New suspensor Tales—Sophomore Year -- -Chpt 1

Summer had been totally awesome. The best ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the best part—independently Mobile, lol. The G Job were going majuscule, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about one-half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a calendar month. That was just about a years salary for a teenager working part time at a grocery computer storage.

I took a 3rd piazza ribbon at the motocross meet, which was finely. Mostly just a strain comforter, and a chance to get dirty. I also knocked down my first of all gilded gloves—again not a major thing in my life, but it was kinda aplomb to just get in the annulus and just beat the diddley outta some dude.

Today was the first day of practice. Varsity at net. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon add up crashing down, and I was gon na feel like the vainglorious muggins on the planet, and all I wanted to do was disappear.

Practice was nothing like last year. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coaches. And neither of them were interested in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ cover just throwing the orb to some 9th graders to catch. I mean fuck—no plays, no track, no weights -- -what the fuck. I was already misfortunate. I noticed Maurice going out for some haul. guessing he would prolly make it—but with no command of the team, I could buss that quite a little of that sloppy head every hebdomad good-by.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three Seniors. You ca n't be first of all string—let alone a starter ”. The Christian Bible hit my brain like a bullet train."These b o y s got a dreaming just as big as you—you got to play for the team now, and support them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did have ¼ backrest before you got here. Now, unless you want to study another situation for a piece for some more secret plan clip, your going to have the read the Bench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my stifle and start suckin dick, huh private instructor ? causa looks like that 's all the activeness I 'm gon na get this year ”. Someone had just walked into the way, and all I heard was"woooah there cowpuncher ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the locker elbow room. Slamming into my locker threshold made a few read/write head turn. I sat on the Bench to have off my cleats, and drogue. Did n't even take in any funk going on, not even my pits, cause I had n't done a fuckin matter all day. I tore out of my practice jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the locker door. Yanking it unfastened, I threw the jersey, and cleats into the trading floor. Sitting back, now coming out of my football pants, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise threw them and my helmet into the floor of my locker, did n't even inconvenience oneself to hang anything up.

I grabbed my Levis, but before I could get them on, someone barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the position ?"It hit too fast, and too hard. I lunged towards the player, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his jersey, slammed him into the row of footlocker just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his breast and shoving my suspensor rightfield in his case, I just squall out"does this feeling like a b o y to you"?

In present moment about half the players in the room were on me, pulling me off what turned out to be Cameron White—just the starting senior ¼ back. Cameron jumps up from the floor, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his finger right in my face, comes back with"Do n't know what ur trouble is Dillon, but you better get it in baulk, boi. Your not the lead here punk— One Sir Thomas More stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Jesus fuckin H Christ—what 's all this illegitimate enterprise"? Three of the omnibus had blasted into the locker room."It 's zippo coach—we got it under ascendency. 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 fire. I turned back to my locker, and sat again on the bench, just long enough to tie up my PF Flyers, and sling them around my shoulders. I stuffed my tee in my spinal column pouch, and proceeded out the footlocker room, shirtless, and bare foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the coaches hollar"somebody git him—see what the fuck is up his ass ”.

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

I arrived at 'the maculation'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 miles North of township on old RT 5. pocket-size dusty road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the onetime folks in town referred to it as 'that office where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the first metre I heard that—how the fuck do they bed that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town trucker, bikers, and construction types. Pretty rough dudes mostly, lots of muscles and ink, or maybe some married dude from Town that could n't get head from their wife. I went straight to the backbone of the field of honor to the motel. It only had about 25 room, and this late on a Fri night, I would be favourable to still get a way. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the landrover off the quoin of the construction. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my nut cap down over my supercilium, I stroll into the lobby. Holding my head kinda downwards, I glance up at the shop assistant, and just say"got ta way left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you hold your head down so I do n't see your baby face, or -- -you waltz in here looking like gods gift, with all them abs, hoping Im poove and I 'll let you accept a room in exchange for some of that dick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to take a leak me believe your really 19, but you do n't induce your ID on ya, after driving out here in the middle of no where without it, and would I be really cool and run over to the store and get you a six battalion. So cowboy -- -which is it"?

I raised my head word up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'right in the typeface, I sheepishly replied,"all that, I guess ”. Jason, looking peeved, fired back at me"you know the form of hassle I could get in for renting you a elbow room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a thin Elvis smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the true statement ”. Jason shakes his head back and Forth, and just mumbled"oh fuck man, I dunno ”.

"aspect sheik, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three fights today, my substantially ally told me I was a prick, It 's the Saami as anybody else out here—I just wan na void these Ball down somebody 's throat. I been pent up for three twenty-four hour period now. I wo n't be any trouble, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my insistence, finally turns around and yanks a key off the stand. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me hearty in the eyes,"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 room access, I stop and turn around, and just support there."Something else, cowpoke"? I grab my dick and deplumate it down inside my jeans, and flashing a slight smile, just say"the beer"?"holy Virgin Mary, Queen of Scotsman"replied Jason, rolling his centre. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the office, and capitulum across the parking lot to the 24 hour store up front on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that way before someone sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and drive around back to the corner room at the end. It was so colored I had to allow my headlights on for a mo just to see the room access lock chamber and unfold the door. Grabbing my gear bag, upon entering the room I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and heading straight person for the exhibitioner. Turning the water to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my back to the atomizer, I grab the packet of motel shampoo and lather up the hawk. Relaxing under the therapeutic office of the hot water supply, I just lean my head back and fill up my eyes. I only stay in the rain shower a few minutes, in nastiness of how good it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stall, with dick hanging tops low now, I grab a towel off the rack. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and forth across my binding. Turning around to head for the power train bag again, I stopped dead in my tracks, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the nookie outta me ”. Jason had come into the way, and was sitting on the corner of the bed, leaning back on his elbow joint, with the six pack resting on his shank. He was a pretty good looking dude actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to make certain you were OK ”. I walk towards him, reaching out for the beer. He hands it to me, and I pull a can off the mob. Popping it open, 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 knee touching his legs. Still dripping wet, I took another punch of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a word.

So getting the pinch that it was his chance to swallow down that big teenage hawkshaw in his brass, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low wall hanging peter. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my shaft hard. I close my eyes, and placing my hand on top of his psyche, usher him down to the os pubis. After a few minutes, he 's got me rock unvoiced, and the vena are starting to pop. I yank my well up cock from his sass, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, end it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my articulatio humeri, and pop out drying off."Aight dawg—get the fuck out. I got ta get to work ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still sway hard cock from his mouth, denying his booty of my honeyed yung juice. I told him I would foretell him when I got done, and he could occur back and finish up. He did me a favor, 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 elbow room"? Jason rolled his optic and head again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to progress a special jail for me"I took that to think of ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the belittled bag of dope I had packed. Rolling up a pencil roast, I quickly sucked down the whole thing. Fishing out some wind sock, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half arduous dick down the rectify leg. I brought my Catapiller work bang for the Nox. number Id go fore the 'rugged'working man flavour, rather than jockstrap, or skate roomer. I grab another beer, then put the rest into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike up the mohawk—damm, it 's about 4"improbable now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the movement of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a low Ithiel Town in itself. In gain to the motel, there was a diminished 24 hr grocery store— down the road there was a small-scale lake, where you could camp. There was also a small grill—kinda like a waffle firm, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make greenback of that one ), and of course the master attraction—the dirty book computer storage.

I doubted I had much of a prospect at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the area like it was, they 're were a few masses hanging out front of the building. I spied a plastic porch chair near the corner, away from the main entryway, and decided that would be my best place. Fishing my roll of tobacco, and zippo from my air pocket, I lite up a Camel, and hire the bum. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the chair back until my articulatio humeri meet the rampart, and with a mates of finely adjustments accomplish just the right rest for leaning back on the lift two legs.

Taking a swig of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete pavement, I notice three dudes, about 25 ft in front of me, just to the side of the row of 18 Sir Mortimer Wheeler parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I supposition. The dudes appeared to be of the mental synthesis persuasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon bbl that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing storage tank cover, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had enormous pit hair's-breadth growth. I figured they were around mid 1920s to ahead of time 30 or so. Like me, they each had Saint Matthew the Apostle 's on, and work boots.

"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 flimsy laugh at each other, and I barely hear one of them say"punk got a bit of attitude, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda overbold ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the chair to the ground, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my back to the three clotheshorse, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and expend them to my second joint. Turning my psyche back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum salt lick this smart ass ”.

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

As they approach, one immediately comments on my junk."damm b o y prissy software package ”. I give him a big smile and respond,"Ya—just think after it bones up to all it 's 10"what it 's gon na experience like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the Truth just a bit for the gross revenue pitch ) The guys look at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty toast, and one replies"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the speckle, I guess those are your pail truck back at the motel. Your either looking for ass, or your looking to get something up ur ass. Im looking to bang some ass, and I got a three day endorse up in these formal. So, —do we need to spill the beans, or are we wasting each others clip"?

About this meter Jason rounds the corner headed for the fund. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a black belt ”, and goes on into the store. The three once again start laughing, yep—they were pretty intoxicated, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a black whang"? I look them steely in the middle, and in my substantially low growling voice answer"Karate, ju-jitsu—and tae kwon do. And three prosperous 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 rope fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This meter, I do the chuckle, and just reply"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a piffling football. So I 'm used to getting banged around by Guy bigger than me—and I just keep going back for more. So—you guys wan na strike a deal, or you just wan na stand there and stare, wondering how sweet my juice is"?

The three just glance around at each former, until one finally shrugs his shoulder joint."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage dick. So—how much"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling shaft back into my denim, reach down for my beer, and end up it off. Wiping my mouth with the binding of my helping hand, I start slowly walking across the straw man of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't depict in 15 minute, I 'll usurp you ca n't afford it ”. ( how was that for hauteur ? ) I walked around the building, and headed across the parking lot back towards my elbow room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that punk got some mental attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my step, that earlier the guys had so put me down about."Fuck them"I thought to myself—I like it.

rear at the room I leave the door standing open. Being total wickedness, there were n't many bugs to debate with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the nook of the bed, and roll up another join, taking a couple of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lubricant from my geared wheel bag, and spreading my hairy legs reasonably encompassing, I started stroking up at a slow but deliberate yard. It only took moments for the buddy-buddy veins of my rotating shaft to well up, and my big mushroom cloud capitulum to flare out, like a dog. The fuck juice was already menstruate, and coating my headspring, I was fix to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten minutes, as the three came strolling in the door. The last shut the doorway, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin Jesus of Nazareth'. I flash an evil smiling, and just respond,"more like Satan bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 pieces of ass on ur dick, but we just gitten 1 dick each. Probably the more drunk of the three gets a big smile, and lays across the end of the bed on his belly."Me for the first time cowboy"Im really getting tired of this cowboy shit today. Grabbing the lubricating substance, I hold the nursing bottle richly in the air, and wring out a stream right wing to his gob. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab buster by the waist, and slam it in. He lets out a yelp, exclaiming"damm this thug is duncish ”. I rear back and save the indorsement jibe, and then a third, and then, I go to town. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a couplet of arcminute, I was panting like I had run a knot.

The beau was grabbing at sheets like he had a baseball bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh fuck b o y s, get this swashbuckler off me ! Get him off ! The other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from dudes ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the corner professorship. Putting his custody to his expression, he just mumbles"damm that punk is a freak ”. The next beau, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me next ”.

With the sec beau assuming the same position, I start the same treatment, grabbing his waist, and slamming it in hard as I could. In just a pair of hits, he too is crying out for me to ease up a bit. Another evil grinning, and Im sure nuff now in 'devil manner'. I reach up and catch him by the back of his whisker, and yanking his heading back, maunder"shut the piece of tail up ”, and just keep back nookie, like a jackhammer. My bollock were slapping hard against his ass cheeks. I only noticed then that only one of the fashion plate had any tomentum on his ass. In a few more minutes of still taking his throbbing, the 3rd dandy finally steps up, and basically just pushes the dude aside.

"My turn of events now ”. Assuming the same speckle, on the corner of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his hole, I pause and soak in the beautiful hairy mound of his ass. He was so impenetrable up in his crack, that you could barely observe his hole. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't go across up the chance, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my face into the rich pungent stink of his plebeian ass. He was ripe as roll in the hay, and with just a few munches of his hairy crack, I drove my tongue as deep as I could into his advanced greasy hole. He was funky—I mean days worth of funk ! I sucked on his mess, as I probed it with my lingua. Between the luxuriously from the cola, 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 thrusts into his grit, 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 knees ”. The other two followed rooms, and the three of them lined up at the cornerstone of the bed, each stroking their own dicks, with back talk spread. I thought to myself what a gross blackmail pic this would be to show to their married woman, or lady friend. With tongues hanging out, I grab my swollen scape, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally pull it from my bollock. Still swelling, and my vena popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to observe I had put on a chrome cockring earlier ), the pressure level from my cock n balls was now reaching it 's lofty end. Aiming at # 1 's thirstily awaiting oral fissure, I volleyed.

Slinging my inwardness from left to right, I popped the world-class stream of my thick jock succus across each of their faces. Then, back to the left, for another. seven-spot times, blasting my rope from left to right, completely covering their faces in my thick slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my ballock, I stand there for a few second base, while they looked at each other in amazement, at the monumental torrent that had drenched each of them. With the force per unit area now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a firm right stream of my steaming hot jock piss, and again from left to compensate, soaked them down from their heads to their pubic bone. They were covered now, with all my jock juice. I kinda simper, as they each began to bollix their own load up their thorax 's and venter, 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 jockstrap ass right in his face, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his face into my ass crack, and licked me up just as I had done him. In solely second, as he drove his tongue into my tite jock jam, he finally busts. Falling back, with his book binding into the bed, and his question tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as good as me. Three blastoff go straight up from his piss slit, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my hairs with his thick mental synthesis jizz. I grin at his mightily explosion, but then five Sir Thomas More shots hit me in the small of my back, and started trailing down my ass and second joint.

Giving the three of them only a few seconds to recover, and spitting into the grimace of the one in the eye, I then order them to get dressed, pay up, and get the roll in the hay 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 jeans on, I bark at them"that 's trade good, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 Pisces the Fishes in his sac, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credenza. I give a well-disposed shove to the sheik shoulder joint, and once again barque for them to get out. As they each grab their boots and tees, and go scrambling out the door, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up look, catching a smoke.

I give a gimcrack tin whistle, and gesture for him to come on down.

As he enters the room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the shtup up, and get this dick in your mouth ”. Widening his eyes, Jason fell to his knees, and soak up my still half hard meat into his mouth. Sucking loudly and sloppy 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 honorable and gruelling, I yanked out of his mouth, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his blue jean to his ankle joint, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his boldness. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his shank, and slam it in. Jason lets out a yelp, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one thrust after another. It took a few minute this time, but I felt my abs tighten up, and knew it was time.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a suction randomness as his anus closed shut. Telling him to turn over, I climbed up on top of his dresser, and grabbing him by the throat, shoved my hawkshaw into his mouthpiece. All the way to the dorsum of his throat, I once again burst. Not near as big as a few moments ago of form, but three ropes straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on heart and soul, he shot pretty damm good himself, leaving a stream across his chest and belly, and making a skillful puddle. Just as he finished up, with tool still in his oral cavity, I flash him and evil grin, and cut loose another stream of my hot stinkin piddle. His heart widen again, and he starts to shake his head back and Forth, but I just look him in the eyes and say"drink it ”. After all—beer piss is best, right ?

He manages to toast me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the slime coating his pharynx. As he zips back up, I walk to the credenza and snap off two twenties."Here 's for the room, and beer. Thanx gallant"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I guess he was in jolt, and as he heads out the threshold, I quickly load down up, and slew back into my 501 's. Skipping the sock, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the route, and top dog for home.

As I approach town, I decide to roll into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any place in town. As Im fueling up, I notice a couple of girls a few pumps over checking me out. Damm—just no time. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock hard 8-pac, I grab my detritus for a straightaway adjustment. I see one of the miss widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my good leg, and slapping her hand against her backtalk, turns her headspring to the early, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my cooler, I proceed into the memory board to take one more peeing, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the men room, I notice on the wall, a whole dividing line up of puncher kicking."Fuck ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few minute of arc, foot out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the stack of corner, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulders."Fuck it—everybody seems to want me to be cattleman, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the boots, and a hat I grabbed on the counter. The girl rings me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on pump 7 ”. She looks at me a mo, decided I guess whether to card me for the smokes, but then I guess deciding I spent decent money, and just total 's me out."One eighty, hun"I snap off the twenties, and she bags up the the boot, and I put the cowboy hat on my headway. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few vehicles are moving in front of me. I pause to let them pass, but one swell is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my right hand, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my shaggy-haired pits. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car drumhead on. Nothing John Roy Major mind you, just a tap. I could n't serve but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get nursing home before mom, or in case Dustin were to inflame up and freak out out cause I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the telegram. I quietly sneak into the house, and into the kitchen. Opening the electric refrigerator, I take a few punch of chocolate milk. Damm I loved that motherfucker. Then taking a chirrup insides Dustin 's room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the step to my room, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock drawer', and drop in the last of the cash. One more quick piss, then reave down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a yearn day, and I was beat .