Greetings once again readers. This is a rewrite of a story already posted here on Literotica. I've been very busy with a few things in my real world life involving a veterans group of which I am a member. You will note that, as always, I'm full of excuses. Now that I finally have all my [expletive deleted] together in one sock and have it properly stenciled, I shall endeavor to return to my writing. It will most likely be as slow as it was before, if not slower, but I enjoy writing too much to just not do it anymore. This story and my other adventures will continue albeit at a slow pace. For that, I apologize.
The beginning of this may be a little confusing for those of you who do not follow American football or the NFL (National Football League). The game told about in the story was a real NFL game, which actually took place on Monday, 29 October 2007. I know, because being a hard-core football fan, especially for my favorite team, the Green Bay Packers, I watched it. For those of you who do not understand the NFL, I suggest you research it. It would take far too long for me to explain here or in the story itself. Again, my apologies.
One other thing. You will find that here and most of my other stories involve bikers and the biker lifestyle. Hey, I'm a scooter tramp in real life, what can I say?
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It was a Monday evening. Gabe Eldritch and three of his closest friends were sitting at a table at Gus', the local sports bar some miles south of Denver, Colorado. At just a couple of inches under six feet and 180 pounds, his slim yet muscular frame often caught the attention of the ladies. His dark brown eyes seemed to perfectly match his hair, which was worn in a ponytail that hung to the lower part of his shoulder blades. A few streaks of white in his hair were the only evidence that he would never see the low side of 40 again.
It was a "guys night out". That it was a Monday evening had been planned so they could gather for Monday Night Football during the fall and winter. All four were fanatics when it came to the National Football League.
Gabe sipped on a Coke and not so jokingly said to David. "Would you kindly inform Shelly that I do not appreciate her efforts to fix me up and marry me off to one of her so called friends? The one last weekend turned out to be a cast iron bitch."
"But Gabe," David said, "You know her hearts in the right place …don't you?"
Gabe smiled dubiously "Yeah and I'm secretly related to Bill Gates. Damn Dave, it's as if she can't stand the fact that I'm single again. Look, I do not need or want any help finding female companionship."
Gabe thought back to his 'blind date' with Helga Saturday night. She was very obviously of German extraction with an accent, blue eyes, blonde hair and very tall. She was very probably a major dominatrix judging by way she carried herself. Not his type at all.
"Well Dave, Wayne and I are all married and we're happy for the most part." Luke, Gabe's oldest and best friend said.
"Look Luke, marriage and happiness are not always mutually inclusive. Hey, I've been married before and it was great for a very long time. I
was
happy then. However, after her little 'problem' began, it really started to suck. Cheryl was not a bad woman at first. But, first the drugs and then the other men kind of soured me on the whole 'happily ever after' thing." Gabe's former wife had somehow gotten herself into a serious crack cocaine habit, he didn't know how, and then turned to prostitution to support that habit after he had refused to pay for her drugs. The divorce was quick and quiet but still very ugly. Gabe was disappointed in how his marriage had failed but, he was not bitter and had forgiven Cheryl…for the most part.
Wayne, a tall, 6' 6", and very thin at 200lbs black man spoke up. "Jenny tells me she saw you and Cheryl out together last month. What's up with that?" Jenny was Wayne's wife, a delightfully cute white woman, was the consummate stereotype gossip.
"Cheryl and I are still friends, of a sort," Gabe said. '
Friends with benefits'
he did not add
.
During their marriage, Gabe and Cheryl's sex life had been extraordinarily satisfying for both of them. Enough that, even though they had been divorced for over a year, they would still get together occasionally to assuage their carnal desires. "Hey, just because we got a divorce doesn't mean we have to hate one another."
Gabe turned his attention to the big screen television located nearby. Tonight's game would be between the Green Bay Packers, who were surprisingly at five wins and only one loss and atop their division, and the Denver Broncos, who at three and three were not having their best season. The commentator was discussing the Green Bay quarterback, Brett Favre and his age. Favre, now at 38 years of age was no longer a young man. Especially for an NFL quarterback. Yet, he held most of the NFL career records and could possibly have them all by the end of the season.
"Bullshit." Gabe heard Wayne say, "That old fucker's all washed up. Shoulda retired a couple of seasons ago."
He's easily one of the best that's ever played the game." Gabe told him "and even this year, he's still among the best."
"C'mon man. You know the Bronco defense is gonna clean his clock tonight," he said. "I'll bet Denver wins by at least two touchdowns."
"I'm feeling generous tonight Wayne. I'll tell you what I'll do. You give me the Packers and only two and a half points and you got a bet, okay?" The half point eliminated any possible ties.
He looked at Gabe incredulously "Keep it friendly? Say twenty bucks?" he asked.
"You're on!" said Gabe.
Wayne chuckled "Easiest money I'll make this week."
"We'll see." Gabe said
"It's a good thing we got here early." Dave said to the rest of them. Gus' was filling up very fast. Gus' was
the
place to be for Monday Night Football locally. Being in Colorado, most of the clientele were of course Denver Bronco fans. There were a few other Packer fans there as well. Gabe thought of all places he'd been in all his travels, he almost never failed to find at least one Packers fan all over the country. There was also folks wearing Dallas' colors and other NFL team colors. Tonight wasn't just about the Packers and Broncos. It was about NFL football, which seemed to be awfully close to taking the 'America's Favorite Pastime' title away from baseball. It seemed as though everybody loved football. Baseball, it's ridiculously high salaries and all the controversies as late were starting to drive its fans away. Gabe had liked the San Diego Padres but didn't like watching them much any more. He'd always liked football more anyway.
A short time later, they had the coin toss, which Denver won. Green Bay kicked off and soon the Broncos were driving down the field. The Packers just looked unable to stop the drive. Soon, Jay Cutler, the Bronco's quarterback, was scrambling in a way not unlike Favre and tossed a short touchdown pass to tight end Tony Scheffler and it became 7 - 0 Denver.
Wayne looked at Gabe smugly "Wanna just go ahead and give me the twenty now?"
"Patience young man, patience. Game's not over just yet."
A poor winner was far worse than a poor loser
Gabe didn't say.
The game was moving along and a good time seemed to being had by all present. A short time later Gabe watched as Favre dropped back and fired a long pass down the field to the right side. Nearly fifty yards later, the ball was caught by Green Bay's rookie wide receiver James Jones. After the catch, Jones inexplicably cut to his left and started running diagonally across the field to the left corner of the end zone.
"Where the hell is that rookie going?" Gabe muttered to himself. Nevertheless, a moment later, Jones reached the goal line scoring a Packer touchdown.
Gus' exploded. Apparently, there were more Packer fans there than Gabe thought. On top of that, one of the officials that inadvertently taken one hell of a hit from one of Broncos trying to stop Jones and was still down on the field. It was a hell of a 78-yard touchdown pass.
"Not bad for an old washed up quarterback, eh Wayne? You know, I think I'll just hold on to that twenty a wee bit longer, if you don't mind. " Gabe said.
"Yeah, yeah." Wayne said, not very good at concealing his anger.
