later in the afternoon. It was my favorite day of the week---Sunday. I work a nine to five at a big accounting firm as an IT manager, and Sunday’s are usually a day I can kick back and not worry about getting a call to come in for some big melt down at work. I had just grabbed a beer when the phone rang. “Hello,’ I answered.
“Hey, Josh---This is Dave, from accounts payable.”
God, I thought to my self I do not want to go into that place, I always get stuck there for at least five to six hours.
Dave continued,” You remember I moved in a couple of miles from you.”
“Yep, what’s up?” I replied.
“Well, my satellite is out, I’ve been on the telephone help line for hours, is your’s working,” he told me.
“Just a second, I’ll check,” I flipped on the TV—a new Samsung HDTV, I was the proud Papa of. “Mine’s working just fine; your dish must just be screwed up.”
He sounded happy when he said,” Are you busy, the big game is coming on in an hour, and I don’t want to dick around with this crappy dish. Are you planning to watch it?”
I thought about it quickly and I knew from brief encounters at work, Dave was just the kind of guy that I find incredibly attractive. I had even given him my phone number when he moved into my neighborhood, offering to help him unload the moving truck and all. Too bad he is married.
“Sure am,” I told him, not knowing which game or even what sport he was referring to. “Come on over, just don’t expect me to clean up the place.”
He laughed,” I couldn’t give a damn; I just want to watch some football.”
Football…he talking about football…I think I can figure out which game he’s wanting to see.
“I’ll even bring over some beer,” he happily said.
I gave him the description of my house and began to straighten up the place. I put away some porn I had laying about; I was in the closet at work and didn’t want to freak him out.
There was a hard knock at my door and I let him in. He had a big smile on his face and a couple of six packs, one in each hand. “ Hope you like this brand.”
I shrugged and said,” Doesn’t matter to me I’ll drink anything---I am a cheap drunk.” I took the beer from him, directed him to the den and put the beer in the fridge. “ Go ahead and turn the game on,” I called to him from the kitchen. “How many beers do you want to start with.’
He gave a short laugh and said,” I ‘ve had a couple already, just one for right now.”
I walked back into the TV room and saw that he had turned on ESPN and the pre-game show was in full swing. He was kicked back on my couch, legs propped up on a leather ottoman that matched my Divan. He was wearing some new looking white trainers on his feet and blue track pants with a white strip running down their side. His white t-shirt was bunched up just a bit on his stomach exposing his hairy belly and he had his hand slowly rubbing through the dense black hair. He reached over and took the beer I offered him and took a sip. I watched as he tilted his head back and his thick neck muscles worked with his swallowing. He adjusted his dark blue baseball cap when he lowered his head. “ That’s so good, hope you don’t mind if I have a bit too much to drink, I need to blow off a little steam.
‘Fine with me, I may have a few myself,” I said. I sat at the far end of the same couch.
Dave was in his late thirties and carried maybe an extra ten pounds give or take. I always checked out his ass when he walked by me at work. He still had a very nice bubble butt and trim waist, he had just a bit of a gut that rolled out from his belt. I knew that he was a runner so I always imagined that his legs were firm and nice---They sure gave his pants a nice shape. His shoulders were very broad and stretched out his shirts; on causal Fridays his chest hair would poke out through his unbuttoned polo. The black wiry hair matched the color of that of his head. He was starting to go grey, his heavy black hair was threaded with silver strands with a bit more gathered at his temples. He was so freckin’ hot.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, just watching the show. I then got up and asked if he was ready for another beer, because I was.
“ His brown eyes had a heavy look to them. But he said,” One more won’t hurt I guess.” He nursed this one for a little longer than the others; I on the other hand gulped mine down.
“You know it’s nice to get away from the house today, the wife was being a bitch,” he confided to me. “ She’s been on this damn cleansing diet and just drinks this lemonade shit. You’re lucky not to be married.”
I laughed and said, “ There’s good and bad that comes with that.”
“Hell, tell me what’s good about being married?”, he said it in a semi-joking tone.
“Well,” I started, “ There’s the regular sex, that’s a pretty good benefit to me. I haven’t gotten any in a month or two.
Dave gave an explosive laugh and sprayed a small amount of beer out on to his shirt. He immediately stood up and brushed the foamy liquid off himself almost by reflex. “Damn…I am sorry but that was so far off the mark…I,” he continued to rub at the wet spot. “ I haven’t had sex with my wife in over a year and I don’t see a time in the near future when I will again, my wife says she’s never in the mood,” His face flushed.
All I could say was,” Man that sucks.”
“She doesn’t do that either,” he smiled at the joke and took another sip of beer.
I did not know what to say, but he went on to add,” She’s been to the Doctor and all that. The asshole told her that it was normal and not to worry. I don’t know what to do---I am wearing out my mouse button.”
I laughed and suggested,” I guess you might have to look around a bit then.”
“Fuck that, I had a Dad who left my Mom for a twenty year old, I can’t leave my kids. Besides I get a Fatal Attraction nightmare anytime I think about it.”
“Well, there are other options you know,” I said.
He gave me a hard look, “ Tell me, I am getting desperate.”
“When I was in college….sometimes the guys would help each other out.” I could not meet his eyes after the suggestion.”
“Where am I going to find someone like that,’ he said dejectedly.
My heart was beating so hard I thought it might burst, but I still slid over and reached out and put a light hand on his thigh. He sucked in a lung full of air but did not move or say anything. I moved my hand up and cupped his groin in my palm.
“I’ll stop any time you ask me to,’ I told him and began to massage his dick and balls.
I took his silence as my answer pulled his waistband out and felt for his stiffening cock. I pulled it free of his underwear and ran my hand up and down it’s length. Leaning foreward I sucked the tip into my mouth and tasted the faint remaining bit of piss before I licked him clean. I looked up in to his eyes at the same time and could see the surprise was being replaced with a look of pleasure. I could hear him repeating ….fuck….fuck…fuck, under his breath. I kept sucking him for the next few minutes and then I stopped.
I stood up and pushed his legs off of the ottoman and sat down on it facing him. He looked at me and licked his dry lips. I then picked up his foot and slid off his sneaker, taking a brief sniff at it as I did so. I rolled down his sock and held his foot up to my face---rubbing it against me. I kissed it and then took his big toe in my mouth and sucked on it. Continuing to lick and suck, I again looked up at him. He had pushed his track pants down and was slowly jacking his dick. I gave his other foot with the same treatment, I then pulled his pants and underwear completely off and knelt on the floor between his beefy legs.
His dick was average sized and beautifully shaped. I began a hard suck and I used my left hand to jack him at the same time. I deep throated him and he involuntarily cried out,” Shit.”
I used a free hand to play with his belly and furry pecs. He reached down and placed a large hand on the back of my neck and began to buck his hips at the same time.
His body started a slight Trimble and I felt his balls begin to tighten up.
He gasped and I heard him say,” Damn…I’m gonna cum….fuck…fuck…fuck…” And I pushed my tongue hard to the underside his penis and then ran it along the ridge of the mushroom head, before sticking it back in my mouth. He shot a good five or six times before he quieted down. I used my tongue to clean him up and then sat beside him on the couch and pulled out my cock and began to jerk it.
Dave watched for a minute, then reached over, pushed my hand out of the way and began to give me a nice pull. It didn’t take me long before I was the one flinching and shooting my cum all over the leather cushions.
I leaned back into the couch and met Dave’s eye. He smiled at me and said,” That was the best blow-job I have ever had in my life….it was fucking hot to jerk you off too.”
“So, you are not going to freak out on me are you?”, I asked him.
Dave looked at me for a moment and said,” No, I think we need to spend a few more game days together and see what happens.”
I told him,” Anytime, so who exactly is playing today?”
I had really just planned on laying around the house and maybe getting caught up on my yard work—later in the afternoon. It was my favorite day of the week---Sunday. I work a nine to five at a big accounting firm as an IT manager, and Sunday’s are usually a day I can kick back and not worry about getting a call to come in for some big melt down at work. I had just grabbed a beer when the phone rang. “Hello,’ I answered.
“Hey, Josh---This is Dave, from accounts payable.”
God, I thought to my self I do not want to go into that place, I always get stuck there for at least five to six hours.
Dave continued,” You remember I moved in a couple of miles from you.”
“Yep, what’s up?” I replied.
“Well, my satellite is out, I’ve been on the telephone help line for hours, is your’s working,” he told me.
“Just a second, I’ll check,” I flipped on the TV—a new Samsung HDTV, I was the proud Papa of. “Mine’s working just fine; your dish must just be screwed up.”
He sounded happy when he said,” Are you busy, the big game is coming on in an hour, and I don’t want to dick around with this crappy dish. Are you planning to watch it?”
I thought about it quickly and I knew from brief encounters at work, Dave was just the kind of guy that I find incredibly attractive. I had even given him my phone number when he moved into my neighborhood, offering to help him unload the moving truck and all. Too bad he is married.
“Sure am,” I told him, not knowing which game or even what sport he was referring to. “Come on over, just don’t expect me to clean up the place.”
He laughed,” I couldn’t give a damn; I just want to watch some football.”
Football…he talking about football…I think I can figure out which game he’s wanting to see.
“I’ll even bring over some beer,” he happily said.
I gave him the description of my house and began to straighten up the place. I put away some porn I had laying about; I was in the closet at work and didn’t want to freak him out.
There was a hard knock at my door and I let him in. He had a big smile on his face and a couple of six packs, one in each hand. “ Hope you like this brand.”
I shrugged and said,” Doesn’t matter to me I’ll drink anything---I am a cheap drunk.” I took the beer from him, directed him to the den and put the beer in the fridge. “ Go ahead and turn the game on,” I called to him from the kitchen. “How many beers do you want to start with.’
He gave a short laugh and said,” I ‘ve had a couple already, just one for right now.”
I walked back into the TV room and saw that he had turned on ESPN and the pre-game show was in full swing. He was kicked back on my couch, legs propped up on a leather ottoman that matched my Divan. He was wearing some new looking white trainers on his feet and blue track pants with a white strip running down their side. His white t-shirt was bunched up just a bit on his stomach exposing his hairy belly and he had his hand slowly rubbing through the dense black hair. He reached over and took the beer I offered him and took a sip. I watched as he tilted his head back and his thick neck muscles worked with his swallowing. He adjusted his dark blue baseball cap when he lowered his head. “ That’s so good, hope you don’t mind if I have a bit too much to drink, I need to blow off a little steam.
‘Fine with me, I may have a few myself,” I said. I sat at the far end of the same couch.
Dave was in his late thirties and carried maybe an extra ten pounds give or take. I always checked out his ass when he walked by me at work. He still had a very nice bubble butt and trim waist, he had just a bit of a gut that rolled out from his belt. I knew that he was a runner so I always imagined that his legs were firm and nice---They sure gave his pants a nice shape. His shoulders were very broad and stretched out his shirts; on causal Fridays his chest hair would poke out through his unbuttoned polo. The black wiry hair matched the color of that of his head. He was starting to go grey, his heavy black hair was threaded with silver strands with a bit more gathered at his temples. He was so freckin’ hot.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, just watching the show. I then got up and asked if he was ready for another beer, because I was.
“ His brown eyes had a heavy look to them. But he said,” One more won’t hurt I guess.” He nursed this one for a little longer than the others; I on the other hand gulped mine down.
“You know it’s nice to get away from the house today, the wife was being a bitch,” he confided to me. “ She’s been on this damn cleansing diet and just drinks this lemonade shit. You’re lucky not to be married.”
I laughed and said, “ There’s good and bad that comes with that.”
“Hell, tell me what’s good about being married?”, he said it in a semi-joking tone.
“Well,” I started, “ There’s the regular sex, that’s a pretty good benefit to me. I haven’t gotten any in a month or two.
Dave gave an explosive laugh and sprayed a small amount of beer out on to his shirt. He immediately stood up and brushed the foamy liquid off himself almost by reflex. “Damn…I am sorry but that was so far off the mark…I,” he continued to rub at the wet spot. “ I haven’t had sex with my wife in over a year and I don’t see a time in the near future when I will again, my wife says she’s never in the mood,” His face flushed.
All I could say was,” Man that sucks.”
“She doesn’t do that either,” he smiled at the joke and took another sip of beer.
I did not know what to say, but he went on to add,” She’s been to the Doctor and all that. The asshole told her that it was normal and not to worry. I don’t know what to do---I am wearing out my mouse button.”
I laughed and suggested,” I guess you might have to look around a bit then.”
“Fuck that, I had a Dad who left my Mom for a twenty year old, I can’t leave my kids. Besides I get a Fatal Attraction nightmare anytime I think about it.”
“Well, there are other options you know,” I said.
He gave me a hard look, “ Tell me, I am getting desperate.”
“When I was in college….sometimes the guys would help each other out.” I could not meet his eyes after the suggestion.”
“Where am I going to find someone like that,’ he said dejectedly.
My heart was beating so hard I thought it might burst, but I still slid over and reached out and put a light hand on his thigh. He sucked in a lung full of air but did not move or say anything. I moved my hand up and cupped his groin in my palm.
“I’ll stop any time you ask me to,’ I told him and began to massage his dick and balls.
I took his silence as my answer pulled his waistband out and felt for his stiffening cock. I pulled it free of his underwear and ran my hand up and down it’s length. Leaning foreward I sucked the tip into my mouth and tasted the faint remaining bit of piss before I licked him clean. I looked up in to his eyes at the same time and could see the surprise was being replaced with a look of pleasure. I could hear him repeating ….fuck….fuck…fuck, under his breath. I kept sucking him for the next few minutes and then I stopped.
I stood up and pushed his legs off of the ottoman and sat down on it facing him. He looked at me and licked his dry lips. I then picked up his foot and slid off his sneaker, taking a brief sniff at it as I did so. I rolled down his sock and held his foot up to my face---rubbing it against me. I kissed it and then took his big toe in my mouth and sucked on it. Continuing to lick and suck, I again looked up at him. He had pushed his track pants down and was slowly jacking his dick. I gave his other foot with the same treatment, I then pulled his pants and underwear completely off and knelt on the floor between his beefy legs.
His dick was average sized and beautifully shaped. I began a hard suck and I used my left hand to jack him at the same time. I deep throated him and he involuntarily cried out,” Shit.”
I used a free hand to play with his belly and furry pecs. He reached down and placed a large hand on the back of my neck and began to buck his hips at the same time.
His body started a slight Trimble and I felt his balls begin to tighten up.
He gasped and I heard him say,” Damn…I’m gonna cum….fuck…fuck…fuck…” And I pushed my tongue hard to the underside his penis and then ran it along the ridge of the mushroom head, before sticking it back in my mouth. He shot a good five or six times before he quieted down. I used my tongue to clean him up and then sat beside him on the couch and pulled out my cock and began to jerk it.
Dave watched for a minute, then reached over, pushed my hand out of the way and began to give me a nice pull. It didn’t take me long before I was the one flinching and shooting my cum all over the leather cushions.
I leaned back into the couch and met Dave’s eye. He smiled at me and said,” That was the best blow-job I have ever had in my life….it was fucking hot to jerk you off too.”
“So, you are not going to freak out on me are you?”, I asked him.
Dave looked at me for a moment and said,” No, I think we need to spend a few more game days together and see what happens.”
I told him,” Anytime, so who exactly is playing today?”
