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A NiFTy LiTTLe TALe 11 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Having finished up their split omelet, Kevin led his young protege out the rear entrance of the house, down a few steps from the porch, across the lawn, via several circular stepping stones and before Jason could react, he took a running leap, his head splashing into the pool.
Speechless, Jason responds, "Wow!"
Not really having watched Olympic diving the way a judge would, he did know how a man's bod could cut through water without a splash. Because the prof was first man in, it was easy to pick up on this.
Kevin spit out water. "Next?"
Making the effort, with the `pro-look', Jason chickened out the last minute and cannonballed his way in. He managed to swim underwater, using the faint sight of flesh his guide. Popping his head above the surface, he says, "How do you like my dive?" even though his mind was on Kevin's blurry pubes!
"Dive? I ain't never seen a `dive' like that?"
Jason rephrases it, "Ok. So how did you like my jump?"
"Nice jump. Ready for a brisk swim?"
He wasn't sure, but followed Kevin's lead, swimming across the whole length of the pool.
Turning his head around, halfway back, Kevin yells out, "And back?"
Waiting at the other side, Kevin faked a few yawns, saying, as Jason came in to port, "I'm glad you decided to make it back today!"
"Hey, it's not like I've been doing this all my life, you know Kevin?"
"I can tell, but I was impressed by your last few feet... your doggie paddle?"
Side swiping right past Kevin, Jason hefts himself up at the edge, like an acrobat, doing a midair turnaround and plopping his wet ass on the edge of the pool.
"Hmm, how convenient!" Kevin quips, looking up at Jason's cock and balls, wet and deflated.
Flinging himself up to the edge, Jason makes it a point to lean over, take in the view between Kevin's legs, "Amazing how small it looks when it's all wet like that?"
"Ready for a run?"
"Do I like, have a choice?" Jason says to himself, a wet spot on the pavement next to him.
"None!" Kevin yells back.
"Hell yeah!" Jason responds to what he sees ahead of him! How different Kevin' looked, wet, as opposed to his trio of manhood flopping around as he ran. He giggled because it felt funny, balls bouncing around, his cock responding, like his balls owned his cock. Only time he spent outdoors without clothing, was one hallowe'en, guys of all ages running through the downtown in only jockstraps. It wasn't the same. Sure there was a little movement, but nothing like now, feeling his anatomy skirt back and forth, slapping against his thighs. Coupled with the visual, Kevin's ass a yard in front of him, once in awhile catching a glimpse of his cock or balls, between his legs, Jason found it very' erotic!
"I thought I left you in my dust?" Kevin asks.
Rather than dwell on his athletic abilities, Jason chooses something more risque, "You sure look a lot different from the side, as opposed to the back?!"
"Thank you Dr. Freud, uh, you don't like my ass?" Kevin says between breaths.
Unlike Kevin, Jason paced himself with breathing and stops. Bending half over, he places hands on his thighs and breathes heavily, replies, "I don't want... to... put myself in a... position, where..."
Stepping behind Jason, Kevin puts his hands in between Jason's arms and sides, right at the pits, "Hmm," he had thoughts, but kept it professional, "stand up and breathe."
Inadvertently, Kevin stood a little too close.
"I like your therapy there, coach!" Jason replies, turning his head around to address his new tri coach.
Probably Kevin was thinking it too, their faces so close, close enough to...
"Yes," while on the subject, "and remember to call me that around the others?"
"Ok, uncle!"
"Next mile?"
Watching Kevin take off, Jason condemns, "Why is he punishing me?!"
Running afters boys, okay, but Jason wasn't equipped to do all of this long distance stuff. One thing he caught onto very quickly was to `breathe'.
Finally catching up to Kevin, sexually leaning up against a tree trunk, he asks, "What took ya?"
Seeing right through him or so as he thought, Jason says, "You did that on purpose!"
"Did what?" Kevin moves the blade of straw from one side of his mouth to the other.
"Ran ahead, so you could park your ass against the tree and watch my cock and balls bounce around as I came toward you?"
"Oh man! You saw right through me! Next?"
"Oh shit, Kevin, I mean uncle', I mean coach!'" Jason yells at him, already running ahead.
However when he caught up to Kevin, he was at the corner of the garage, two bicycles leaning against one of the doors.
"I'm feeling kind of sweaty," Jason fondled his sweaty balls. "Don't we get to swim again?"
"Ride first, wet ourselves down later. Ready?" Kevin tosses Jason a helmet.
"What's this?" Jason asks, something falling out of the helmet.
"When we go public, we dress like we're in public?"
"Not bad," Jason said, stepping into the spandex cycling pants. Looking down, he smiles, seeing exactly what he's feeling, outlines of his lower anatomy.
"Ready?" Kevin says.
"Wait for me! Like, I don't know where I'm going, Kevin?"
Too, Kevin was all decked out in his bike pants when Jason reached the garage. He didn't need to step into elastic!
Because he was sweaty, for Jason not only was it tough to pull the pants up, but how to fit all of it inside!
He knew Kevin exited down the short grading, but when he got to the gate, didn't know which way he went. Rolling the bike out on the deserted road, he was about in the middle. A car coming down the road made him move to the side. In the distance it looked like Xeno. Closer, it was Xeno!
Unrolling the driver's window, Xeno says, "Nice bike! Where'd you get it?"
"Dah, Xeno, I ran over to Lance Armstrong's house and stole it out of his garage!"
"Hey!"
"Oh shit, Kevin!" Jason slaps a hand over his left pec, "you scared the hell out of me!"
"I've been up the road and back already. Where were you?"
"Where was I? Trying to stuff my junk into these tight pants?"
"Looks... `nice'," Xeno makes comment, licking his lips!
"Got another bike?" Xeno asks.
Jason shoots to him, "You know how to ride without training wheels, Xeno?"
"Don't mind him," Kevin says to Xeno. "There's another in the garage."
Knowing some inside info on Xeno, how he looks naked, Jason poses the question, "Do they make these skimpy shorts in XXXL?"
"What do you want for nothin'?"
They had a lovely conversation waiting for Xeno, centering around their anatomy, comparing a bike short to a speedo, coming to the conclusion it wasn't the size of the garment which mattered, but the size of...
"How do I look?"
"Oh my god, Xeno!" Jason says.
Kevin was keeping his opinion quiet!
With changing into the bike shorts, Xeno matched the others, stripping off the shirt.
About all that bod hair, Kevin says, "Don't anybody light a match!"
However, Jason right at the prof's side, says, "You should talk, coach? Beep!"
"Oh shit, don't do that!" Kevin reprimands.
Xeno laughs his ass off. He knows exactly how it feels when Jason tweaks up a guy's nips!
About a mile up the road, Jason was wrinkling up a nostril, thinking about how much Xeno was showing off, riding quite a ways up the road and then doubling back. He got all the praise from Kevin. Himself, none!
Jason did make comment once, "I must be a little rusty. I haven't ridden a bike since I was sixteen, ya know?"
A few miles up the road, they hit their first hill.
"Oh c'mon guys!" Jason yells at them, Xeno and Kevin taking off like they had `Superman' legs.
Jason, he had to get off his bike and walk, cursing himself for ever becoming involved in all this. Of course, with this type of thinking, it brought back memories of him and Xeno last night. Not exactly the part where they both made each other hard and shot their loads, but the part afterwards, unlawfully accessing the Manfredi database. "Uncle!" he said out loud, like he was cursing himself. It was the boost of energy he needed, laughing out loud at his own perfect deception, "Why did I have to pick him?!" Such memory morphed into how Kevin did his own doctoring up. Then, coupling with his predicament now, Jason returns to being grumpy.
Making the summit, he curses Kevin out, "Some uncle you turned out to be!"
"Oh yes," Xeno says, "everyone is so jealous of you, Jason!"
"Jealous? Of what?"
"It's all over campus, how..." Xeno looks at their coach, "you and the science professor are tight?"
"Oh really?" Kevin says, asking, "How do you mean that Xeno?"
"I don't know how Xeno means it, but these bike shorts are really strangling my balls!" Jason says.
"Just do this!" Xeno says, pulling his shorts down, parking them under his balls. "Gives them a breather!"
The other two look down, Jason `venting', airing out his junk, balls looking larger than life, lassoed in by the elastic waistband, as if there were a rubber band around the base of the whole works!
Kevin was used to all three being cramped up, but didn't mind the other two, working through the cramps, with Xeno's idea.
"Coverup fellas," Kevin warns, "truck coming."
"Like oh my god!" Jason finds further turmoil. It must've been the wind, though there didn't seem to be any, next blaming it on the sun, causing his cock and balls to expand, further making it tough as hell to stuff it all back in, "It's all your fault, Xeno!"
"If I can do it, you can!"
Jason, Kevin as well, found it tough to conceal, Xeno's big balls filling the lower part of the pouch, his cock running horizontally along the top.
"Yeah, if Xeno can do it, you can!"
Jason didn't think what Kevin said came out right, "Are you saying Xeno is bigger than me?"
"That's what I'm saying and would you hurry and stuff your junk back in before that truck reaches us, please?"
"What truck?" Jason had forgotten, turning around. "Oh shit!" he says, realizing he had also faced the oncoming truck with his bared crotch!
Pulling right up alongside them, a window unrolls on the passenger side. From inside the cab they hear, "Need some help?"
Kevin just smirked. He knew this guy, have seen him around campus, even though he attended the university. He was almost sure he wrestled for the college team. Looking for confirmation, out of curiosity, he asks, "You wrestle for the university?"
"Top wrestler!" he boasts.
Maybe Kevin and Jason didn't have much of an interest, but possibly wifi-ed into the driver's brain, Xeno asks, "I'm into wrestling myself," even though his last wrestling match was with his little brother, "but right now into biking!"
Xeno hoped it was enough for a flirt!
"I used to do some biking," the trucker replies, even though it wasn't on a road, but trying to impress his little brother, doing some dirt-biking back home, in the back hills of Kentucky.
How it ended up, Kevin and Jason would forge ahead, Xeno throwing his bike in the back of the truck, heading back to Kevin's place for one of the several spare bikes he had and when they caught up, Xeno and Kev would meet them up the road.
Meet them they did, up the hill and down the other side, coasting into the edge of town, a little country cafe.
Outdoors they sat among several circular tables, munching on pastries and drinking ice tea, Jason saying, "About time you guys got here. What were you doing?" which was a trick question!
Xeno answers, not precisely the answer Jason would want to hear, "This is Kev Fitzgerald. He wasn't bad on the hill."
"I pooped out on the last few feet, but had no problem on the coast down!"
"Um, like I don't have any cash," Xeno says, only thing on his person, in his `front pocket', the bulge!
"That's okay," Jason replies, "the owner knows..." he almost slipped with, Kevin', instead, resorting to coach', deems him, "Uncle Kevin."
Kevin just rolls his eyes, wondering how long all of this `uncle' business is going to last!
"Oh, you're the one," Kev says, sitting down on a chair.
Xeno takes up the other, "He's the `one' what?"
Kev replies, looking to Professor Leeds, "He's your uncle."
"I don't know what everyone is making such a big deal about it," Jason replies. "So he's my uncle?"
Kevin speaks up, "I think, `nephew', it being known we are related, makes it a big deal, like guys will flock to be your friend, especially if they are in my classes, to get to me, though you and me both know their tactics will be fruitless?"
"I don't make friends that way!" Jason declares.
Xeno pipes up, "Of course not, Jason. Everybody knows you pick your friends because they have big cocks and balls?!"
It was a joke, but it backfires, Kev Fitzgerald saying, "Like you think there's any other reason why you and me are friends, Xeno?"
Xeno jumped back, taking his chair with him, feeling Kev's foot between his legs.
"Careful there, Kev," Kevin cautions, "Xeno looks like he's ready to bust out of that spandex any minute!"
He had a feeling, back at the garage, changing out of his street clothes, into the bike shorts, but Kev wasn't sure, but now with the confirmation, "I'm definitely on the triathlon team!"
He was forgetting one thing, this being the Manfredi team, but Coach put that thought to rest, "Yes, Manfredi is in negotiations with the university, since so few of our boys are interested in triathlon. You ever do a Warrior Run, Kev?"
Glancing to Xeno, all that luscious fur, not that Kev didn't have a pallet of mixed fur gracing his own chest and stomach, replies, "I love to get all muddied-up!"
"You have?" Xeno clears up Kev's vague answer for all.
"Twice. Love it. Almost barenaked and getting all dirty. Awesome feeling!" Exclaiming the joy, Kev's hands paw up and down his own sweaty bod fur.
6'5, Kev Fitzgerald was a gargantuan of a man, but Xeno was no slender, short specimen either. Both bulky in appearance, graced with plenty of man-fur, they seemed to almost match, like twins.
Feeling the outsider, except for sweating, the only thing gracing the front of his bod, the thin treasure trail, Jason, felt out of place for that reason, thinking himself not as rugged, "Maybe you should trim some of that stuff off?"
"This, Jason?" Xeno pulls a little of his fur from his stomach. "Never!"
"You can say that again!" Kev replies, him and Xeno slapping right palms together in union.
Getting up, their coach says, "Well, we've got two more hills, then double back. Let's go!"
Xeno complains, "But we didn't have our donut!"
"I think they have enough fat to burn. What do you think, Jason," adding, "`beep?'"
"Uh, sure," Jason replies.
"Beep? What do you mean, beep?" Kev says.
Xeno could only laugh as Kev stands.
"Oh-shit!" Kev gives out a quick sigh, like coach, his hands over his pecs, after Jason `beeped' him!
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Copyright 2012 T. Chase McPhee
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