It was Sunday and a few of us guys were watching the football game in Kevin's man cave. Something we do every Sunday during the football season, hang with the guys before starting another work week, a break from the kids. Dogs and burgers on the grill, a few beers, good times. The game ended and everybody was getting up to leave. I just popped another beer and wasn't ready to go home yet.
"What's the second game?" I asked. Kevin flipped channels and it was the Broncos Raiders game.
"Good rivalry game."
I went to the grill and pulled a braut from the grill. I needed to cut open the bun and absent mindly stuck the braut in my mouth and prepared the bun. Kevin walked by headed to the bathroom and whispered.
"Looks good." Then disappeared.
I took my braut and put some ketchup on it, then returned to the couch. I sat and took a bite when it struck me what Kevin said. Did he drop a suggestion like I use to do with the women I dated and banged in college? I wasn't going to let that bother me if he did. He couldn't know I had a couple buddy flings before I got married.
Kevin came back and paid attention to the game. It was almost as if he were ignoring me, and that made me wonder. I would glance over at him, notice his hairy forearms, how thick his thighs were. Son of a bitch, he dropped a mind trick on me. He shifted on the couch so I could see his crotch, the rather large bulge in his crotch. I licked my lips and turned back to the game.
Kevin reached over and across me grabbing the remote that was on the end table. As he returned to his position he whispered.
"Smells good."
He turned up the volume and got comfortable. He was sitting closer now, I know that for a fact, and I could smell his after shave. Is he working me? My semi hard cock said yes.
There was shot of the Raiders cheerleaders on the TV. Kevin turned to me with a smile.
"Those are some hot chicks. I'd love to get a hummer from one of them babies." He turned to me. "My wife doesn't do that anymore."
"Mine doesn't either." I don't know why I lied, but the frequency had dropped considerably.
Kevin got up and grabbed some beers and sat down again. A bit closer, he opened and handed me one of the beers.
My heart was beating faster, like a school girl sitting next to the high school quarterback.
There was another shot of the cheerleaders and Kevin leaned over.
"Look at that. What I wouldn't give for a good blowjob." I looked at the TV, then I realized Kevin wasn't looking at the TV, he was inched away from my face, glancing down at his crotch. He looked into my eyes and I froze. Nervous excitement coursed through my body, I must have had the deer in the headlights look.
Kevin sat forward again, his hand landed on my thigh for a moment, he gave me a squeeze. He grabbed his beer and drank.
I looked at his strong forearms, glanced at his thick thighs, and the bulge in his crotch. I definitely was making the moves on me. I looked up and realized he was watching me. He smiled and leaned in kissing me. I didn't kiss back and he pulled away slightly.
"You didn't pull away."