"I don't know how you boys can watch a game as lopsided as this one," Melody Ward declared as she picked up around the little buffet she set up for her husband and his friends every Monday night when they would gather for football.
"You never can tell in football. That's what's great about the game - wait - I'll get that babe," Jack Ward told his wife, and unlike most times she nodded and just grabbed the empty dip bowl to bring upstairs. "You and the baby go rest."
"Okay-dokey. Have fun boys," the six months pregnant mom-to-be declared and after a peck on the cheek to her husband Jack and a smile to Tim Wells, the only guy remaining, Melody went upstairs.
Tim Wells let out a sigh of relief as he heard the footsteps across the floor above them, and then he looked at Melody's husband who was smiling in his direction.
"You act like you're not interested in watching the Vikings getting their asses kicked," the ruggedly handsome man said to his neighbor who was about twice his 29 years, and it was true because while the older man liked football he had stuck around despite the score because he was more a fan of something else.
"I'll lock it," Tim said as he lifted himself off of the couch and went to secure the door, a precaution that was rarely needed but essential to everyone's continued happiness.
Melody had only come down once after announcing she was hitting the hay and it took both of the men flying around like madmen to keep the secret that had started months ago when the football season began.
After turning around to return to the couch Tim saw that Jack had already shed his shirt, revealing his nicely toned chest with the black swirl of hair, and was now undoing his belt.
Without speaking Tim went down to his knees between the younger man's legs, and after Jack Ward had undone the belt and the button on the trousers he raised his butt up from the couch briefly so that the older man could pull the slacks off.
"Why do they still have the starters in there?" Jack Ward told the screen with his eyes only marginally on the game, most of his attention focused on the slim man with the thinning scalp who was running his hands up and down his hairy calves.
"Dunno," Tim mumbled without looking back, his focus on what was peeking out from just under the right leg opening of Jack's boxers, and when his hands slid up Jack's furry thighs he nudged the boxers up a bit to expose the very tip of the young man's uncut organ.
"You teasing me or yourself?" Jack asked with amusement as he watched the older man staring at the tip of his dick while biting his lower lip.
"Yes," Tim answered, the hint of a smile forming at the corners of his mouth because he knew that unlike when this bizarre relationship started, they both needed this.
Tim's hand went up on top of the bulge in the boxers, feeling Jack's hardness as his fingers ran up the thick manhood that seemed to be throbbing already with anticipation.
Now the boxers had slid up to where the ridge of the plump glans was visible through the shroud of Jack's penis while below the exceptionally long foreskin still covered the head, and Tim could feel Jack's anticipation grow along with his member.
"You're killing me, you know that Tim?" Jack complained half-seriously while the older man continued to rub his cock through the fabric, and Tim smiled when he saw some pre-cum start to drool out from the inside the shroud.
Milky white seed, a stark contrast to the the dark beige skin of the monster cock it came out of, and Tim delighted in continuing to gently rub so that more and more drooled out, because there was plenty more stored up in the bull-like balls that were likely dying to get free from of the garment they were trapped in.
Finally Tim stopped rubbing and reached up to take the elastic of the boxers in his hands, and after Jack lifted up enough to get them easy to remove. This began the slow - almost painfully so - process of getting the underwear off.
In the beginning - before Tim had finally figured out who Jack really was and what he really wanted - the older man would have the underwear down in seconds, but now he liked to make the younger man wait. Sweet anticipation for both of them.
The boxers inched downward, past a black jungle of hair that was as dense as it was spacious, and then came a semi-circle of smooth skin that never failed to amuse the older man. It was so smooth that Tim figured Jack must shave it every day, and although Tim used to do that himself to make his dick look more prominent, he needed to. Jack didn't.
The base of Jack's cock was now revealed, the skin stretched because the rest of his cock was still crushed between his leg and the boxers, and the thickness of the stump of the young man's cock still sent a shiver down Tim's spine despite having seen it so often.
Jack's cock tapered somewhat from there, but the girth of rest of the beige organ was still outrageous. Tim longed to one day be able to get his lips around the roots of this monster of a cock, but he hadn't gotten there yet, coming up 2 or 3 inches short despite his best efforts.
On the other hand Jack still hadn't gotten over the way Tim was able to take as much of him in his mouth that he did. No one else had, and frankly few had tried. Poor Melody upstairs had enough trouble just fitting the head in her mouth, and even after a half dozen years of marriage still seemed afraid of his cock.
Not Tim. He had acted like this was no big deal from the start, and although Jack would have never admitted it before he was beginning to think that he might be bisexual. Why else would he let another man go down on him? And as for the rest...
The boxers were now more than halfway down the vein-riddled shaft and although Tim was doing his best to keep the unveiling slow invariably he tended to speed up a bit towards the end because he longed for the magic moment.
That magic moment came when the elastic of the boxers finally cleared the tip of Jack's massive manhood and after what seemed like an eternity of being pinned down, his cock slowly rose to an upright position with the stringy roots of the underside facing Tim.
"Timber," Tim whispered almost inaudibly when after standing up straight for a brief second, the monolith eased backwards onto Jack's stomach like a mighty redwood having been felled.
Tim's eyes never left Jack's crotch as he took the boxers down off the young man's furry legs, savoring the view from down there of the over-sized pouch that housed his nuts hanging down to the sofa's cushion.
"I'm so horny I think I could cum just from you touching me," Jack said, his face now beaded with sweat as the older man spread Jack's legs further apart to get up close when Jack slunk down closer to the edge of the cushion.
"Guess we're going to find that out soon enough," Tim said while raking his fingers through the thick bush and up to the curls on his chest, everywhere but where Jack wanted to be touched.
The way Tim touched him - strange how months ago he had recoiled at his touch anywhere but around his penis - once made Jack recoil but now he was not only fine with it, he welcomed it. So much different that the touch of his wife upstairs, who sometimes seemed squeamish about touching his hairy body.
Not Tim. He seemed to revel in the feel of Jack's hirsute body and as for the things he did to him, things that Melody surely would never do, Tim did with an eagerness that made it even more enjoyable to the young man.
"Go ahead," Jack had said a few months back when in bed with Melody. "I do it to yours all the time."
"That's different," Melody had said, crinkly her nose as Jack nudged her face closer to his nipple which was barely visible through the pelt of fur.
Melody eventually did it, but as she sucked on his nipple it was clear she only did it because her husband was practically forcing her to, and Jack realized that he wasn't enjoying the reluctant affection much more than Melody.
