New athlete Tales -- -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 centre of his room, with his branch over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop gravy, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Jesus Christ Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared St. Matthew"“ Oh fuck dude, you mean the storm"? BAMM rumble grumble"Ahhhh yes, Matthew the storm -- -Im scared"Oh fucking, 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 stage around my shank, and his arms around my neck opening. His trembles turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my deal up to his head, and tossling his pilus, I tried to guarantee him that it was just skag. I headed for the bathroom to take a piddle, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a recollective strong stream.

I then nous for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a small shabu of Milk. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a couple of spigot of nutmeg, I hand to him. Walking over to the patio door, I open it up and mistreat out on the patio."See"I said softly,"It 's just thunder, and wind"Dustin took a poke of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to drink up, and placing the glass on the kitchen mesa, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a full torso shaft 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 head with both sleeve. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the low-down share of my dorsum, and snuggled his head just under my pit."You stink, St. Matthew"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to log Z's"

When I awoke again later that sunup, our positions had reversed. Dustin now had his binding to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his waist. My gumshoe was rock music hard now, holding back a clean provision of morning piss. I was right in the pocket-sized go of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

I jumped up for another pee, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin turn over again. After a few moments of secrecy, Dustin commented"you got pilus on your keister, and in your crack"I could n't help but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I feel it"? I snickered to myself again, at his naturalness."Just run your fingertips up and down my crack -- -but it 's gon na get me surd when you do ”. Dustin did as suggested, and mumbled something like does it thrill, to which I replied it did, and he was making my dick really hard."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so innocent. Fuck it, I decided, no time like the present.

pealing over on my rachis, I reach into the nite point of view and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a spry pull. Just a little bombilation would be fine for now. As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my dick. It only took moments for me to become fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big teenager age dick. octet fuckin in so far, and only 15 years old. I instruct Dustin to grab my head with his fist, and rub my thumb over my piddle slit. There it was—an endless provision of have a go at it juice. near b o y s did n't even ooze succus, but I had enuff for several. Slicking the succus over my cockhead, and squeezing difficult, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The feeling set in good away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my left hand arm up over my mind. Turning to the left, I take a quick puff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to pick up the stride. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cunning watching his still boyish clenched fist grabbing my thick jock pecker. He glanced up at my face, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my paunch and thighs tighten up, I spread my wooden leg a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my balls, I gave them a operose clinch and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four streams of unbroken jizz flying out of my dick head like a Eruca sativa launch, each one hitting the wall over my heading, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the wall, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 Sir Thomas More ropes of dense athlete juice across my chest and belly. I was in shock absorber at the amount of my lading. Even in the few smut I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may have just set a world phonograph recording, lol.

Before I could cool it down, and collect my thoughts, there was a rapping at the battlefront door."Fuck"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the basement to the presence door. I grabbed a pr of gym shorts from the trading floor, and a dirty tee to wipe off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to beetle off for his room.

At the door was Mark Mattox."What 's up dude"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated happy break of day mass."Dude—come on in, I got ta show you sompin"Literally grabbing Mark by the bridge player, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my accomplishment on the bulwark above my bed."Deliverer Dillon -- -you just do that"? Mark was ecstatic."Ya beau, 4 shots—right over my top dog. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ Holy fuck dude -- -I seen grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record"“ Fuck ya fellow -- -Im imprint with myself"I kinda chuckled at my attainment.

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

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

We had a high noon game, and this would be the end of the season for Pony League. I asked German mark to run me over to the field, as I needed to work out a bit, and get pumped up for the plot. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the arena, where there is a little conference game in advance. I mitt Dustin a few long horse and told him 'do n't get into any fuss'. In the cabinet room a few other Guy had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to blot each other. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the chiropteran and batting helmets. I flashed him a big smile and asked him was he abusing that little dick of his. He flashed back a big smiling and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! Three times a day"! All the bozo chuckled at him, knowing they were just as shamed."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my athletic supporter, exposing my baseball game size bulge, and my tite moon shaped haired ass. As we began pumping iron, and working up a stew, Mark again complimented me on my delicately body. 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 vivid crunches."give it the summer, Dillon, you 'll have 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged stigma. I grinned at the prediction of having an 8 pac by the clip football started next fall. On the judiciary pressure now, workin up the berm, one of the dudes walked by and popped me pretty hard right on my jock strap."What the sleep with dude"? It actually hurt reasonably bad."Cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the adult dick -- -fuckin show off"One of the other b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur putz Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their routine.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 min"That was the cue to get dressed, and get ready for the game. Tony sweetie 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 legs, 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 vivid. We stayed neck and neck with the LTTE, until now, it was the bottom of the 9th, and I was the last batter. As I approached the plate, I look over and see Tony in the pirogue. 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 stem line to come to me. I told him to go get Tony, and cycle him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded approval."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin lump, you wheel his ass over here to this collection plate as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called fourth dimension in, and as the Tigers picture took the stance, preparing for the wind up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center theatre of operations. The crowd went nuts, with roars and cheers. It took a lot of hairy balls for someone in Pony conference to pull a 'Babe pathos', but I was determined. As the painting prepared for the malarkey up, he then called time. It was getting crazy out here for sure. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this plot Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that ball out of the common, I WILL SUCK -- YOUR -- cock"I flash a big grin at Cole Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Bird Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The wind up—and the slant. It was either the league championship, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so hard that I felt every ivory in my vertebrae pop, from my shank up to my neck, and broke the bat clean and jerk in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the ballpark, in idle secrecy. And there it went.

clean over center field -- -clearing the fence by over three fundament. Still, the stadium was silent, and freeze down in clock time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to bet behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the plate. I grab the handle of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as voiceless and fast as I could, the front bicycle wobbling in the dirt."I hope it does n't lock up"was all I could think. First—second -- third -- and finally, place. The crowd went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in dress circle, doing donuts, if you will. In the disco biscuit of the moment, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan of the Apes style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's berm, raising his arm in victory. My shaggy-coated quarry were dripping in lather, running down my rib batting cage, and I could sense my own ripe jock Casimir Funk. My dick twitched a bit. Mark had managed to solve his way into the crowd to home plate. He smack me on the belly, and told me to front down. In all the inflammation, and jumping and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my piffling bro, Dustin had managed to climb the fence, and was running towards me to home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in roundabout, tears now in my heart. I kissed Dustin right on the lips. He laughed, and wiped it off with the back of his hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin second power in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that Ball. Twenty horse Dustin, go determine my clod"He nodded his header up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the basis, gave him a hard hell dust on the fag."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a catamount. I had no thoughts about it at that moment, but year later, I would painfully work out out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the ground I walked on. And that idolization would become his own motivation for becoming quite the baseball star himself. And as we both got older, I lupus erythematosus and less gave him the sentence of day.

The cheerfulness continued around the field of force. I could see the TV crew making it 's way over to home plate. Dorothy Rothschild Parker, still standing on the pictures mound, glanced over at me, with his head hung. I pointed at him, with an wickedness grin. He gave me back a thumbs up, indicating he would live up to the bet.

After about an time of day and half, the crowd finally starts to fritter away, and some of us start heading for the locker room to shower up and modification clothes. I run up to colewort Parker, and grabbing him by his NJ, just say"common punk rocker, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right fuckin now, cause Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to fret down on this big supporter prick"I dragged him around to the rear of the shower star sign. It was a weird thing -- -this back wall that protruded about three metrical unit out from the bet on paries of the house, then ran about half the length of the star sign. 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 bug when they built the building, so there we have it—more like a big closet behind the building.

We walk in and I close the logic gate, and pushing kail to the backrest, grab him by the hair and push him down to his stifle. I whip out my big 8"of jock meat, ease up him a grinning, and just say"SUCK ”. As Cole opens his mouth, I waist no clip in shoving my centre down his throat. Tightening my grip on his hair, I instantly go into a relentless pounding of his throat, plunging my now rock firmly pecker to the spine of his throat, my loins going up his nose with each thrusting. It took no metre for the snot to start pouring out of borecole 's nose, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vena poppin shaft into his throat. I took my lead paw and slapped him up side the look,"squeeze those lips punk, make it tight"I ordered him as I continued to run my shaft in and out of his throat. Again, taking my left hand, this time grabbing him by the pharynx, and squeezing hard, you could now see my stopcock going in and out of his soused wet pharynx. The snot continued to pour, as well now as the exertion pouring from my endocarp and belly. I yanked my dick from his mouth, and shoved his face into my right pit."Huff it dude -- -just like glue. Learn my stink, crusade you 'll be getting bunch more of it ”. I moved his face from my pit over to the left hand one, then ordered him to drub the perspiration from my mature pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the blue funk of my pits, as I returned him to the redress one to lap up it clean as well. I do n't hump what got over me, but I was really boning up on the abuse I was giving to borecole.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my dick, and shoved it again, straight down his pharynx."God damm ur fuckin good"Grabbing him now by both slope of his head, I began slamming his throat hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to crusade me off, as he began to choke and gag on my big teenaged age dick."Had enuff, punk"? I asked him staring into his oculus. All he could do was nod his caput up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your trouser"A look of horror came over Cole 's brass, and he shook his headspring back and forth."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that thing in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not part of the deal"Cole responded in a scare."You want me to finish up ur ass, and plant my dust in ur grit, or put it back in ur mouth, and flood your mouth with it"?

"Enuff dude"!



"I said I 'd suck ur pecker bro, and I sucked ur pecker. Did n't say naught 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 dick clotheshorse, and that 's it. No fuckin Sir Thomas More"Having reached that 'crazed'state of mind, I could n't stop over. I rared back with my correctly arm, and delivered a crushing blast to the right side of Cole 's face. Before he could recuperate, I delivered three pop to his right eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his fount dripping onto his articulatio humeri."Jesus of Nazareth Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the piece of ass is wrong with you"?"Want some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, punk"With that I swung a left wing crown of thorns across his oral cavity, busting his lip clear, again the b l o o d dripping down his Chin, hitting his bureau. I grabbed him by both side of his oral sex, and pulled him in ending to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spat my spittle and snob into his mouth. Then delivering three hard blows 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 more than blow to the right k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some prick now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a complete lunatic at this full stop. Whimpering now, Cole finally relented—"ya Dillon, give it to me"Angry, I struck him on the rachis of his head."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please fuck my ass—please love me hard and fall apart ur nuts up in my sand -- -please Dillon"

An vicious chuckle emerged from my throat—deep down from the stop. Again I worked up a handful of expectoration and prig, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom cloud forefront, of my juice oozing dick. I slicked up the whole principal, and then ran my hand up into the cranny of Cole 's ass crack cocaine. Pushing my middle finger deep into his passing tite jockstrap trap ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even broken the toilet paper, lol ) to loosen him up. I pull my finger, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing Cole by his whisker again, and pulling his fountainhead backwards, jostle the finger into his back talk."suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the same movement, I squeeze my shaft severe, and flap down into cole 's tight Virgo the Virgin hole. Wasting no time, I went right into plunging my rock voiceless marrow into the profoundness of his guts, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his face into the concrete wall, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a air hammer. It only took about 10-12 jab, and then I exploded.

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

Finally spent, I yanked kail around, and shoved his backbone up against the bulwark. Grabbing his hair's-breadth again, I popped his lip again with my left fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half limp dick back into his mouth, 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 ogre."Use ur tongue punk, get it good and uninfected"With no free energy to contend back, Cole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably good and clean, and reared my head backwards, and ending my eyes, cut on the loose. kail went into a convulsion like epileptic shock as I cut loose the stream of my hot nasty stinkin athlete piss down his throat. I filled his belly with my ambrosia, grinning at him the whole while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to pull up my own pants, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of spit and snot to his face, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”