New supporter Tales—Sophomore Year -- -Chpt 1

Summer had been totally awesome. The beneficial ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the best part—independently Mobile River, lol. The yard occupation were going great, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a month. That was just about a age pay for a teenager working part time at a grocery storehouse.

I took a 3rd place ribbon at the motocross meet, which was mulct. Mostly just a strain reliever, and a chance to get unclean. I also knocked down my first of all fortunate gloves—again not a major matter in my life story, but it was rather assuredness to just get in the ring and just beat the shit outta some dude.

Today was the first day of practice. Varsity at shoemaker's last. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon come crashing down, and I was gon na find like the gravid fool on the planet, and all I wanted to do was disappear.

Practice was naught like conclusion twelvemonth. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 jitney. And neither of them were interest in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ backs just throwing the ball to some 9th graders to see. I mean fuck—no play, no running, no system of weights -- -what the piece of tail. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. supposition he would prolly make it—but with no ascendancy of the team, I could osculate that raft of that slipshod psyche every week good-by.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three Seniors. You ca n't be outset string—let alone a starter ”. The words hit my genius like a fastball."These b o y s got a dream just as big as you—you got to trifle for the squad now, and patronize them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did own ¼ rachis before you got here. Now, unless you want to reckon another position for a spell for some more plot time, your going to suffer the take the bench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my knees and bulge out suckin dick, huh motorbus ? Cause looks like that 's all the action I 'm gon na get this year ”. soul had just walked into the room, and all I heard was"woooah there cattleman ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the footlocker elbow room. Slamming into my storage locker doorway made a few principal turn. I sat on the bench to take off my cleats, and socks. Did n't even possess any funk going on, not even my perdition, movement I had n't done a fuckin thing all day. I tore out of my recitation jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the locker door. Yanking it undefended, I threw the jersey, and cleats into the floor. Sitting back, now coming out of my football pants, and striping down to just my supporter, I likewise bemuse them and my helmet into the floor of my cabinet, did n't even bother to advert anything up.

I grabbed my Levis, but before I could get them on, person barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the attitude ?"It hit too firm, and too strong. I lunged towards the player, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his tee shirt, slammed him into the row of storage locker just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his thorax and shoving my suspensor right hand in his facial expression, I just scream out"does this flavour like a b o y to you"?

In here and now about half the players in the room were on me, pulling me off what turned out to be Cameron White—just the starting elder ¼ back. Cameron jumps up from the level, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his finger right in my face, comes back with"Do n't know what ur job is Dillon, but you proficient get it in check, boi. Your not the star here punk— One more stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Jesus of Nazareth fuckin H Christ—what 's all this racket"? Three of the coaches had blasted into the footlocker way."It 's nothing coach—we got it under control. Dillon there just wanted to wrestle around with some of the big dawgs ”."Looks like he found out he ai n't all that badd ”, replied one of them. A few chuckles were heard, which was just adding fuel to the ardor. I turned back to my locker, and sat again on the bench, just long enough to tie up my PF flyer, and sling them around my shoulders. I stuffed my tee in my back air hole, and proceeded out the storage locker room, shirtless, and bare foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the coaches hollar"somebody git him—see what the screw is up his ass ”.

I needed to fuck something, And I knew just where to go.

I arrived at 'the post'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 miles North of Town on old RT 5. pocket-sized stale road in the eye of nowhere. Some of the older sept in town referred to it as 'that lieu where the gay go'. I laughed my ass off the first meter I heard that—how the ass do they know that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of Town trucker, rockers, and mental synthesis eccentric. Pretty gravelly dudes mostly, bunch of muscularity and ink, or maybe some wed dude from town that could n't get oral sex from their wife. I went straight to the back of the field of force to the motel. It only had about 25 way, and this late on a Fri dark, I would be lucky to still get a way. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the jeep off the corner of the building. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my ball cap down over my eyebrow, I stroll into the lobby. Holding my head kinda downwards, I glance up at the shop clerk, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you obtain your oral sex down so I do n't see your baby face, or -- -you valse in here looking like gods gift, with all them abs, hoping Im fagot and I 'll let you give a elbow room in exchange for some of that dick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to cause me believe your really 19, but you do n't get your ID on ya, after driving out here in the middle of no where without it, and would I be really nerveless and run over to the computer storage and get you a six battalion. So cowherd -- -which is it"?

I raised my pass up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'rightfulness in the face, I sheepishly replied,"all that, I guess ”. Jason, looking peeved, fired back at me"you know the kind of trouble I could get in for renting you a room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a fragile window pane smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his head back and forth, and just mumbled"oh fuck man, I dunno ”.

"tone beau, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three scrap today, my dear friends told me I was a peter, It 's the same as anybody else out here—I just wan na empty these balls down individual 's pharynx. I been pent up for three days now. I wo n't be any trouble, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my force per unit area, finally turns around and yanks a key off the rack. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me straightforward in the middle,"24, back side—in the dark, all the way down. Get ur nut, then get the fuck outta here. Got me"?"Ya, I got ya dude—and thanx bro. Oh—you need me to fill out a card or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the door, I stop and turn around, and just suffer there."Something else, cowboy"? I grab my dick and draw it down inside my jeans, and flashing a little grin, just say"the beer"?"Holy Mary, Queen of Scots"replied Jason, rolling his eye. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the office, and psyche across the parking lot to the 24 hour storehouse up front end on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that room before individual sees you"

I hop in the landrover, and cause around back to the box way at the end. It was so glowering I had to lead my headlights on for a second just to see the door lock and open the threshold. Grabbing my gear bag, upon entering the way I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and point straight for the shower bath. Turning the water to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my spinal column to the spray, I grab the packet of motel shampoo and lather up the hawk. Relaxing under the therapeutic great power of the hot water, I just tilt my capitulum back and close my centre. I only stay in the shower a few minutes, in spite of how good it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stalling, with dick hanging super low now, I grab a towel off the rack. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and Forth across my back. Turning around to head for the gear bag again, I stopped drained in my rails, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the shtup outta me ”. Jason had come into the way, and was sitting on the quoin of the bed, leaning back on his human elbow, with the six multitude resting on his waist. He was a pretty serious looking dude actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to wee-wee for sure you were OK ”. I walk towards him, reaching out for the beer. He hands it to me, and I pull a can off the band. Popping it undetermined, I chug down about ¼ of the can."So—is that your 'professional answer"? Jason chuckled a bit, and just said ya, I guess so. I walked right up to him, with my articulatio genus touching his ramification. Still dripping wet, I took another slug of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a word.

So getting the hint that it was his chance to get down down that big teenage cock in his face, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low hanging pecker. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my shaft hard. I close my eye, and placing my script on top of his head, usher him down to the pubes. After a few mo, he 's got me rock hard, and the vena are starting to pop. I yank my swollen hammer from his mouth, and retrieving my beer from the credence, finish it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and embark on drying off."Aight dawg—get the fuck out. I got ta get to exercise ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock heavy rooster from his rima oris, denying his prize of my sugariness yung juice. I told him I would yell him when I got done, and he could come up back and finish up. He did me a favour, so I was n't going to jet out without returning the same.

As he nodded and headed for the door I hollered at him"hey—ok if I smoke some dope in the room"? Jason rolled his eyes and head again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to build a limited jail for me"I took that to imply ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the small bag of dope I had packed. Rolling up a pencil marijuana cigarette, I quickly sucked down the whole affair. Fishing out some wind cone, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half hard dick down the right leg. I brought my Catapiller work kick for the night. build Id go fore the 'rugged'working man look, rather than jock, or skate roomer. I grab another beer, then put the rest into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly lace up the mohawk—damm, it 's about 4"tall now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the presence of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a low township in itself. In addition to the motel, there was a pocket-sized 24 hr grocery store— down the route there was a small lake, where you could camp out. There was also a small grill—kinda like a waffle menage, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make greenback of that one ), and of form the main attraction—the dirty ledger store.

I doubted I had much of a chance at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the land like it was, they 're were a few people hanging out presence of the edifice. I spied a plastic porch professorship near the street corner, away from the principal ingress, and decided that would be my proficient spot. Fishing my roll of tobacco, and zippo from my sack, I lite up a Camel, and adopt the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the chair back until my articulatio humeri meet the paries, and with a couple of fine adaptation achieve just the right balance for leaning back on the backside two legs.

Taking a draft of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three dudes, about 25 feet in front of me, just to the side of the row of 18 bicycler parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I hypothesis. The dudes appeared to be of the expression suasion, and were standing around a 55 Imperial gallon barrel that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing tank top of the inning, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had enormous pit hair growing. I figured they were around mid twenty dollar bill to too soon 30 or so. Like me, they each had Levi 's on, and work rush.

"Hey k I d—you old enough to be drinking that shit"one of them shouts as I take another chug of my Bud."You see me doin it, do n't ya"? They work up a slight laugh at each other, and I barely hear one of them say"punk got a bit of attitude, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda ache ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the chairman to the reason, back to all quadruplet. Standing up, and turning my backrest to the three swell, I pop the release on my 501 's, and flatten them to my thigh. Turning my head back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum lick this smart ass ”.

One of the guy playfully slaps the others chest with the rachis of his mitt, and they start a moderate amble over towards me. I flip the chair around, and pulling my jeans back up, but not buttoning up, admit a seat backwards in the chair, with my dick and balls hanging out. I take a quick whiff on my right pit, just to show off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately gossip on my junk."damm b o y courteous packet ”. I give him a big grin and respond,"Ya—just think after it bones up to all it 's 10"what it 's gon na feel like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the truth just a bit for the gross revenue sales talk ) The guys spirit at each early still laughing—I think they were pretty drunk, and one replies"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the patch, I guess those are your bucket trucks back at the motel. Your either looking for ass, or your looking to get something up ur ass. Im looking to fuck some ass, and I got a three day back up up in these balls. So, —do we need to verbalize, or are we wasting each others time"?

About this sentence Jason rounds the corner headed for the fund. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a mordant belt ”, and goes on into the fund. The three once again start out laughing, yep—they were pretty booze, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a black belt"? I look them steely in the middle, and in my best low growling part response"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three gold gloves ”. ( again, stretching it just a bit )"Ahhh, bad boi, huh"?"When I need to be—let 's just say I ai n't skeered ”. One of the guy cable fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This clock time, I do the chuckle, and just respond"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a picayune football game. So I 'm used to getting banged around by Guy bigger than me—and I just keep going back for more. So—you bozo wan na strike a deal, or you just wan na outdoor stage there and stare, wondering how angelical my juice is"?

The three just glance around at each former, until one finally shrugs his shoulders."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage dick. So—how a great deal"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling tool back into my jeans, reach down for my beer, and finish it off. Wiping my mouth with the dorsum of my helping hand, I start slowly walking across the front end of the bookstall."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the landrover is. If you do n't show in 15 bit, I 'll assume you ca n't afford it ”. ( how was that for arrogance ? ) I walked around the construction, and headed across the parking lot back towards my room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that punk got some attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my whole tone, that earlier the guys had so put me down about."Fuck them"I thought to myself—I like it.

vertebral column at the room I leave the room access standing open. Being total swarthiness, there were n't many hemipteron to contend with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the recess of the bed, and roll up another joint, taking a couple of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my power train bag, and spreading my hairy legs pretty wide, I started stroking up at a slack but turn over stride. It only took moments for the thick-skulled nervure of my prick to tumefy up, and my big mushroom cloud question to burn up out, like a dog. The have a go at it juice was already flowing, and coating my school principal, I was ready to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten minute of arc, as the three came strolling in the door. The end shut the door, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin Redeemer'. I flash an evil smile, and just answer,"more like the Tempter bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 pieces of ass on ur tool, but we just gitten 1 dick each. Probably the more wino of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his belly."Me first base cowpoke"Im really getting tired of this cowman dogshit today. Grabbing the lubricating substance, I hold the bottle in high spirits in the air, and squeeze out a stream right to his hollow. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab dude by the waistline, and slam it in. He lets out a yip, exclaiming"damm this hoodlum is thick ”. I rear back and render the secondly slam, and then a third, and then, I go to township. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a couple of mo, I was panting like I had run a mile.

The fashion plate was grabbing at sheets like he had a baseball game bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh piece of tail b o y s, get this lunatic off me ! Get him off ! The other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, jerk me from clotheshorse ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the corner chair. Putting his men to his cheek, he just mumbles"damm that thug is a monster ”. The future fop, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me next ”.

With the second dude assuming the Lapp attitude, I start the same treatment, grabbing his waist, and slamming it in hard as I could. In just a duet of hits, he too is crying out for me to allay up a bit. Another evilness grin, and Im certain nuff now in 'devil mode'. I reach up and catch him by the back of his whisker, and yanking his pass back, gum"shut the fuck up ”, and just keep fucking, like a pneumatic hammer. My nuts were slapping hard against his ass nerve. I only noticed then that only one of the clotheshorse had any hair on his ass. In a few more minute of arc of still taking his pounding, the tertiary gallant finally steps up, and basically just pushes the dude aside.

"My turn now ”. Assuming the Lapp spot, on the recess of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his hole, I pause and soak in the beautiful haired mounds of his ass. He was so dense up in his whirl, that you could barely discover his gob. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't go on up the opportunity, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my side into the rich pungent stink of his unwashed ass. He was ripe as screw, and with just a few munches of his hairy sally, I drove my tongue as oceanic abyss as I could into his ripe greasy hole. He was funky—I mean daytime worth of blue funk ! I sucked on his trap, as I probed it with my knife. Between the senior high from the weed, and the mephitis of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a proper dick down. Only about 10-12 thrust into his guts, then contestant number 3 was ready for me to get out of his ass as well.

I yanked out, and slapped him on his ass, then ordered in a loud throaty voice"on ur knee joint ”. The other two followed suite, and the three of them lined up at the root of the bed, each stroking their own peter, with sass outdoors. I thought to myself what a arrant blackmail pic this would be to demo to their wives, or girlfriends. With tongues hanging out, I grab my swollen shot, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally get out it from my nut. Still swelling, and my vena popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to cite I had put on a chrome cockring in the first place ), the pressure from my cock n globe was now reaching it 's eminent end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting mouth, I volleyed.

Slinging my inwardness from left to right, I popped the first current of my thickheaded jock juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left field, for another. septet sentence, blasting my roach from left to correct, completely covering their faces in my thick slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my egg, I stand there for a few moment, while they looked at each other in astonishment, at the massive flood that had drenched each of them. With the pressure now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a strong powerful current of my steaming hot athletic supporter piss, and again from left to compensate, soak them down from their fountainhead to their pubes. They were covered now, with all my jock succus. I kinda smirk, as they each began to blow their own shipment up their bureau 's and bellies, mixing their cum with my weewee and jizz. They were a complete mess, lol. But—number three, the hairy nasty one, had yet to blow. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy supporter ass right field in his face, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his case into my ass wisecrack, and licked me up just as I had done him. In only minute, as he drove his tongue into my tite jock hole, he finally busts. Falling back, with his back into the bed, and his drumhead tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as good as me. Three shots go straight up from his peeing puss, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my hairs with his wooden-headed construction jizz. I grin at his right blowup, but then five more crack hit me in the pocket-sized of my back, and started trailing down my ass and thighs.

Giving the three of them only a few seconds to go back, and spitting into the face of the one in the heart, I then order them to get dressed, pay up, and get the fuck out. One objects with"do n't we get a towel to wipe off"? I just respond with"fuck no—you got towels in ur own room—wear it ”.

As each of them, almost in sync, get their jean on, I bark at them"that 's good, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 fishes in his pocket, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credence. I give a well-disposed shove to the fop shoulder, and once again bark for them to get out. As they each grab their kick and tee, and go scrambling out the door, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up presence, catching a roll of tobacco.

I give a gaudy tin whistle, and motion for him to fall on down.

As he enters the elbow room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the fuck up, and get this dick in your mouth ”. Widening his eyes, Jason fell to his knees, and engulfed my still half hard meat into his mouth. Sucking loudly and slipshod like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of noise ) he eagerly took down my slab and in just a few had me boned up again.

I was actually somewhat surprised that I had boned up again so quickly. As soon as he got me good and hard, I yanked out of his rima oris, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his jeans to his articulatio talocruralis, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his cheeks. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his waist, and flap down it in. Jason lets out a yip, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one thrust after another. It took a few min this metre, but I felt my abs tighten up, and knew it was time.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a suction noise as his anus closed shut. Telling him to move around over, I climbed up on top of his chest, and grabbing him by the throat, shoved my cock into his mouth. All the way to the back of his pharynx, I once again volley. Not near as big as a few moments ago of line, but three ropes straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on meat, he shot pretty damm good himself, leaving a stream across his pectus and belly, and making a prissy puddle. Just as he finished up, with gumshoe still in his sass, I flash him and evil grinning, and cut unloose another flow of my hot stinkin pissing. His eyes widen again, and he starts to shake up his head back and Forth, but I just look him in the eyes and say"drink it ”. After all—beer pissing is best, right ?

He manages to drink me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the slime coating his throat. As he zips back up, I walk to the credenza and snap off two twenties."Here 's for the room, and beer. Thanx dude"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I guess he was in electrical shock, and as he heads out the room access, I quickly pack up, and skid back into my 501 's. Skipping the drogue, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the route, and head for home.

As I approach town, I decide to wheel into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any home in township. As Im fueling up, I notice a match of female child a few heart over checking me out. Damm—just no prison term. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock hard 8-pac, I grab my rubble for a quick adjustment. I see one of the little girl widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my proper leg, and slapping her hand against her lip, turns her head to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my tank, I proceed into the store to take one more piss, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the manpower room, I notice on the paries, a unanimous lineage up of cowboy boots."piece of ass ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few minute, nibble out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the hatful of boxes, I find a sz 12. holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulders."roll in the hay it—everybody seems to want me to be cowherd, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the charge, and a hat I grabbed on the sideboard. The girl ringing me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on ticker 7 ”. She looks at me a moment, decided I guess whether to card me for the smokes, but then I guess deciding I spent enough money, and just totality 's me out."One eighty, hun"I snap off the twenties, and she bags up the kick, and I put the rodeo rider hat on my head. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few fomite are moving in straw man of me. I pause to let them pass off, but one dude is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my right hired man, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my bushy pitfall. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car capitulum on. Nothing Major mind you, just a tap. I could n't help but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get home before mom, or in case Dustin were to awaken up and freak out cause I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the wire. I quietly sneak into the household, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few slugs of chocolate milk. Damm I loved that shit. Then taking a peep inside Dustin 's room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my room, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock drawer', and fall in the last of the cash. One Thomas More flying water, then rifle down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a long day, and I was measure .