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I always viewed my wife’s best friend’s husband as an asshole. He walks around like he's Donald Trump Jr, even though he works for a failing electric company. At our summer cookouts, I usually relax alone or tend to the grill (if it's at our place), while this guy sips his beer and pretends to be on important calls. Lately, these cookouts have gotten intense. I finally called him out:
"Scott, what's your issue, man? Why do you always look so pissed off?"
He nearly choked on his beer but managed to keep his composure. "You think I want to be here, eating this garbage?" he said, holding up the half-eaten burger I cooked.
"I can make this myself ten times better, in my paradise of a yard."
Clearly, he has as much say in these gatherings as I do.
"I think my burgers are pretty spot-on, thanks. And my yard has been majorly upgraded. We didn't buy a basic ass house for a pool," I replied.
I could see the blood boiling in his head. He walked up to me, his nose almost touching mine.
I suddenly realized he wasn't as tall as I had thought; he was just a competitive little guy, and I was ready to play.
"Next BBQ is at my place. Your patty vs. mine, and our girls will cast the votes," he whispered angrily in my face.
"And what does the winner get, a bj?" I asked, his face still inches from mine.
His eyes grew massive, he was about to shove me when the back door opened, and the girls came out. We all finished eating together, and I proposed the idea of burger judging next weekend. The girls pleaded against it, but we insisted it was the only way to make these gatherings fun.
The following weekend, a bitter Scott was already out grilling.
"Hey, bud," I said as I opened my marinated patties. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I'll be the one calling you 'buddy' soon."
Was is happening? I thought
After we finished grilling, we plated our burgers and presented them to the wives for judging. They pretended to deliberate, though I could tell they’d planned this out earlier. They knew Scott was childish, and I could handle a loss. My wife said, “Honey, while your fried green tomatoes are my favorite, I have to give it to Scott. His sautéed onions are incredible,” her tone sarcastic enough for only me to notice. His wife, of course, voted for his burger too, and Scott’s grimace quickly turned into a smug grin.
After dinner, we helped the women clean up, and they went out back with a new bottle of wine.
“Well played, man,” I said, offering a handshake.
Scott scoffed but smirked. “I’ve been thinking about what you said. My wife hasn’t done anything like that since the day I said ‘I do.’ You think that sexy blonde would choose a hairy, old, grump like me? I used to be fun. I used to be loving. But she stripped away my dignity. Now, I have zero control over my life, and I became the ass she treats me like. Ya’ll are young and still in the honeymoon phase, but just wait, buddy,” he said, his smirk fading as he walked away. I noticed a large bulge in his khakis as he stormed off.
Later, as I was putting my supplies away in my trunk, I heard the back door creak open. I turned to see Scott in the back seat of my car, fully naked. His fat, hairy, well-endowed manhood draped over his massive, sagging sack. The desires I thought I had rid of as a teen suddenly resurfaced, his confidence along with that 6 pack earlier —had me salivating.
Neither of us said a word. I climbed in, shut the door behind me, and gave in—not just to my defeat in the grilling challenge, but to something much deeper.
As we’re saying our goodbyes, Scott pulls me aside. “Next reward?” he asks, clearly ready for another round. I grab my left over buns and shove them in his face.
I got a call from the local PD at 2 a.m. It was my sister's husband. Apparently, they’d been caught mid-fuck in the town park. I knew they were having issues in the bedroom, but they always seemed so picture-perfect and prude. Fortunately, she was still in her dress when she got arrested, and our parents bailed her out right away. My brother-in-law wasn’t so lucky. He called me, hoping I’d be mature enough to bring him some clothes and pretend none of it happened. I made sure I’d never forget.
Sydney Deck Example of a mid-sized trendy deck design with a roof extension
Nice bush on this gentleman
Have to admit that his tip begs you to lick it
He needs to stand straight and proud of his beautiful cock and bush
Nice looking body and cock
This young man has a nice appendage
I can almost smell his nice thick bush
Now that’s what I’m talking about — a nice cock protruding from a gorgeous bush
