Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2011 23:37:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Discovering Uncle Tip  Chapter 6:  The Barn and Skewered at Both Ends

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Discovering Uncle Tip  Chapter 6:  The Barn and Skewered at Both Ends

	The next morning, I woke at 6:30 as usual...with a raging piss-
hardon, also as usual, and rolled out of bed onto my feet.
	I grabbed my shorts and quietly eased my door open.  My
parents' door was closed indicating they were still asleep.  So, I dropped
my shorts in the doorway and quickly crossed the hall.
	I pushed the bathroom door open still not quite awake to find
my dad standing at the toilet...long hard cock swaying in front of him through
the fly in his thin faded blue boxers while he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes
with both fists.
	He dropped one hand to scratch his chest as the other dropped
to cup the underside and stroke his rigid cock.  Looking down, he gripped
it in earnest and started pumping the loose skin across  the knotty gristle
underneath.  Unlike my uncles,' Dad's cock looked like a tree-trunk laced
with a network of pronounced veins.
	It was rugged and blunt.  The heavy ridges in its length looking
as if it had been beaten with a stick and swelled up every place it had been
struck.  The head was huge, at least three inches in length on its own...thick
and wide where it expanded from his shaft, it was almost an inch wider than
the rest of his cock.  Purple where it flared out from corrugated meat, it
turned bright angry red toward the fat glossy tip.  It looked mean...a
beauty...but, one mean brute of a beauty!
	"Oh son!  Didn't hear ya come in!  I, uhhhh...well, hell, why lie.
Came in here n' took a piss, but my...ummm...lil' buddy here don't seem t'
wanna be put away." he chuckled quietly stuffing his impressive wood back
inside his fly.
	"Lemme get outta your way...purty obvious you gotta go, too.
Let's keep it down this mornin,' your mom's prob'ly gonna sleep in."  He
continued, "Come on into the kitchen when you're done, we gotta project
t' pitch in on t'day."
	"Oh, and..."  He pulled me into a hug as he went to brush past.
His skin musky from sleep and a bit of heady man-smell escaping from his
armpits eased up my nose and filled my chest.  My boner slid between his
hairy thighs while his pressed against mine. "...good mornin,' son."
	Then he was gone having left me to stumble to the toilet, forgetting
I was still naked.  As I pissed, I thought about my dad's body for the first
time.  Oh, the picture of that threatening carved-wood cock was etched
deeply in my mind, that's for sure...but, the rest of him was now dominating
my thoughts.
	Dad looked like me, only an exaggerated older version.  Where
Uncle Tip was bulky and like a muscled gorilla with his rounded belly, and
Uncle Lloyd being lean and wiry like a whip...Dad was lean and corded with
tight rounded muscle.  His thighs looked like two huge pythons curving side
by side up each leg, the back of those legs flaring out till they tapered back
in under the curve of his ass.
	Narrow hips, waist, and back topped by wide shoulders heavily
padded with muscle and descending into equally filled-out and impressive
upper arms.  Shoulders to elbows, he almost looked like one of those
body builders in the magazines down at the drug store.  His forearms were
wide and strong, too, the muscles rippling under the skin when he'd scratched
his chest and stroked his cock.  One of the things that really stuck in my
mind, though, was his hands.  Big and rough, much like his cock, there were
prominent veins snaking under the work-thickened skin. Long wide fingers,
knobby knuckles, tan, and dusted with dark hair across the backs of those
strong hands and fingers...I looked at my own average hands and wished
I'd taken more after Dad's side of the family than Mom's.
	Thinking about the differences in each side of my family, I
suddenly remembered being fascinated a few months ago when he was
working on his truck in tennis shoes and shorts.  His stomach didn't round
out as he leaned in, it caved inward into a series of tightly rippled muscles.
Dad didn't have a six pack, he had an eight pack.
	His chest and belly were covered in dense dark ringlets of fur
as were his legs up to above mid-thigh, and the backs of his hands and
fingers.  Everything else, even his forearms, seemed to be as smooth as
could be.
	It wasn't surprising I'd never paid much attention to his body.
He was always in boots and baggy jeans, or tennis shoes and long baggy
shorts, and a white t-shirt underneath either a long-sleeved flannel or light
cotton western shirt even in the heat of summer.  He said it kept him cooler
than wearing less.  And, he dressed as soon as he got up so there had
been little opportunity to see what he looked like under his clothes.
	I realized I'd been standing there long after I'd finished peeing,
so I brushed my teeth and jumped in the shower.
	I smelled bacon as I came down the hall in my tennis shoes,
jock, shorts, and tank top.
	"There's m' boy." Dad said as he added a plate of scrambled
eggs to the table.
	He was back in his "farmer uniform"...scuffed boots, baggy
jeans, white t-shirt, and thin plaid cotton western shirt with the sleeves
rolled up...as he handed me a plate and took one for himself.
	"Self-serve, bud." he said as he sat down and started filling his
plate.
	"Mmm, smells good, Dad." I said as I dug in.
	"Well, we got work t' do.  I guess you already heard about the
dance hall."
	'Dance hall' was the old converted barn at the edge of town that'd
been there since before I was born.
	"No, Uncle Lloyd only told me the dance was off...but, forgot
t' tell me why."
	"Well, it seems the floor's rotted through in places.  Some of the
fellas in the band fell through when they was settin' up yesterday.  Lewis
Lumberyard is donatin' the wood, n' a bunch of us are donatin' our day t'
get it replaced.  The bar's still stocked, so it should be a lively time with all
the local miscreants that're sure t' show up." he laughed.
	Half an hour later with baseball caps in place, we pulled up to
find the high school girl's coach, Buck Stennick...my great-uncle also Aunt
Virginia's father, Pastor Atkins...Dax and Brandt Sorenson, Aunt Susie's
brothers that bought Lewis Lumberyard years back...Uncle Lloyd...Cal
Larson, the president of our little bank and Aunt Rita's father...and Uncle
Tip puffing on his pipe.  Heck, it was all family except for Coach Stennick!
	Alot of backslapping occurred and "howdy brother!"s ensued
as we joined the group.  It was decided we had enough hands to get started,
and we all began carrying in wood from off the trailer "Uncle" Dax and
Brandt had driven over from the lumber yard.
	Dax and Brandt weren't technically uncles, only by marriage.
Both were sandy blond and tall...not as tall as Uncle Tip, but only shy of
his height by somewhere between an inch or two.  Dax had a funky mustache
that connected across to his sideburns and an old-fashioned flat-top.  Brandt,
though, had a full head of shaggy hair alot like Uncle Tip's, but Brandt had
a big out of control beard that covered most of his face.  "Big boys" was an
apt discreption for the two men who were in denim overalls, flannel shirts,
and workboots that seemed as big as shoe boxes.
	Both brothers had light, kind of golden, hazel eyes that left you
staring for a minute and always twinkled with mischief.  They were known
for being good-natured pranksters and usually in on the joke together.  A
shared quick flick of the eyes from under baseball caps pulled low usually
meant someone was in for a surprise shortly!
	By about 11:00, everyone was tipping back their first beer as
we worked and we had half the rotten floor pulled up then deposited outside.
A few more men had arrived and had begun laying the first section of the
new dance floor.  I was assigned sanding it all smooth as it was laid, while
Uncle Tip was at the table saw cutting the boards to fit.
	Even with the double doors open, between the sun beating down
and the lack of breeze, it was sweltering hot in the barn.  Sweat stained
patches expanded on everyone's shirts and down the back of the waistbands
of jeans.  Dax and Brandt now in only their overalls, their beefy builds
straining at the shoulder straps as much as their solid bellies rounded out
the denim a bit under their chests.
	"I think Joey there's gonna need some kneepads." Dax said
with a quick half-wink and grin at his brother as I worked the sander on
my hands and knees.
	Brandt grinned back and said, "Hey, Joey, come'ere a sec."
	I set the sander down and walked over where Brandt was on
one knee.
	He twisted his head over his shoulder and said, "Would you
reach in my left pocket, n' grab my screwdriver for me, son?"
	"Sure."
	As I reached in, it didn't hit right away that my hand was sliding
through a thatch of bristly hair.  Suddenly it slid over a long slab of fleshy
sausage and wrapped around it automatically.
	Dax and Brandt both burst out laughing as my eyes went wide.
	"Another victim of Brandt and his "magic" pocket!"  Dax laughed
even harder.
	"Ummm, Joey...." Brandt said quietly looking intently into my
eyes, "...you can let go now, boy."
	I let go and slid my hand out as the heat of embarassment flushed
over my face.
	I was rescued from all the laughing attention from the group when
Cal Larson stood, stretched, and announced, "Talked t' Ida this mornin,' n'
she offered lunch on the house for everyone."
	He pulled up his t-shirt revealing a thick line of bushy black
hair snaking up his otherwise smooth belly.
	"Now, let's not rush the woman, though.  One group head over,
n' the other half'll go when the first gets back.  Now, who doesn't mind
being in the second group?"
	"Joey n' I can wait," Uncle Tip offered as he strode to the door
to fill and light his pipe."
	Smoke curled in the air around his face as he continued, "I need
t' head over to the lumber yard for trim and a finishin' blade for m' saw.  Dax,
you n' Brandt lock the gate or leave it open when ya came down?"
	"Open," they both replied almost in unison.
	"I can skip lunch all t'gether," Rick Halverson said as he arrived
and brushed past Uncle Tip, "Jus' show me where yall're at, n' I'll get started.
That is, unless Tip n' Joey here need another hand at the yard.  Afternoon,
Joey...gentlemen."  he added as a look I couldn't identify crossed Uncle Tip's
face.
	" 'Preciate the offer, Rick, but it's not enough t' warrant three
sets'a hands." Uncle Tip responded firmly and waved me over.  "Let's head
out so we're back in time for our turn at Ida's diner."
	"If you need a saw blade, knuckle-dragger (a nickname some
of the locals used for Uncle Tip, one he just laughed off), I'm'a have t' go
with ya...gate's open for you t' get at the trim boards, but the store's locked."
	"Why don'cha jus' toss your keys over here." Tip asked.
	"Well, I need t' git somethin' from the house anyway."  Brandt
said as he walked over, Dax punching him in the arm as he passed...another
sly wink passing between the two.  I wondered who was going to be the
receipient of whatever joke the Sorenson brothers were cooking up now.
	They lived above the lumberyard store, the second floor making
up their home.  The store part was huge meaning the living quarters must've
been equally big.
	"Joey, why don'cha come along with me n' help gather up some
more supplies."  Brandt suggested when we parked beside the four story
bulding completely open on one side all the way to the roof that housed
every different type of lumber anyone could ask for.
	"Ummm, yeah, it's gonna take me a bit t' locate what I need,"
Uncle Tip answered for me, though seeming not all too happy with Brandt's
suggestion.
	As we walked inside the store, Brandt leading the way, he said,
"Okay..." he walked inside the square-shaped frame of display cabinets that
formed the perimeter of the check-out area in the center of the store.
	"Come on in, boy," he continued as he hit a button that opened
the cash register.
	I walked inside as he fumbled with the money in the opened
drawer.  He looked over his shoulder and motioned me over with a quick
tilt of his head.
	When he went back to what he'd been doing as I came up beside
him, he said without looking up, "Reach in for my screwdriver again, son."
	I just laughed and said I wasn't falling for that joke AGAIN!
	"No joke," he responded almost impatiently, "Now, do what
you're told."
	When I just stood there, he turned his head to look at me as if
to say I'd better not refuse.
	I slid my hand back inside his overalls and coiled my hand
around the rubbery hose hanging heavily from his crotch.
	I started stroking it as he pinned me there with his eyes, almost
as if that look was telling me what to do.
	"Don't have long before your uncle gets back," he said with his
voice in a low raspy whisper, still pinning me under that stare.
	He shoved some cash in a back pocket, and slid open a display
cabinet door.  He pulled out a pair of construction worker kneepads and
told me to try them out.
	He didn't protest as I released his cock from my grip to put on
the pads and secured the straps that held them in place.
	As I started to unbend at the waist my head met his hand as he
said, "I said t' try 'em out!"
	I looked forward to find him unbuttoning the last of his fly and
hauling out his fat cock...and I do mean FAT!
	It was wide as hell in the middle of its length of somewhere
between seven and eight inches.  It slimmed some toward the base and near
the head...the head of it just slightly smaller than the rest.  Completely
smooth and pale, it was uncut with a thin layer of foreskin covering half the
head.
	He peeled the foreskin back as he gripped it in the center with
his fist and aimed it at my face.
	My hands went to his thighs as I went down on one knee and
then the other letting him guide that meaty pink cock into my mouth.
	He moved my head slowly back and forth over his meat, his
low-hanging balls rising and falling visibly inside his overalls as I worked.
	I heard a door close and started to pull off, when Brandt shoved
my face more firmly on his juicy meat.
	The surrrounding cabinets were more that waist-high, so I
couldn't see what was happening on the other side.  Footsteps approached
at a fast pace when I heard Dax's voice in a loud whisper.
	"So, get anywhere?"  Dax asked breathlessly.
	""Bout time you got here," Brandt quietly answered, "Get in here
n' see."
	"Holy shit!!  You did it!"
	"When do I ever miss, brother?"  Brandt chuckled arrogantly.
	"Get on your feet, boy."  Dax said anxiously.
	I rose, keeping my mouth sliding on and off Brandt's heavy
cock.  I felt Dax slide my shorts down to my ankles.
	"Shit, Brandt, look...a fuckin' jock on the boy!"
	"Keep it down, his uncle's right outside."
	"You ever been fucked, boy?" Dax whispered behind me as I
heard him shuffling with his clothes.  At that moment, I noticed the cabinet
doors were all glass painted black on the other side.  That created a mirror
type effect, and I could see Dax had unclasped the shoulder straps of his
overalls and had them pushed down mid-thigh.
	All I could do was shake my head with Brandt's cock buried deep
past my lips.  There was no way I was going to admit I'd had a cock up my
ass before!
	I watched as Dax spat in his hand and slid it into my crack.  He
spread the wetness over my hole and stabbed a finger inside as I gasped
around Brandt's swollen meat.
	"This boy isssssssss LYIN' !!" Dax exclaimed quietly.
	I watched as he spit in his other hand.
	"Don't have time for that...here, use this."
	"Oh, good idea." Dax replied as his brother slid a tub of GoJo
hand cleaning cream across the countertop.
	He dug two fingers inside as Brandt picked up the pace stretching
my jaw and began pushing into my throat on each stroke.  I felt the cold
cleaning cream being spread up inside my ass as two thick fingers pushed
inside.
	"We don't have time for finesse, dumb ox, just fuck him for
fuck's sake!"
	Dax grabbed my hips and I felt the blunt head of his cock at my
hole...a cock I still hadn't gotten a look at.  My yell was lost, muffled by
Brandt's mouth-filling cock as his brother's spread me open thrusting half its
length inside me!
	I rose on my toes and continued yelling around the thick meat in
my mouth as Dax sunk inch after additional inch inside me until my ass was
pressed back against his crotch.  His balls hung heavily against my own as
he ground his hips into me.
	"Oh fuck yeah...he's been fucked before, but this ass is still
tighter than mine EVER was!!!"  Dax whispered hoarsely as he began easing
back out of me.
	"Don't have time for you t' fuckin' fall in love, brother, just fuck
him!"
	Dax began pistoning in and out of me, my hole stretched around
his fucking cock like a doubled rubberband.
	Brandt held my head and fucked my throat at the same rhythm
as he leaned over me.
	"Oh yeah, look at that thick cock opening up that boy-ass!"
Brandt groaned watching as his brother's cock invaded and pounded my
hole.
	They both came to a dead stop with the tinkle of a little bell
accompanying the sound of a door sliding open.
	"Joey?" I heard my uncle's deep voice call out.
	"Tip, I sent him over to the storage for finishin' nails, he's prob'ly
still out there."  Brandt hollered back as Dax slowly slid out and back inside
my ass.
	"I'll check, I'm all done with loadin' the trim boards in the truck."
Uncle Tip responded as I heard the door slide shut.
	Brandt immediately went back to shoving his cock in and out
of my face.  Dax picked his pace back up, too, and soon was slamming
my ass and fucking my face onto his brother's cock with the force of it.
	"I'm gonna cum," Dax ground out quietly through gritted teeth.
	"Pull out and git over here quick then," Brandt demanded.
	"Why??!!  I'm just..."
	"Just git over here, damn it!!"
	Dax came over and said, "Ohhhhhh..." and started to try to
shove his cock into my mouth along with Brandt's.
	"No, dumb ox, you got cleaning stuff and the boy's ass on your
cock...don't go shovin' that in his mouth!  Jesus!   Beat that big dick off and
cum on mine.  We'll feed him your cum while he sucking my cock, and then
I'll feed him mine directly from the spout!"
	"Oh, well, I'm...right...on..." Dax fisted his big cock in my face.
His looked much like his brother's only a bit shorter, but with a larger head.
Same thin foreskin rolling back and forth over the head as he pounded away.
	"...the...fuckin'.....edge....AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!"
	A thick rope of cum jetted out against my nose and upper lip
as he aimed the next at his brother's cock as it continued its assault of my
mouth and throat.
	The thick salty syrup was fed into my mouth with each thrust
of Brandt's cock.  I started lapping my tongue at it hungrily as it plunged
in and out of my throat, trying to slurp off all of his brother's thick tasty
load.
	Either the lapping of my tongue or seeing his brother's cum
spewing over his cock as he fucked my face drove Brandt over the edge.
	"Fuck!" was all he said as I felt the first gush fill my mouth on
his outstroke.
	Dax fell to his knees and his wild mustache bristled against my
check as he leaned in to feed on his own brother's cock and seed.  He
kissed, licked, and slurped on Brandt's cum-drenched pole as it continued
unloading and ramming my throat.
	As the cum I couldn't contain or swallow fast enough drooled
out of my lips stretched wide over Brandts cock, Dax lapped and sucked
at my face where it wrapped around his brother's meat.
	When Brandt finally pulled out, Dax swooped on it to the base
and sucked it wildly...grunting and groaning as he suctioned that last of his
brother's come from his softening fuck-tool.
	"Alright, everybody up."  Brandt order as he looked over his
shoulder and stuffed his cock back inside his overalls.
	He spun a roll of papertowels till he'd gathered a wad of them
and shoved them at my chest.
	"Here, Joey, clean up your ass and take this crate," he reached
down and lifted a box filled with supplies as I wiped my ass several times,
"pull up your shorts and high-tail it to the front of the store.  Stay there, until
I come get you."
	"Oh, gimme those.  Now, GO."  He said as he grabbed the wad
of messy papertowels from my hands and shoved me out of the register area.
	"Whew hew!"  I heard Dax quietly say as he wiped off his own
cock.  "I wish we'd had a lil' more time with hot piece of tail."
	"Oh, I wouldn't worry none about that..."  I didn't catch the rest
of Brandt's response.
	I'd had one big cock plowing my ass, one pounding my throat,
and then two thick hot loads poured down into my belly.  Neither I nor any-
one else had touched MY cock, though!!  I was fucking horny as all hell,
and my cock refused to go down.  Thankfully, I chosen a jock over going
commando this morning!
	Brandt came after me shortly and we all went back as if nothing
happened.  Dax was already there, having said he'd just gone to put gas in
his truck.  The other men came back just as we got everything unloaded.
	After we finished lunch at Ida's, I claimed I was going to follow
shortly after a quick trip to the bathroom.  Dax chimed in saying he had to
go, too, and playfully called the urinal as he trotted off down the hall leading
to it.
	When I came through the door, he was waiting.  Overalls off
and bunched down to his knees, he pulled me inside as I opened the door
and then flipped the latch to lock it shut.
	He pushed me back against the wall and slammed his mouth
against mine, his tongue forcing my jaw open as it jammed inside and
attacked my own.
	Breathing hard and heavy, he fell to his knees and jerked my
short's down and over my shoes.  Rough hands spread my thighs and pulled
my jock to the side so my dick jutted out into his face.
	One hand flew up to grab my balls and pull them away from
my crotch while the other flew up to my ass and drove two fingers back
up inside my hole.  I gasped and threw my head back from both sensations
as his mouth dove onto my cock burying it immedately in his throat.
	He sucked a few crazed and greedy strokes on my hard dick,
rigid with built up need for release.
	He pulled off and growled demandingly betweed ragged heated
breaths, "Gimme your load, boy, gimme that young cum!"
	He swept back down on my dick suctioning it with his warm
wet mouth as if he'd suck my balls right through it if he hadn't been pulling
them toward his chest.
	He pulled tighter on my balls, pulling me onto the two fingers in
my ass.  He plunged those even deeper, the ball of his hand slamming
against that spot between my ass and my balls.
	I grabbed at his head as the tingling rose in my belly and balls.
	He let go of my balls and reached down to furiously fist his own
cock as his mouth became a deranged machine, sucking me off as if there
was nothing in the world he wanted as much as my load.
	As the first spurt poured from the head of my dick, he groaned
and moaned on my meat...sending vibrations through it and my balls that
broke the dam.  My whole body went board-stiff as my orgasm wracked
through me from head to toe!  At the same time, the first meager jet from
my cock turned into a flood of teen-cum pouring out of my spasming cock
into Dax's mouth and throat.
	Suddenly his moans turned to growls over my dick as he contin-
ued milking my seed and working my cock over with his mouth.  I realized
he was coming and that re-ignited my own.  What had been the last of my
orgasm was suddenly back right in the middle of it, the dribbling turning back
into renewed jets of jism pouring down his throat.
	I looked down as he released is own cock as it continued to
spew onto the floor underneath, while he grabbed my hips and pulled my
cock deep into his throat as it flexed and filled his belly.
	Finally, he sat back on his heels and grinned that handsome
rugged face up at me as he milked the last of his own cum onto the tiled
floor.
	"Damn, Joey!"  He brought the back of one hand up to wipe
some of the cum-mess from around his lips.  "You're fuckin' HOT!  You
gay, or just bisexual?"
	I stiffened uncomfortably at the question and replied tensely,
"Well, I don't know.  I mean this is all new.  Sex.  I think I'm straight.  But,
I...I just......."
	"Hey, relax, plenty of time t' sort it all out."  He chuckled and
pulled me into his bare chest, cock nestled against mine.  "Girls n' women're
great, too, no denyin' that.  But man, partner, there's just somethin' about
rough n' tumble sex with another man...the strength, the power of it.  It's
just...well, I don't think I'll personally ever stop bein' blown away by it.
And, you...hell, boy, you're just somethin' else...so responsive and such'a
handsome cuss...hot fuckin' body, too."   He put his chin under mine and
tilted my head back as one hand slid between our chests and down to grip
our two cocks together.
	Abruptly, he pulled back and dragged his overalls back up to
chest, a wet spot forming where his cock-head hung down his left pant's
leg.
	"Hey, now," he asked as he turned to straighten the baseball
cap over his flat-top, "did you really need t' piss?"
	Sheepishly, I looked at him in the mirror and admitted that, no,
I'd been coming in here to beat off.
	As I pulled my shorts up and readjusted my dick and balls back
inside my jock, he came over and pulled me into a hug, "I think the three of
us just might oughta get together again when we have more time n' won't be
disturbed." he added.
	My face was turned outside and presed against him right at
his armpit...that scent that lately had been sparking something inside drifted
into my nose again.
	I made some decision.  I don't know what it was, but I felt it as
it happened.  I moved my face into that damp sweaty curve and buried my
nose in that heavy bush of hair bursting from under his arm.  My tongue
snaked out and lapped at that hair, that sweat, that sensitive skin there.  My
mind slipped away from any coherent thought as I just dove into the sensa-
tions.
	The denim of his overalls against my bare legs, his burly chest
against my cheek and arms encircling my back, my face pressed into his
damp hairy armpit, the taste of his sweat, the scent of it.
	Dax pulled back and tilted my confused face up to his,
	"Damn, boy...." he exhaled appearing somewhat awestruck.
He continued as he looked down at me affectionately, "you really are just
somethin' else!"
	As we walked back to the barn and the rest of the men, he
asked about school and bumped against my shoulder playfully from time to
time.
	I answered distractedly, the phrases he's mentioned earlier
repeating themselves in my thoughts..."rough n' tumble"..."the strength, the
power of it"...
	I could feel something happening to me, more than just sex.  And
even without delving into it, I knew what was happening would profoundly
affect the rest of my life.  The thing was, though, that it seemed completely
out of my hands.  I was scared of what was happening, but I knew also
there was nothing I could do about it.  There was nothing I could do about
it because I didn't WANT to do anything about it.
	Back at the barn, Dax went his way and I walked toward the
sander.  I dropped to my knees and something made me look to my left.
	Coach Stennick was leaning back against a wall...legs crossed
at the ankles, a softball mound in the crotch of his jeans, and one hand
raking his hair back off his forehead as stubbornly fell right back into his
eyes.  He pulled the tab on the can of beer in his other hand, and then
looked straight at me over the rim of the can.  He smiled as he lowered the
can and tipped his head slightly at me.