"They don't suck, and I won't either! You're on!" I was pretty confident and thought the whole thing was just a crazy beer buzz bet.ĭetroit scored with about five minutes left and Jack elbowed me and nodded to his package. "If Chicago sucks, you suck." He said as he grabbed his crotch and smirked at me. "Just money? Let's bet something with a little more stakes." Jack suggested with a big smile on his face. "You're an ass, Chicago is way better and they are gonna rally and win this game. "I know but Chicago sucks, just like you." He said with a laugh. "You're fucking crazy! Detroit is gonna kick their ass." Jack joked. I think the Chicago is going to pull it out though." I replied. "I can't believe how close this game is!" He said.
The events of that day replied in my mind. To tell her that about a month ago Jack and I were watching the game in his basement and had been drinking, a lot more than usual. Given that I couldn't do that, my thoughts immediately went to trying to explain how this all started. I wanted to tell her that it wasn't what it looked like, but who was I kidding? I was on my knees, my own cock hard as a rock, Jack's cock still pulsing in my mouth and his cum rolling down my chin. Her mouth was practically on the floor.Įven though she was standing there I didn't take my mouth off his cock. My heart almost leapt out of my chest when out of the corner of my eye I saw my wife standing in the doorway staring at us.
This time was no exception, I got the first shot down just fine but then it was like trying to drink from a firehose, I couldn't swallow it all and choked a little before it started to ooze out the side of my full mouth and down my chin. Jack shoots quite a large load and usually I struggled to keep up swallowing. He thrust his hips as he pumped his thick load into my mouth. Jack's big cock throbbed in my mouth as he grunted and held my hair tightly.
He closed his hand into a fist in my hair and I moaned again, a little louder this time. I couldn't help but moan has he placed his hand on the top of my head. My knees were starting to hurt but I continued to bob up and down on his 7-inch, nearly beer can thick cock waiting for my reward. This story is written for the Literotica 750 Word Project 2021.Īll characters that engage in sexual activities in the story are over 18.