Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2002 22:07:19 -0400
From: trunk moose
Subject: after practice

'Hey, buddy, you feeling ok?"

I looked up to see Coach Phil, peering back down at me with a concerned
look in his friendly face.

"Yeah, no prob, Uncle Phil- I'm just burned out from practice."

Coach Phil, my football coach, was also my uncle, both he and Dad being
career PE guys, Dad being a basketball, track and lacrosse guy and Uncle
Phil being football, wrestling, and tennis.

"Well, kiddo, that's my job." and he slapped me across my sweat soaked grey
shirted shoulders.

I'd learned not to respond, much less bitch, when Unc and Dad tried to tell
how much harder they could work me. But they seemed determined to pour all
the jock techniques that they had ever learned into me. Lucky me.

But I'm not complaining- I'd never be as tall as Dad or Unc but my
weightlifting and careful diet had molded me into a brick shithouse.

As a fullback, I had been All-Conference for 3 years and All-State last
year. And I didn't mind pushing myself as hard as I could.

Sweating and exertion helped to take my mind, and my body, off all the
weird dreams I'd been having lately.

I got up, stretching my 6'2'' frame, and ran my hand through my butch cut
blonde hairs. I'd only gotten off enough of my gear that I was in my jock
and my scrub shirt. We were always the last ones out, sometimes an hour or
two after the rest of the team had gone, anjd Im knew taht there was no
hurry.

"So, Grunt, didj'a hear from Chapel Hill yet?"

" Nope, but letters aren't due for another week. Besides, Unc, its a
foregone conclusion, right?"

"Yeah, besides being a jock and an A student, you're being 4th generation
won't hurt."

" Anyhow, your dad has a date with that new bio chick, so we're headed home
together."

"Lets' go"

"Well. I don't mind heading home smelling like a dump but you might
consider putting some shorts on.

"Fuck, yeah."

I slodged back into my sweaty workout shorts, wincing at the funk of my
jock and shorts, and jogged out of the locker room, heading for Phil's car
in the parking lot.


Unc slid a deluxe frozen pizza into the oven and popped a brew.

"Thirsty, sucker?"

I blinked, and had to ask "What about training?"

"C'mon, you guys are 9 and 2, and if you were any more trained , you'd be
ready for the Olympics."

"Yeah, well, .."

"Grunt, I'm taking a shower- you decide on your own if you want a beer,
after all, you.re a big dude now.

It took me about 15 seconds to flip the cap on a Heineken, and it was so
good and cold that I sucked one down in seconds. It was sipping on the
second that I got a little blurry. The pizza smelled good. At that point
Phil came back in, smelling of soap and rubbing his hair dry. I knew that
both he and dad hadn't been cut, but while he was rubbing his hair dry I
got a long gander at his flopping dick.

"You wanna take a picture?"

"Huh!?"

I was blushing now, crimson that Uncle Phil thought I was into looking at
his dick.

"Hey, relax, Bud- we all check out the other guy. We gotta know where we
stand, right?"

"Uh, Phil, its not that so much, its just ..."

"Oh, yeah, your Dad and I still have our skins. Haven't you and Doug talked
about this?"

For a moment I was speechless, Dad never really responding to any my
question about his cover, "No, Uncle Phil but I been wondering about it"

Phil slid the pizza out of the oven and sliced it up, tossing a piece onto
a paper plate for me.

"Chow down, bud, but do me a favor, would'ja, throw that funky gym shit
into the laundry room, you smell to high heaven."

I sniffed the air, knowing he was right, and stripped off. After all. it
was Unc's house and if he wanted to eat pizza naked who was I to say no.

We munched for a while. I cracked my third beer( one over my previous max)
and I noticed Uncle Phil eyeing me.

"What?"

"Well. I've got the feeling you want to know about our foreskins."

I'd seen them both a million times but never for more than a passing
second.. Now, checking him out, eye to eye so to speak.

I could fully appreciate what a piece of meat I was looking at.

I knew that Unc's , and Dad's, cocks were thick, like a hose. but at close
inspection, they both had a thick overhang, a neat hood of flesh that
wrinkled together at the end, with the extra inch or so making a drooping
snout.

Phil jumped up on the counter, swinging his legs wide.

"Will it hurt if it slides back?"

"Hell no, but find out for yourself."

My uncle's cock was shadiing from pink to plum, and the tight little wrap
at the end was streching wider, with a small pearl of pre-cum squishing out
at its head.

I was shaking a little bit at this point, from intense horniness.

I reached out and took.the warm, lively hunk, and immediately slid that
thick flesh cover back.

Phil groaned, and moaned and said," Just a couple more times like that,
yeah;"

But at this point my own cock was jerkin' all around, geting ready to
unleash all on its own.

Knowing that an eruption was imminent, instinct took over.

With one movement I grabbed Phil's ass, shucked up so close on the counter
to me that our cocks were smushed up against each other, and slid that
heavy duty foreskin over my hyper sensitive cockhead..

FUCKING KABLOOWEE!

Slimy white cum pulsing under his skin; and oozing back out onto my cock,
it had been almost two weeks for me, so my shit was almost chunky.

"C'mon buddy, finish your Unc off;"

With my right hand I scooped a couple of fingers of cum from our dickheads
and started to worm them into my uncle's hairy butthole; making him shimmy
back and forth on my fingers, his ass muscles clutching, He was getting
real close.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah FUCCCCKKKINNG YEAH!!!

The first splash hit my fore head, and I backed off, but his cock was like
a loose forehose.

A bit later, Phil's hose still slowly dribbling onto the couch,Unc groaned
and turned to me, " So, what was your question?"