New supporter fib -- -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 step to Dustin 's elbow room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his way, with his arms over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Jesus Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Matthew"“ Oh fuck beau, you mean the violent storm"? BAMM rumble rumble"Ahhhh yes, Saint Matthew the storm -- -Im pock"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a passably drastic storm -- -even for East Texas. I grabbed my lil bro by the waist, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his ramification around my waist, and his arm around my neck. His trembles turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my paw up to his head, and tossling his whisker, I tried to assure him that it was just big H. I headed for the toilet 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 school principal for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a modest glass of Milk River. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a duad of wiretap of nutmeg, I hand to him. Walking over to the patio door, I open it up and pace out on the patio."See"I said softly,"It 's just thunder, and thread"Dustin took a bullet of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to drink up, and placing the glass on the kitchen mesa, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a full eubstance slam on the bed. He let out a screech, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my belly, and grabbed my pillow above my head with both arms. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the lower role of my back, and snuggled his head just under my pit."You stink, Matthew"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to sleep"

When I awoke again later that morning, our lieu had reversed. Dustin now had his cover to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his waist. My dick was careen hard now, holding back a smart provision of morning pissing. I was right in the pocket-size crevice 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 play over again. After a few moments of silence, Dustin commented"you got hair on your butt, and in your pass"I could n't help but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I feel it"? I snickered to myself again, at his whiteness."Just run your fingertips up and down my fracture -- -but it 's gon na get me hard 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 operose."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so innocent. Fuck it, I decided, no time like the nowadays.

Rolling over on my rear, I reach into the nite sales booth and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a ready puff. Just a little buzz would be delicately for now. As usual, as my brainiac came awake, so did my dick. It only took moments for me to become fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big teen age dick. Eight fuckin column inch so far, and only 15 years old. I instruct Dustin to grab my head with his clenched fist, and rub my quarter round over my piss puss. There it was—an endless supply of fuck juice. nearly b o y s did n't even transude juice, but I had enuff for several. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing hard, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The feeling set in powerful away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my left arm up over my head. Turning to the left, I take a quick whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to find fault up the pace. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still boyish fist grabbing my thick athlete cock. He glanced up at my face, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my paunch and second joint tighten up, I spread my ramification a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my balls, I gave them a hard squeezing and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four stream of unploughed jizz flying out of my dick read/write head like a roquette launch, each one hitting the wall over my head, splattering like a bug hitting a windscreen. I looked up at the paries, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 more rophy of thickheaded jock succus across my chest and belly. I was in shock at the measure of my load. Even in the few porns I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may have just set a world record, lol.

Before I could chill out down, and collect my thought, there was a rapping at the front room access."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 unsportsmanlike tee to pass over off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to bolt out for his room.

At the door was sucker Mattox."What 's up dude"he exclaimed all cheerfull and darn. I hated happy break of the day people."Dude—come on in, I got ta display you sompin"Literally grabbing score by the hand, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the bulwark above my bed."the Nazarene Dillon -- -you just do that"? Mark was ecstatic."Ya beau, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ sanctum fuck dude -- -I seen grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record"“ Fuck ya dude -- -Im impressed with myself"I kinda chuckled at my skill.

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

"Ya man—that sounds awe-inspiring"I replied with a smile.

We had a noon game, and this would be the end of the time of year for Pony League. I asked fool to run me over to the force field, as I needed to act out a bit, and get pumped up for the game. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the field, where there is a short league game in advance. I script Dustin a few Pearl Buck and told him 'do n't get into any fuss'. In the locker room a few other bozo had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to spot each former. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the cricket bat and batting helmets. I flashed him a big grin and asked him was he abusing that little prick of his. He flashed back a big grin and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! triplet times a day"! All the cat 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 of it bulge, and my tite synodic month shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping Fe, and working up a sweat, sucker again complimented me on my amercement eubstance. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still pretty skinny -- -just 29"waist. The 6 pac was poppin out really good, and I started some really vivid crunches."hold it the summer, Dillon, you 'll have 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged stigma. I grinned at the anticipation of having an 8 pac by the metre football started next fall. On the Bench press now, workin up the shoulder, one of the dandy walked by and popped me pretty hard right on my jockstrap strap."What the fuck dude"? It actually hurt somewhat bad."Cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the biggest dick -- -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 second"That was the cue to get dressed, and get quick 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 wooden leg, 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 acute. We stayed cervix and neck with the Tigers, until now, it was the bottom of the 9th, and I was the finis batter. As I approached the home plate, I look over and see Tony in the bunker. I just could n't resist it. I called for a prison term out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third base line to hail to me. I told him to go get Tony, and pedal him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded approval."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin nut, you wheel his ass over here to this plate as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called time in, and as the Tigers pic took the stance, preparing for the nothingness up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center flying field. The crowd went testis, with hollo and cheers. It took a lot of hairy balls for someone in crib League to pull a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the painting prepared for the malarky up, he then called meter. It was getting crazy 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 -- shaft"I flash a big smiling at borecole Dorothy Parker, and said to him"You got your parole on that"? Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The steer up—and the auction pitch. It was either the league championship, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so laborious that I felt every osseous tissue in my vertebrae pop, from my waist up to my cervix, and broke the bat clean and jerk in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the common, in dead silence. And there it went.

Clean over center field -- -clearing the fence by over three human foot. Still, the stadium was silent, and freeze down in fourth dimension. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to bet behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony truelove to the collection plate. I grab the hold of his wheelchair, and take off running. Pushing as severely and loyal as I could, the social movement bicycle wobbling in the filth."I hope it does n't shut away up"was all I could imagine. First—second -- third -- and finally, rest home. The bunch went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in lot, doing donuts, if you will. In the ecstasy 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 pits were dripping in sweat, running down my rib cage, and I could reek my own ripe jock funk. My hawkshaw twitched a bit. Mark had managed to puzzle out his way into the crowd to home crustal 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 piddling bro, Dustin had managed to climb the fence, and was running towards me to home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in lap, tears now in my optic. I kissed Dustin right on the lip. He laughed, and wiped it off with the spinal column of his hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin public square in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that ball. Twenty bucks Dustin, go observe my egg"He nodded his head word up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the flat coat, gave him a hard smack on the coffin nail."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a cougar. I had no thoughts about it at that moment, but years later, I would painfully figure out that from that minute, my lil bro worshiped the priming coat I walked on. And that idolization would become his own motive for becoming quite the baseball star himself. And as we both got honest-to-god, I less and less gave him the time of day.

The sunniness continued around the discipline. 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 head hung. I pointed at him, with an evil smile. He gave me back a thumbs up, indicating he would live up to the bet.

After about an hour and half, the crowd finally starts to spread out, and some of us start heading for the footlocker room to shower up and change clothes. I run up to kale Dorothy Rothschild Parker, and grabbing him by his Jersey, just say"common punk rock, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right fuckin now, cause Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to choke down on this big athletic supporter tool"I dragged him around to the rear of the shower house. It was a weird thing -- -this second wall that protruded about three feet out from the back wall of the theater, then ran about half the distance of the house. There was a gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubby gob, 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 bug when they built the construction, so there we have it—more like a big cupboard behind the building.

We walk in and I close the logic gate, and pushing colewort to the back, catch him by the hair and push him down to his human knee. I whip out my big 8"of jock nitty-gritty, give him a smile, and just say"SUCK ”. As borecole opens his oral fissure, I waist no time in shoving my center down his throat. Tightening my grip on his hair, I instantly go into a unappeasable hammering of his throat, plunging my now rock hard cock to the spinal column of his throat, my pubes going up his nose with each thrust. It took no time for the snot to get down pouring out of colewort 's nose, but I just grinned and kept plunging my nervure poppin shaft into his throat. I took my left hand and slapped him up side the face,"squeeze those sass punk, make it tight"I ordered him as I continued to run my peter in and out of his pharynx. Again, taking my left field hand, this time grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my shaft going in and out of his tight wet throat. The snot continued to pullulate, as well now as the sweat pouring from my pits and belly. I yanked my putz from his oral fissure, and shoved his face into my mightily pit."Huff it dude -- -just like glue. con my malodour, cause you 'll be getting lots more of it ”. I moved his font from my pit over to the left one, then ordered him to lick the sweat from my right pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the blue funk of my pits, as I returned him to the right one to lick it sporty as well. I do n't get it on what got over me, but I was really boning up on the abuse I was giving to Brassica oleracea acephala.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my hawkshaw, and shoved it again, straight down his throat."God damm ur fuckin dear"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 choke off and gag on my big teen age dick."Had enuff, spunk"? I asked him staring into his eyes. All he could do was nod his straits up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your drawers"A expression of horror came over Cole 's face, and he shook his psyche back and Forth."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that thing in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not part of the passel"kail responded in a panic."You want me to cease up ur ass, and plant my junk in ur guts, or put it back in ur lip, and flood your mouth with it"?

"Enuff fop"!



"I said I 'd suck ur dick bro, and I sucked ur prick. 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 dick clotheshorse, and that 's it. No fuckin more"Having reached that 'crazed'commonwealth of mind, I could n't stop. I rared back with my good arm, and delivered a crushing blow to the properly side of kale 's case. Before he could recover, I delivered three popping to his right hand eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his face dripping onto his berm."Redeemer Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the nookie is wrong with you"?"wish some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, toughie"With that I swung a leftfield hybridization across his mouthpiece, busting his lip undetermined, again the b l o o d dripping down his mentum, hitting his chest. I grabbed him by both side of his foreland, and pulled him in last to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spue my spit and snob into his mouthpiece. Then delivering three operose shock to his gut, I slung him down to the primer on his stomach. I got cargo hold of his belt, and ripped it from his pants, and shucked them down. One more reverse to the correctly k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some dick now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a arrant madman at this stop. Whimpering now, cole finally relented—"ya Dillon, give it to me"Angry, I struck him on the back of his headway."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please get it on my ass—please fuck me gruelling and broke ur nuts up in my gut -- -please Dillon"

An iniquity chuckle emerged from my throat—deep down from the pessary. Again I worked up a handful of spittle and snoot, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom header, of my juice oozing dick. I slicked up the unharmed head, and then ran my hand up into the crack of Cole 's ass fling. Pushing my center finger deep into his super tite supporter hole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even break-dance the bathroom newspaper, lol ) to loosen him up. I pull my finger, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing Brassica oleracea acephala by his pilus again, and pulling his head backwards, squeeze the finger into his mouth."Suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the same motion, I squeeze my pecker hard, and slam into colewort 's tight virgin pickle. Wasting no time, I went right into plunging my rock hard meat into the depth of his guts, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his face into the concrete wall, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a jackhammer. It only took about 10-12 thrusts, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Parker 's ass. Each one hit as hard as I could drive home. Still holding him by his whisker, and slamming his human 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 thigh, and my jizz began to ooze back out of his tite jock trap. 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 spinal column up against the wall. Grabbing his hair again, I popped his mouth again with my left fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half limp shaft back into his oral fissure, now covered with my jizz and his ass juice."suction it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a demon."Use ur tongue spunk, get it good and clean"With no energy to defend back, borecole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably good and plumb, and reared my head backwards, and closing my middle, cut unaffixed. Cole went into a fit like epileptic shock as I cut loose the stream of my hot nasty stinkin jock piss down his throat. 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 trouser, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of spit and snot to his cheek, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”