Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2007 06:11:13 -0500
From: trunkmoose@hotmail.com
Subject: "Making Use of Bubba"

"Hey, hey, kid...

"Yo, Bubba Tucker.., yo, fuckhead!!

"Hey, fucknuts.., yeah, yeah you, goddamnit Tucker, you freakin' cluster of
fucknuts! You fuckin' screwed up another play! What the fuckin' hell, son,
are you gonna be able to handle this shit or what!?"

Coach Fredricks reached up and grabbed Bubba, his big hand gripping and
dragging on the thick muscular cords of Bubba Tucker's neck, grasping the
huge kid's neck like he was gonna kill him, strangle the shit outta him ...
but then the coach sucked in a deep,long breath,exhaled in a long, never
ending sigh, smiled and stepped back.  Coach really fucked with Bubba
bigtime, he went freaking over the bend about his fuck-ups, but, for the
tough, rough n' ready coach, that didn't mean that he didn't luv'm.

Freshman and sophomore year Bubba Tucker had just barely made the football
team. His lonely time in the backwoods had made him big and strong, and the
Coach had hoped to use his chunked up muscles and disregard for pain in his
offensive line as a blocker but he really needed a brick wall center. Only
problem was, Bubba was pretty much clueless about the the game of football.

Mrs. Tucker's little boy was real big, just over 6 foot 5 inches, with
boulders for shoulders and massive pecs and the last time he was on the
scale his thick thighs and calves carried him over the 295 mark.

Coach Jonah Fredricks was still tryin' to figger something out, to make a
plan, but everywhere, every spot he sent the boy into, trying to find a
niche where his young but huge heft and mucular agility would help the
football team win a game, the giant youth fucked up big time.

Despite his huge size and wicked reach, Bubba didn't have the killer
instinct that he could have used to drag down the offense. And the poor
sweet clem didn't want to pull down the other team, cuz he just didn't have
a mean and aggressive bone in his big body. Coach Jonah had hoped and
figgered that at center the gargantuan boy-man couldn't fuck up, basically
hand off and stand up and present a wall, no thinking involved, but Trigger
Jones, the quarterback, complained that Bubba couldn't hand off or hike the
ball.

Apparently, whenever the play called for Bubba to push the brown pigskin up
between his thick thighs to the quarterback he began to lose it, he
wobbled.  The hike wobbled, and the play got fucked up.  Jonah's sat at his
desk, wrinklin his forehead and trying to see where he could go from here.
His gym office had windows that ran next to the shower room, and the Coach
watched for the relatively gentle giant to trudge in to clean up.

A short while later, the tow headed mammoth, towel over his huge shoulder
like a rag, headed into the hot steamy showers.  Bubba loved the pulsing
torrents of rushing water and the body rub that the gym showers gave him
and that he never got at home.  The muscles in his lower back and thighs
quivered, in anticipation of the wet heat.The pink and white flesh of the
other fellas drew his eye for a second but he was headed for the relief of
the steaming hot water.

"Hey, Tucker, head in here."

"But, Coach..." moaned the young man, feeling the warm spray of the showers
on his over heated skin.

"I mean now, Bubba".

Bubba had been working the weights and studying the plays but he knew, deep
down, that he didn't have the 'GET'EM,POUND"EM,CRUSH"EM' state of mind that
good ball required. And so, when Coach called him into his office , Bubba
was ready for the bad news. He was more than ready, and really, a little
relieved to have it out.  Fredricks looked the boy over.  He looked down
over the kid's muscled shoulders, muscled arms and thick chest, and scanned
those nipples, which stiffly stood out, dark pink stubs of crinkled flesh.
Bubba had come into the office with his skin shining and slightly wet from
the steam and the spray of the showers. The towel issued by the school hung
on his chunky shoulder like a wash cloth. The big boy ambled into the tiny
office and dropped his big naked butt onto the coach's desk, nuzzling the
crack of his ass a bit on the edge of the big grey steel standard issue
desk.

Coach Fredricks gave the young man another good looking over, despairing a
bit that he he couldn't make this work.Bubba sat there, head bowed,waiting
for the final word. Nervously, he tugged a bit at the inches of foreskin
that dipped below his cockhead, kneading and stretching the thick flesh for
a moment, and then, suddenly realizing where he was, flushed a deep red and
snatched his hand away.

"Sorry, Coach", the big boy mumbled.

Jonah was getting rteally pissed, sweating buckets in the hot and steamy
room, and turning a dangerous red with frustration and anger.

"Forget that little shit, kid, although I can't help seeing that's a real
baseball bat you got hanging there. But I gotta tell you I can't use you on
the team. Even at center you keep fucking up. Why is that, Bubba?

Can you tell me why the fuck you keep screwing something as simple as
hiking the ball?"

Bubba flushed an even deeper and rosier red faced with this question from
his Coach, a man he revered and respected almost as much as he did Gabe
Tucker, his dad. Bubba was at a loss,unable to get started with an
explanation, but at that point both he and Coach were staring at his big
cock, which had begun to stir and twitch, getting thick and long.

Bubba gulped down hard and looked up at Coach Fredricks, looking him in the
eye and waiting for judgement. "Fuck all, Bubba, I can't say that I've but
one other long cock in my life that might match that freaking boner you got
going there. But I still wanna know what the hell is keeping you from
making the grade" Bubba's kept silent, and in the quiet both men just
watched as the teenager's cock thickened and grew, the foreskin drawing
back tightly, strecthing to the limit around the purple glans of the boy's
cockhead.

Bubba's muscles seemed to tighten, his whole body rippled with muscular
tension and nerves, and his tits tightened to hard dark brown points,with
drops of sweat from the showers hanging off their nipples.

"Coach, I gotta, uh Coach..."

While both men watched, transfixed, a thick and shiny tear drop of precum
filled the slot of the kid's long, thick prick, growing like a water
balloon, swelling until the slimy weight pulled it over Bubba's cockhead,
slicking a streak along the glans and draping in his crease before the
receding foreskin.

"DAMN, SHIT, FUCK, DAMN! Coach, this is fucking why I fuck up!

Damnit, every time Trigger fucking reachs under there, rubbing my nuts and
balls, even for a second, I get so freaking hard, I'm talking flag pole
stiff and hard, so forget about football, all I know is I gotta cum."

While Bubba was spilling his guts, Coach's 8 inches of thick cockpipe was
getting fat, hard and ready, and Jonah was feeling somewhat the same way
about the thick whitish jelly that would soon be erupting outta the slit
lips of his dick, that he hadda, he gotta cum NOW, but then he remembered
who and what he was.

"This ain't right."

Bubba straightened up from being hunched over, and gave up trying to hide
his thick red prong.

"One more thing, Coach. My daddy, Gabe, said not to worry'bout it, he knew
that you'd take over, but you gotta know that he'll see ya soon.  All of a
sudden, Jonah Fredricks flashed back, way back,to a memory of Gabe Tucker,
almost 20 years before ,when they both 14 and Gabe taught him a shitload of
stuff.  Jonah looked over at Bubba, naked and dripping sweat and steam,
with what had to be a 9 inch penis, twitching erect and hard and right now
drooling elastic streams of gooey precum,and Coach had to agree with the
boy.

"Fucking straight, boy, we need your dad. We both need Gabe right now.