Super Bowl
I headed over to Ben's place that afternoon with a rock hard boner in my pants. I was mildly disappointed to find that Joe was already there, seated in the living room checking his phone.
As I closed the door behind me, Ben bounded out from the kitchen with his arms stretched wide. "Hey, buddy!" he exclaimed enthusiastically and clasped me in a firm embrace. "Come help me in the kitchen," he coaxed, leading me around the corner out of sight from Joe. Then he smiled at me as he placed his hands on either side of my face and drew me into a kiss. I gripped the sides of his shirt and held the material tightly in my fists as we made out, rolling our tongues together around inside our mouths. We stopped ourselves before we got too carried away and entered he kitchen to prepare the refreshments.
Erik arrived a short time later brandishing bottles of booze. "It's the big day, gentlemen," he declared as he handed me his bottles and slipped off his coat. "Everyone ready?"
I set the bottles on the table and retrieved four tumblers from bar. Ben furnished the coffee table with a wide assortment of snacks and finger food and took his usual place next to me on the couch.
Erik dove into the taco dip as Joe filled our glasses. "Hey, so I was thinking," Erik began, crunching on a tortilla chip. "We should play the game 'Who's Most Likely To'. My wife and I played it with a couple of friends last week at a party and I thought you guys might enjoy it. Or did you have other plans?" Erik asked, glancing at Ben, who indicated that he hadn't. "Has anyone ever played before?" We all shook our heads. "Okay," Erik explained. "When your team scores, you ask the group a question about who you think is the most likely to do something. Whoever gets the most votes has to drink."
"I like it," Ben replied, dipping a cocktail sausage roll in some mustard and popping it into his mouth.
Joe and I were rooting for the Packers and Erik and Ben were for the Broncos. When the Packers scored first, Joe indicated for me to start things off. "Who is the most likely among us to have the greatest number of moving violations?" I asked the group.
Ben stood up from the couch. "You mean like this?" He placed his hands behind his head and began gyrating his hips, flapping his free-balling cock within his loose-fitting shorts.
Erik and I laughed as Joe shielded his eyes. "That is definitely a violation on so many levels."
"Traffic violations," I clarified to him. "I meant traffic violations."
Ben sat down and pointed immediately to Joe, as did Erik. Not knowing the others as well as they all knew each other, I simply emulated them and pointed to Joe as well. Joe shrugged and took a swig.
"Those red signs with the funny shape?" Ben said to him. "Yeah, they mean for you to stop."
Joe rolled his eyes and reached for some olives. "Who here is most likely to get arrested?" he asked, surveying the group. Erik and Joe pointed to Ben, while Ben and I pointed to Joe.
"It's a tie," Ben declared and clinked his glass against Joe's. "Now just what do you two think I'd be arrested for?" Ben asked after he and Joe drank.
"Indecent exposure," Joe and Erik said simultaneously.
The Packers scored again in the bottom of the first quarter, so Joe and I had another turn.
"Who is the most likely to get a drunk tattoo?" I asked the group. Ben and Erik laughed and immediately pointed to Joe. Joe took his glass and downed the rest of his drink in one gulp.
"That naked lady on the back of his shoulder," Ben informed me. "
That
was a drunk tattoo."
"I don't regret it," he responded flatly. "Okay, so who here is the most likely to go to a nude beach?" he asked, looking directly at Erik.
"Clothing optional resort," Erik clarified and took a swig.
Ben scrunched his face and groaned. "Ugh, I could never do that. I'm sure the sand gets everywhere."
"That it does," Erik confessed.
When the Broncos scored in the second quarter, Ben asked, "Who is most likely to have a secret identity?" I pointed to Erik and then realized everyone was pointing at me.
"What?" I laughed. "Why me?"
"It's the quiet ones," Erik said as Ben and Joe nodded in agreement.
Erik took his turn. "Who is most likely to post nude selfies?" Everyone instantly pointed to Ben.
"What?" Ben complained. "I would never."
"Yeah, right," Joe chided him.
"Seriously," Ben replied. "I mean, I might directly message pictures, but I would never randomly post them online."
"It still counts," Erik informed him.
Ben shrugged and took a sip of his drink. Then he got up and retrieved his cell phone from the kitchen counter. He turned it on, stretched out the waistband of his short and snapped a photo of its interior contents. "You guys want me to send this to you now or later?" he asked us, looking up from his phone.
"Please don't," Joe implored, glancing at Erik and shaking his head.
"Don't give me anything I'd have to explain to my wife," Erik told him with a hearty guffaw.
Ben smiled, pressed a couple of buttons on his phone with his thumb before setting it on the table. We all reached for various snacks and turned our attention back to the game. A couple of seconds later, my phone chimed with a text alert. I looked at it and, sure enough, there was the snapshot Ben had taken of his junk. I quickly switched off my phone, glancing at Erik and Joe who were still focused on the game. I smiled to myself, purposefully not looking at Ben, even though I could feel his eyes on me.
The first half concluded with a score of 14 - 7, Packers. Erik got up to relieve himself while Joe checked the messages on his phone. Ben and I headed toward the kitchen, ducked behind the large support beam at its entrance, and began to instantly make out, trying hard to be quiet but unable to keep from making telltale sounds. We stopped periodically to peer around the corner at Joe who remained preoccupied with his phone.
We resumed kissing one another without closing our eyes, our hands pulling at each other's clothing.
Ben pressed his hips forward, his growing dick stretching his shorts out and slide his protrusion between my legs. I grabbed his ass as his dick continued to stiffen, pushing up against my balls. He tore himself away at the sound of the bathroom opening down the hall and quickly opened the refrigerator door. Erik strode past a second later and returned to the living room. We chuckled quietly as Ben handed me a pitcher of water from the fridge.
"Look at what you do to me, man," he said as he pulled four glasses from the overhead cabinet and set them on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. As he turned toward me, he revealed the obvious tent in his shorts. As I began pouring the water into the glasses, I reached out with my free hand and took hold of his dick through his shorts. Ben placed his hands on his hips and glanced over toward the living room at Erik and Joe who were engaged in conversation. Then he reached over and squeezed my hard dick through my pants. I finished filling the glasses with water and set the pitcher on the counter in front of us, partially obstructing the view of anyone glancing our direction as we continued to fondle each other's cocks.
Ben unzipped my pants and stuck his hand inside, fishing around until his fingers found the lower hem of my underwear at the crease of my thigh. Then he stretched the hem open, slipped his fingers inside and pulled my cock and balls out through the leg hole of my underwear and then through the fly of my pants. He then took my hand and shoved it down inside his shorts where I could take direct hold of his hard cock. I glanced toward the living room as Ben licked the palm of his hand and then wrapped his fingers around my shaft, squeezing it firmly as he slowly pumped it. I ran my thumb over the head of his dick, feeling the cool wetness of his pre-cum. I withdrew my hand from his shorts and stuck my thumb in my mouth, tasting the salty droplet.
Joe looked up from his phone and turned his head toward us. "What are you guys doing?"
"Just getting some liquid refreshment," Ben replied nonchalantly as he rested his free hand on the counter in front of himself. Thankfully, the countertop separating the kitchen from the living area as well as the glasses and pitcher shielded all of the action from view. "You want anything?"
