Tony just nodded, smirking at Sean; his eyes hungrily scanning Sean's body—up, down and back up again. What the hell does this guy have up his sleeve looking at me like that?
"Okay. You have Green Bay. I have San Francisco. You win the $50 is yours. If I win, what do I get, Sean?"
Shit. Sean should have seen this coming. He jumped at what he thought was an easy-money bet. A straight money bet, but the tone in Tony's teasing question made it clear he wanted something else if he won. Tony's chocolate eyes danced as they bore into Sean, waiting for Sean to respond. Sean was hesitant to ask, but he had to man up to the bet.
"What do you want if you win?"
"I want to make that big cock of yours come right in my hands, Sean—plain and simple."
There it was. The Tony Ryan Sean worried would emerge did so and upped the ante. Sean knew it was too late to renege. Tony bit his bottom lip nervously...eagerly waiting for the answer he wanted. The commentary on the screen was the only sound in the apartment.
"C'mon Sean. It's just you and me here, and I don't kiss and tell." Tony's body seemed to quake with a lust he obviously held inside him from the moment Sean walked into his apartment (maybe even from the moment Sean agreed to join him on Thursday). His movements were fluid, more expressive; his gestures--flirtatious and erotic.
"Alright," Sean said in a meek, private voice Tony faintly heard. "But if I win, I want the money and no funny business, man!"
"A bet is a bet," Tony acquiesced. They shook on it to make it official—Sean's hand wrapped inside Tony's confident grip.
The marquee game of week one was an epic clash of football titans from the beginning, but San Francisco on the road, showed poise and maintain a slight hold on the lead. Sean's stomach was in knots as he watched his horse trail in the game. Tony had a wide, knowing smile on his face since kickoff. Every so often, he'd glance at Sean with dark passion in his eyes. Sean kept his eyes on the flat-screen as much as he could. Hope as he might, it was clear that this year's team had an offense to go with that famous defense—and Green Bay had lost a step. Tony didn't rub the score in Sean's face, but by the end of the third quarter, it was a dominating and shocking 23-7 lead for San Francisco. Sean thought about asking for hard alcohol to prepare for what was likely going to be his first intimate encounter with another man. Instead inside, he became the biggest fan outside of Green Bay, Wisconsin. To his surprise, the Packers mounted a comeback to make the game interesting. At this point, he desperately wanted to avoid Tony touching him a lot more than the fifty dollars. However, the comeback felt short as San Fran scored again and stopped Green Bay's vaunted offense from scoring again. San Francisco won the game 30-22 and Tony won his pound of flesh. Sean glanced at the laptop. He was losing there as well. Jesus!
The host said nothing as he cleared the table and went into the kitchen. Sean's mind raced how this situation would play out. He liked women and only women! How could he get himself into such as a bind? Damn Tony! As the internal curse crossed his mind, Tony silently came back to the sofa beside Sean, smiling slightly. To Sean, Tony's whole demeanor eerily reminded him of an old Vampire taking in the sight and scent of human prey before draining them of their blood. His breathing was shallow. His eyes bore holes into Sean's sweatpants at the crotch. Tony rubbed the back of his own head as if to contemplate his next move. It was then that Sean saw the rising and growing bulge between Tony's legs. It was a meaty rope that indented Tony's gym shorts like hard, immovable steel pressed against malleable metal. Tony's large right hand descended on Sean's left knee. He began to rub his thigh sensually with a hint of reassurance in his touch. Sean refused to acknowledge the electric surge of sensation that traveled from his knee, up his thigh and straight to his balls.
"You know...you may have lost the bet. But if you relax and just go with this, your body won't know you lost a thing." Tony stared at his own hand make wider massaging circles on the long muscles of Sean's thigh—working ever closer. "The body doesn't know gender when there's pleasure to be had, Sean."
Maybe it was the deep muscle presses into his thigh so close to his genitals or the phrase Tony just said to relax him, but Sean's body tingled deliciously beneath Tony's exploring hand at that moment. His pupils constricted and his smooth, masculine face flushed red. The way it does when the anticipation of sex with a desired woman is just about to turn into reality. It was fleeting, but the sensation exploded inside him stronger than ever. It was enough for his penis to pulse with blood pumping through the veins; for it to rise--newly aroused and wanting to be touched. Sean's body betrayed the fears of his mind. Sean, the heterosexual, was slowly beginning to relent to the pleasure to be had from Tony.
Tony's instincts read the shift in Sean's body. More to the point, his hand felt the movement of Sean's long member come to life just above his hand. A quick glance into Sean's eyes confirmed it was more than okay to caress his cock, and he did. Tony ran his hand the length of it, feeling it respond to his touch and harden. Again and again, he stroked it--tugging it and pressing it with his fingers on the way back down Sean's thigh. God, did he love this guy's legs! Hand up on his Sean's stone-hard cock once more, and Tony's hand reached for the waistband of Sean's sweatpants. Sean's face was drunk with surprise and sexual hunger, his mouth open and his eyes watching another man's hand on his hard cock. Pulling his pants down, Sean was eager to help Tony get them off of him now—shifting his weight on the sofa to facilitate its removal.
In no time, Sean's naked, free-standing, throbbing tool was in Tony's surprisingly soft hands. With confidence in their complete privacy growing, Sean began to moan from Tony's capable hands. He was falling deeper and deeper into the jungle of sexual indulgence. Sean was getting delightfully lost in that jungle with every manual polish of his sleek shaft. Tony was an expert at this, Sean found. Sean couldn't have touched himself this good. Sweatpants and boxer shorts down by his ankles, Tony worked skillfully over his cock with his right hand, and his balls with the left. Sean could feel the pressure building for release as his precum and crotch sweat made the motions of Tony Ryan's hands run smoother and faster over his member. He was going to cum all over Tony's sofa—in Tony Ryan's hand! Shit, he was fucking his hand like a pussy! Damn, this was so good!
The manipulation of his loins would have pushed Sean over the edge eventually, but it was the way Tony looked at him—his deep brown eyes staring into Sean's muted blue—that made his muscles twitch and quake and erupt in climax. Sean wailed as he came, gobs of semen shooting up like a geyser. Tony milked him for all he had and relished the result that coated his hands as well as Sean's bare thighs. In the moment that followed his orgasm, Sean felt a twinge of shame. A man touched him sexually, and popped him harder and better than anyone before today. He wasn't gay, but he quickly understood what Tony said. The body only wants to know pleasure. And his didn't care about the gender of the person giving me such pleasure. In this private and secret moment, Sean didn't give a damn about semantics. When he removed his thoughts from the equation and let his body guide him, he had to admit that he felt satisfaction like never before.
