New Jock Tales—Freshman year -- Chptr 12 -- felicitous 4th of July

summertime had been great -- -and so was life. I had coined my own minuscule phrase --

"one lucky white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock feet now at a 12, poppin 8 hard second power of abs, 9"of mineral vein poppin cock, and that hard round of drinks hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my shaggy-haired pits. I tried to keep myself in check, and not tout, or get a big capitulum about it all. Damm, I had more shit than most seniors.

But not just the awesome bod, but life in superior general. Living the fancy of taking our Freshman team to a state championship was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a prissy house in a moderate neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my dick for me—he loved to watch me nut : ) Mom had a secure job. And I was knocking down Cash beyond all fantasy selling my big athletic supporter dick to pretty very much whomever wanted it. Old degenerate and heart age painter were the best -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a pounding, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the bad enchantment was the amount of junk I blew every fourth dimension I popped a consignment. I had played around with adequate guys by now to clear it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 times more than normal—and distance as well. snake pit I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken rope of loggerheaded jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot plenty juice by now to have populated a small town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off boxers and head upstairs for some deep brown. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday break of the day toon."Dustin -- -you make this deep brown"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ Well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't give my lil bro much attention these days—between the mowing occupation ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summertime packing, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't take in much unloosen time. And football game practice session would embark on up in just 3 weeks -- -jeez. I was going to have to start up working out just any day now. Not after prominent muscles—I liked the soma I had, dump I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after speciality training. first team would be a lot harder than Freshman football. The guys would be way bigger. And the strength grooming would benefit the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guys, for no grounds at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na bruise you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a couple of sips of my java there was a whack at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front door and opening it, I liked to let lost my tinker's dam. There stood bell ringer Mattox, and Maurice Robert Tyre Jones."What the shtup do you have sex want ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his elbow room. I guess flashbacks from the day lowest year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the firm from having r a p e d my ass the night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the crap bike. Im thinking I want some metal drum, too : )

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

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee tree. Did n't even offer up them any. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the lounger. I assumed an arrogant position, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my junk hang unfreeze, and visible from their Angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty uncomplicated Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity team from gradation. This class will be every bit as hard as last twelvemonth"Already disgusted I hop up from the lounger and head for the bathroom. Standing at the bathroom, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a warm brawny piss. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cups of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the reclining chair, I assumed the same position, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a igniter tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square in the eye, I simply mumbled,"suck my putz ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hate look, even though he had been there before. After just a few bit, I repeated the command."You want that tee shirt ? Suck my cock ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."crawling you black-market son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a instant, and glancing over at scar Mattox, Maruice drops to his deal and articulatio genus and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulders now buried right between my hairy muscled thighs, sucks in my half difficult gumshoe in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my weapons system up behind my brain, locking them together, and hire a more debase out falloff in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scenery. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice sass, relishing the feel of his thick-skulled blackness mouth as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling cock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty vox. As Maurice tightens the grip of his sass, and moving from my wee scratch to my pubes with each motility, I step up the tread of fucking his mouth, now hitting the back of his throat with each stab. Maurice gags just a bit each clock time he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nozzle, which just brought an malevolent grin to my face.

Usually the morning nut is one of the first things 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 warm huff of my right pit, burying my bushy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick throb at my Casimir Funk, I bring my arms down, and shut away my men around the back of Maurice point. Giving him a brutal driving force down his throat, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. Shot after gibe of my thick jock goo go flying down Maurice pharynx, straight to his belly. I increase the

f o r c e of each drive, as I unload my succus into his intestine. Gritting my dentition, and working up a lugie, I spit my snot into Maurice fount. Finally letting go, he comes off my dick, and rests back on his haunches.

As the way grows dumb, I cross my legs at the mortise joint, and just sit there playing with my Ball.

I gild Maurice to turn around, back on all foursome, and to bury his font in the storey. Looking over at Mattox, with the same exacting face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glare, and I return the Lapp. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of attitude if nothing else. I figure him to be pretty heterosexual person, but like me, he did have a thing for some tite greasy man hole. If for no other reason, it do n't get fraught.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and sheds his dungaree. Still wearing his tee shirt, and socks, I thought it was a sexy look. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knee behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."Fuck no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his head back and Forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty full lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the mall of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a momentaneous admiration of his passably impressive dick. Mark was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later shout out 'zero waist agate line'. As he strokes up to get his massive piece of ass stick hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. Suck that gob. Edvard Munch that black ass out, and get him sloppy ”. 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 tee shirt. After a few mo of hesitation, Mattox finally lowers his cheek down to Maurice ass sally. Pushing his rima oris into it 's dark black crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream cone shape ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being pretty straight, I did n't see him as the type that would sacrifice such a nasty act for mortal else. But -- -I was totally getting off on it, and was getting boned up again. Damm, ca n't keep my lil monster down : )

I ordered Mark to stick it in, and fuck the diddly-squat outta Maurice trap."Get up in them intestine, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chair, and walked over to a corner of the elbow room, and fished out a baseball game bat. Positioning myself just to the rightfield of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my pinna, Mattox gets a look of veneration in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a inexorable pounding of Maurice tite sebaceous trap. As his breast turns red, and sweat starts pouring from his pits, and os frontale, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a little puppy. finish plenty, I decide.

As the present moment arrives, Mark takes a final v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely affright the fuck out of Dustin, I assumed still in his elbow room. Just as fool begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's rear and shoulders, then discard it to the side. marking 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 rib, tell him to wander over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the human face, order him to lay across Saint Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him clean"I draw my fist back, but with the threat in Maurice brass, he does as I told him, and slurps up Mark 's still half hard pecker, 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 supporter 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 Flyers, I grunt through my teeth,"I aint such a kitty-cat 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 take up my putz -- -every hebdomad, for as long as you play. Camp 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 toon. I grin at him. Was n't showing him much attention these Clarence Shepard Day Jr., but I did sleep with the minuscule piece of ass. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best Elvis smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin stripling ”. A gleam comes across his face, and almost battle cry, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget somebody 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 grade and Maurice approach the front line room access, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just glower at me, prolly thinking, 'what an mother fucker'.