New supporter Tales—Freshman Year -- Chptr 12 -- happy 4th of July

summertime had been nifty -- -and so was life-time. I had coined my own little idiomatic expression --

"one favourable E. B. White boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock pes now at a 12, poppin 8 voiceless squares of abs, 9"of vein poppin cock, and that hard round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in presence of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pits. I tried to keep myself in check, and not brag, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than well-nigh seniors.

But not just the awful bod, but liveliness in worldwide. Living the fantasy of taking our Freshman squad to a state championship was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice theatre in a moderate neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my dick for me—he loved to learn me nut : ) Mom had a good job. And I was knocking down immediate payment beyond all illusion marketing my big athletic supporter dick to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old pervert and middle age Felis concolor were the C. H. Best -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a quid, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest enthrallment was the amount of junk I blew every time I popped a encumbrance. I had played around with enough bozo by now to realize it was monolithic. I 'd say maybe 5 times more than normal—and distance as well. Hell I could film about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough juice by now to have populated a belittled town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and head upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sat morning cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"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 jobs ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summertime boxing, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't have often free time. And football drill would get going up in just 3 weeks -- -jeez. I was going to have to bug out working out just any day now. Not after bounteous muscles—I liked the human body I had, shit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but to a greater extent after strength training. varsity would be a lot harder than Freshman football. The cat would be way bigger. And the forcefulness training would gain the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting former guy cable, for no ground at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a yoke of sips of my coffee there was a roast at the room access. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the figurehead room access and opening it, I liked to have lost my son of a bitch. There stood sign Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the fuck do you fucks want ?"I was pretty self-important and throaty. Dustin jumps from the sofa and thunderbolt for his elbow room. I guess flashbacks from the day finis year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the house from having r a p e d my ass the night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the shit bike. Im thinking I want some drumfish, too : )

"We just wan na talk, 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. Did n't even extend them any. Then down to the basement, they took a buns each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant placement, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my junk hang free, and seeable from their slant."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the first team squad from commencement exercise. This twelvemonth will be every bit as hard as hold out year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and heading for the bathroom. Standing at the crapper, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a firm powerful weewee. I had n't cut one yet that break of the day, and now had two cup of chocolate on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the reclining chair, I assumed the same position, spreading my hairy leg, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my pecker ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred look, even though he had been there before. After just a few second base, I repeated the command."You want that Jersey ? Suck my putz ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."creep you Shirley Temple Black son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a here and now, and glancing over at Mark Mattox, Maruice drops to his hands and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with his berm now buried right hand between my hairy muscled thigh, sucks in my one-half firmly pecker in one gulping. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my blazon up behind my head, locking them together, and take a more stretch out slump in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scene. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouthpiece, relishing the spirit of his thickset ignominious lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling stopcock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty representative. As Maurice tightens the grip of his rim, and moving from my piss slit to my pubes with each gesture, I step up the pace of fucking his mouth, now hitting the back of his throat with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each prison term he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nose, which just brought an immorality grinning to my face.

Usually the morning nut is one of the first matter I do, but I had n't got to it yet this morning—and it 's been about 2 hr now since I got up. I take a immediate huff of my the right way pit, burying my bushy fuzz into my own nose. As I felt my gumshoe throb at my funk, I bring my weapon down, and lock my helping hand around the backbone of Maurice point. Giving him a brutal stab down his throat, and raising my hip up off the chair, I unload. barb after shot of my boneheaded jock goo go flying down Maurice throat, straight to his belly. I increase the

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

As the room grows silent, I cross my legs at the ankle, and just sit there playing with my balls.

I ordination Maurice to turn around, back on all quadruplet, and to entomb his face in the floor. Looking over at Mattox, with the same can facial expression, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glare, and I return the Saami. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of mental attitude if aught else. I figure him to be pretty uncoiled, but like me, he did have a matter for some tite greasy man hole. If for no other rationality, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and spill his jeans. Still wearing his tee shirt, and wind sleeve, I thought it was a sexy feeling. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knees behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."fucking no—spit on him ”. score kinda moved his head back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty good lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice dickhead. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a fugitive wonder of his pretty impressive dick. bull's eye was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later cry 'zero waist line'. As he strokes up to get his massive piece of ass stick gruelling, I blurt out,"No-wait. Suck that hole. 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 jersey. After a few import of reluctance, Mattox finally lowers his brass down to Maurice ass sally. Pushing his rima oris into it 's dingy black cracking, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice ointment cone shape ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being middling heterosexual, I did n't see him as the type that would sacrifice such a nasty act for someone else. But -- -I was totally getting off on it, and was getting boned up again. Damm, ca n't preserve my lil monster down : )

I ordered Mark to stick it in, and fuck the SOB outta Maurice gob."Get up in them sand, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chairperson, and walked over to a corner of the way, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my pinna, Mattox gets a look of fear in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his chest turns red, and travail starts pouring from his Hell, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a little puppy. finale adequate, I decide.

As the moment arrives, marking takes a net v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass cheek, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely scare the nookie out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as Mark begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the level on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's dorsum and berm, then toss 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 costa, tell him to vagabond over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, order him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him clean"I draw my fist back, but with the terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up Mark 's still one-half hard dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass sludge from his gumshoe.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the right leg, and tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the laces on my PF flyer, I grunt through my teeth,"I aint such a puss when I ai n't tied up, huh ?"

I clear my throat, and still glaring at Maurice, reply with,"I 'll let ya try out—just wish everybody else. And if you make it, you will suck my dick -- -every week, for as long as you play. Camp starts in just three weeks—I suggest you start working out ”.

As we climb the steps, back into the kitchen, I glance in at Dustin heavily involved in the cartoons. I grin at him. Was n't showing him very much attention these years, but I did fuck the little fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best loony toons smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil dump -- -- ur a fuckin stripling ”. A gleaming comes across his face, and almost tears, 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 hot chocolate patty ”. Justin gleams like it was Christmas. As print and Maurice approach the breast door, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just limelight at me, prolly thinking, 'what an asshole'.