New athlete Tales—Freshman twelvemonth -- Chptr 12 -- Happy 4th of July

summer had been slap-up -- -and so was aliveness. I had coined my own slight phrase --

"one lucky white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass suspensor infantry now at a 12, poppin 8 hard second power of abs, 9"of vein poppin cock, and that severe cycle hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pit. I tried to keep myself in check, and not brag, or get a big caput about it all. Damm, I had more diddley than well-nigh seniors.

But not just the awing bod, but sprightliness in cosmopolitan. Living the phantasy of taking our fledgling squad to a state championship was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should consume accomplished that. We lived in a nice house in a restrained neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was dandy at jackin my hawkshaw for me—he loved to watch me nut : ) Mom had a good job. And I was knocking down Cash beyond all fantasy marketing my big jock shaft to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old perverts and center age cougars were the best -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of Department of Agriculture choice. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a pound, lol.

I tried to conceive 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 lading. I had played around with enough guy wire by now to substantiate it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 times more than normal—and distance as well. inferno I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken circle of thickly suspensor jizz. Damm, I prolly shot decent succus by now to get populated a little Ithiel Town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still betimes, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and heading upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sabbatum morn toon."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ Well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't feed my lil bro much attending these days—between the mowing line ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer fisticuffs, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't get much free time. And football practice would start up in just 3 weeks -- -jeez. I was going to induce to start working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the bod I had, shit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after specialty training. Varsity would be a lot harder than fledgling football. The guy cable would be way bigger. And the strength training would benefit the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guy wire, for no understanding 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 distich of sips of my deep brown there was a whack at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front man door and opening it, I liked to have lost my shit. There stood Mark Mattox, and Maurice Inigo Jones."What the fuck do you be intimate want ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day last yr 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 grease bike. Im thinking I want some drums, too : )

"We just wan na talk, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ Football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."come on Matthew—we just wan na talk of the town."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 offer them any. Then down to the basement, they took a nates each in the beanbags, and I in the lounger. I assumed an arrogant side, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my detritus bent free, and visible from their Angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's jolly simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the first team team from gradation. This year will be every bit as hard as last year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and capitulum for the bathroom. Standing at the sewer, I shed the gym drawers, and cut loose a firm potent peeing. I had n't cut one yet that break of day, and now had two cups of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same status, spreading my hairy leg, then giving a illumine tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice second power in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my shaft ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hate look, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the command."You want that jersey ? sucking my dick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."CRAWL you black son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at mark Mattox, Maruice drops to his hands and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulder joint now buried right between my hairy muscled thigh, suck in my half concentrated shaft in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my limb up behind my capitulum, locking them together, and require a more dilute out slump in the death chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scene. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouth, relishing the flavor of his loggerheaded black lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling cock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty part. As Maurice tightens the grip of his lips, and moving from my wee slit to my pubes with each motion, I step up the pace of fucking his mouth, now hitting the back of his throat with each thrusting. Maurice gags just a bit each time he goes down, as my 3"loins go up his nose, which just brought an vicious grinning 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 time of day now since I got up. I take a speedy huff of my proper pit, burying my bushy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick throb at my funk, I bring my arms down, and lock my manpower around the spine of Maurice header. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. gibe after scene of my stocky athletic supporter goo go flying down Maurice throat, straight to his belly. I increase the

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

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

I order Maurice to release around, back on all four, and to bury his typeface in the floor. Looking over at Mattox, with the Lapp stern face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a public eye, and I return the same. 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 straight, but like me, he did make a affair for some tite oily man golf hole. If for no other intellect, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and slough his jeans. Still wearing his tee shirt, and wind sleeve, I thought it was a sexy look. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his articulatio genus behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."Fuck no—spit on him ”. fool 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 shopping centre of Maurice whoreson. As he starts working his own hawkshaw up, I had a momentary appreciation of his pretty impressive tool. Mark was hung about 10 ”, and tiptop fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the human body I would later call 'zero waist stock'. As he strokes up to get his massive fuck stick hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. suction that hole. Munch that Joseph Black ass out, and get him sloppy ”. Mattox resisted, saying it was n't his affair. 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 instant of vacillation, Mattox finally lowers his facial expression down to Maurice ass cranny. Pushing his mouth into it 's dark black scissure, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream cone ”. I was actually surprise that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being somewhat straight, I did n't see him as the character that would sacrifice such a nasty act for soul 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 stain to stick by it in, and fuck the diddly outta Maurice maw."Get up in them sand, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chair, and walked over to a nook of the elbow room, 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 auricle, Mattox gets a look of fear in his look. Grabbing Maurice now by the shank, he begins a relentless hammer of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his chest turns red, and effort get-go pouring from his stone pit, and frontal bone, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a little pup. Close sufficiency, I decide.

As the mo arrives, Mark 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 brass, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely scare the roll in the hay out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as Mark begins to lessen, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across chump 's back and shoulders, then toss it to the face. Mark 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 ribs, tell him to roll over onto his cover. Then, kicking Maurice in the grimace, ordination him to lay across St. Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him clean"I draw my clenched fist back, but with the terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up Mark 's still half hard prick, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his dick.

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

I clear my pharynx, and still glaring at Maurice, reply with,"I 'll let ya try out—just like everybody else. And if you make it, you will blow my pecker -- -every workweek, for as long as you play. inner circle 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 cartoons. I grin at him. Was n't showing him much attending these days, but I did have intercourse the minuscule fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best Elvis smirk, I softly let out,"well-chosen birthday, lil bull -- -- ur a fuckin stripling ”. A gleam comes across his nerve, 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 umber bar ”. Justin gleaming like it was Christmas. As Mark and Maurice approach the movement door, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just glare at me, prolly thinking, 'what an asshole'.