A man you didn't recognise

"Can I help you?" a strange man asked, seeming irritated.

You were unsure how to react, expecting you and Ben to be alone. The man stared at you, impatient. Before you could answer, Ben came to the door.

"Oh hey! Glad you could make it." he smiled, ushering you in, "This is my coworker Warren. Warren, this is my neighbour."

Warren glared at you, annoyed. You didn't know what his problem was. You settled on the couch, sitting on the other end from Warren, while Ben sat in the middle, passing you both beers.

The game went ahead, though you were too focused on how to help out Ben. It would be hard to do so with this other guy here. Warren looked about mid 40's, balding though still attractive. He looked terminally tired and gave up on the gym for beer, judging by his trim appearance other than a poking tummy. You learnt through idle chit chat that he had a teenage daughter, so you could just ask him to leave while you fuck Ben's brains out.

At this thought, you noticed something interesting. Lacey was right about Ben's new found affections. He had his legs spread, displaying his crotch and knees touching whoever was next to him. However, you noticed Warren subtly rubbing Ben's leg. Before you coud watch further, he pulled his hand away. A few minutes later, a goal was scored, earning cheers. We had our arms around each other, though Warren took a fair amount of time to remove his from Ben. You were intrigued.