

I'm sitting on a run-down brown upholstered couch in a dank living room watching the football game on the TV. It's the second quarter and the Bengals are down by one touchdown. I lean back in my seat, my bulk sinking into the cheap furniture. Shirtless, wearing only my underwear, my massive balls and soft cock hang out. "Beer!" I shout, upset at the flag thrown on the last play. You hear me and walk to the kitchen, open the fridge, and take out a cold PBR. You bring my drink into the living room and hand it to me, your eyes drawn to my crotch. I take the can from your hand and crack it open, going right in for a swig. I swallow, savoring the cold effervescence. My free hand reaches down and gives my dick a few shakes. "Suck it." You drop to your knees and bury your face in my pubes. You sniff and savor the scent as you begin licking the base of the shaft and making your way to the top. Looking up at me with eager eyes you take my member into your mouth and begin sucking, feeling the flesh pump in and begin to fill your mouth. I growl and put my free hand on the back of your neck and hold you down as my cock inflates. You feel the tip poke the back of your throat. My hand guides you up and down, letting you coat me with your spit as I begin to use you like a Fleshlight. Your eyes bounce between looking at the bottom of my groin and looking up at my face. Mine stay peeled to the TV, only during commercials do I make eye contact with you. "This is gonna be a long game, and you better hope they don't lose..."