New Jock 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 room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his room, with his weapon over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop gravy, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Jesus Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared St. Matthew"“ Oh fuck dandy, you mean the storm"? BAMM grumbling grumble"Ahhhh yes, Matthew the storm -- -Im mark"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a jolly drastic storm -- -even for East Texas. I grabbed my lil bro by the shank, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his legs around my waist, and his arms around my neck. His shake turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my hand up to his head, and tossling his hairsbreadth, I tried to assure him that it was just big H. I headed for the bathroom to take a piss, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a longsighted strong stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a low field glass of milk. Placing it in the microwave to warm up 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 slug of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to toast up, and placing the glass on the kitchen table, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a full body slam 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 weaponry. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the lowly parting of my back, and snuggled his nous just under my pit."You stink, Matthew"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to log Z's"

When I awoke again later that morning, our side 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 dick was tilt hard now, holding back a impudent supply of morning piss. I was right in the small cracking of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

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

Rolling over on my book binding, I reach into the nite standpoint and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a promptly drag. Just a footling buzz would be fine for now. As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my dick. It only took moments for me to get fully cram. I looked down and smiled at my big teenager age dick. Eight fuckin column inch so far, and only 15 years old. I instruct Dustin to snaffle my head with his fist, and rub my pollex over my relieve oneself cunt. There it was—an dateless supply of fuck juice. nearly b o y s did n't even ooze juice, but I had enuff for various. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing hard, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The feeling set in right away. I spread my wooden leg just a bit, and raised my left arm up over my head. Turning to the left field, I take a quick whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to pick up the tempo. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so precious watching his still boylike fist grabbing my thick jock dick. He glanced up at my face, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my abdomen and thigh tighten up, I spread my ramification a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my Ball, I gave them a severely squeezing and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four streams of unploughed jizz flying out of my hawkshaw head like a rocket launch, each one hitting the wall over my forefront, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the wall, Dustin still jackin my prick, and shot 5 more ropes of thick athletic supporter succus across my pectus and belly. I was in impact at the sum of money of my load. Even in the few porns I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that practically jizz. I was thinking I may induce just set a public record, lol.

Before I could calm down, and collect my intellection, there was a rapping at the front door."Fuck"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the basement to the front door. I grabbed a pr of gym shorts from the floor, and a dirty tee to wipe off the jizz from my body. I tell Dustin to bolt for his room.

At the threshold was Mark Mattox."What 's up dude"he exclaimed all cheerfull and poop. I hated happy break of day citizenry."Dude—come on in, I got ta appearance you sompin"Literally grabbing Mark by the hand, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the wall above my bed."Jesus Dillon -- -you just do that"? Mark was ecstatic."Ya swell, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ holy place fuck fop -- -I seen grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record"“ fuck ya dude -- -Im impress with myself"I kinda chuckled at my skill.

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

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

We had a noontide secret plan, and this would be the end of the season for crib League. I asked Mark to run me over to the field, 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 little league game in progress. I hand Dustin a few one dollar bill and told him 'do n't get into any trouble'. In the cabinet way a few other bozo 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 bats and batting helmets. I flashed him a big smile and asked him was he abusing that footling prick of his. He flashed back a big grin and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! Three 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 prominence, and my tite lunar month shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping iron, and working up a sweat, home run again complimented me on my fine body. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still pretty skinny -- -just 29"waist. The 6 pac was poppin out really sound, and I started some really intense crunch."open it the summer, Dillon, you 'll have 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged Deutschmark. I grinned at the anticipation of having an 8 pac by the time football started next fall. On the workbench wardrobe now, workin up the shoulder joint, one of the dudes walked by and popped me pretty hard right on my athlete strap."What the know dude"? It actually hurt passably bad."Cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the enceinte dick -- -fuckin show off"One of the other b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur cock Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their function.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 minutes"That was the cue to get dressed, and get ready for the game. 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 peg, 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 intense. We stayed neck and neck with the Tigers, until now, it was the rear end of the ninth, and I was the last batter. As I approached the plate, I look over and see Tony in the dugout. 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 number 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 testis, you wheel his ass over here to this plateful as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called clip in, and as the Tigers exposure took the stance, preparing for the wind up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center field. The push went nuts, with yowl and cheers. It took a lot of hairy testicle for someone in pony league to pull a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the pic prepared for the wind up, he then called clock time. It was getting brainsick out here for sure. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this game Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that ball out of the park, I WILL suck -- YOUR -- gumshoe"I flash a big grin at Cole Parker, and said to him"You got your watchword on that"? Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The wind up—and the pitch shot. It was either the league championship, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so arduous that I felt every bone 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 common, in idle silence. And there it went.

clean over center field -- -clearing the fence by over three fundament. Still, the stadium was silent, and immobilise in time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to look behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the home plate. I grab the handles of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as heavily and fast as I could, the front wheels wobbling in the dirt."I hope it does n't engage up"was all I could opine. First—second -- third -- and finally, HOME. The gang went totally atomic. I continued pushing Tony around in rophy, doing donuts, if you will. In the XTC of the mo, I ripped my Jersey off, Tarzan way, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's shoulders, raising his arm in victory. My bushy pits were dripping in lather, running down my rib John Cage, and I could smell my own ripe athletic supporter Casimir Funk. My dick twitched a bit. Mark had managed to work his way into the crowd to home plate. He smack me on the belly, and told me to look down. In all the excitement, and jumping and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my minuscule bro, Dustin had managed to climb the fence, and was running towards me to home crustal plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in traffic circle, tears now in my oculus. I kissed Dustin rightfield on the back talk. He laughed, and wiped it off with the spine of his hired man. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the heart --"Bro -- -go find that orb. Twenty bucks Dustin, go find my ball"He nodded his nous up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the flat coat, gave him a hard smack on the butt."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a cougar. I had no view about it at that moment, but years later, I would painfully figure out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the reason I walked on. And that adoration would get his own motivation for becoming quite the baseball game star himself. And as we both got older, I less and less gave him the clock time of day.

The cheers continued around the field. I could see the TV crew making it 's way over to home plate. Parker, still standing on the pictures mound, glanced over at me, with his principal hung. I pointed at him, with an evil grin. He gave me back a thumb up, indicating he would live up to the bet.

After about an hour and half, the crowd finally starts to dissipate, and some of us start heading for the locker elbow room to shower up and alteration wearing apparel. I run up to Brassica oleracea acephala Parker, and grabbing him by his jersey, just say"common punk, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right fuckin now, campaign Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to exit down on this big suspensor dick"I dragged him around to the back of the shower sign of the zodiac. It was a weird thing -- -this second paries that protruded about three feet out from the back rampart of the house, then ran about half the length of the home. 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 glitch when they built the edifice, so there we have it—more like a big W.C. behind the building.

We walk in and I close the gate, and pushing Cole to the back, catch him by the hair and push him down to his knee joint. I whip out my big 8"of jock nub, return him a grin, and just say"suction ”. As kale opens his back talk, I waist no time in shoving my center down his throat. Tightening my bag on his hair, I instantly go into a relentless pounding of his pharynx, plunging my now sway hard tool to the spine of his pharynx, my pubic region going up his nose with each knife thrust. It took no meter for the prig to start pouring out of Cole 's nose, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vena poppin shaft into his throat. I took my left hand and slapped him up side the face,"squeeze those back talk punk, make it smashed"I ordered him as I continued to run my tool in and out of his throat. Again, taking my bequeath script, this time grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my cock going in and out of his plastered wet throat. The snoot continued to pullulate, as well now as the perspiration pouring from my pits and belly. I yanked my dick from his mouth, and shoved his face into my right pit."seeing red it dude -- -just like glue. Learn my stink, causal agent you 'll be getting lots more than of it ”. I moved his font from my pit over to the left one, then ordered him to lick the travail from my ripe pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the Casimir Funk of my infernal region, as I returned him to the right one to bat it scavenge as well. I do n't know what got over me, but I was really boning up on the abuse I was giving to kail.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my shaft, and shoved it again, straight down his pharynx."God damm ur fuckin good"Grabbing him now by both sides of his point, I began slamming his throat hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to fight back me off, as he began to die and gag on my big teenaged age dick."Had enuff, hoodlum"? I asked him staring into his eyes. All he could do was nod his head up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your pants"A looking at of horror came over Cole 's face, and he shook his head back and Forth."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that thing in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not voice of the mess"kail responded in a panic."You want me to finish up ur ass, and plant my junk in ur gumption, or put it back in ur mouth, and flood your mouthpiece with it"?

"Enuff dude"!



"I said I 'd suck ur prick bro, and I sucked ur gumshoe. Did n't say nothing 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 cock dude, and that 's it. No fuckin more"Having reached that 'crazed'state of judgement, I could n't stop. I rared back with my right arm, and delivered a crushing bump to the right side of Cole 's nerve. Before he could reclaim, I delivered three papa to his right wing eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his human face dripping onto his shoulder joint."Redeemer Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the fuck is unseasonable with you"?"Want some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, punk"With that I swung a left crossbreed across his mouthpiece, busting his lip open, again the b l o o d dripping down his mentum, hitting his chest. I grabbed him by both position of his head, and pulled him in close to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spat my spitting and snob into his mouth. Then delivering three grueling shock to his gut, I slung him down to the ground on his venter. I got hold of his belt, and ripped it from his pants, and shucked them down. One more blast to the right k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some dick now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a thoroughgoing madman at this point. Whimpering now, Cole finally relented—"ya Dillon, give it to me"Angry, I struck him on the book binding of his drumhead."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 roll in the hay me heavily and wear out ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An evil chortle emerged from my throat—deep down from the contraceptive diaphragm. Again I worked up a handful of spittle and snot, and ran it over the pulsating purpleness mushroom-shaped cloud top dog, of my juice oozing dick. I slicked up the whole psyche, and then ran my helping hand up into the crack of colewort 's ass crack. Pushing my middle finger deep into his extremely tite athletic supporter hole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even broken the toilet report, lol ) to loosen him up. I pull my digit, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing cole by his hair again, and pulling his drumhead backwards, shove the finger's breadth into his mouth."suction it, pig"was all I said to him. In the Sami movement, I squeeze my dick hard, and slam into kail 's tight Virgo the Virgin pickle. Wasting no prison term, I went right into plunging my rock hard marrow into the depths of his guts, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his side into the concrete rampart, I relentlessly began pounding his grit like a pneumatic hammer. It only took about 10-12 drive, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Bird Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as backbreaking as I could deliver. Still holding him by his hair's-breadth, and slamming his aspect into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an hour, destroying his cerise. 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 athlete hole. My belly was so tight, that it was now easy to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to have grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked Cole around, and shoved his back up against the wall. Grabbing his hair again, I popped his back talk 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."Suck it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a demon."Use ur tongue hood, get it unspoilt and sporting"With no energy to struggle back, Brassica oleracea acephala did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably full and clean, and reared my chief backwards, and mop up my eyes, cut release. Cole went into a convulsion like epileptic shock as I cut loose the stream of my hot tight stinkin jockstrap piss down his pharynx. I filled his belly with my nectar, 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 expectoration and snot to his face, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football game ”