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Monday Night Football I had lived with my friend Ben for about a year. He was a good twenty years younger than me, and in fact I was his daddy bear and he was my boy toy cub. We managed to have hot, hard and horny sex nearly every night for that year, and were totally committed to one another and madly in love. The lust was as hot today as the day we met. However, we had a completely open relationship, and knew that each other could and would be the object of desire by some other horny guys at various times, and if we wanted to, we could have a brief encounter (no pun intended) with someone else, as long as we were careful. Ben had taken up with a group of his colleagues to watch Monday Night Football, which didn't bother me since I knew they were almost all straight. I didn't really care for football, save for the occasional groping or ass touching, falling all over each other, and the obvious language that was sometimes suggestive and sexual. So when he invited me to join him on Monday nights, I always declined. Until one week when I had little to do and decided I could bear a night of beer drinking, pizza, and football, not to mention gazing at all of Ben's hot friends. Actually, some of them were my friends too, so it wouldn't be all that uncomfortable. Now I gotta tell you, there is something phony about watching Monday Night Football when you live in Alaska because the games are all tape delayed, to be shown at the normal time, and before the game ends, the scores are announced on ESPN or CNN, so you always know who's going to win by the third quarter, because the game is actually already over. Maybe that's why I don't like it. Hey, if I can tune in and hear the final score, why watch it? Well, that particular night we were meeting at Marc's house because he has a big screen TV. Whoop-de-do! So the cheddar heads are a little larger, and the lunk heads who play look all that more dumber. But Marc is a stud. In fact, he's about the handsomest guy in our small town. About 6 ft four, Marc is a teacher at the high school. I've heard some of the local girls drool over him, saying they only took his class to look at him, until he starts to get serious about science, and they realize what a mistake that was. Marc has a square jaw, very broad shoulders, and is totally clean shaven, at least in the face, though I have seen him in the gym, and I know he is really well built, and quite hairy. Is he gay? Well, I'm not sure, but I know he's not married. When we arrived at Marc's, his teaching partner Scott was also there. Scott is a science teacher as well and he and Marc's rooms are joined by store room. Scott is married, and his wife is pregnant, so we know which way he's going. Scott has very dark features and has a full faced beard. He is shorter than Marc, but still well built and very hot. He's the wrestling coach and likes to show off his upper body, never wearing a shirt at practice, and constantly flexing his pecs unconsciously. Just after we arrive, with quick beers in our hands, the door bell rings and in comes Mike and Ben's brother Bob. Mike works at the local college, and is really a daddy type like myself. I know he had been married, and later was divorced, and I even know that he had a live in male lover for a while, so I know he's one of us. Bob, on the other hand, is an avowed straight man. Ben had told me that many times. Still, I thought it was interesting that he arrived with Mike. Mike is very good looking, a little gray around the temples, and sports a very bushy moustache. Bob has a full face beard that looks about four days old. Both look like bears, so it looks like out Monday Night Football crowd is going to be all bears! My cock is raging as I think about the possibilities. Mike and Bob bring in the pizza, and we all chow down like a bunch of out of control teenagers. The beer is pretty free flowing, and everyone is pretty mellow as the game starts. We settle all over the place, couches, floor, chairs. Marc and Mike both light up these fat, smelly cigars. I myself can't stand to smoke cigars, but I love a guy who does. Ben asks if he can try one, and I just about gasp with anticipation. It looks so manly hanging from his bearded mouth, and I decide right then and there what one of his Christmas gifts will be. Well, we watch the game and guzzle beer. The comments get a little rowdy and louder. After one huddle, the quarterback's hands are shown close up right under the center's ass, and Mike shouts, "Way to go stud. Give it to him." Everyone laughs, but from that point on, the talk gets raunchier and more pointed. Hey, maybe it's the beer talking, or maybe it's the combination of men, But all of a sudden I realize that we may be in for way more fun than I anticipated. Since I'm not drunk, and want to enjoy this evening a little more, I quit the beer. At half-time, everyone gets up for bathroom breaks, and more snacks and beer, and when I come back from the bathroom I notice that Scott has removed his shirt, and is showing off his upper body to anyone who might care. Marc, his mentor at school, is not to be outdone, and pulls off his shirt. Now Marc is about 5 inches taller than Scott, and has fine light brown hair all over his body. Scott's chest is covered with thick black fur. Hey, there was no comparison here. Mark's lean, tall torso, with rippled abs and taut, sharp pecs, was far better. Plus, his arms were at least 2 inches larger before flexing. The interesting thing was how they went at each other, like they'd done this before. And the tattoos! Marc had a small anchor on his right shoulder, and a lion on the left. Scott had a sunburn on one shoulder and a tiger on his back shoulder. The game was starting again, when the two of them quit their exhibitionism. We were all sitting around, just generally talking and watching the game, when Marc went into the bedroom for a while. In about ten minutes he called out, "Hey guys, give it up. I just heard on the radio that the Packers won." "Thanks a lot, Marc," I said, trying to sound disappointed. Just then Marc reappeared in the living room doorway totally nude. "You sound disappointed," he said. "This is our routine. Didn't Ben tell you?" I gazed over at his 6 ft 4 in massive athletic frame, and his seven inch uncut cock, and knew I had come to the right place. I decided to play dumb. "Uh, no, Ben didn't say anything about this being a clothing optional party." I said. "Oh, it's not clothing optional," Scott chimed in, standing. "From here on out it's clothing NOT ALLOWED." With that he pulled down his jeans to reveal an erect nine inch penis, dripping with precum. Slowly, as if choreographed, he slid over to where Marc was standing and embraced him and started kissing him passionately. Marc's uncut cock responded and grew to more than 10 inches as he was deep throated by the younger stud. I was so turned on by watching the two of them that I didn't realize that Bob and Mike had already disrobed and were making out on the floor, and that Ben, my own young stud, was behind me, standing erect, naked and ready. I embraced his hairy, hard body, and whispered in his ear, "Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered back, "It would have been too easy." Slowly he removed my clothes with his hot, hard hands. As he removed my shirt, his hands brushed over my hard nipples. "Ooh, do that again," I urged. He did, and manipulated my pecs with his hands, fingers, and then his hot tongue and mouth. I could feel my love muscle throbbing, and already dripping the salty juice of love, but knew that Ben would rather have it in his mouth than any place else. Slowly, as if I needed any more turning on, Ben massaged my abs and undid my pants. He slipped his hands in the back and helped the pants down, massaging my ass as he did. My cock was just about ready to explode. I whispered into his pierced ear, "Take me in your hot mouth now before I waste the precious white juice." He placed his hands on my balls and squeezed with just the right pressure to slow me down a little. The he deftly placed his hands on my ass while my cock slipped in and out of his mouth. He looked up at me, and I looked down at him. His beautiful face was filled with such joy, and the hair around my cock, on his face, turned me on so that I exploded. Pumping, and pumping, and groaning, and pumping, I blew a huge load into his waiting mouth. Now it was my turn. I pulled Ben up so that he could lay back on the couch and saw his flagpole at full mast. I started licking his balls first, and then up the bottom of his rod, and around the helmet. I tickled his cock with the tip of my tongue, flicking it lightly. His precum was not just bubbling out, it was streaming, and I knew he was about to blow, so I pulled his whole shaft into my waiting mouth. It took all of thirty seconds and he exploded massive quantities of cum into my waiting receptacle. I held him there, sucking until I was sure it was all out, and waiting until he was somewhat soft. All of a sudden I was aware of noise around us. We had gotten so wrapped up in each other, Ben and I, quite literally, that we were ignoring what was going on around us. As I began to focus, I realized that all four of the other men were clapping. They were all naked, all obviously having had hot, horny sex, and every last one of them was smoking a huge stogie. God, it was such a turn on, my dick started getting hard again. Finally I asked, "What the hell are you fuckers clapping about?" Ben smiled and said, "Because we won the award tonight. Whichever pair lasts the longest, and gives the others the most pleasure in their horny love making, wins the prize. We won." Well, I was thrilled that we "won" the dubious honor of hottest lovemaking at Monday Night Football. "So what's the prize?" I asked, doubting there was something. "Oh, that's whatever last week's winner decided. Last week it was Mike and Bob. So guys, what's the prize?" Ben asked. Mike spoke softly, as he got up, semi-hard dick bobbing out in front, and went around to the entry way to pick up the prize bag. "The first thing is for both of you. It's a box of the finest cigars available in Alaska. The second is for only one of you. It's a bottle of fine scotch." I knew that one was for me since Ben preferred beer and cheap wine. "The last if for all of us to enjoy, a video of the hottest, horniest men doing what comes naturally. It's to be used after the football season when we all get together every Monday night." "You mean this will go on past football season?" I asked, trying not to get too excited. "Sure," Marc said. Now remember, we're all sitting around post-sex, naked, half drunk, and smoking stogies. Hell, I was getting so turned on by these other guys, that I didn't care. Scott went to the kitchen for another beer, Bob and Ben embraced as brothers often do, perhaps realizing how much fun it would be to explore brotherly love now that Bob was admitting his true identity. I approached Marc, who cupped my balls and started working my dick with his fingers. He was so totally handsome and huge, and as he pressed close, I could feel his dick touching my abs. Scott and Mike settled into a comfortable position, and Ben and Bob were working on a good thing. I had lots to look forward to. We were all adults, we were all friends, and now we were all Monday Night Football Club members. I guess you could say it was our little secret. Now I couldn't wait for the next game. Hey, I even enjoy a good cigar now, but only after sex.