Conference Championships
---Sunday
That morning, Ben texted first thing in the morning and urged me to come over early. When I arrived, he led me to the kitchen and pulled out a few spray cans of whipped cream from the fridge. "For the games this afternoon," he said with a sly smile.
"We're having sundaes?" I asked.
"No," he said, shaking his head and laughing. "Body shots. You have heard of whipped cream body shots before, right?" I shrugged and shook my head. "You know, it's a real good thing you met me," he said as he put his arm around my shoulder. "You've been living such a painfully dull life."
When Erik and Joe arrived, Ben presented the activities for the afternoon's games. "You guys ever hear of a drinking game called 'Cocksucker'?" he asked as he handed us each a beer.
Joe hesitated. "No, but I'm sure we're about to find out."
"Well, I've never played it before, but, apparently, the person who loses the bet is designated the 'cocksucker'. Whenever your team scores, you get to pick someone to be your 'cocksucker'. You hold your bottle between your legs and the person you pick, without using their hands, has to take a drink."
"Sounds good," Erik said amiably.
Joe smiled and reclined back into his seat. "Well, if it's only bottles of beer we're using," he declared, "then I'm gonna be the biggest cocksucker out of all of you!" He then closed his eyes and bowed his head, instantly regretting his words as we all laughed and harassed him briefly.
As each team scored during the first game between the Broncos and Patriots, we appointed our 'cocksuckers' and quickly discovered the difficulty of tipping the bottle with our mouths and not our hands. As Ben was drinking from Joe's bottle, it began to slip, so he tried to steady it with his mouth and ended up jamming the bottle into Joe's nuts. Joe doubled over for a couple of seconds, both from discomfort and laughter.
During the second half of the game, Ben designated himself as his own cocksucker and tried to drink from the bottle between his legs, spilling the beer all over his face and shirt. "That's how that guy must've looked after he blew you in the bathroom," I joked as he removed his shirt and used it to wipe his face. Later, Erik and Ben tried to '69' each other's bottles, which caused them both to spill their beers all over themselves and the floor. Erik helped Ben clean up the mess as the game ended with a final score of 21 -- 18, Broncos.
"So, what do you have in store for the next round?" Erik prompted.
Ben stood up and rubbed his hands together. "Body shots with whipped cream," he announced.
Joe and Erik exchanged a look. "Alright," Joe agreed after a sigh. "Let's do it."
"Hey, Todd, will you grab the cans? I'm gonna hit the shower and freshen up." Ben sauntered off to the bathroom and then peered at us from around the corner. "Anyone care to wash my backside?"
Shortly before the second game between the Packers and the Buccaneers got underway, Ben claimed his seat next to me on the couch, clad only in shorts and hair still damp from the shower, to explain the rules. "When your team scores, you pick someone to lick whipped cream from the body part of your choice."
Ben was adamantly sticking by his Buccaneers, which made him the odd man out of the group. The Packers scored the first touchdown of the game, so Joe, Erik and I each had to take a turn.
Joe went first and appointed Ben to eat cream from his hand. Ben did, licking Joe's palm in the process, which elicited a visible shiver from Joe. "Wow, that tickles. Never knew the palm of my hand was so sensitive," Joe observed.
"Then you've been beating off wrong," Ben replied, wiping his mouth.
I chose Erik to lick from my thumb, who then chose Joe to lick from his elbow.
In the second quarter, the Buccaneers scored a 3-point field goal, affording Ben the opportunity to make his first selection. He coated his large nipples with whipped cream and then gestured to me. I leaned over and quickly sucked up each dollop of cream, trying not to laugh.
"You didn't get all of it," Ben said, pointing to one of his nipples. I leaned in again, licking around his areola and flicking his nipple with my tongue for extra measure. Ben folded his arms across his chest, covering his nipples with his hands. "Whoa, I'm getting a boner!" he chuckled as Erik and Joe laughed and applauded. "There's a direct connection between my nips and my dick."
"Obviously," Joe taunted. "Because there sure isn't any connection between your dick and your brain."
Before halftime, the Packers made a touchdown, so I picked Erik and made a dot on my cheek. He came over to me, took my face in his hands and enclosed his mouth over the cream, then started lapping at my face like a dog. We all laughed.
He grabbed the can from me and said, "Alright, it's your turn." He sprayed the cream along this inside of his forearm. I held his wrist and made my way up his arm, getting more cream on my face than in my mouth.
"Erik," Joe said after I sat back into the couch. "You can suck the cream from my big toe."
"Oh, great," Erik replied flatly.
Joe took off his shoe and sock and sprayed the whipped cream on his toe. He lifted it as Erik approached and waved it in his face. "Smelling it isn't part of the agreement," Erik asserted as Joe continued to wave his foot, which caused the cream to fall off his toe and onto the floor. "Well, that's better than his toe," Erik said as he got on all fours and sucked at the dollop of cream. He then stood up and pointed to the floor. "At least that had been cleaned recently," he said, referring to the fact that Ben and he had cleaned the spilt beer from that same spot. "Who knows when those things last saw soap and water."
"Yeah, Joe," Ben said, fanning the air in front of his nose. "Put your shoes and socks back on."
When the Buccaneers scored another field goal, Ben appointed me to lick the cream from his armpits.
"Why do you keep picking me to do this stuff?" I said as I stood up, not as a complaint but as a curiosity.
Ben only smiled and shrugged in reply. He passed the can to me and leaned back, placing his hands behind his head. I shook the can, held it up to his armpit and pressed the nozzle, shooting a stream of cream into the hair-covered crevice. His entire body jerked slightly as the moment of contact. "Damn, that's cold!" he exclaimed. I sprayed cream in his other armpit and then set the can aside. I rested my hands on the seat cushion on either side of him and took as much cream as I could into my mouth, swallowed, then dutifully licked off the rest before repeating on the other side. Joe and Erik chanted until I finished. By the end, I was sporting a fully engorged erection that I tried to hide by quickly resuming my seat. There was something undeniably and understandably sensual about touching his soft skin with my lips and tongue.
When the Packers scored, Joe picked Erik to lick whipped cream from his chin. Erik crossed over to him, put his knees on either side of Joe's waist and suggestively sat on his lap, eliciting whoops and hollers from Ben and me. Joe leaned his head back and Erik squirted a dollop of cream on Joe's chin and sucked it off. "Open your mouth, Joe," Erik instructed and sprayed the cream into his own mouth then took Joe by the jaw and held his mouth open. Erik leaned over and spat the cream into Joe's mouth.
Ben fell back into the couch, laughing and clapping. "Nice! I wish I had thought of that! Now you, Todd."
"Alright. Well, since you're always picking me, I'll return the favor," I said.
He sat up. "Where do you want it?" he asked, shaking the can.
"Uh ... here, I guess," I said, lifting my shirt and indicating my stomach.
Ben got on his knees in front of me, pushed my shirt up a bit more and then slipped his fingers into the front of my pants and pulled them down until his fingertips were resting in the ridge between my groin and the base of my shaft. As he held my pants in place, he drew a line from the middle of my chest down into my pubic hair. Starting from the top, he began thoroughly lapping it up, tickling me with his tongue as he carefully made his way down my stomach. He pulled the waistband of my pants out further and stuck his face inside, his tongue brushing through my pubic hair until he lightly brushed the base of my shaft. After he was done, he sat back on his heels, smiled, and then grabbed the obvious bulge in my pants and gave it a playful shake.
The Packers scored again and we all glanced at each other, waiting for the first volunteer.
"I'll go," Joe said, looking straight at me. He stood up and, after a calculated pause, began unbuttoning his pants.
"And we're off!" Ben shouted.
Joe pushed his pants to his knees. "Here, hand me a can." He took it from Ben and sprayed a small amount on his leg near his knee since most of his thigh was covered with his loose-fitting boxers. I crossed over to him, knelt and scooped the cream up quickly.
"Nice job, buddy," Ben said, patting my ass as I passed by. "I thought we might be heading somewhere interesting there, Joe, but you disappointed me."
Joe pulled up his pants with a grin. "Hey, if you want to go any further than that, be my guest."
"What do you say, Todd?" Ben gestured to me with the can. "It's your turn."
"Okay," I said as I stood and took the can from him. I sprayed a large amount of cream into my hand and held it out to him. As Ben opened his mouth, I quickly smeared the cream all over his face. Erik and Joe laughed as Ben stood frozen with cream dripping from his face. He then jumped up and grabbed me by the back of the head, rubbing his face against mine until I was covered in cream as well.
Erik stood up, walked over to us, and took the can from my hand. "My turn now," he said and then pointed to my crotch. "Pull your dick out."
"What?" I stammered. "Why?"
"It's my turn. Now, pull your dick out," he instructed.
