Imagine sitting and watching a football game with your buddy. It’s the late game. You’re at his place after a long day of Christmas shopping with your wife. He’s recently single; divorced. The lights are out and there is a glow from the tv and a streetlight shining in through the open window. Divorced men don’t really have time or interest in curtain shopping.

The game isn’t all that exciting but the outcome has loosened implications on your favourite team. Your wife said you should go spend the time with him, thinking maybe he could use the company. You took the chance to sit in mostly silence for a few hours. The fourth quarter is winding down towards the 5 minute mark.

You shift your weight and absentmindedly grab your balls and give yourself a little squeeze. He only owns one couch and despite sitting on opposite ends, as you shift your junk your elbow bumps his arm so you grunt an apology. Your friend gets up and leaves the room down the hall to the bathroom.

When he comes back from the bathroom he sits a little more towards the center of his couch cushion and his hand also drifts down between his legs and grabs his crotch and gives it a squeeze. He lets out a groan as he squeezes and lets his legs drift open wide. Your eyes drift to his hand and linger a bit until you look up and notice him staring at you.

His eyes stare into yours as the announcers drone on about the game. You blush and look away and down, almost ashamed of staring too long. You open your mouth to apologize when he places his hand on your upper thigh. Before you lift your head to look at him he slides it between your legs and grips your crotch, then he squeezes.

Your hands, both of them, quickly move to cover his hand and grab it to pull away. Before you pull at his hands he asks if you want it.

”Hey,” he says, “just, if you want, just don’t do anything. It’s okay.”

You don’t let go of his hand but you also don’t pull it away. He keeps his on your crotch and gives it another gentle, sensual squeeze and your grip on his hand lessens. You look down again, staring at the floor as he begins to massage you through your pants. You drop your mouth and moan softly.

That’s all he needs and he shifts his body closer to you, sitting thigh to thigh now. Your hands are laying lifeless at the hinge in your hips. He is facing you at a three quarter angle and both of his hands are undoing your pants, sliding the zipper down and hungrily reaching into your underwear to pull out your stiffening dick. You gasp but he doesn’t hesitate. He grips your dick and starts pumping up and down the shaft. You get hard with very little work.

The game has only advanced a couple of minutes due to some penalties, some ill advised passing plays and a couple of time outs. Your eyes have drifted up from the floor to the screen, and while you’re looking at the moving pictures you don’t really comprehend what’s happening.

You’re hard in his hand now and he’s pumping you fully with his fist while his other hand is working at his own pants button and zipper. Something overwhelms you and you reach over and help him, sliding his zipper down and as he lifts his hips you help pulls his pants and boxers down to his knees. He leans back, slouching and giving a better angle for his extremely erect cock to point straight up. Your hand wraps around it and starts to stroke it while he pulls your pants and underwear below your knees. He goes back to stroking you as your clothes fall to your ankles. You’re now sitting thigh to thigh with him, your skin pressed into each other as you each stroke the others hard cock while you whimper and moan. The soft sounds from the football game fill the room between each of your sounds.

”Oh my god,” he groans and leans forward. His eyes look to you with a glossy, shining glint.

He bites down on his lip and stares at you, hungry eyes. You know what he wants when he gives you a short nod with that yearning look spearing through you. Dropping down to your knees between his legs in a flash you can’t help but pant heavily. Your breath is causing his cock to jump in eagerness. Before proceeding you look up at him and he nods again, encouragingly so you drop your head down, grip his length in your hand and part your lips letting the tip disappear into your mouth.

He lets out a wild groan as your close your lips around his cock and drop down lower onto it. His hands rest on the back of your head and push down further. You feel his cock deep into the back of your mouth. Up and down you repeat over and over again as you suck his cock on your knees.

You hear him repeating, “oh god. Oh god. Oh god,” right before you feel his entire body tense up. His hands grip your hair and he curls inward before shuddering as your mouth fills with his ejaculate. He unloads his cum into your mouth, causing you to pull off as it quickly overloads your suctioning cheeks and you swallow his salty jizz. As you go back to finish him off he pushes you back, shaking his head no as he pants.

The football game comes back from the two minute warning commercial break. You’re hard as a rock and slowly move your face away from his naked crotch and slide back onto the couch next to him, but as you go to pull your pants back up he tuts and reaches to grip your erection to continue stroking you. After a moments pause you don’t resist and settle back onto the couch as he pumps you lazily while the seconds of the game clock tick away.

You’re reaching the end. You can feel your body tending as you get closer and closer to cumming. His steady stroking pace is driving you wild. You buck your hips to go faster but he won’t oblige. You whimper and he grips a tiny bit tighter to settle you down. The game is in its final minute.

”Please,” is all you mutter. It’s the only thing you can say as he holds you in his grasp, as he holds your orgasm so closely in his fist.

”Please,” you groan again desperately. He grunts and pumps faster, pushing your orgasm through its wall and spilling it out over your shirt and leaking onto his hand as he slows. Your body shivers and you push his hand away as you drop your head back and close your eyes while the waves slowly subside.

The game is over. He shuts off the tv and you both sit in near darkness recovering from the orgasms you have each other while wondering if you can make this an ongoing thing, only next time maybe part of the pregame tailgating.