Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2006 23:49:54 -0500
From: trunkmoose@hotmail.com
Subject: After the Tryout

     Watching L'il Jim amble toward the University fieldhouse I couldn't
help but remember way back when. Seeing my big, hunky, towheaded kid,
knowing that my sun- touched muscular mountain of a linebacker was meeting
with Mike Nordstrom, a whole jumble of pictures came flooding into my head.
No matter how big the lug was, 6'3 or so and in the hood of 240, maybe 260,
he was still my big lumbering hulk of a son, and I missed him already.

L'il Jim gave me a wave and disappeared into the huge stadium and as I
backed out of the parking lot to head back to the motel I realized that my
cock was hard up and throbbing.

My kid and I had shared a lot of close times but I had kept us away from
the horniness that threatened to explode in our faces that one time, way
back a couple of years ago, when I helped my buddy son orgaz that one time.

Living together with nobody else around made us forget that most folks
didn't lay around nekkid after work. `Especially in the summers, we would
come into the house after work, our arms and legs burnt to the color of
mahogany.

I gotta admit, scrumming up my cum to wrap around his big, pink hooded
throbber and wrangling around my thumb up his shitter until I twanged his
`starter button had confused our roles a bit. But we had stuck to the
pledge we made, NO SEX, and L'il Jim, pressing weights every day and
running laps to stifle his urge to cum, had built up to his massive state
as a result.

Just before the practice Jim and I had worked just a bit in the Texas heat,
stretching and throwing the ball for fun at the last rest stop. Jim had
quickly sweated through the grey TSU sweats and his big pecs and thick
thighs were molded to his tryout gear as he worked out under the close
scrutiny of the assistant coaches.

L'il Jim was on parade, his stocky, muscular bod and his readiness,
reponsiveness, and his ability to take command. they were all critical. He
was talked of as captain material by the team his junior year.  But, so
far, not so famous me, had shared a dorm room, a shower, and eventually, a
lot more.

Although my father had been a coach, and I had had played four years of
ball, I was still a babe when I got to the University.  I was a farm boy
and Mike Nordstrom saw me as the babe I was. We hit every bar in town that
night, garnering drinks as the jocks on campus, and we were totally fucked
up by the time we made it back to his room. Claiming me eternally as a
roomie, we grasped each other's cocks and made each other cum before we
went to bed that first night. The next morning, we forgot forever what had
happened the night before.

Mike was a fucking machine, a hairy, sexual football stud that couldn't
crash without cumming.  We would party our brains out with sorority cunt
but his dick stayed hard until he came two or three times. At four or five
in the morning, totally fucked up, he would lay in his bed, moaning
semi-consciously, about pussy and cooze.

One morning, with X still in my blood, fucked up and horny, I reached out
and grabbed Mike's rosy dick, yanked it hard ten or twelve times, and
watched his face do funny things while he came, in big, splattering white
splashes.

I still don't know if it was booze or drugs but whatever, after that cum,
we fucked around, jerking each other, and, usually, if we were messed up
and if there wasn't some cunt around, we got each other off one way or
another. We shared pussy.  Every once in a while, sharing some outrageous
horny bitch, I would be plowing butt and I could feel Mike's knob nudging
mine through her cunt, and every time he nudged her clit her spasms set us
both to cumming. but thankfully the genetics proved true, like the ten inch
schlong the boy waves around in the showers.

Those few years we had shared, Jim and I, after that one explosive orgasm
we never discussed, were tense but neither of us were ready to deal with
the longings we felt.

Besides being the culmination of our training regime, playing ball for
Coach Mike Nordstrom was the pinnacle of our state football system, the
goal of all the football players in the state, and Mike and Jim were
destined to run into each other. I headed back to our motel, knowing that
they had some serious connecting to do, and I wanted some rest before they
got back.  I wasn't sure that Mike would share with L'il Jim about how he
and I had wrestled way back when, but if I had to answer questions about me
and him fucking each other I wanted to be ready, rested, showered and
lubed.

Just then the motel phone rang.

"Yo, This is Big Jim."

"Hey, Dad, Coach Mike said that he has to talk with you about my
scholarship.  Can you come over to his place? We'll meet you out back in
the pool."

"L'il Jim, are you ok? Everything good there?"

"Yeah, Dad, and it will be even better when you get here. Hurry up, ok?  I
need you here."

"I'm on my way."

Before I left the house I had to check my drawers for a certain well worn,
yellowed jock.  I knew it was clean but I pressed it chlorine smell to my
nose anyway. My dick was hard. Me and my rigid cock were ready to come, and
for the first time in four years, L'il Jim and I were gonna get off
together.