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?"