We are at a mutual friend's party, we have talked a little here and there, just a typical house party, drinking and flirting, most people came with their intended, so it would appear that you and I are the only ones not already hooked up.
The party has dragged on, all the couples are doing couple things and you are kinda wandering the house, when you wander into the "gameroom" you can hear someone playing pool as you enter, as you go around the corner you see it is me, just shooting alone. You ask if you can play, and I say "of course", and begin to rack the balls.
We play one game then two, each of us winning one, drinking more and getting very comfortable around each other, I keep peaking around your tank top type shirt and staring at your ass when you shoot, your denim shorts riding up your beautiful muscular legs, and we both know that you've caught me more than once.
As we get ready to play a third game you say "why not make this interesting, lets bet on the game." I say "what do you wanna bet?" "How about the loser has to do whatever the winner says?" To which I heartily agree.
As the game goes on you begin to attempt to ditract me, sliding your hand up and down your cue, I ask "what do you know about that?" "I've rubbed a stick or two in my time" you answer. This leads us into a discussion on masturbation, with you asking "how often do you jerk off" "well that depends on the inspiration, and how good I have done on the dating front lately, right now I'd say I have plenty of inspiration, and how I do tonight is yet to be seen."
The game continues, we each have one ball left and the eight ball, as you get ready to shoot I am again standing behind you, staring at that perfect ass, and just as you get ready to shoot, I ask "so how often do you masturbate?"
This affects your concentration, you miss, and look over your shoulder with a wicked grin "you did that on purpose didn't you?" "Of course not" I say.
I get ready to shoot, an easy, short, straight short shot, as I take aim and prepare to shoot you say "I just masturbated in the bathroom upstairs" you sniff your hand then say "in fact, my hand still smells like me. Wanna smell??" I take aim, and sink the shot, and look back over my shoulder at you with a wicked grin and say "I'll smell after I sink the eight ball, ok?"
I walk over to the cue ball and take aim at the eight, a fairly easy shot, which is good because my rising erection is causing me great discomfort, as I take aim, you walk over to the pocket I am aiming at, stand with your back to it, which puts your ass right at table level, you bend over at the waist and say "wanna sink something here?" I answer with a resounding slamming of the eight into the pocket, game over.