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Mack Carmichael stood on the vast field and took a deep breath. He loved the smell on game day. Sure, they were in a dome and the field was artificial, but regardless, he loved everything about these days. This game was in his blood.
He’d grown up playing the game and done pretty well at the high school level. He’d even gone on to play in college. And although he lived and breathed the game, he came to realize that going pro wasn’t really the road he wanted to take. Instead, he went out into the world and embarked on the sort of career that would provide long-term stability instead of entering the protected bubble of the NFL. But after a few years, the game called him back. He got a gig as a game official starting at the college level...just a little something to do as a side gig on the weekends as a way of staying connected. Never did he imagine that it would be something that would become as important to him as - maybe more important than - his day job. Over the years, he worked his way up through the ranks, eventually got to the pro level and, when one of the longtime refs retired several years ago, he decided to step into the role.
Never did he realize that it would change his life...in more ways than one. First of all, game officials are really supposed to be invisible. They’re the guys you hate if they call a penalty on your team and you love if they call a penalty on your team’s opponent. But Mack had learned in his years coming up through the ranks that if the officials were calling a good game and doing it the right way, they just sort of blended into the background of the game. As an official, you didn’t really want fans to remember your name. But things had changed over the past decade or more. There was more of a spotlight on officials these days...thanks in no small part to a recently retired peer of Mack’s. The guy became a sort of football world celebrity partly because of his detailed explanation of called penalties, but mostly because of his figure. The guy was pushing 70...probably was older than 70 by now and was built like a god. The man was a weight-lifting and fitness freak. With a body like that grabbing people’s attention, suddenly every ref seemed to have a spotlight on him. Getting closer to 60 himself, Mack liked to stay fit and keep in shape. There was no way he was gonna be an Adonis like that other guy, but four or five days at the gym did alright by him. And that’s what led to the OTHER way becoming a ref had changed Mack’s life.
It’s no secret how competitive the game had become. After all, anyone who has ever competed wants to win. And with so many athletes playing at the peak of their athletic prowess and performance, everyone was looking for an edge...some way to outdo the competition and get that win. Although it was highly improper and against league rules, Mack would often be sought-out by head coaches and other members of the coaching staff, team executives, and even players themselves before a game...each of them trying to cozy up to him...create some sort of fleeting bond to try and curry favor so Mack wouldn’t call a penalty on the guy who was so nice to him before the game started. He didn’t mind this so much. It was always nice to talk with the guys before a game. He never actually let a friendly connection affect his ability to call a game the way it was supposed to be called, though. Then, there was a population of guys who would outright ask Mack to call a game in their team’s favor. They’d often come with bribes or other incentives to convince Mack to agree to do what they wanted. He didn’t give any consideration to any of those attempts either...unless it was just the sort of circumstance Mack liked.
It’s true that a few years ago, Mack had married a woman - who he truly DOES love, by the way - and was now building a family. While Teresa knew all about Mack’s sexual preferences - he’d been completely open about that before they’d started getting serious a few years prior to their marriage - they had an understanding. They loved each other. They could each have fun with whoever they wanted to. But none of it should become public business or be thrown in the other’s face. Even though Teresa knew the REAL Mack, his friends and the rest of his family didn’t know that guy.
Sure, there was the experimentation during his college years. Everyone has that. It’s practically a rite of passage. He had a couple of buddies on his college team that he fooled around with all four years. But unlike what most straight and “straight” guys will tell you, Mack’s experimentation didn’t stop once he’d moved his tassel to the other side of the cap and tossed it in the air. He certainly never turned down sex with women, but he screwed around with his share of men too. There was something about the feel of a man that he couldn’t let go of. Maybe that’s why it took him so many years to finally make the choice to settle down with a woman - a younger woman, no less - and carry on the family line. But make no mistake. Mack was definitely bi, through and through. Pussy was nice. But nothing compared to the feel of his cock sinking into the hole of a man’s beefy ass, feeling the taut muscle of a man on top of him while they kissed, and feeling his lips wrap around another man’s hardness. And don’t even talk about being on the receiving end of a blow job. Men just know how to do it the right way.
Mack would never forget that first time he got approached before a game and sex was used as collateral. It was several years back in San Diego. The team’s OC, a former player and still one hot mother fucker, sidled up to Mack on the field during warmups and started a casual conversation. As it went on, they turned to teasing each other about washed-up former quarterbacks when the conversation took a turn.
“You know,” Hot OC had said, “I still have pretty good hands.” After taking a beat to look around and make sure no one was within earshot, he continued. “...and mouth.”
“Yeah? That so?” Mack had asked, immediately knowing what the other man was getting at.
“Yup. I got a few players on my team that could give a testimonial.”
“Listen,” Mack started, an idea formulating in his mind. “We’ve got some time before the game starts. I gotta run back to the officials’ locker room and grab something. You wanna come with? We can keep the conversation going.”
Hot OC’s gorgeous eyes lit up. Minutes later, the two were alone in the locker room. Mack had given him the same speech he gave everyone who wanted to influence him to help their team win. “I can’t make any guarantees. I’m not going to NOT call something that’s blatantly obvious and I’m also not going to call a penalty when it’s obvious there wasn’t one. I’m not guaranteeing a win for your team. But I can be open to cutting your squad a little slack out there.”
It was something Mack meant. Although his actions might not show it, he was a very moral man. He wasn’t crooked and he wasn’t for sale...whether it was sex or money that was being offered.
Next thing he knew, their tongues were battling and Hot OC’s hands had undone Mack’s uniform slacks, he’d stuck his right hand in, and was massaging his semi to full hardness. The guy hadn’t been lying. He was damn skillful at giving head. An image still etched in Mack’s mind all these years later is Hot OC on his knees with Mack’s excess cum smeared on his chin, flogging his own cock to climax after coaxing a huge load out of Mack’s balls. It was a high feeling he’d never forget...and feeling that way made him hungry for more. Luckily, it turned out there was no shortage of other men around the league willing to give it up for potential leniency during the game. Like the hunky tight end who came calling one time and ended up being the first player Mack fucked as a ref. The kid had wanted it bad and was even whimpering and hiking himself back against Mack as he was teasing the kid’s hole with his cock. As the years went on and Mack became more noticed because of his own physical stature, it got to a point where he had more offers than he sometimes knew what to do with. First world problems, right?
As he stood on the field today and looked around, his eyes settled on the sideline opposite of where he was standing to the head coach of the visiting team who was talking to someone on the coaching staff. The broad shoulders, massive chest, and powerful leg muscles made Mack’s whole body tingle. It had been just a couple hours ago that he’d had the hunky man in his mid-40s plowing him back in the locker room. Mack always made it a point to get to the stadium at least three hours before the start of the game. It wasn’t just that he was dedicated to doing a good job as a ref. It also gave him time to to be available for fun before he’d have to start with game prep. He’d made sure to shower after his encounter with the coach. The last thing he wanted to was be on TV with a wet spot on the seat of his pants as proof that he’d been seeded by the stud. Even so, it stood to reason that he still had some of the virile man’s sperm in his ass, searching in vain for an egg to fertilize. As if sensing Mack’s eyes were on him, Coach looked up and in his direction, cracking a smile when their eyes locked. Coach gave him a mischievous wink, which Mack returned with a grin and a nod.
Once Coach returned his attention to the staff member he was talking to, Mack looked at his watch. Only about an hour until the players would be out on the field for warmups. When he looked up, he noticed an executive from the home team walking his way. He recognized him immediately. The guy had been on his radar for a few years now, but he’d never had the occasion to strike up a conversation.
Gerry Phillips was in his early 50s, and considered to be one of the brightest and most effective in the team’s front office. And aside from his talent as a scout and executive, the man had movie star good looks and a body that wouldn’t quit. Mack had often imagined what the two of them would look like sweaty and naked on a bed, entwined in passion. When he’d been with Coach earlier, Mack hadn’t gotten off himself, so his dormant cock started stirring when he saw Phillips’ smiling face.
“Mack Carmichael!” the hunky executive exclaimed as he extended his hand to Mack. “I was hoping I’d get a chance to chat with you before the game! I’m Gerry Phillips.”
“I know who you are,“ Mack replied, throwing a lilt into his voice as he continued. “Your reputation proceeds you!”
The two continued to look at each other as their handshake lingered. “All good, I hope.” Phillips mused.
“Are you kidding? You’re one of the hottest execs in the league.” Mack gushed. “I’ve imagined just how good you are.”
It had sounded innocent enough. “Hot” and “good” could’ve easily been interpreted to refer to Phillips’ deal-making prowess as a talent scout. But each man knew what Mack had really meant with the statement. Phillips blushed at the comment and his lip curled into an amused grin.
“Hey, I have to run back upstairs to my private suite in the team’s skybox to send an important business email.” Phillips looked at his watch. “I know we’re cutting it close before you have to be back down here to get ready for the game. But is there any chance you’d come up? I have something I want to talk with you about quickly.”
There it was. It was always some form of the same excuse to get Mack alone. He smirked. “Sure. I have some time. Let me run over and tell the rest of my crew I’ll be back as soon as I can and I’ll be up.”
“Great!” Phillips beamed, looking like a kid who’d just won first prize. “That’ll give me time to send my email. I’ll see you in a minute!”
As Phillips rushed off, Mack gazed at him walking away. “Fuck yeah...” he leered under his breath. Gerry Phillips had a hot looking ass in those dress slacks. Mack couldn’t wait to have them pooled around the exec’s ankles while the hunk was bent over his own desk taking a dicking like a pro.
Ten minutes later and he stood at the door to the team’s skybox. When the door opened, Gerry Phillips stood there having removed his suit jacket. He already hadn’t been wearing a tie, but he’d unbuttoned the top two buttons on his dress shirt and it turned Mack on to see the man’s chest hair peeking out. “You got here sooner than I expected,” the exec grinned, stepping aside for the ref to walk in.
Putting his most winning smile on, Mack cooed, “I’m anxious to have this...conversation you talked about down on the field.”
“You mind if we talk back here?” Phillips gestured to a hallway. I just have to click Send on one final email.
“Works for me!”
“You know,” Phillips continued the conversation as they moved to the hallway, “I’m anxious to have this conversation too. I’ve been waiting for it ever since we found out earlier in the week that you’d be calling today’s game.
As they walked, Mack was happy to have a closer-up look at the man’s pants-covered ass. It looked even better without the tail of his suit jacket in the way. “If there’s one thing I’m good at,” the hunky and increasingly horned-up ref noted, “it’s conversing. I love to converse. Over and over and...over again. And you can correct me if I’m wrong, but I can tell that you’re the kind of man who likes being on the receiving end of a good conversation.”
By now, they were in a spacious executive bedroom in the team’s skybox. Phillips had sat on the bed and pulled a laptop onto his lap. He looked up at Mack and smiled. “It’s like you’ve got a sixth sense when it comes to figuring out what a man wants.”
“Not just what he wants,” Mack grinned, locking eyes with Phillips. “What he needs.”
Phillips gulped hard and his eyes widened. He quickly turned his attention back to the laptop, pressed a couple keys, then leaned forward to slide it onto the desk across from the bed. “There. That’s done.” He leaned back on the bed, and gave the ref a smoldering look. In his huskiest voice, he beckoned the man to him. “I’m all yours.“
Mack grinned and almost pounced onto the bed, but decided to make the man work for it a little bit. It’s true that he didn’t have a lot of time left before he had to be back down on the field, but he wanted the team exec to him just how horny he was. “You’re the one who invited me up here for a conversation, buddy. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
Phillips smiled and sat upright as Mack moved over to stand in front of him. “I’m going to use my mouth, but maybe it’s best that I don’t speak.”
“By all means, buddy. I’m up for anything.”
The exec reached out and began massaging the front of Mack’s uniform pants, visibly pleased that Mack was already on his way to being fully hard. Moments later, the man had those pants undone and had them and his boxer-briefs hooked under his balls, giving Mack one hell of a blow job. The man had a talent to be sure. He knew when to go fast, when to slow down. When to pull it out and use his tongue. When to give attention to Mack’s balls. Fuck, it was nice.
The man had pulled Mack’s cock out of his mouth and was running his tongue along the underside, gazing up into his eyes. It was such a hot scene, his saliva-covered cock set up against the backdrop of the horny man’s face. Mack almost hated to end it. But he had to. That mental timer in his head told him that it wouldn’t be too much longer before his absence on the field would start to be noticed. This had to move on what Mack wanted to be the main event.
It was almost as if Gerry Phillips could read his mind. Before Mack could figure out a way to broach the subject, Phillips put words to what they both obviously wanted. “I hope you won’t think this is too forward of me, Mack. But I gotta have your cock in me. You think you’d be okay with fucking me?”
He reached down and ran his hand over the exec’s shirt covered chest. “Be okay with it? I’d be pissed if I had to leave here before sampling that sweet ass of yours. And I DO mean sweet!”
Phillips stood up. “You like it, huh?” He started unbuckling his belt and undoing his slacks.
“Fuck yeah. I watched you walk away for about an entire minute earlier on after we talked on the field. You’ve got a prize-winning piece of ass there, buddy!”
By now, Phillips had pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles and turned his back to Mack so he could lay face down on the bed. He turned his head and looked back at the ref over his shoulder. “I gotta tell you, it turns me on to no end that you watched me like that...out in the open for anyone to notice you doing it.”
“I didn’t give a damn if anyone did see me watching you. An ass like yours deserves all the attention anyone’s got to give.“
“Fuck!” Phillips uttered, truly turned-on by how horny the older man was for him. He started to lay down on his stomach when Mack stopped him.
“I’d love to take my time with you, buddy. You got no idea how bad I want a slow fuck with you. But I gotta be back downstairs, like, yesterday. We’ve gotta make this fast. No time for preliminaries, I’m afraid.”
“I gotcha,” Phillips responded, disappointed that he wouldn’t have more time with the hunky ref. Instead, he bent over the bed, hiking his ass up in the air.
Mack hated that it had to be this quick. In clothes, Gerry Phillips’ ass looked amazing. Out in the open for all the world to see - including the horned-up gaze of a ref within spitting distance of 60 years old - it was a damn near flawless work of art. Whatever the team exec was doing to make it look that good, he should never...EVER stop. Taking just a couple more beats to bask in the magnificence of the man’s ass, he then shifted his mood and got to work giving it quick prep work for what was to come. A couple minutes - and a quick one then two then three saliva-soaked fingers - later and Mack was slowly sinking his throbbing, worked-up tool into the man’s tight hole.
He hadn’t even really gotten to the fun part yet...the pounding and the ecstasy of release, but the man was already moaning like a bitch in heat. Yeah. Whether Phillips fucked around with women or not, there was no way that he was a top when it came to being with men. No one who doesn’t bottom all the time moans like that.
After taking a couple minutes of all the pounding Mack could dish out, Gerry Phillips stopped him.
“You sure, man? I gotta go soon. We don’t really have much time for you to take a rest? You want me to just shoot on your face?”
The just past-50 hunk turned and faced Mack. “No way, man. Your load is goin’ in my ass. But I gotta see your face when you do it.” He pulled stacked pillows against the headboard of the bed, pulled another pillow out so he could prop himself up on it, and then climbed up on the bed. “Now get up here and seed me, you hot fucker! I won’t be able to actually tell anyone, but I want to be able to fantasize about telling anyone who will listen that I just got bred by the hottest god damn ref in the league!”
That was all Mack needed to hear. Fuck that dirty talk was a major turn on! Phillips had slipped one of his legs out of his underwear and pants, but still had the other one through the leg holes. Mack lifted the hunky exec's legs up, put them on his shoulders, and slid himself back in the warm and juicy confines of the man’s welcoming ass. Before long, he’d worked back up to that jackhammer rhythm and just a couple minutes later, he was shooting his load inside, letting a primal roar escape from his throat without meaning to.
As the two men began to recover, Mack noticed that sometime during his assault on Phillips’ ass, the man had managed to unbutton his dress shirt. He wasn’t sure when, but he’d cum - probably hands free during the fucking - and there were streaks of cum on his exposed hairy belly as well as drooling out of his piss slit. Mack withdrew his shrinking cock from the man’s well-fucked ass. “I’m sorry about the time crunch, bud. I hope it was okay for you, though.”
“Okay?” the exec grinned as he continued to try and catch his breath. “It was more than okay. It was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
“Nice...” Mack responded, trying to stay low-key. He gestured to the cum on Phillips’ stomach. “I can’t leave you looking like that, though.”
Phillips looked down and laughed. “I guess I had an even better time than I realized. Don’t worry. I’ll clean myself up in a minute.”
Mack bit his lip and leaned down. “Here. Let me.”
For the next minute or so, he swabbed his tongue over every streak and pool of cum on the exec’s belly and then took the stud’s flaccid cock in his mouth to clean off and extract any other cum that might be left over.
Almost five minutes later, the two men - once more properly dressed and presentable - stood at the door to the skybox. “I’m glad you had time to drop by,” Phillips gushed. “This was definitely a bucket list item of mine.”
Mack blushed. He tried to keep these encounters as professional and distant as he could. But Phillips and that amazing ass of his was a special one. “I had a lot of fun, too. You know... I shouldn’t say anything, but I'm kinda surprised.”
“Surprised?” Phillips was curious. “What? That an uptight guy who works in the front office was a good lay?”
“Oh man, you may be tight in all the right places that make a man feel good, but you are anything but UPtight,” Mack heard himself coo at the exec before he could rein himself in. “No, I mean. I kept waiting for the talk, but it never came.”
“The talk?”
“Sure. You know...” Mack adopted a business-like affect to his voice. “I’d really appreciate it if you could go easy on my guys out there today. Now that I’ve shown you a good time, maybe you’ll let some of the penalties go.”
Phillips smirked. “Oh THAT talk. Nah. I know you can’t really do that. And I’ve heard enough about you around the league to know you’re too good a guy to do it anyway. If you want to know the truth, I just wanted to get fucked. And like I said, you’re on my bucket list.”
Fuck! The stud was hitting all the right notes! Not even Teresa was that effusive with him anymore. After a comment like that from the hunky exec, Mack knew he had to put some distance between the two of them...both physically and emotionally.
“See you around, buddy. Maybe next time I call one of your team’s games,” Mack said almost dismissively as he started to turn to reach for the doorknob.
“Hey, uh...” Phillips stopped him, not wanting the moment to end. “What are you doing after the game?”
“Probably see if I can catch a flight back home tonight.”
“Really? It’s a night game. You won’t fly back tomorrow?”
“I usually don’t. You know... Gotta get back to my day job and all. Not to mention my wife and my family...”
“Why don’t you plan to stay tonight? Treat yourself this once.”
In spite of his better angels telling him to get out of there, Mack grinned. “That would mean I’d need to find a hotel room.”
“No need for that. Stay here with me tonight,” Phillips countered, a hopeful tone in his voice.
“Don’t you have a house here in the city?”
“I do. But if I’ve got a lot of work to do, I sometimes work late into the night and then just sleep here. You can be my guest. It’ll be like a sleepover.”
Mack chuckled, impressed at how earnest Phillips was being AND turned on by how bad the man in his early 50s obviously wanted it. No. How bad Phillips wanted HIM. “I gotta tell you, buddy... It’s a tempting offer, but I don’t know if I should.”
Obviously deciding that he was tired of diplomacy, Phillips laid all his cards on the table. “Please, man! I gotta have your cock again...this time when we can take it slow and make it last longer. I wanna wake up next to you and feel your morning wood poking me in my hip with your arm draped over my body.”
Fuck! The man painted quite a picture. But Mack had to be blunt with him. “You know I’m married to a woman, right?”
“Yeah. I know.”
“And that’s never gonna change. I’m not looking to get into anything regular or to have a long-distance boyfriend.”
“I’m not either. Believe me,” the exec replied, perhaps a little too forcefully. “I just gotta have you again. You might be married to a woman, but you’ve got exactly what a man needs to make him feel good.”
Damn. The guy had talked Mack into changing his plans! It shouldn’t have been this easy. Despite that speech he’d just given Phillips, he actually wouldn’t mind having a standing, regular thing with the hunk. “You talked me into it. As long as you don’t mind, I’ll stay here and hang with you tonight.”
Gerry Phillips smiled broadly like the cat who ate the canary. “Perfect! After the game, you do whatever you have to do to wrap things up and deal with the rest of the guys on your crew. You can meet me back up here about an hour or so after the game’s over. That’ll give everyone a chance to filter out of the skybox. I’ll have the executive chef fix us a nice meal.”
“You don’t need to go to any trouble for me, man. Take out and a bottle of beer will do just fine.”
“Nonsense,” the hunky exec beamed. “After what you just did for me, I want to repay you with a fine dining experience!”
“Okay, then. Sounds nice.” Mack reached around and cupped one of Phillips’ ass cheeks. “And then later on, I can have a different kind of fine dining experience that I wish I’d had time for just now.”
Phillips blushed. “I’d like that a lot.”
“Good. Me too.” Mack reached out and put his hand on Phillips’ shoulder. “Hey, what about if any stadium staff sees me around here after hours?”
“Don’t worry. The regular staff here is discreet. All your bases are covered!”
Obviously Gerry Phillips had set up rendezvous like this before. It should’ve been a turn off for Mack, but it wasn’t. Just the opposite actually.
“Alright, buddy. I’ll see you - and that sweet ass of yours - after the game.”
“Me and my sweet ass look forward to it.”
Mack started to turn to leave again, but stopped mid-turn. He turned back around, reached out to put his hand behind Phillips neck and pulled him into a quick but passionate kiss. “Hope that’ll hold you until later, bud.”
Phillips exhaled deeply. “We’re definitely doing more of THAT later.”
Mack smiled. “You got it, man! Now, I really do have to go. See you later.”
“Later,” Phillips called after him.
Two minutes later, the first of the staff that worked under Gerry Phillips started arriving to watch the game. “Hey, was that Mack Carmichael I passed on my way up here?” Bob Fredericks asked after he arrived.
“Who?” Phillips tried to play innocent.
“Mack Carmichael. The ref. He’s calling the game today.”
“Oh. I don’t know. I was in the other room on my laptop until a minute ago. He must’ve been coming from another box.”
“Huh... Guess so,” Fredericks replied, looking skeptical. “Oh well. Let’s get ready for this game. I hope our team really creams their ass!”
Unseen to Fredericks, Gerry Phillips grinned and reached down to readjust his cock in his slacks. Someone would be getting their ass creamed later tonight, alright.”
* * *
As Mack Carmichael made his way back onto the field as the players were streaming out of the locker rooms to begin their warmups, he had a certain spring in his step and a contented smile on his face that no one could wipe away. It probably wasn’t a good idea for him to stay over tonight. In fact, if he knew what was good for him, he’d just leave the stadium after all of the normal post-game stuff and go to the airport to line up a flight back home. He wasn’t looking to get attached to any one guy. It would put a crimp in the perfectly orchestrated “don’t ask, don’t tell” life he’d set up with Teresa. But damn if Mack had to have more of Gerry Phillips’ ass. Something that insatiable and perfect would probably lead to his downfall. If it did, maybe it would be well worth it!
