When Gameday Got Intimate

“I thought you said we were going to watch the game alone?” I asked Kian. “I even wore your favorite jersey.”

“It looks like you only wore a jersey,” Kian said pushing the jersey up along my bare leg.

I slapped away his hand. “Not true! I am also wearing socks beneath my boots,” I said, tapping the heels. “Thanks for picking me up, though.”

“Not a problem,” Kian said. His truck jostled as he parked in the driveway. “Hey can you grab the bag in the backseat, I don’t remember if I brought the beer.”

“Not watching the game by ourselves AND no beer?” I jested. I wiggled out of my seatbelt and reached for the bag. I noticed Kian leaning forward too, though to look up the bottom of my jersey.

“So, you are wearing underwear,” he said. “What type?”

“I guess you’ll never know,” I teased, “our first time hanging out and you invite friends. And you did bring the beer,” I said, pushing the bag into his lap.

I had only known Kian for about a week at this point. But he seemed like a nice guy, and we had a lot in common and seemed to have an interest in hooking up, so when he invited me over to watch the game I though he had something else in mind.

I sighed.

“I’ll have you know they invited themselves,” Kian protested. “The perks of having a roommate. Remy was supposed to be gone, but then his other plans fell through—and well, yeah.”

He put a hand on my bare skin just above the knee. “I was looking forward to our first time alone though.” He started to rub gently. “You know, we could still find time to get to know each other during the game?”

“With your friends around us?” I laughed. “Right.”

“They won’t mind,” Kian said, “they will just want to join in, anyways.”

I glared at him. “You mean you guys could pass me around like a bowl of chips?”

“I was only joking—”

“We should do it,” I interrupted.

“What?” Kian coughed.

“Yeah, why not? I mean, this is the first time that we are meeting in person and I was planning on fucking you.” I put my hand on his thigh. His cock was hard against his leg, but it was also huge.

That can’t be his dick, can it? I thought. I squeezed softly.

“I mean, that would be kind of hot,” Kian said. “Watching the game while passing you around.”

“Worst case scenario we play it off as a joke, yeah?” I said, opening the door and adjusting the jersey to rest along my mid-thigh.

“This is crazy,” Kian said.

“Agreed.”

I followed Kian into the house. I could hear the pregame commentary in the background, accompanied by a series of voices. I was suddenly nervous. What did I just suggest? I asked myself as I turned the corner. Am I really that much of a slut?

“Steph, this is Duante,” Kian said, pointing to the closest of the three. He stood up, towering over me. I wonder if he has a huge cock too, I thought, then smirked. I guess I am that much of a slut.

“Hey,” I said.

“And this is Anton,” Kian continued, waving toward a cute guy built like a keg.

I waved.

“And Remy is over there.”

“Hello, everyone,” I said.

Kian set down the beer and left me to mingle.

“So, Steph. How did you meet Kian?” Duante asked.

“Oh, we met online,” I said.

“Like a dating app?” Daunted asked.

I blushed brightly. “Sort of.”

Anton laughed. “We have all been there, no shame in a good old hookup.”

I liked how forward he was; it made all the careful conversation so much simpler. I waved for Daunte and Anton to come closer and whispered while Kian was distracted. “That is the reason I am here, actually. Kian thought that—if you want to, that is—that we could all hookup.”

Daunte laughed and nudged my shoulder.

“Funny,” Anton said.

“No, I am serious,” I said. “Someone brought, chips. Someone else brought salsa. Someone else the wings. Kian—well he brought me, to share. Again, only if you want.”

I could see the flush on their cheeks as they looked between Kian and me.

“Just think about it,” I said, squeezing their arms. “You guys want a beer?”

I could tell that they were still uncertain whether I was joking or not, and we continued our conversation as if it had been. If they aren’t into it, that’s okay, I thought. I had just finished my first beer by the time the pregame ended and the game was just starting.

I went over and sat next to Kian on the couch, the other three slowly filtering in to sit around us. I put my knee on his lap and blinked at him knowingly.

“So,” Kian said nervously, “Steph was wondering—if you were up for it—”

“I talked to them about it already,” I interrupted and grinned. “They are down.”

“Really?” Kian asked.

“Down for what?” Remy asked.

“We are going to pass Steph around while we watch the game,” Kian replied. “She suggested it. Wait, I thought you said you already asked them.”

“Fuck yeah!” Remy shouted to laughter. “Dibs on first.”

I started to blush vibrantly.

“Kian is first,” I said, setting down my beer. “But you can be next, Remy.”

“Hell yeah,” he said.

“So, Kian, how do you want me to start?”

“I—um, I don’t know—”

“How about this?” I said, untying my boots and setting them to the side of the couch. I slid onto my knees with my arms resting on his lap. “How about you tell me if you want something done differently,” pulling up his shirt and pulling at the button on his pants. “You want it, just ask.”

There was a tension in the room as I slowly unzipped Kian’s pants. He sat up a bit, leaning forward and pulling up my jersey until you could see the thong in my ass. I my small tranny cock was getting hard in my tuck. I grabbed the waistband of his pants and boxers, bringing them down to his knees.

His cock sprung free. His huge cock.

“Your cock is massive!” I gasped, holding it along the base. “I mean—wow—I have never seen a cock this big.” I put both my hands around his shaft, and still I could have fit another hand.

“That’s why they call it a BBC, Steph,” Daunte said. “And just you wait until you see mine.”

I gulped at the thought. I spread my knees and pushed onto his lap. I could hear the game starting in the background as I stroked his cock with both hands. A bead of precum shimmered from the tip, so I took the opportunity.

I slid his cock into my mouth, but it just barely fit. How am I supposed to get this down my throat, I thought. I looked at him as I pushed it deeper down my throat, but I could only get half before I had to take a breath.

“You could have mentioned your cock was an anaconda,” I said between breath. I ran my tongue along the tip and he moaned. “Do you like that?”

I continued to swirl my tongue around the tip, tugging with both hands. I felt him tense briefly, and then his cock started to pulse in my mouth. I squealed with a mixture of shock and excitement as cum filled my mouth.

“Did you already cum?” I mumbled with a mouth already full with the answer. He liked it when I held out my tongue and showed the gooey mess. Then I swallowed, and he fell back into the cushions.

“I didn’t mean to cum that fast—I was just nervous, I think,” Kian said.

“You can show me when I come back around,” I said, standing and wiping the corner of my mouth. Remy sat up straighter as I walked toward him.

“Don’t worry Steph, I won’t make it so easy,” Remy said.

“We will just have to see,” I said. I pulled my hair back and tied it into a messy ponytail.

Remy reached down and squeezed my boob as I slid between his knees and started to thumb at his pants. He had already undone the button and eagerly pushed them off entirely.

I grabbed his cock. It was just as long as Kian’s, but not as thick, which had its benefits. The shaft was a pale pink, and his tip a perfect bell.

I held his cock back and licked his balls, cradling one with my tongue. He grabbed onto my ponytail as I licked his shaft, but not with a firm grip. When I got to the tip he gently shoved it in my mouth, humping faintly as I sucked him.

“You said we can tell you want we want?” Remy asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” I replied, pressing his cock into the side of my cheek.

“Will you—can you—deepthroat?” Remy asked shyly.

I nodded, then grabbed him by the balls and pushed his cock into my throat. I gagged at first, but fought against the reflex. Again, I was only halfway down the shaft when I thought I had gone as far as I could. Then Remy started to pull on my ponytail, shoving his cock further and further down my throat.

I pushed against him at first, then stopped resisting and let him shove. My lips pressed against his balls and I could feel the warmth of his cock along my throat.

Remy relaxed his grip and I pulled up with a gasp. Thing strings of spit drooped from his cock to my lip, dripping over his cock. Before he could react I deepthroated him again, so deep this time that I could press my lips against his body. He groaned, pulling at my ponytail.

I held him there in my throat, struggling for breath. I couldn’t help but reach down into my thong and start to stroke my own tranny dick.

And then I felt something warm in my stomach, like I had just had a sip of coffee on a cold day. Remy’s cock pulsed in my throat once, twice, five times, and then he relaxed.

I gasped for air with a mixture of cum and spit hanging from my jaw. I slurped up what I could, then wiped the rest with my hand. Remy exhaled sharply as I continued to stroke his absolutely wet cock.

“Not as easy as I thought to hold back,” Remy said. “Lasted longer than Kian, though.”

Daunte grabbed my hand and pulled me over to stand in front of him. He grabbed my hips, and spun me around slowly.

“How about you take off that thong,” he said.

Still gasping I did as he asked, letting my thong drop to the floor. My tranny cock came untucked as Daunte lifted up the jersey hesitantly, cupping my ass with his hands. I blushed and hid it with my hand.

“Now bend over,” he said. As I did, he parted my ass so he could look at my asshole. When he let go, I could hear him fumbling with his belt as he took off his pants. “Now sit back.”

I sat backwards, bracing with my arms as he guided his cock along my ass. I spit a little into my hand, then rubbed it on my asshole. It was a tight fit as I slowly let myself down, until his cock disappeared inside me as sat on his lap.

Daunte grabbed my ankles and pulled them toward him until I was in a reverse cowgirl position. I couldn’t help but moan as he pushed my hips back and forth, pulling my up and down on his cock. I could feel my asshole gaping as I rode him.

I yelped as he reached around and starting tugging on my tranny dick. I leaned back and started to ride him harder, pounding his cock into my ass. He started to say something and held my hips tightly. Daunte let out a sigh of relief, and I slowed.

Cum dripped from my asshole and onto his cock. I spun around, realizing now that he had an uncut cock. I held his gaze as I licked up every last drop of cum. As I stood up, a bit of cum ran down my inner thigh.

“And what would you like, Anton?” I asked, scooping up the cum and licking it off my finger.

He already had his cock out and was stroking it. His cock had a slight curve, which I knew felt incredible in the ass.

“Sit down next to me,” he said, “and put your feet in my lap.”

I pulled my jersey down so that I didn’t leak cum onto the couch, then put my feet in his lap. He started to massage my foot, then pulled off a sock. I leaned back and moaned as he started to lick my bare feet with one hand, rubbing his cock against the sole of my other socked foot.

He ripped off the other sock, then pressed my soles around his cock, guiding the footjob with his hands.

“Foot fetish, aye?” Remy commented.

“I have a foot fetish,” I said, stroking my tranny cock. I reached forward and grabbed his cock, giving him a footjob and handjob at the same time. He closed his eyes and laid back.

I felt the cum as it ran over my fingers and onto my toes. Then I brought my foot up, careful that the cum didn’t fall off, then licked it off of my own toes. I moaned with pleasure, the taste of cum on toes my favorite flavor.

We all sat back for a minute, watching as the game neared halftime.

Only halftime, I thought. I looked at Kian. “Ready for another round?”

“I am,” Remy said, “can you do reverse cowgirl?”

I walked over and straddled Remy. His cock slid into my asshole with ease. As I was riding, his cock slipped out with a sound of a cork popping.

“Your asshole is so wet,” he said happily, slipping the tip of his cock in and out with more thwapping.

“Can I give it a try?” Kian asked. I rolled over the couch until I was straddling Kian, though face to face. I rested my arms on his shoulders as he pushed his cock into my ass. Even wet and gaping, his huge cock made it feel so tight.

I took it slow at first, until I knew that I could handle his cock. Kian pulled off my jersey and tossed it to the side, grabbing my boob. I could feel my tranny dick slapping against him as I rode him harder and harder.

Cum collected around the base of his cock. I didn’t know who’s it was, but I swallowed it all the same. As I was riding Kian, Anton had unstrapped my bra and pulled it off.

Kian passed me to Anton who was laying with his back on the couch and his legs braced. I straddled him as I had Kian, guiding his cock into my asshole. And then I felt something else. Another cock pushing into my asshole.

When I turned, I saw Remy standing behind me, gripping my hips, both him and Anton’s cocks inside of me. I moaned with exhilaration and the pleasure of double penetration. By now my ass was so gaping, it wasn’t really a surprise.

Daunte came around the couch and shoved his cock into my mouth as I was on all fours. Kian walked around the other side, and I started to stroke both of their cocks, switching back and forth between which was I was sucking.

Anton tugged on my tranny dick as I took him deep within my ass. I don’t know if it was him or Remy, or a combination of the two thrusting inside me, but started to shiver.

“I—think, I think I am about to cum,” I moaned.

I caught the cum in my hand as my tranny cock pulsated. Remy cummed next, making it so wet in my ass that Anton cummed after.

I grabbed Kian’s dick and let the cum in my hand drip onto the tip. At first, I licked it off, then I sucked, and I kept sucking until I felt his cum pour over my tongue. I grabbed Daunte’s cock, swirling the cum already in my mouth around until he added his own.

I was out of breath after I swallowed it all down. I was completely naked, my asshole was gaping like it never had before, my throat felt stretched, I could feel the cum in my stomach, and I felt satisfied.

We all sat down again, watching the last quarter of the game before I broke the silence.

“So,” I whispered, fingering my gaping and cum filled asshole, “who is next?”