Date: Sat, 5 Oct 2002 09:37:37 -0400
From: trunk moose
Subject: Michael Tucker

I guess that my Dad and my Uncle Titus cooked me up, in the sense that they
went looking for a big tall woman who had big guys in her family. And they
got lucky, me being 6'4" and 270, so I figure I am what they wanted. Ma
Claiborne, I never seen her, but her cousins that walked through, they
sure are tall.  Me being sixteen, I might have a bit to go.

Dad and Titus both figure about 6'1" or so but I got my extra spurt from
Ma.

Dad and Titus are both figuring on some kind of money connected to me being
tall and having a big dick, but I got time to settle yet.

Course its kinda of funny hearing 'bout Coach and me.

Coach Baggers came on down to the junior high looking for yours truly, cuz
the gym teacher gave him a call, Coach wuz waiting when the bell rang and
we all started out.

He grabbed holt of me and took me down the hall a bit. The he just stood
there, staring and calculatin', till 'most everyone was gone and Coach
Baggers and I were the only ones in the place.  I would have to say that
Coach Baggers was a hefty man, 6 foot or so, and chunky, but he couldn't
throw me around.

I kinda shrugged his hand off and looked deep into his blue eyes.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Trunk, I shoulda asked. Could you step into the boys room
with me so I can check something out?"

He seemed honest enough but I haven't gotten this big without learning a
thing or two.

"Coach, if you are checking on the size of my dork, you gotta offer up
something more than a May I?

Coach Baggers turned red and blue before he steamed at me, "These fine
gentlemen, alumni and all, think you can save our team. They can see you
are bign'all but they want a gander at the goods.

He shared a glance and muttered for my benefit, "Winnings ain't all they'se
interested in."

"How much?" was my only question.

"Step in here, my lad, big'un as you are, and we'll have 20 dollars fer ya
before you stripped off a rag."

I stepped into the small backroom with Coach and he helped me get my togs
off.

"Coach, how come they gotta see how my wanger works before we play the
game?"

Baggers was down there pulling offf my socks, my free dick brushing against
his shoulder.

"Shit knows, kid, but I guess they wanna know a freak won't croak mid-game"

"I ain't no freak."

"Sez you for sure, but here we go."

I stepped on out into the middle of the schoolroom, my naked frame towering
over the gents waiting there. I nodded to the Mayor, and Col. Stewart, but
I could see that they wuzn't looking at me, they wuz checking out my dick.

After a bit, Mayor Fergoe asked, "Well, it damn sure is big, Fergoe, but
does it work like a cock should?"

the Mayor looked at the Coach, who turned a little purple and pink again,
then the Coach came over to me.

"Michael, these gentlemen would like you to play for our high school but
they have some reason to see you cum first.  Seems mighty foolish to me,
and I wouldn't blame ya bit for takin' off."

Well, it seemed mighty peculiar to me too, but frankly, standin' there buck
naked in front of these men had made my l'il horsecock twictch.

Coach kinda whispered to me at that point, "You can always play for me,
Mike but I'd sure like to see that big cannon shoot off. I ain't never seen
a white man with a cock that big."

Well. I was going on point by then, thickening and straightening out, with
my thick cowl drawing back a bit, that little pink head saying "LICK ME"

The Mayor and the boys pressed closer as I moved my fist up and down the
long rod they wanted to see, but as my uncovered plum turned darker, more
purple, they backed off, not wanting to get in the way of a cum splume.

After a bit, when my cock was getting darker, the head almost painfully
purple, I looked around for Coach, spotted him and waved him closer.

"UH, Coach, I can't make it cum, I'm working it, but it won't cum."

Coach looked me in the eye for a moment, and then turned to look at the
restless bunch around us up close.

"Trunk, I need ya bad, and what the fuck, I'd been wondering what that
chunk of meat would feel like."

So Coach pulled off his sweatshirt, shucked down his pants, and slid up
onto the teachers desk. He grabbed his ankles, and I moved up close.
Coach's butthole was a pink puffy little slit, wet looking, shiny,
quivering a bit.

As I moved closer I didn't even have to aim my schlong, some construction
guy stepped up and rubbed my cockhead up and down Coach Bagger's cuntpussy.

Thanks to the burly guy next to me, I had the head of my cock in and out of
Coach's butthole once or twice but when I laid out on the Coach and sunk my
penis in as far as it would go a cum started, shaking my ass and turning my
dick into a limp, leaking lingus.

I realized that Coach had shot cum onto both my shoulders and some of it
was dripping down over my tits.

I shimmied my still thick out of the Coach, wiping up and tasting some of
the milky jism sliding out of his ass.

As I moved toward my clothes, and the town citizens headed for the door, I
had to call, "Same show, ten minutes from now, join us."