(Thanks to my friend Buck, for moral support when my team lost in the playoffs, for story ideas, for a brief physical description and permission to use it, and especially for the visual aid)
(I haven't found an editor yet, so this one was all me, sorry for any typos)
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It's the second week of the NFl playoffs, and the much loved Green Bay Packers are playing the mean ol' 49ers in a Saturday night game. My friend goes all out for Packer games, and even more for playoff games. He has TV's in every room, even bathrooms and one on the back porch. He has a full bar, tons of food and about 40-50 people wandering around his home tonight.
It's hard in all the commotion to concentrate on the game, so I try to find a less crowded spot in all the chaos. I succeed tonight only because it's less than 40F degrees outside: there are only two people on the back porch watching the game. I quickly head back in, grab three beers, a blanket and my jackets and join them out on the porch. They have the chairs, so I curl up on the couch.
The Packers start off spectacularly, then they hold their own for the first half of the game. Everyone is in a good mood. A guy I've never seen before walks outside. He's new, and even though it's dark out, he looks kinda cute. He's about as tall as me, maybe 40ish, about 200 lbs, muscular, little bit of a belly, very short cropped hair, and a small mustache. He looks around the small group and the large TV and a small smile plays across his face. I lift the blanket, silently offering him the only remaining spot available, and some warmth.
He easily slides onto the couch and spreads the blanket over him. He laughs and says "You CheeseHeads are crazy, and you know it?" One of the other guys rises to the bait and adds "You're out here with us, so how crazy does that make you?" We banter back and forth for a while, shouting at the TV when appropriate.
His name is Buck, but I think it's a nickname, not his real name. He's visiting his cousin for the weekend, and he's going back to Kansas on Tuesday. I ask if he's a Chief's fan, and he says yes. I look at him sadly and say "I'm so sorry." He gives me a look and sarcastically finishes with "Oh, Thank you." I like him, he's sassy and sarcastic.
So, the second half of the game sucks. Just plain sucks. There is more screaming at the TV, more groaning, and Buck isn't rubbing it in. he is actually supportive. We continue talking and I find out he's an ex Desert Storm veteran, and a current correctional officer. (Damn, a vet and a man who knows how to use cuffs and restraints. What a happily interesting combo). He says he has girls, but no girlfriend.
We keep chatting about the game and him and me until there are about ten minutes left in the game. It's time for a beer run. I get beer orders from the others and head inside. I enjoy the warmth for a while and eat some food before watching the 49ers score again. Bastards! I grab the beers and head outside again.
As I'm heading out through the patio door, the other 2 guys are coming back in. They look pissed and I hand them their beers wordlessly as the head into the house.
Buck is the only one out there and he stands when I walk toward him. I ask what was up with the other two guys as I stand in front of him. Bucks eyes show surprise and he looks me up and down. I am actually an inch or two taller than his impressive 6'1" frame. I laugh a little at his reaction. I hold my arms out and give a spin so he can look me over. He's seen my shoulder length red hair, and the two jackets cover my upper body pretty well, but he seems to appreciate the long legs and firm ass. I hand him his beer and motion to the two empty seats. He laughs and says "I think they both just lost a ton of money." Ahhh, yes; that would piss me off as well.
I motion to the couch again, "We only have five minutes left of the game, might as well finish this horror with dignity." We both sit down again and curl up under the blanket. For the first time tonight Buck touches me. His hands on my shoulders or my thighs in sympathy for the beating my team is taking. I glance over at him with a small smile.
The game is down to the 2-minute warning, and the Packers are going to lose. It's depressing, but almost certain at this point. It was such an interesting evening, only to have it end on a sour note. I need a pick me up, something to raise my spirits. To my luck, there is a perfectly good pick-me-up sitting right next to me.
I turn and look at Buck for a bit, deciding if I want to try anything. Buck notices and looks at me, his eye brows arching slightly in curiosity. Why the hell not! He's cute.
Under the blankets, I press my hand against his thigh, and slowly start roaming upwards, never taking my eyes of his. He is startled at first, but then another small smile flashes across his face.
I lean over toward him and speaking in a whispered voice, "This night sucked, I wonder if there's anything we could do to give it a better ending??" He leans in and kisses me before saying "I could think of many, many things, girl." I smile. He's mine.
I press my beer into his free hand and slowly untangle myself from the blanket, tossing it off to the side. Standing in front of him (Yes, I was blocking his view of the football game. I know it's a cardinal sin, but I didn't think he'd mind too much) I run my hands up and down his thighs as I lower myself to my knees.
"You got something in there that could cheer me up?" Looking up at him with my best innocent little girl face. He just nods his head. My hand gently rubs over a steadily growing bulge in his jeans. "Is this it? I wonder what it could be. Can I look?" He nods again, never taking his eyes off me.
I smile as I start to unbutton his jeans and slowly pull the zipper down. I can smell his musky scent and it's not bad, not bad at all. Buck groans a little as my cold hands try to find my new toy for the night, but eventually I get it out and in the open. Startled a bit, I run my hands over his smooth skin. I look up at him and asked "Are you shaved?" With a big smile now, he nods again.
"You don't talk much, do you?" I start running my hand along his nice thick 8 inch cock.
He takes a swig of his beer before replying; "I'm not saying anything that could ruin this. You have as much fun as you want, and I'll just sit right here and watch."
That sounds like permission to me. I tug his pants down a bit more, so they're around his thighs. I take my first taste of him as I slide my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. Damn, I love a nice tasting man. I can hear the Packer game continuing in the background as I take Buck's cock into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the tip, I glance up at his face. My hands wrapped around the base, both to give me more control, and to keep this guy from getting cold and shrinking.
He is totally focused on me as I start giving him a blowjob. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, but always moving. My tongue gets more and more acquainted with each ridge and valley on his hard shaft.
Suddenly, the door to the porch opens. Ever have one of those moments where the whole world stops? This was one of them. I turn and look toward the door. A man, who I don't recognize, is standing half-way out the door, mouth open, staring at us. I say the only thing that comes to mind: "Could you give us a few minutes, please?"
