Football on Friday night!

I had arrived just in time for the start of the game. Instead of climbing directly into the stands, I was waylaid by some friends. We were talking about times long ago when my phone rang. I looked at the screen and realized that it was a friend who would want me to help him cum. I answered the phone, excused myself and made small talk while my cock struggled in my trousers. I knew that Jim's voice always made me hard and tonight was not exception.

As I moved to a quiet spot far away from the stands and the people, I told him where I was. He was really turned on by the idea of me being around all these people. He talked about what a fucking he would give me if I were just there. When I reached a secluded spot, the darkness was complete. I stood in a corner and as we talked about sucking and fucking, he came. His moans almost drove me over the edge.

Then I heard it. Oh, it was a tall black man in a bus driver's uniform. He had heard my side of the conversation as he sat in the darkness near a shrub. He had smoked and was a little high. He approached me, grabbed my throbbing cock, and jerked it. His hand felt rough and the adrenalin flowed without my consent. Soon, the cum was flowing too.

He said only that he would be driving here again in two weeks and that I owed him. He said, "We'll settle in the bus and call your friend. We'll see how he responds as I fuck that white ass of yours. Be here!" Then he walked away.

I cleaned my cum spotted trousers with my handkerchief and made my way to the stands. I'm still wondering whether I'll go to meet him or stay away.