It was Sunday morning and we were so excited to be attending the Raider game, thanks to a guy in our dorm whose father had season tickets. They were playing the rival Broncos, so Maggie, Kelly, Gretchen and I left early in the morning in order to get one of the prime tailgating spots after the five hour drive. Of course we were decked out in our yoga pants, tennis shoes and football jerseys. Only Gretchen and I like the Raiders so we were wearing our black and silver while Maggie wore her Patriot's Tom Brady jersey and Kelly supported her Chargers.
It was about 9 am and we found a perfect spot. After bringing our cooler out to get on our "game faces," the lawn chairs soon followed. Quickly the parking lot filled with ravenous Raider fans and people were drinking, grilling, passing the football, playing corn hole, cranking music and generally having a great time. Guys kept bringing us drinks and we were getting very tipsy, very quickly. Some of those guys were pretty hot.
When I drink, I get bolder, brasher, and more outgoing if that is even possible. I walked around talking and laughing with other tailgaters. In the corner of the lot, there was the coolest black and silver mini bus with former Raider greats painted on the side with all the super bowl rings linked together. You could tell it was professionally done and it was incredible.
Two portly gentleman were sitting in lawn chairs, wearing their Raider gear, drinking beer but with nobody else around and they didn't seem that happy when I approached, "Hi guys! What's up? You think we will win today?"
That is when I noticed they were identical twins and both stood up simultaneously when one of them responded, "Hi. I'm Frank and this is my twin brother Fred. Nice to meet you. And, hell yes we are going to win today."
"I'm Brittni and those girls over there are Gretchen, Kelly, and the tall one is Maggie. It's nice to meet you too. This is the coolest fan bus I've ever seen. Where are you guys from? So where is everyone in your group?" I spoke quickly while switching subjects like I often do when I drink.
The guys gave me a warm smile, offered me to sit down, have a drink, or take a tour of inside the bus while telling me it was their 30th birthday. I wished both of them happy birthday and when I stepped inside the vehicle, it was really nice. The bus had four rows of seats on each side, a table with padded bench style seats around it in the back. The ceiling had a gorgeous mural of former Raider Marcus Allen running for a touchdown.
I smiled, "This bus is amazing. You could fit a couple dozen people in here. I bet you guys have tons of friends come with you all the time."
Both guys looked at each other, paused, before Fred responded, "Well, the truth is, we...we really don't have many friends. We have these season tickets and we come to ever game but nobody comes with us. We are hoping that someday we can fill it up and have a big party before every game."
I felt sorry for them because even though they weren't what someone would consider "traditional hunks," they were handsome and sweet and definitely worthy of many friends. I sat with them outside, drank and tried to get to know them. They were from Oakland, never been married or had girlfriends and both worked in construction.
I told Fred and Frank a little about myself as well while continuing to skip around from subject to subject, "We are all freshmen at USC so it was a long drive this morning. I have always been a Raiders fan ever since I was a little girl and I have an older sister. I'm surprised you guys don't have girlfriends."
Frank somberly replied, "Look at us. We are 5'9 inches tall and weigh 300 pounds. Girls won't give us the time of day. It's ok though, we have gotten used to it."
I sincerely snapped, "I think that is ridiculous. You guys are handsome and very sweet, not to mention you both have great teeth. I think personality is big in my book."
Fred sighed, "Well, I wish other girls thought like that. We have both been on a few dates but nothing has ever stuck. We just go about our business and try to make the best of it."
I had just the right amount of alcohol in me to be very wicked. I was going to take control of the situation and show these two guys a great adventure. This was going to be a birthday to remember.
"C'mon guys, show me the inside of the bus again," I playfully demanded as I grabbed each one by the hand and yanked them toward me.
We walked up the steps inside the bus and I slid my legs into a seat so both men could pass me, "I think it's time for your birthday present. Both of you get you pants off and go back and sit down on the padded seat."
Fred's eyes were very wide before he sputtered, "Oh, Brittni that is very nice of you but you don't have to do anything out of pity for us."
I was buzzing good and replied, "I give no pity but I give one heck of a blowjob. Don't make me say it twice, get those pants off and sit your butts down in the back."
Frank looked apprehensive when he stammered, "I don't know. We...we...well, let's just say, we are not blessed down there."
I was losing my filter when I just blurted out, "You have little dicks?"
Fred replied, "Uh, you could say that. That is another reason we aren't very good with the ladies."
I nonchalantly said, "I don't care. Little cocks need love too. So get them pants off. In a couple of minutes you will forget all about the size of your penises.
Both men walked back to the seat and began shimmying their jeans and underwear down to their ankles. Because their bellies were covering their crotch, I couldn't see a thing but when they stood back up, I gasped, "Oh my!"
Both guys quickly put their hands over their cocks as Fred embarrassingly said, "See. I knew you would laugh. It really stinks how we got screwed in the manhood department."
I quickly responded, "I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing, honest. I was just shocked how small they are, but don't worry about it. Relax. I'm gonna rock their world. So put your hands down." When neither guy removed his hands, I continued, "Put em down. Seriously, don't worry. Put em down and sit down."
Finally, Fred and Frank dropped their hands and sat down. Their cocks, literally looked like a baby bird perched in a nest with all the thick, pubic hair bunched around it. I knelt down and even though both guys were sitting side by side, I started with Fred. Leaning in, using two fingers and my thumb, I fished his tiny cock out of the hair and stroked it up and down. Instantly it became hard and I was shocked how small it actually was, even while erect. I would say at full erection it was just under 4 inches long.
I tapped his inner thigh before requesting, "Spread your legs more so I can get to it."
I continued stroking Fred's little wiener with my three digits when he complied, allowing me to get to it with my mouth. I encased his entire cock with one gulp and just latched on for several seconds.