I could hear Dave and Tom talking, but I didn’t hear what they were saying. It was Saturday. The fourth quarter began, however, to wear us down. Neither couple, now, had anything to hide from the other. We finished dressing and headed to the gym for the dance. I heard the siren sound indicating the end of the game. I was on top of Brandon, my cock grinding into his as we lay there. Here was the man I loved, running at a speed that no one could catch him toward the goal line. The clock was running down and there wasn’t a receiver uncovered. The stands this time were actually full. The tight end had his hands up and ready for the reception. The quarterback went back to pass. I could feel the muscles clamp on my cock holding it tightly in place to massage the prostate and provide him with the pleasure and enticement to ejaculate.
