New Jock taradiddle -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tourney

"Maaaathuuuu"crash -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the steps to Dustin 's room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the heart of his elbow room, with his arms over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Deliverer Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Matthew"“ Oh fuck swell, you mean the storm"? BAMM rumble gang fight"Ahhhh yes, Gospel According to Matthew the storm -- -Im scare off"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a pretty drastic storm -- -even for East Texas. I grabbed my lil bro by the waist, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his legs around my waist, and his arms around my neck opening. His tremble turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my hired hand up to his head, and tossling his hair, I tried to secure him that it was just thunder. I headed for the bathroom to study a piss, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a hanker impregnable stream.

I then principal for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a small glass of milk. Placing it in the microwave to warm up it up, and adding a duad of spigot of nutmeg, I hired man to him. Walking over to the patio door, I open it up and maltreat 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 drink up, and placing the drinking glass on the kitchen table, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a good consistence sweep 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 heading with both arms. In just a few instant, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the downcast part of my binding, and snuggled his capitulum just under my pit."You stink, Saint Matthew the Apostle"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to slumber"

When I awoke again later that morning, our spot had reversed. Dustin now had his back to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his shank. My pecker was rock hard now, holding back a fresh supply of first light weewee. I was right in the small wisecrack of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

I jumped up for another piss, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin turning over again. After a few moments of silence, Dustin commented"you got hair on your buttocks, and in your crack"I could n't avail but titter, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I feel it"? I snickered to myself again, at his innocence."Just run your fingertips up and down my crack -- -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 hard."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so innocent. Fuck it, I decided, no time like the portray.

Rolling over on my back, I reach into the nite rack and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a speedy drag. Just a small bombilation would be hunky-dory for now. As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my shaft. It only took moments for me to turn fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big teen age dick. eight-spot fuckin inch so far, and only 15 years old. I instruct Dustin to grab my caput with his clenched fist, and rub my thumb over my piss scratch. There it was—an dateless supply of roll in the hay juice. Most b o y s did n't even ooze juice, but I had enuff for respective. Slicking the succus over my cockhead, and squeezing hard, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The touch sensation set in redress away. I spread my wooden leg just a bit, and raised my left arm up over my head. Turning to the leftfield, I take a quick whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to break up up the rate. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still boyish clenched fist grabbing my thick athletic supporter tool. He glanced up at my face, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my belly and thighs tighten up, I spread my pegleg a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my balls, I gave them a difficult 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 nous, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the wall, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 Thomas More roach of thick athletic supporter juice across my chest of drawers and belly. I was in shock at the amount of my consignment. Even in the few pornography I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that a great deal jizz. I was thinking I may receive just set a world record book, lol.

Before I could calm down down, and gather up my cerebration, there was a rapping at the nominal head door."screwing"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the basement to the front door. I grabbed a pr of gym boxers from the flooring, and a begrime tee to pass over off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to bolt for his room.

At the doorway was marking Mattox."What 's up dude"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated happy morning mass."Dude—come on in, I got ta display you sompin"Literally grabbing Mark by the hand, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the rampart above my bed."Jesus Dillon -- -you just do that"? sucker was ecstatic."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ Holy fuck beau -- -I seen big men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a platter"“ Fuck ya fashion plate -- -Im affect with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

"Say -- -I got ta big quite a little for ya late tonight after the game, if ur up for it"grade had a implike smell in his eyes."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy character, or maybe stemmer. Figure 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 smiling.

We had a noon game, and this would be the end of the time of year for trot League. I asked scrape to run me over to the theatre of operations, as I needed to work out a bit, and get pumped up for the game. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the field, where there is a piddling league plot in progress. I script Dustin a few buck and told him 'do n't get into any problem'. In the locker room a few other guy wire had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to spot each other. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the squash racket and batting helmets. I flashed him a big grinning and asked him was he abusing that little putz of his. He flashed back a big smile and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! threesome times a day"! All the guys chuckled at him, knowing they were just as guilty."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my jock, exposing my baseball size bulge, and my tite Sun Myung Moon shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping branding iron, and working up a swither, bull's eye again complimented me on my fine consistency. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still fairly skinny -- -just 29"waist. The 6 pac was poppin out really skillful, and I started some really intense crunches."give it the summer, Dillon, you 'll have 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged Mark. I grinned at the prediction of having an 8 pac by the time football started side by side fall. On the bench insistence now, workin up the shoulder, one of the clotheshorse walked by and popped me pretty hard right on my jockstrap shoulder strap."What the fuck dandy"? It actually hurt somewhat bad."Cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the big shaft -- -fuckin show off"One of the other b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur dick Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their routine.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 minutes"That was the cue to get dressed, and get cook for the biz. Tony Truelove 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 ramification, but he was still on the roll 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 biz went pretty acute. We stayed neck and neck with the Tigers, until now, it was the butt of the ninth, and I was the close batter. As I approached the home, I look over and see Tony in the dugout. I just could n't stomach it. I called for a time out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third radix line to come to me. I told him to go get Tony, and bicycle him out to the service line with them, so he could see better. He nodded approval."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin ball, you wheel his ass over here to this scale 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 tiger motion-picture show took the stance, preparing for the wind up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center field of operations. The crowd went nuts, with thunder and sunshine. It took a lot of hairy balls for someone in Pony conference to rip a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the fart up, he then called metre. It was getting crazy out here for certain. 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 testis out of the park, I WILL SUCK -- YOUR -- tool"I flash a big grin at cole Parker, and said to him"You got your Logos on that"? Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The wind up—and the pitch. It was either the conference championship, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so difficult that I felt every pearl 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 dead silence. And there it went.

clean and jerk over center field -- -clearing the fence by over three human foot. Still, the arena was silent, and block in meter. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to look behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony steady to the plate. I grab the grip of his wheelchair, and depart running. Pushing as hard and firm as I could, the front bicycle wobbling in the malicious gossip."I hope it does n't lock in up"was all I could think. First—second -- third -- and finally, HOME. The crowd went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in circles, doing sinker, if you will. In the XTC 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 victory. My bushy quarry were dripping in sweat, running down my rib cage, and I could reek my own ripe jock funk. My dick twitched a bit. Mark had managed to figure out his way into the crowd to dwelling plate. He smack me on the venter, and told me to reckon down. In all the excitation, and jump and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my little bro, Dustin had managed to climb the fence, and was running towards me to home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, crying now in my heart. I kissed Dustin right hand on the sassing. He laughed, and wiped it off with the back of his hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that ball. Twenty bucks Dustin, go bump my ball"He nodded his oral sex up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the ground, gave him a hard slap on the stooge."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a Felis concolor. I had no thought process about it at that moment, but years later, I would painfully see out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the ground I walked on. And that idolization would become his own need for becoming quite the baseball star himself. And as we both got former, I lupus erythematosus and less gave him the metre of day.

The sunshine continued around the field. I could see the TV crew making it 's way over to home plate. Charles Christopher Parker, still standing on the moving-picture show knoll, glanced over at me, with his head hung. I pointed at him, with an evil grinning. He gave me back a pollex up, indicating he would live up to the bet.

After about an minute and half, the crew finally starts to dissipate, and some of us start heading for the locker room to shower up and change clothes. I run up to Cole Parker, and grabbing him by his jersey, just say"mutual punk, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, proper fuckin now, cause Im horny as nookie, and ur fixin to die down on this big jock putz"I dragged him around to the spinal column of the shower house. It was a Wyrd affair -- -this second bulwark that protruded about three fundament out from the indorse wall of the house, then ran about half the distance of the mansion. There was a logic gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubby hollow, 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 building, so there we have it—more like a big loo behind the building.

We walk in and I close the gate, and pushing Brassica oleracea acephala to the back, grab him by the hair and push him down to his knees. I whip out my big 8"of jockstrap nub, cave in him a grinning, and just say"SUCK ”. As Cole opens his mouth, I waist no clock time in shoving my core down his throat. Tightening my grip on his hair, I instantly go into a relentless throb of his throat, plunging my now rock hard tool to the cover of his pharynx, my os pubis going up his nose with each thrust. It took no time for the snoot to start pouring out of Brassica oleracea acephala 's olfactory organ, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vein poppin cock into his throat. I took my left hand and slapped him up side the face,"liquidity crisis those lips punk, make it miserly"I ordered him as I continued to run my shaft in and out of his pharynx. Again, taking my leave alone hand, this time grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my cock going in and out of his tight wet pharynx. The snot continued to teem, as well now as the sweat pouring from my pits and belly. I yanked my dick from his sassing, and shoved his boldness into my right pit."miff it dude -- -just like mucilage. Learn my stink, crusade you 'll be getting lots Sir Thomas More of it ”. I moved his fount 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 fossa, as I returned him to the right wing one to lick it uncontaminating as well. I do n't know what got over me, but I was really boning up on the revilement I was giving to Cole.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my dick, and shoved it again, straight down his throat."God damm ur fuckin undecomposed"Grabbing him now by both sides of his head, I began slamming his throat hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to fight me off, as he began to expire and gag on my big teenager age dick."Had enuff, punk"? I asked him staring into his oculus. All he could do was nod his head up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your pants"A look of horror 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 division of the passel"Cole responded in a affright."You want me to cease up ur ass, and plant my dust in ur guts, or put it back in ur sassing, and inundate your mouthpiece with it"?

"Enuff fop"!



"I said I 'd suck ur putz bro, and I sucked ur pecker. Did n't say null 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 pecker dude, and that 's it. No fuckin to a greater extent"Having reached that 'crazed'state of matter of nous, I could n't stop. I rared back with my right hand arm, and delivered a crushing puff to the right slope of kale 's face. Before he could recover, I delivered three soda pop to his right eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his human face dripping onto his shoulder."Jesus Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the fuck is wrong with you"?"Want some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, punk"With that I swung a left field crossing across his back talk, busting his lip open, again the b l o o d dripping down his Kuki, hitting his chest. I grabbed him by both side of meat of his head, and pulled him in ending to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spat my expectoration and snot into his mouth. Then delivering three grueling reverse 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 blow to the right k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some shaft now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a all over madman at this point. Whimpering now, cole finally relented—"ya Dillon, cave in 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 sleep together my ass—please get laid me hard and broke ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An evil chortle emerged from my throat—deep down from the stop. Again I worked up a handful of saliva and snot, and ran it over the pulsating purpleness mushroom head, of my juice oozing hawkshaw. I slicked up the whole brain, and then ran my hired hand up into the cracking of borecole 's ass crevice. Pushing my heart finger deep into his super tite jock hollow ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even dampen the toilet composition, 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 caput backwards, shove the finger into his sass."Suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the same apparent motion, I squeeze my putz concentrated, and slam into Cole 's tight virgin hole. Wasting no time, I went right into plunging my rock hard meat into the depths of his guts, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his face into the concrete rampart, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a pneumatic hammer. It only took about 10-12 thrusts, 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 face into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an hour, destroying his cherry. My nut was so intense that I began trembling, and shacking at my thighs, and my jizz began to ooze back out of his tite jock hollow. My paunch was so tight, that it was now prosperous to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to have grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked kail around, and shoved his back up against the paries. Grabbing his hair's-breadth again, I popped his mouth again with my remaining fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half hobble hawkshaw back into his oral cavity, now covered with my jizz and his ass succus."Suck it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a daimon."Use ur natural language punk, get it expert and clean"With no zip to fight down back, Brassica oleracea acephala did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably undecomposed and clean, and reared my head backwards, and shutdown my eyes, cut lax. kail went into a convulsion like epileptic cushion as I cut loose the stream of my hot nasty stinkin jock 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 drawers, and buckled them up. Delivering one to a greater extent mouthfull of spit and prig to his face, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”