Mack Carmichael stood on the vast field and took a deep breath. He loved the smell on game day. Sure, they were in a dome and the field was artificial, but regardless, he loved everything about these days. This game was in his blood.
He'd grown up playing the game and done pretty well at the high school level. He'd even gone on to play in college. And although he lived and breathed the game, he came to realize that going pro wasn't really the road he wanted to take. Instead, he went out into the world and embarked on the sort of career that would provide long-term stability instead of entering the protected bubble of the NFL. But after a few years, the game called him back. He got a gig as a game official starting at the college level...just a little something to do as a side gig on the weekends as a way of staying connected. Never did he imagine that it would be something that would become as important to him as - maybe more important than - his day job. Over the years, he worked his way up through the ranks, eventually got to the pro level and, when one of the longtime refs retired several years ago, he decided to step into the role.
Never did he realize that it would change his life...in more ways than one. First of all, game officials are really supposed to be invisible. They're the guys you hate if they call a penalty on your team and you love if they call a penalty on your team's opponent. But Mack had learned in his years coming up through the ranks that if the officials were calling a good game and doing it the right way, they just sort of blended into the background of the game. As an official, you didn't really want fans to remember your name. But things had changed over the past decade or more. There was more of a spotlight on officials these days...thanks in no small part to a recently retired peer of Mack's. The guy became a sort of football world celebrity partly because of his detailed explanation of called penalties, but mostly because of his figure. The guy was pushing 70...probably was older than 70 by now and was built like a god. The man was a weight-lifting and fitness freak. With a body like that grabbing people's attention, suddenly every ref seemed to have a spotlight on him. Getting closer to 60 himself, Mack liked to stay fit and keep in shape. There was no way he was gonna be an Adonis like that other guy, but four or five days at the gym did alright by him. And that's what led to the OTHER way becoming a ref had changed Mack's life.
It's no secret how competitive the game had become. After all, anyone who has ever competed wants to win. And with so many athletes playing at the peak of their athletic prowess and performance, everyone was looking for an edge...some way to outdo the competition and get that win. Although it was highly improper and against league rules, Mack would often be sought-out by head coaches and other members of the coaching staff, team executives, and even players themselves before a game...each of them trying to cozy up to him...create some sort of fleeting bond to try and curry favor so Mack wouldn't call a penalty on the guy who was so nice to him before the game started. He didn't mind this so much. It was always nice to talk with the guys before a game. He never actually let a friendly connection affect his ability to call a game the way it was supposed to be called, though. Then, there was a population of guys who would outright ask Mack to call a game in their team's favor. They'd often come with bribes or other incentives to convince Mack to agree to do what they wanted. He didn't give any consideration to any of those attempts either...unless it was just the sort of circumstance Mack liked.
It's true that a few years ago, Mack had married a woman - who he truly DOES love, by the way - and was now building a family. While Teresa knew all about Mack's sexual preferences - he'd been completely open about that before they'd started getting serious a few years prior to their marriage - they had an understanding. They loved each other. They could each have fun with whoever they wanted to. But none of it should become public business or be thrown in the other's face. Even though Teresa knew the REAL Mack, his friends and the rest of his family didn't know that guy.
Sure, there was the experimentation during his college years. Everyone has that. It's practically a rite of passage. He had a couple of buddies on his college team that he fooled around with all four years. But unlike what most straight and "straight" guys will tell you, Mack's experimentation didn't stop once he'd moved his tassel to the other side of the cap and tossed it in the air. He certainly never turned down sex with women, but he screwed around with his share of men too. There was something about the feel of a man that he couldn't let go of. Maybe that's why it took him so many years to finally make the choice to settle down with a woman - a younger woman, no less - and carry on the family line. But make no mistake. Mack was definitely bi, through and through. Pussy was nice. But nothing compared to the feel of his cock sinking into the hole of a man's beefy ass, feeling the taut muscle of a man on top of him while they kissed, and feeling his lips wrap around another man's hardness. And don't even talk about being on the receiving end of a blow job. Men just know how to do it the right way.
Mack would never forget that first time he got approached before a game and sex was used as collateral. It was several years back in San Diego. The team's OC, a former player and still one hot mother fucker, sidled up to Mack on the field during warmups and started a casual conversation. As it went on, they turned to teasing each other about washed-up former quarterbacks when the conversation took a turn.
"You know," Hot OC had said, "I still have pretty good hands." After taking a beat to look around and make sure no one was within earshot, he continued. "...and mouth."
"Yeah? That so?" Mack had asked, immediately knowing what the other man was getting at.
"Yup. I got a few players on my team that could give a testimonial."
"Listen," Mack started, an idea formulating in his mind. "We've got some time before the game starts. I gotta run back to the officials' locker room and grab something. You wanna come with? We can keep the conversation going."
Hot OC's gorgeous eyes lit up. Minutes later, the two were alone in the locker room. Mack had given him the same speech he gave everyone who wanted to influence him to help their team win. "I can't make any guarantees. I'm not going to NOT call something that's blatantly obvious and I'm also not going to call a penalty when it's obvious there wasn't one. I'm not guaranteeing a win for your team. But I can be open to cutting your squad a little slack out there."
It was something Mack meant. Although his actions might not show it, he was a very moral man. He wasn't crooked and he wasn't for sale...whether it was sex or money that was being offered.
Next thing he knew, their tongues were battling and Hot OC's hands had undone Mack's uniform slacks, he'd stuck his right hand in, and was massaging his semi to full hardness. The guy hadn't been lying. He was damn skillful at giving head. An image still etched in Mack's mind all these years later is Hot OC on his knees with Mack's excess cum smeared on his chin, flogging his own cock to climax after coaxing a huge load out of Mack's balls. It was a high feeling he'd never forget...and feeling that way made him hungry for more. Luckily, it turned out there was no shortage of other men around the league willing to give it up for potential leniency during the game. Like the hunky tight end who came calling one time and ended up being the first player Mack fucked as a ref. The kid had wanted it bad and was even whimpering and hiking himself back against Mack as he was teasing the kid's hole with his cock. As the years went on and Mack became more noticed because of his own physical stature, it got to a point where he had more offers than he sometimes knew what to do with. First world problems, right?
As he stood on the field today and looked around, his eyes settled on the sideline opposite of where he was standing to the head coach of the visiting team who was talking to someone on the coaching staff. The broad shoulders, massive chest, and powerful leg muscles made Mack's whole body tingle. It had been just a couple hours ago that he'd had the hunky man in his mid-40s plowing him back in the locker room. Mack always made it a point to get to the stadium at least three hours before the start of the game. It wasn't just that he was dedicated to doing a good job as a ref. It also gave him time to to be available for fun before he'd have to start with game prep. He'd made sure to shower after his encounter with the coach. The last thing he wanted to was be on TV with a wet spot on the seat of his pants as proof that he'd been seeded by the stud. Even so, it stood to reason that he still had some of the virile man's sperm in his ass, searching in vain for an egg to fertilize. As if sensing Mack's eyes were on him, Coach looked up and in his direction, cracking a smile when their eyes locked. Coach gave him a mischievous wink, which Mack returned with a grin and a nod.
Once Coach returned his attention to the staff member he was talking to, Mack looked at his watch. Only about an hour until the players would be out on the field for warmups. When he looked up, he noticed an executive from the home team walking his way. He recognized him immediately. The guy had been on his radar for a few years now, but he'd never had the occasion to strike up a conversation.
Gerry Phillips was in his early 50s, and considered to be one of the brightest and most effective in the team's front office. And aside from his talent as a scout and executive, the man had movie star good looks and a body that wouldn't quit. Mack had often imagined what the two of them would look like sweaty and naked on a bed, entwined in passion. When he'd been with Coach earlier, Mack hadn't gotten off himself, so his dormant cock started stirring when he saw Phillips' smiling face.
"Mack Carmichael!" the hunky executive exclaimed as he extended his hand to Mack. "I was hoping I'd get a chance to chat with you before the game! I'm Gerry Phillips."
"I know who you are," Mack replied, throwing a lilt into his voice as he continued. "Your reputation proceeds you!"
