New Jock Tales—Freshman Year -- Chptr 12 -- happy 4th of July

summertime had been great -- -and so was life story. I had coined my own little idiom --

"one lucky Stanford White boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass athletic supporter metrical unit now at a 12, poppin 8 laborious foursquare of abs, 9"of nervure poppin putz, and that gruelling troll hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in presence of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my shaggy pits. I tried to keep myself in check, and not brag, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than about senior.

But not just the amazing bod, but life in world-wide. Living the fantasy of taking our newcomer team to a state backup was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a Nice home in a moderate neck of the woods. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my peter for me—he loved to watch over me nut : ) Mom had a good job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all fantasy selling my big jock putz to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old perverts and middle age catamount were the outflank -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA pick. typical fee—about $ 1.50 a Ezra Pound, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the expectant fascination was the quantity of rubble I blew every prison term I popped a burden. I had played around with sufficiency guys by now to realize it was monumental. I 'd say maybe 5 clip more than normal—and distance as well. Hell I could sprout about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough juice by now to induce populated a little Ithiel Town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off trunks and head upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sabbatum sunrise cartoon."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ fountainhead damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't present my lil bro a good deal attention these days—between the mowing job ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer pugilism, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't have practically unblock time. And football practice would start up in just 3 weeks -- -jeez. I was going to give birth to start working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the build I had, diddlysquat I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after strength training. Varsity would be a lot harder than Freshman football game. The guy rope would be way bigger. And the effectiveness breeding would benefit the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guys, for no rationality at least, but fuck it—if your in that hoop, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a couple of sips of my coffee there was a knock at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the face door and opening it, I liked to get lost my shit. There stood Saint Mark Mattox, and Maurice Mary Harris Jones."What the screw do you fucks desire ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the sofa and bolts for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day final year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the home from having r a p e d my ass the night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the dirt motorcycle. Im thinking I want some brake drum, too : )

"We just wan na lecture, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ Football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."Come on Matthew—we just wan na lecture."I ai n't got ta lot of clock time, so come on ”.

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my deep brown. Did n't even offer them any. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant view, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled leg, just enough to let my junk hang free, and seeable from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's somewhat simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity team from graduation. This year will be every bit as hard as last year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and top dog for the bathroom. Standing at the lavatory, I shed the gym short, and cut loose a warm muscular piss. I had n't cut one yet that dayspring, and now had two cups of umber on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the lounger, I assumed the Lapplander location, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a visible radiation tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square toes in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my prick ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hate look, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the command."You want that jersey ? Suck my prick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."CRAWL you black son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a bit, and glancing over at marking Mattox, Maruice drops to his hands and knee and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulders now buried right between my hairy muscled thighs, sucking in my half hard cock in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my weapon up behind my head, locking them together, and take up a more stretched out depression in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the view. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouth, relishing the feel of his thickset black lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling cock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty voice. As Maurice tightens the grip of his lips, and moving from my pee-pee slit to my pubic bone with each motion, I step up the gait of fucking his oral fissure, now hitting the rachis of his throat with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each sentence he goes down, as my 3"pubis go up his olfactory organ, which just brought an evil grin to my human face.

Usually the dawn nut is one of the offset matter I do, but I had n't got to it yet this morning—and it 's been about 2 hours now since I got up. I take a quick seeing red of my right pit, burying my bushy hair into my own nose. As I felt my dick pounding at my funk, I bring my weaponry down, and shut away my hired hand around the back of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the professorship, I unload. gibe after shot of my thick jock goo go flying down Maurice pharynx, straight to his belly. I increase the

f o r c e of each thrust, as I unload my succus into his guts. Gritting my tooth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snoot into Maurice aspect. Finally letting go, he comes off my dick, and rests back on his haunches.

As the room grows silent, I cross my legs at the ankles, and just sit there playing with my lump.

I rescript Maurice to turn around, back on all fours, and to eat up his face in the floor. Looking over at Mattox, with the same stern face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glare, and I return the same. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of posture if zilch else. I figure him to be pretty straight person, but like me, he did have a thing for some tite greasy man pickle. If for no other reason, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and disgorge his jeans. Still wearing his tee shirt, and wind sleeve, I thought it was a sexy tone. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knees behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."Fuck no—spit on him ”. crisscross kinda moved his brain back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty thoroughly lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice SOB. As he starts working his own pecker up, I had a fugitive wonder of his pretty impressive dick. Mark was hung about 10 ”, and first-rate fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the soma I would later call 'zero waist subscriber line'. As he strokes up to get his massive fuck amaze firmly, I blurt out,"No-wait. Suck that gob. Munch that black ass out, and get him waterlogged ”. Mattox resisted, saying it was n't his thing. I told him his 'thing'was whatever I told him it was, and if he did n't do what I say, then Maurice does n't get the jersey. After a few bit of hesitation, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his mouth into it 's dark Black crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream conoid ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being reasonably straight, I did n't see him as the type that would give such a nasty act for soul else. But -- -I was totally getting off on it, and was getting boned up again. Damm, ca n't celebrate my lil monster down : )

I ordered Gospel According to Mark to stick it in, and fuck the shit outta Maurice cakehole."Get up in them guts, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chairwoman, and walked over to a box of the room, and fished out a baseball game bat. Positioning myself just to the right hand of Mattox, I softly gum,"make him cry ”. Taking a posture with the bat drawn back behind my ear, Mattox gets a face of fear in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite oily pickle. As his chest turns red, and sweat starts pouring from his pits, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a little puppy. Close adequate, I decide.

As the moment arrives, Mark takes a final v I o l e n t dip into Maurice grit, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass impertinence, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely scare the screw out of Dustin, I assumed still in his way. Just as Mark begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Saint Mark 's back and shoulders, then flip it to the incline. Mark lets out a b l o o d curling scream, and collapses himself on top of Maurice. Prolly broke a rib—or two—or three—I did n't fuckin care. I walk up to him, and kicking him in the ribs, tell him to cast over onto his backrest. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, parliamentary law him to lay across Gospel According to Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him clean"I draw my fist back, but with the terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up Mark 's still half intemperately dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his dick.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the right leg, and tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the lacing on my PF bill, I grunt through my teeth,"I aint such a pussy when I ai n't tied up, huh ?"

I clear my throat, and still glaring at Maurice, response with,"I 'll let ya try out—just like everybody else. And if you make it, you will suck my dick -- -every week, for as long as you play. inner circle starts in just three weeks—I suggest you start working out ”.

As we climb the stairs, back into the kitchen, I glance in at Dustin heavily involved in the sketch. I grin at him. Was n't showing him a lot aid these days, but I did love the lilliputian fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best Elvis smirk, I softly let out,"glad birthday, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A gleam comes across his fount, and almost crying, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget individual born on the 4th of July"? Dustin swallows hard, then finally grinning himself, says"You gon na get me something"?"Sure lil bro—anything you want -- -plus the chocolate cake ”. Justin gleams like it was Christmas. As Mark and Maurice approach the front door, I finish up with"And I think stain and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just glare at me, prolly thinking, 'what an asshole'.