Last night I went to a local bar to watch the Pittsburgh Penquins and NY Rangers game. I chose to go to the bar because everyone else I could watch a game with was either busy or gone away. My wife had gone to Toronto with two of her friends for the weekend, so I had the house all to myself.
I am 66 years old, straight and very oral. Although I am really curious, I would rather than a pussy to taste, lick, and suck than someone's dick. But last night and this morning put a new twist on my desires.
The bar I went to had seating for about 40 people, with every table having access to a nice size TV screen. The game was on about half of them; the other half didn't have sports on--only NBA, and that's hardly a sport :) The bar was in a semi-circle with four TVs going: two hockey and to freak-shows (guys with a big orange ball running up and down the court freely because no ref calls travelling any more.)
At the beginning of the second period as I was sitting at the bar, a guy about 22-24 squeezed between me and another guy at the bar to order a draft. It was already 1-0 for NY, then 2-0 and it looked like it was going to be a blowout. I acknowledged the guy's presence and he said, "Hey, if you guys want to join us at my table, you're welcome." The guy next to me said, "No, I have to leave after this beer, but thanks for asking."
It's not much fun watching any game alone, so I said I'd be happy to. He got his beer, I ordered a pitcher and ask the bartender to bring them to our table in a few minutes, then went with the guy.
The table was a bit crowded, so the guy who invited me over pulled an extra chair up along side of him and squeezed me in. Then, he introduced his four friends: Carl, Tim, Greg, and Cory. His name was Brent; and introduced myself. I was the oldest one there, and all the rest were in their 20s. Certainly I was odd man out in this situation, but I just figured they were being nice to me.
Now that the table for four had six guys at it, Brent and I were very, very close to each other. As it worked out, there were only two Rangers fans, Brent--my new friend, and Greg. The rest of us were cheering for Crosby and friends. Despite all of the rivalry, everyone of us agreed that Sean Avery is an idiot who shouldn't be in hockey.
We just got comfortable when NY scored again to make it 3-0. Now the rivalry was heated up, but I wasn't holding out much hope for the Pens at this point. Brent looked at me and said, "Don't be too sad. It's only the first game." laughingly. "Maybe next game, we'll let your get a goal.
The pitcher of beer came to our table and everyone wanted to pitch in, but I told them it was my treat. I just finished topping up my glass when Pittsburgh scored to make it 3-1 and the bar went into a loud cheer. Brent leaned to me and said, "I might have to eat my words, Bruce." and gave my knee a squeeze. I couldn't respond because 14 seconds later, the Pens scored again to make it a 3-2 game. Again, Brent put his hand on my thigh and squeezed. I put my hand on his, not to move it away, but to acknowledge his presence. I put my hand back up on the table, but he kept his there because where he was sitting, no one could see his hand.
The bar became quite rowdy at this point and everyone was enjoying himself. When the game went to 3-3, a debate began about whether the Pens would come back and win the game. Brent whispered to me, "I'll bet you a blow job that this is NY's game. Are you on?" he asked as his hand slid up the inside of my thigh. I didn't answer him, but I looked at him and raised my eyebrows as if to say I was thinking about it.
The third period was even more exciting, both for the hockey game and the free feels I was getting from him. I have to admit that I liked it, especially when he let his hand brush the end of my dick. When the game went to 4-3 for the Pens, everyone jumped up--everyone except Brent and I because I had a hard-on and couldn't stand up without revealing what was going on. I did let out a yell and raised my two arms in the air. While everyone else was on their feet, Brent grasped my dick and said, "I guess I owe you one." I responded "Yeah, and I intend to collect."
Now things were exciting in one way, but that excitement went away as soon as the Rangers tied up the game at 4-4. "Maybe I'm the one who is going to collect on the BJ, Bruce." he quietly said to me. "Will you pay up if the Rangers win?"
"Brent, you can't have a one-sided bet. Yes, if the Rangers win, I owe you." I said.
"What do you owe him," Cory asked. I told him that I would buy the final round if NY won this game; and if the Pens won, he would have to buy.
Wouldn't you know it: NY gets a penalty with only about two minutes to go and the Pens score to make it 5-4. NY couldn't come back, despite hitting the goal post on one shot and the game was over. Pittsburgh 5, NY 4. HOW SWEET IT IS!!
Brent kept his word and bought a round for the table, but there were only three of us who could stay, him, me, and Tim, who had to leave right after his beer was gone.
"OK, Bruce. Time for the real pay-off. Do you know where we can go?" Brent asked.
"I'm batching it for the next two days. Let's go to my place. The Dallas game is on at 10:00; want to watch it?"
"Yeah, I'll watch it with you, but that's not my main goal." he said.
"Not mine either, Brent." I answered.
