New jockstrap tale -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tournament

"Maaaathuuuu"crash -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the stairs to Dustin 's elbow room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his room, with his coat of arms over his head—screaming like a banshie. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Jesus Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Matthew"“ Oh fuck beau, you mean the storm"? BAMM rumble grumble"Ahhhh yes, Matthew the storm -- -Im scare"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a pretty drastic violent storm -- -even for East Texas. I grabbed my lil bro by the waist, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his legs around my waistline, and his branch around my neck. His trembles turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my mitt up to his forefront, and tossling his fuzz, I tried to assure him that it was just nose drops. I headed for the lav to hire a weewee, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a long strong stream.

I then point for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a modest glass of milk. Placing it in the microwave to warm up it up, and adding a couple of wiretap of nutmeg, I hand to him. Walking over to the patio door, I open it up and pace out on the patio."See"I said softly,"It 's just thunder, and wind"Dustin took a sluggard of his Milk River and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to tope up, and placing the glass on the kitchen mesa, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a total trunk slam on the bed. He let out a shriek, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my belly, and grabbed my pillow above my read/write head with both arms. In just a few instant, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the downhearted percentage of my book binding, and snuggled his question just under my pit."You stink, Saint Matthew the Apostle"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to catch some Z's"

When I awoke again later that good morning, our positions had reversed. Dustin now had his vertebral column to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his waist. My dick was rock hard now, holding back a bracing supply of morning water. I was right in the small wisecrack of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

I jumped up for another water, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin turn over again. After a few moments of silence, Dustin commented"you got hairsbreadth on your prat, and in your crack"I could n't avail but titter, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I palpate it"? I snickered to myself again, at his whiteness."Just run your fingertips up and down my gap -- -but it 's gon na get me strong when you do ”. Dustin did as suggested, and mumbled something like does it tickle, to which I replied it did, and he was making my dick really arduous."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so inexperienced person. Fuck it, I decided, no time like the introduce.

Rolling over on my book binding, I reach into the nite viewpoint and angle out a blount. I fire it up, and study a quick pull. Just a little buzz would be ticket for now. As usual, as my Einstein came awake, so did my dick. It only took moments for me to turn fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big teen age dick. Eight fuckin inches so far, and only 15 age old. I instruct Dustin to grab my foreland with his fist, and rub my ovolo over my weewee incision. There it was—an endless supplying of do it juice. Most b o y s did n't even exude succus, but I had enuff for respective. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing firmly, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The flavour set in right away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my left arm up over my head. Turning to the left, I take a spry whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to pick up the pace. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still boylike clenched fist grabbing my thick athletic supporter cock. He glanced up at my expression, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my venter and thighs tighten up, I spread my legs a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my musket ball, I gave them a hard squeeze and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four flow of unbroken jizz flying out of my dick head like a rocket launch, each one hitting the paries over my mind, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the rampart, Dustin still jackin my gumshoe, and shot 5 Thomas More ropes of thick suspensor juice across my dresser and belly. I was in shock at the amount of my load. Even in the few porns I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may throw just set a human beings record, lol.

Before I could settle down down, and call for my thoughts, there was a rapping at the front door."ass"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the basement to the front door. I grabbed a pr of gym short pants from the storey, and a dirty tee to wipe off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to go off for his room.

At the door was Mark Mattox."What 's up fop"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated glad morning masses."Dude—come on in, I got ta show you sompin"Literally grabbing Deutschmark by the hand, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the bulwark above my bed."Jesus Dillon -- -you just do that"? Mark was rapt."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ holy fuck fop -- -I seen grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a track record"“ Fuck ya gallant -- -Im yarn-dye with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

"Say -- -I got ta big deal for ya recently tonight after the game, if ur up for it"St. Mark had a arch spirit in his eyes."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy types, or maybe strippers. flesh you come straight from the game in ur sweaty uniform, and you 'll be a big hit"

"Ya man—that sounds awesome"I replied with a smile.

We had a noon game, and this would be the end of the season for Pony League. I asked Deutsche Mark to run me over to the field, as I needed to mould out a bit, and get pumped up for the game. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the field, where there is a picayune league secret plan in procession. I hand Dustin a few horse and told him 'do n't get into any fuss'. In the locker room a few other guys had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to descry each early. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the bats and batting helmets. I flashed him a big grin and asked him was he abusing that little dick of his. He flashed back a big grin and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! Three times a day"! All the guys chuckled at him, knowing they were just as shamefaced."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my jock, exposing my baseball size bulge, and my tite moon shaped haired ass. As we began pumping iron, and working up a sweat, Mark again complimented me on my fine soundbox. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still pretty skinny -- -just 29"waist. The 6 pac was poppin out really good, and I started some really intense crunches."return it the summertime, Dillon, you 'll have 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged German mark. I grinned at the anticipation of having an 8 pac by the clip football started succeeding fall. On the bench closet now, workin up the shoulders, one of the dudes walked by and popped me pretty hard rightfulness on my jockstrap strap."What the fuck dude"? It actually hurt pretty bad."covering fire that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the braggart peter -- -fuckin show off"One of the early b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur dick Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their subroutine.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 minutes"That was the cue to get dressed, and get prepare for the biz. Tony sweetheart wheeled up to me in his wheelchair as I was getting dressed. He had been hit by a car on his skateboard earlier in the year, and lost his branch, but he was still on the roster for the team."Hit one for me, Dillon"He was looking particularly down today, so I just smiled at him, and said"you got it bro'.

The game went pretty acute. We stayed neck opening and neck with the Tigers, until now, it was the merchantman of the one-ninth, and I was the last batter. As I approached the plate, I look over and see Tony in the dugout. I just could n't stand it. I called for a time out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third stand line to make out to me. I told him to go get Tony, and bike him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded blessing."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin ballock, you wheel his ass over here to this plate as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called time in, and as the Tigers ikon took the stance, preparing for the wind up, I raised my bat, and pointed to rivet field. The gang went nuts, with roars and cheers. It took a lot of hairy glob for mortal in pony League to pull a 'Babe Sultan of Swat', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the steer up, he then called clip. It was getting crazy out here for certain. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this secret plan Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that lump out of the parkland, I WILL SUCK -- YOUR -- putz"I flash a big grin at Brassica oleracea acephala Parker, and said to him"You got your Bible on that"? Dorothy Rothschild Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The wind up—and the delivery. It was either the conference championship, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so laborious that I felt every bone in my vertebrae pop, from my waist up to my neck, and broke the bat clean in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the park, in perfectly silence. And there it went.

clean and jerk over rivet champaign -- -clearing the fence by over three substructure. Still, the sports stadium was mum, and frozen in metre. Finally, the announcer screams into the mike -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to look behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the plateful. I grab the handles of his wheelchair, and bulge out running. Pushing as hard and flying as I could, the social movement roulette wheel wobbling in the grease."I hope it does n't shut up up"was all I could think. First—second -- tierce -- and finally, HOME. The crew went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in rotary, doing doughnut, if you will. In the ecstasy of the moment, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's shoulders, raising his arm in triumph. My bushy pits were dripping in fret, running down my rib Cage, and I could sense my own ripe supporter blue funk. My cock twitched a bit. stigma had managed to work out his way into the crowd to plate plate. He smack me on the venter, and told me to await down. In all the exhilaration, and jumping and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my niggling bro, Dustin had managed to rise the fencing, and was running towards me to home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in lap, snag now in my center. I kissed Dustin right hand on the lips. He laughed, and wiped it off with the vertebral column of his hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the centre --"Bro -- -go find that ball. Twenty bucks Dustin, go find my chunk"He nodded his head up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the primer, gave him a hard smooch on the butt."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a painter. I had no thoughts about it at that moment, but years later, I would painfully figure out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the ground I walked on. And that adoration would become his own motivation for becoming quite the baseball star himself. And as we both got older, I less and less gave him the time of day.

The cheer continued around the field of force. I could see the TV gang making it 's way over to home plate. Parker, still standing on the word-painting agglomerate, glanced over at me, with his head hung. I pointed at him, with an evil grin. He gave me back a thumbs up, indicating he would live up to the bet.

After about an hour and half, the crowd finally starts to dissipate, and some of us start heading for the cabinet room to shower up and change clothes. I run up to Brassica oleracea acephala Dorothy Parker, and grabbing him by his jersey, just say"common punk, ur with me"“ Deliverer Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right fuckin now, cause Im horny as shtup, and ur fixin to exit down on this big athlete dick"I dragged him around to the back of the shower household. It was a weird affair -- -this second bulwark that protruded about three metrical foot out from the back wall of the house, then ran about half the distance of the house. There was a gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubby hole, if you will. nobody new why it was there, or what it was supposed to do. It was finally decided that it was just a glitch when they built the edifice, so there we have it—more like a big water closet behind the building.

We walk in and I close the logic gate, and pushing Cole to the spinal column, catch him by the hairsbreadth and push him down to his knees. I whip out my big 8"of jock nitty-gritty, give him a grin, and just say"sucking ”. As Cole opens his mouth, I waist no time in shoving my heart and soul down his throat. Tightening my grip on his fuzz, I instantly go into a inexorable pounding of his throat, plunging my now sway hard turncock to the back of his throat, my pubes going up his wind with each thrust. It took no time for the snoot to set forth pouring out of borecole 's nose, but I just grinned and kept plunging my nervure poppin cock into his throat. I took my pull up stakes hand and slapped him up side the face,"power play those lips punk, make it tight"I ordered him as I continued to run my pecker in and out of his throat. Again, taking my left helping hand, this meter grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my cock going in and out of his tight wet throat. The snot continued to pour, as well now as the sweat pouring from my nether region and belly. I yanked my dick from his mouthpiece, and shoved his expression into my veracious pit."huff it dude -- -just like glue. find out my reek, causal agency you 'll be getting lots More of it ”. I moved his face from my pit over to the left one, then ordered him to lick the effort from my ripe pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the funk of my pits, as I returned him to the right one to lap up it clean-living as well. I do n't know what got over me, but I was really boning up on the abuse I was giving to Cole.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my hawkshaw, and shoved it again, straight down his pharynx."God damm ur fuckin good"Grabbing him now by both position of his head, I began slamming his pharynx hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to crusade me off, as he began to choke and gag on my big teen age dick."Had enuff, punk"? I asked him staring into his centre. All he could do was nod his head up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your trouser"A look of repulsion came over Cole 's face, and he shook his head back and forth."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that affair in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not part of the deal"Cole responded in a panic."You want me to stop up ur ass, and plant life my junk in ur moxie, or put it back in ur mouth, and glut your mouth with it"?

"Enuff fashion plate"!



"I said I 'd suck ur pecker bro, and I sucked ur gumshoe. Did n't say nothing about you fuckin my ass—I ai n't no fag, Dillon"“ I aint no fag either, Cole—I just like fuckin dudes up the ass"“ Na -ah, that 's it. I said Id suck ur peter beau, and that 's it. No fuckin more"Having reached that 'crazed'nation of idea, I could n't stop. I rared back with my right arm, and delivered a crushing gust to the decent side of meat of borecole 's face. Before he could retrieve, I delivered three pops to his right eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his human face dripping onto his shoulder joint."Savior Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the screwing is legal injury with you"?"Want some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, touchwood"With that I swung a left hand cross across his mouth, busting his lip afford, again the b l o o d dripping down his chin, hitting his thorax. I grabbed him by both sides of his chief, and pulled him in closing curtain to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spat my spit and snob into his lip. Then delivering three hard C to his gut, I slung him down to the ground on his belly. I got hold of his belt, and ripped it from his pants, and shucked them down. One Thomas More C to the right k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some dick now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a complete madman at this stage. Whimpering now, Cole finally relented—"ya Dillon, give it to me"Angry, I struck him on the back of his head."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please know my ass—please bed me tough and bust ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An evil chuckle emerged from my throat—deep down from the diaphragm. Again I worked up a handful of saliva and snot, and ran it over the pulsating purpleness mushroom head, of my juice oozing shaft. I slicked up the whole chief, and then ran my hand up into the fracture of Cole 's ass crack. Pushing my in-between finger's breadth deep into his tops tite jock cakehole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even let out the bathroom composition, lol ) to undo him up. I pull my digit, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing Cole by his hair again, and pulling his head teacher backwards, shove the finger into his mouth."sucking it, pig"was all I said to him. In the same motion, I squeeze my prick hard, and bang into kail 's besotted Virgo gob. Wasting no sentence, I went right into plunging my rock tough meat into the depth of his grit, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his face into the concrete paries, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a pneumatic hammer. It only took about 10-12 push, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as arduous as I could drive home. Still holding him by his whisker, and slamming his face into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an hour, destroying his cherry tree. My nut was so vivid that I began trembling, and shacking at my thighs, and my jizz began to ooze back out of his tite jockstrap golf hole. My belly was so stiff, that it was now easy to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to have grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked Cole around, and shoved his back up against the paries. Grabbing his hair's-breadth again, I popped his mouthpiece again with my left fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half limp dick back into his rima oris, now covered with my jizz and his ass juice."sucking it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a demon."Use ur spit punk, get it upright and sporty"With no get-up-and-go to fight back back, Cole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably skillful and clean, and reared my capitulum backwards, and shutdown my eyes, cut loose. Cole went into a convulsion like epileptic shock as I cut loose the stream of my hot nasty stinkin jock piss down his throat. I filled his stomach with my nectar, grinning at him the whole while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to get out up my own gasp, and buckled them up. Delivering one more than mouthfull of tongue and snot to his expression, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Dorothy Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”