It was November, 2007. It was a Sunday, probably a couple weeks before Thanksgiving. My fiance (now wife) was planning for us to head to her folks' place for the holiday, I remember that...I just don't remember which Sunday it was.
We were still in Milwaukee at the time. I had a pretty decent circle of friends I hung out with, some were D&D friends, some were comic book buddies, some were work friends...then there were the fuckbuddies.
It was Mark and Ray, mostly. They were a couple in their mid 40's who'd been together for about 20 years or so. Mark was average height and build, which for Wisconsin meant he was a bit heavier than average, but wore it well. He had full head of salt-and-pepper hair he kept cut very short with a stylish wave in the front and always had a pair of small wire-rimmed glasses over his brown eyes. Ray was a touch over 6' and had a cyclists build that he kept in fantastic condition by...cycling. He was utterly hairless all over..save his wispy eyebrows.. as he'd started losing it from the top of his head in high school and just decided to go with the flow. In bed, Mark was an easy versatile guy, happy to receive attention to his thick nearly 7" uncut meat or ease down onto what you offered. Ray was all top and amazing at it. His 7.5" was just narrow enough at the tip and just fat enough at the base, with just the right amount of curve to hit you perfectly when you least expected it.
There was also Kevin and Tommy. Kevin was in his late 40's, built like a man of the wilderness, all hair and muscle, but not cut or ripped...more like that bear type where you KNOW he's built like a beefcake, he just doesn't do the gym thing. Tommy was his current beau. He was barely in his 20's and cut in all the ways Kevin wasn't. Tommy was a beast OF the gym, just a hair under 6' tall, perfectly done hair, perfectly built body. They were both vers as the day was long, which did well for me. Tommy, 6.5" and thick, Kevin, 5.75" and thicker. I'd been introduced to them at a Ray's birthday party the year before and we'd just clicked.
That Sunday I'd been invited over to Mark and Ray's to watch the Packer game. Tommy was there as well, all dressed in Vikings apparel. He'd been born and raised in Rochester, Minnesota and they were playing that day. Mark and Ray were both Wisconsin natives, so they were green and gold. I was born in South Dakota...no sports teams...
While the game was setting up and we were getting our first couple beers out of the way, Ray offered an idea for the game, "Let's make it interesting" he said, a wild glimmer in his eye, "Take a guess on how the first score is going to go. Whoever gets the score method correct gets to fuck whoever gets it most wrong. Then they've got to fuck them until their team scores next, and flip."
"What if you guess wrong there, buddy?" I said to Ray, knowing he doesn't bottom.
He laughed, "Oh, I never lose this game, kiddo."
I chose that the Vikings would get a field goal. Mark said "Packers, field goal, all the way." Tommy said, "No, based on how they've been playing, and how the Vikings have been, I'd say Packers will get a regular touchdown." and finally Ray said, "guess that means Vikings touchdown for me."
Well, sure enough in the first quarter, the Packers got a touchdown. Tommy downed his fourth beer and did his woohoo dance, then looked at his Vikings jersey and went, "aw shit." Ray said, "Well, I guess that means Joe there bottoms...he's the furthest from right...wrong team, wrong method."
I stood up and shucked off my pants. Tommy did the same, except it was better to look at. His beautiful six and a half inches was already hard and ready to go. Mark reached into one of the cubbies of his couch-side table where they kept some lube and tossed it to me, where I prepped myself a bit, then reached over and stroked Tommy's shaft and head, liberally coating it.
Assuming the position, I faced the TV and waited. Tommy's hands grabbed my hips and I felt the fat knob of his head press against me. I was in better practice at this time, so I just waited until I felt some pressure, then bore down as I let him ease himself inside.
Within two plays, his hips were slapping against my asscheeks as he shuttled himself from just on the rim of his head to balls deep, every stroke. I felt the head of him as he'd pull me back thrum against my prostate for just a second, then the rub of the ridge along his underside, the whole time sending an electric shock clear through to the tip of my own rock hard prick.
Mark and Ray watched from the couch, lazily stroking each other while watching, and to be honest, it was a great addition to the game.
Tommy, however, didn't have the staying power that one would hope for. Just as the first quarter's ending, I feel him slam inside me once, then twice, then his already thick shaft began swelling further as I feel the width of him vibrating with his orgasm. I'd been close too. Dangit.
"Whew, that was awesome" He says, and starts to pull out.
