"Oh, go fuck yourself..."

You're not sure who you're rooting for, but in that moment the words slip out. You feel they are innocuous enough for the setting and think nothing more of it, however...

As you remain fixated on the television, the man beside you makes a guttural noise, pulling you out of your immersion. You turn towards the man, and to your surprise, find the man's hand situated under his pants, passionately stroking. You double-take before realizing the entire group around you is beginning to masturbate vigorously, and for a moment you're very uncomfortable; but only for a moment.

"Auugh, fuck. What am I doing?!" one of the men moans. His comrades are not nearly as distressed as him, however, as they insatiably demonstrate their enthusiasm for the moment.

You turn your attention to the DD, who hasn't even batted an eye at his friends in heat. He continues his blissful ignorance to the scene occurring as you ponder the implications of being at the center of a circle jerk on public display, and think maybe it's a good idea to join in.

You meekly stick your hand in your pants, still working up the courage to commit to the act. You take a final glance to the man beside you, who is now throwing off his shirt to the table nearby, taking his spare hand to caress his own hairy chest. That sight alone of the man oozing confidence boosts your own, as you grab your rigid shaft and begin pumping.

In that second, you're a part of it now. The relentless seven - plus one DD, caught in a mix of musk and sweat with yourself at the very center. A part of you wants to weep at this taboo fantasy turned reality, but you don't want to spoil the mood. You figure because you started the moment, you may as well end it.

You jump up from your seat, cock in hand, and lean into the heavy-set man, pushing your foreheads together. You're overwhelmed watching the stranger you just met suddenly jerking it in a Sports Bar; you're not even sure if he's gay. Still, however, that idea doesn't devolve the situation, as you place your arm around the man's shoulders.

The man is obviously aware of your presence, but doesn't appear to protest any more than his perplexed friend, who seems to have given in to his own desire. Your shirt's still on, but that doesn't stop you from pressing your chest against his, or his cock against yours.

Your hand wraps around both your own and the heavy-set man's cock, and begin to pump with gusto. You flippantly grab the man's ass with your other hand and squeeze, feeling it through the fabric of his half-worn pants. The man grunts and looks into your eyes with an expression of satisfaction and lust, but soon contorts into something you can't define- Oh.

The man gives out a long-drawn moan as he erupts on you. You give a quick few strokes to send yourself over the edge with him, and you splatter on his jeans. You fall back onto a precarious stool, pulling the man down with you, his face landing on your lap next to your exposed dick. By that moment the rest of the group was experiencing their own climax, falling like domino's to their respective seats. The man on your lap casually looks up at you and then turns to face the DD.

"Hey, I uhhh... lost focus for a minute. Who's winning?" the heavy-set man asks. Priorities.