I cried from the shame. I liked it so much and it was so wrong. Uncle Ted started to pull out of me and turned me around cumming all over my ass. Slap...ing my ass with his dick, flicking the remaining cum out. After Uncle Ted quietly left the room…did he feel shame like I did? In the morning I had classes and while I was leaving the house I saw a note from Uncle Ted that just said Im sorry – Ted. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I didnt know what it was but it didnt feel good. After classes I. "Do you want any help for the last few weeks of drills?" I asked. "I'd be glad to come around and work with the receivers."Jake laughed. "Sure, we can use more help running things." More?" I asked."Ed helped at the last two practices. Jeremy showed up on Thursday," Jake explained. "We can't keep you guys away, can we?" It's football," I replied. "It's what we do."Jake went over the details. We met at the same practice field as we had for the last five years – three pm on Tuesdays and. I fired up Portal, it was older but still one of my favorite games.Soon, I discovered that my reflexes were going to be anything butlightning. Losing your muscle memory is a difficult thing to describe. Imagine all the tiny little motions you make throughout the day, thingsyou've done hundreds of times. Things that don't take any effort at allto do, like tying your shoes, or even chewing food. Nothing wasautomatic for me anymore, every movement I made required consciouseffort, which slowed. I grabbed a generous amount of lube from the dispenser and coated the hard cock with it, then grabbed an even more generous dollop and put it up and around my ass. It was cold, and sent shivers down my spine as I breathed in what I was about to do. Yes. I turned around, putting my middle finger partway up my ass in order to keep it open and reaching back with my left hand to grab the big dick. After poking around for a second, I felt a slight stretching and knew the cock had found its mark, and.