Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2003 11:59:19 -0400
From: trunkmoose@hotmail.com
Subject: Before My Tryout

Although this story ends talking about father son sex I hope to add more
later involving a football coach and perhaps others.Also, the conversation
in this story involves hetero sex, so I'll leave it up to how you wish to
categorize it. Thanks, trunkmoose


Big Jim and I ( I'm L'il Jim) had come to the campus to meet Coach Mike
Nordstrom, head coach for the State U. football team. I was here for a one
on one workout with the Coach, to show my stuff and to see if he thought I
had what it took to make his defensive line.

Coach Nordstrom's teams usually had great seasons, once in a while going to
a bowl, but he was most famous nationally for creating great defensive
lineups, with players from his defense going on to careers with in the
pros.

For ten years or so Big Jim and I have been gearing our lives around our
dreams for me to play pro ball, and getting this coach's approval, and a
scholarship to State, was the crucial next step in our plan.

I was hyped up, my gut churning, as we drove across the deserted campus,
empty for the 4th of July weekend, heading for the coach's offices in the
fieldhouse. The day had hit 100 degrees and even with the sun setting and
the air on in the car I was a sweaty mess already, soaking through the grey
team workout tee and shorts the Coach had sent me. I had called one of the
team's assistants when the gear came to let them know that I had hit 6'4"
and 255 but he had just apologized for only having 2X sizes on hand until
fall. I had been working out in them, running and lifting and they were
just snug now, although I could still see the straps of my jock under the
sweaty material. I hoped that the Coach wouldn't be pissed when he saw that
I had cut the sleeves off the T-shirt but there was no way I could lift my
usual loads with them as tight as they were.

Big Jim could feel how tensed I was and thumped me hard in the thigh with
his fist a couple of times, with a smile that woke me up a bit.

"C'mon son, I'm glad that you're psyched up for this, it is a big moment,
but relax some, remember that Coach has been mailing you shit for a couple
of years, ever since your first big season, and he wants you here at
State".

"Yeah, Dad, but I bet I've been thinking about Coach and State and wanting
to get here a whole lot longer and harder"!

He just chuckled, threw his heavy arm over my shoulders, squeezed the
tenseness in my neck a couple of times, and rubbed his hand over my sweaty
brushcut.

"Listen, L'il Jim, you've been playing good ball since you were nine, I
give myself a little credit for that, and since junior high you have been
busting your butt and working your ass off, both during the school year and
during the summers, plus you spent all you're your school breaks doing a
grown man's work with the guys on our construction crew. You made All-State
defense as a sophomore and a junior and chances are good that next year
you'll make offense too. You have maxxed out every drill and routine I've
come up with and you've kept your grades up the whole time. If you don't
impress the hell out of Coach Nordstrom I'll be shocked, but, whatever he
thinks, I couldn't be prouder to have you as a son ."

I looked over at this big good looking guy who knew me so well, caught the
sparkle in his blue eyes, and grinned back at him, knowing he was right, I
was ready; I couldn't be more ready.

 Since my mom died when I was eight Big Jim Bronkowski had been way more
than just my Dad, he was my lifeline, my role model, and the guy who made
my life secure, loving, and positive. He had moved us back to his hometown
so I could have his family and friends to grow up with and they welcomed us
with open arms.

 Big Jim was really wide rather than tall, at first glance he may have
seemed wider than his 5'11" height. His handsome face, dark curly hair, and
deep blue eyes plus his fun loving nature made him pretty popular but as
center and captain for his high school football team (the same Cougars I
played the last three seasons for) he got the rep and the label as Big Jim
and ten years later that was still what everyone called him. And because I
spent most of my first year in town glued to his side it was no surprise
that most folks called me L'il Jim, even after I got a growth spurt when I
turned 14. I gained almost 5 inches on Dad by the time I was ready for
junior year, was already shaving daily and, having lost a school year in
the move to town, was about to turn nineteen. By now people called me L'il
Jim mostly as a joke.

In the early days though I was like a little mirror of my Dad and we
started to get into the local kid's league football as a fun thing to
share. It looked like I would be built for it, the genes for a stocky Pole
pretty evident already in my thick thighs and broad back.

I loved football from the start.  Big Jim never coached any of my early
teams, but he worked with me all the time, and even with starting his own
small construction firm he made it to all my games. He never yelled at me
when I goofed up, waiting until a day or two later to talk about it, and he
let my coaches know he didn't appreciate them getting rabid; it was a game
after all.

 It wasn't until junior high that we talked about it and I let him know I
wanted to get serious about football, at least through college. I waited
until we got back from the job site one day in late June, off season for me
ball-wise. We were sweaty, dirty, in ragged shirts and shorts, but our beat
up couch was used to abuse and so were the footstools we propped our
workboots on. Maybe the day I spent hefting loads of bricks, while good for
building up my back, started me thinking about my future.

"Big Jim", I said, trying to sound tough, " I want to play linebacker,
pro."

"L'il Jim, up till now football has been some work, but mostly fun. There's
no doubt that you are pretty good, but to reach the level we're talking
about you have to be great, and ready to reach higher and work harder than
I ever did."  "I know it, Dad, and I'm ready to work as hard as you say, to
give up anything I need to, I mean it."

"Son, think about this. You would have to keep up your grades, I still need
your help on jobs, and the workouts will get harder as you get older and I
will need to get tougher and maybe seem meaner."

I looked this big man in the eyes, the same clear blue eyes we shared, and
knew he would be the roughest on me when I needed it most and trusted him
to do his best to get me to be my best.

"Jim, there's something else we might as well talk about now. You are 11,
almost 12, and besides getting pretty husky, you are changing pretty much
all over, am I right"?

 Even with our closeness I hadn't yet had the balls, well, maybe I had the
balls, but I hadn't got up the gumption to ask Big Jim about the hair
growing around my dick and under my arms, not to mention the hard-ons I was
waking up with every morning.  My buds from school and I wouldn't be
sharing showers until school started in the fall and though I guessed
something was going on with a couple of us we hadn't talked about it. Big
Jim saw my embarrassment and couldn't help letting out a loud guffaw.

"C'mon Dad"!

"Alright, kiddo, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help noticing and I was kinda
waiting for you to say something first. I know that you start a health
studies course in the fall, and we can let this wait."

I thought about it for a second, and I knew that I couldn't wait that long
to get some answers, and after all who could I trust more than Big
Jim. Besides, Frank, Vito, and Carmine, the guys on the crew, had started
making jokes I couldn't get the jist of, and I wanted to shut them up.

"No, I want to, well, uh, first off, I'm getting a hard-on every morning
and, well I can't get rid of it until I take a leak, which is kinda hard
because its, well, its too hard." Dad was trying not to laugh again, but he
choked it back.

"L'il Jim, I'm only laughing because I remember what it was like when I was
throwing rods for the first time, and I never could have asked Pop about
it, not in those days. Let me ask you something, are you waking up
sometimes in the night feeling wet or sticky, or finding those new curlies
of yours crusty in the morning"?

I thought Dad was joking, that sounded so gross, and I guess that my
wrinkled nose and funny look let him know nothing besides hair was
happening in my crotch.

Jim Sr. looked amused again, shook his head and sighed.

"Well, buddy, what do you want first, the good news or the bad"?

"Dad, I need some good news."

"First off, all of this we are going to talk about is natural stuff, stuff

that every guy in the world goes through. I went through it when I was
around your age, and all my buddies did too. The good news is that you got
some real good feelings coming your way, some of the best feelings your
body has to offer."

I thought about running laps, lifting weights, crashing into guys during a
game, all stuff I loved, but I know that I looked puzzled.

"Yeah, well, those hard-ons, those erections that you've been getting in
the morning are your body's signal to you that you are getting ready,
basically, for sex."

I gulped, and I turned red again.

"Now don't panic, I don't mean sex with girls, although that's what I was
thinking of when I started this discussion. Before we go any further, son,
I want you to consider while we are talking about this, sex, and about
girls, that I don't really see how we can work both things into your
schedule if you really are serious about prepping for college football, and
maybe the big time."

I just nodded, totally in the dark.

Big Jim reached over on the couch where we had been having this unexpected
talk, wrapped his muscled arms around me, pulling me over in a big hug,
squeezing me until I grunted, "Dad"!

"I can't help it, L'il Jim, you are still such a kid, a great kid, and I
just hope it lasts. Anyway, getting back to sex and stuff, your morning
hard-ons are usually just you having to take a piss, but your full bladder
kicks off the same trigger that getting horny, getting the urge to have
sex, does. You are probably rubbing your dick around on the sheets without
realizing it, and that gets the rod going. I'll tell you want I do, if I've
got a pisshard and I don't want to break it off trying to pee without
spraying it around. I turn on the water in the basin, and try to finish
brushing my teeth without pissing. Usually, it works, although a lot of
times after the rod is gone I've gotta piss in the sink before I'm finished
brushing my teeth."

"Dad, I live with you, and I've never seen you do anything like piss in the
sink, and besides, that's messed up, I use that sink too."

I was looking at Big Jim in a new light at this point, and I wondered what
would come next.

"Anyway, Dad, what does that have to do with sex and these good feelings"?

"Well, tell me what you know about pussy, a women's vagina."

I was getting more comfortable talking about this but thinking about what
guys had told me about pussy gave me some funny feelings, and I told Big
Jim that I felt a little weird.

"Kiddo, just let me lay it out. A women's vagina, her pussy or cunt, is
where you put your cock when you are having sexual intercourse, and pussies
can all be different, like guy's cocks are big or small, cunts can be tight
or loose, hairy or not so, sweet or sour, and so on. And to get your cock
up into her cunt it has to be hard, which why you get erections. You are
just getting hornier as you get older and soon you'll be throwing rods all
the time, when the urge hits you, and when you least expect it. That the
bad news, buddy, that until you are 80 or 90, your hard-on will have mind
of its own. Shit, I wore a jock from 5th grade until I married your mom,
just trying to keep a handle on my dick. In fact, if you get some funny
feelings down there just talking about pussy and stuff with me, some extra
stiffness in your wiener or anything, don't get hyper, its totally cool,
most guys would."

I laid my head back on the couch, trying to take this all in, but I knew
that I'd finally heard some stuff I could use and I was trying to digest
it. We had both forgotten about dinner at this point, this conversation was
too important, but Dad got up to get me a soda and him a beer, and, I
figure to give me a moment. Thinking up questions, I unlaced and pulled off
my workboots and funky socks and stretched out. Dad came back and settled
down, gave me my coke, saying,

"Great idea, my feet are killing me", and popped open his beer.

"OK, Jim, I know that you got some questions now."

"Yeah, for sure- in no particular order, why would you want to put your
dick, even if it was hard, in, um, in a pussy, and what do you mean sweet
or sour, and girls pussies are really hairy, and what do you mean guys
cocks are big or small, aren't they all the same"? And I wasn't even gonna
ask him about my dick getting stiffer, although I could feel it growing
toward the side of my cut-offs.

"All right, most important question first, and this is all about the great
body feelings I mentioned before. Jim boy, when you put your hard cock up a
women's pussy, if everything is going right, its going to slip and slide
around, just naturally you're gonna want move it up and down, and sooner or
later, your cock is gonna kinda explode and shoot out this creamy white
stuff into her pussy, that's the stuff that makes babies, and that is how
your mom and I made you. Now, don't let that part freak you out, that's a
long way off yet for you, but pretty soon, I'm guessing, that part where
your dick feels really good, like its going to explode or piss something
out, isn't too far away."

"White, creamy stuff, Dad, coming out of my penis, and how good are we
talking about feeling"?

"Damn, son, I'm not sure when this going to start for you, and now that we
have talked about it I know that you are going to be frustrated, wondering.

Shit, I was already cumming when I was your age, and I had my first wet
dream when I was ten."

At this point Big Jim sighed again, but looking over at me his eyes widened
when he noticed the lump laying under my shorts.

"Dad, you did say I might get hard talking about this, I think that I'm as
hard as I get, and what's a wet dream"?

"Its ok , Jim,yeah you do look a little stiff there, which makes me think
this talk didn't come too early. Well, the white stuff, cum or jism we call
it, or sperm, the stuff that makes babies, is made in your balls and when
you hit 11 or twelve, well, sometimes, if you don't masturbate, while your
sleeping your body will get horny, you'll get hard and usually have some
sexy dreams, and the cum will shoot out, getting you wet and sticky, and we
call that a wet dream."

"What do you mean, masturbate"?

"L'il Jim, well, not so little anymore, from where I'm looking, most guys
don't talk about masturbation but what I'm telling you now is the truth, we
all do it, probably until we're dead, married or not, girlfriend or not,
because it feels so damn good and its so easy to do. Masturbation is
rubbing your cock until you cum, until the jism shoots out, and it feels
great, although until you are old enough you can rub it so feels good but
no cum shoots out.

Jim, be honest with me, you have never taken your hand and rubbed your cock
like we are talking about?"

Now, in the last few minutes, my mind had gone through a world of change,
and sex stuff I could never figure out before suddenly made sense, and it
especially made sense to my dick, throbbing like never before in my
jockeys. I couldn't figure out what to say to Dad, though.

"Dad, I, uh..., I never did it before, but I really, I uh.., I want to try
it, but I'm really scared about the exploding jism part."Dad gave my
shoulder a friendly shove, said,"No big deal, we're buds, we'll work
something out", and he got up and went into the downstairs bathroom, where
I could hear him taking a noisy leak. He swung by the kitchen on his way
back, to grab another beer, and guzzled half of it on his way in. Standing
in front of me, looking serious but friendly, he said, "Jim, I want you to
know that this is a one time thing we're gonna do, and we won't talk about
it again, but I think that you could use some help, and I damn well wish
that I could have gone to someone when I was your age and be this upfront
and honest with them, and find out some things with a friend."

Before he sat back down, Big Jim pulled his dirty shirt over his head,
unbuttoned the top of his cut-offs, pointing at me to do the same. The
sweat of our workday made the air pretty funky but I was used to it.

"Hang on to that shirt, you might need it. Before we go any further, I
might as well ask you, one of the changes your body is going through might
mean your nipples, your tits are getting sore a bit, kinda tender"?

I had never really checked out Dad's chest before, I mean I knew that he
muscles and stuff, but now I was looking up close at his nipples, which
were like dark half dollars with erasers in the middle. And I knew what he
meant about my tits, my quarter size nipples had been rubbing against my
shirt, getting sore but sometimes getting stiff, and I nodded at Dad.

"Well, another thing that most guys won't admit is that their nips can feel
good, especially if you play with them a bit while you masturbate," and Dad
reached up with his calloused work hands and started stretching and tugging
on his nipples, working them gently until their eraser tips were sticking
way out. I had pretty much figured out where Dad was heading with this, and
I was nervous, and,for the first time I guess, seriously horny now, but I
loved him for the generous move he was making.

"Before we get down to business, Jim, I want you to know that even though
I've heard of other guys in high school doing this with their buddies, its
not something I ever did, and after tonight, I don't want you to consider
it. But I think that you have been missing out on something great, and I
don't want you to be frightened the first time you cum, so let's shuck our
shorts, have a good, healthy jerk-off, and then lets get some grub and hit
the hay, whaddya say"?

"Sounds great, Dad, but you might have to talk though it a bit."

"That's what I'm here for son, but I don't mind telling all this talk about
sex has got me in the mood too."

I was reaching for my zipper but Dad beat me and was already sliding his
shorts down the hairy trunks of his legs, and I stopped, stunned. WOW! was
all I could think, was that really a cock like mine; it didn't seem to be
anything like my penis, it was huge, with this heavy curl of dark skin like
a elephant's trunk closed up and hanging off the end, and below a dark,
curly hairy bush were two fleshy pink tennis balls drooping toward the
couch.

Dad was stretching out and the creature between his legs quivered a bit,
like it was waking up when he noticed that I had frozen up.

"Hey, c'mon Jim, don't leave me naked by my lonesome here, I might get
shy. Besides, from that lump in your pants I would guess that you are well
on your way to getting a chunk of meat like this, so strip down and let's
go."

I got my shorts down and my pink hard-on slammed up against my gut for a
second as I sat back, and then vibrated upright into the air, looking
thick, and I gotta tell you, feeling great, but nothing like my dad's, my
cockhead a dark pink but looking skinned compared to his, and my egg sized
balls were practically hairless.

"Hey, get over it, kiddo, you have a real beauty there, why don't you try
what I'm doing, you're a lefty like me, right, so grab your balls with one
hand, pull, and scratch them lightly, while you tug on the head of your
dick, yeah, that's it, I can tell it feels good from the look on your
face."

We both did this for a while, and I was learning to vary my rhythm, but I
was keeping a good eye on my dad and his dick. It was like watching a cool
movie, he squeezed his cock gently for a bit, and the he started to slide
that elephant skin back and forth a little at a time, until I could see the
piss hole of a dark purple cockhead showing gradually through the tube of
flesh. He had his other hand burrowing down under his balls, pulling on
them, and the reaching back under them, grunting some and breathing
heavily. Once in a while he would move back to his tits, and while he used
both hands, flicking the ends of his nipples, he stared down at his big
cock, watching that skin tube slide back as his piece got stiffer until
almost the whole head was showing, just catch on thick, wide rim. At this
point I noticed some shiny, juicy looking stuff start to edge my dad's
pisshole.

"Is that it, Big Jim, is that your cum"?

"Nope, son, that mother nature's slick stuff, to make things slippery and
feeling good, we call it precum, and while some guys will use handcream or
vaseline, if you got enough of this slime, I think it's the best, and I
usually have a lot, that little bit beginning to drip out is just the
start."

"Dad, maybe my dick will get big like yours someday but what is that skin
you got, that looks like it would feel good sliding up and down."

"Jim, it's a big regret of mine that I didn't tell the doctor to leave
yours on, but in the excitement of you being born, I forgot. Its my
foreskin, all guys are born with them but get them cut off at birth. And
you're damn right, it does feel good sliding until my dick gets to hard to
make it go up and down.

A lot of folks think foreskins get dirty, but I wash it every morning,
although by now it gets a little funky, you might have noticed."

I did smell something but I liked it, it made me hornier. We both worked
our dicks for awhile, and I loved the sound of our flesh and our heavy
breathing.

Dad.s cock was really drooling that shiny slime by now, slicking up his
hard-on until a little sticky clump was forming at the base of his meat.
His hand was gripping real hard, turning his whole cock purplish, and if I
didn't didn't know better I would have said his other hand was digging in
his butt.

"Dad, why.."

Not now,uh,Jim, you remember I said explode, uh, mmm, well, just,uh,
watch"!

I was watching! Dad stretched out until he was practically in the air,
twisting one nipple so hard that it had to hurt, and jerking his cock
toward the ceiling, and then, grunting real loud, jerked it, once ,twice,
and on the third mean tug, these fat, long streamers of white glop shot out
of his wide open pisshole, flying a couple of feet in the air, three, four,
five of them, and landing back on his chest and stomach in wet splats. For
a minute, he just stayed like that, totally stretched, and then, with the
biggest, most relaxed grin I'd ever seen on his face, exhaled a long breath
and slumped to the couch.

Damn, I wanted to do that, and I attacked my dick a lot harder, but even
though my cock was a piece of red steel and I was breathing real heavy, I
didn't feel an explosion coming on.

"Hey, son, don't hurt yourself, I just wanted you to get the idea, you
probably aren't ready to cum yet, give it time."

"No way, Dad, I want to do this, I need to, I really need to, I can't stop
now, and you said you were cumming when you were my age."

"Everyone's different, son."

'No dad, not yet, I just need to work up some of that slime, that precum,
to slick up my hard-on," and kept working my meat, now with both hands.

Dad watched me for a bit, his dick hanging there half out of his skin,
shiny and relaxed, until he gave me a pitying look.

"Alright, son, let's try this, before you wear the skin off,but just this
once,for real." And I watched dad as he took his hand and started to scoop
up the clumps of cum he had unloaded. His jism had lost some of its
whiteness, looking clear and runnier but still slimy, and he had to smear
his chest and belly hair a bit, but he managed to get a good sized puddle
into his hand.

"Lay back, Jim, and put your hands at your sides."

I did as he said and watched, holding my breath, as he reached toward my
rigid cock with his hand full of cum.

As he closed his strong, calloused fingers around the head of my prick my
head snapped back onto the couch, and I focused on the best feeling I had
ever known, the still warm sperm of my father slicking down my dick.

He moved his hand slowly at first, covering me down to my balls, and then
gripping me harder with his fingers and rotating as he went up and down,
gradually faster, and once in a while squeezing hard as he went up over the
top of my crown, casing my whole body to jerk, and stopping once to rub the
hole on top.

"Holy shit, kid, I think you really are working up some juice, whaddya say
we wrap this up"?

I opened my eyes, still in shock at the sight of my dad's slick fist
working my cock and I could only nod.

He smiled and started really going up and down fast, and I could feel my
stomach muscles tightening and my breath started to come in gasps, and the
he looked me right in the eyes, grinning, and I felt his other hand slide
onto my balls, and slip down to my butthole where one finger gently but
firmly squirmed its way a few inches into my hole, and lightening struck, I
hollered FUCK!, and lava shot out of my dick in short, hot frantic bursts,
hitting me with wetness on my face and chest and stomach, and everything
went black for a second.

By the time I came back to reality I could hear Dad in the kitchen but I
just lay there like a lump, grateful and full of wonder.

"Burgers, ok, L'il Jim"? he called.


MORE ABOUT MY TRYOUT WITH COACH NORDSTROM IN A WHILE