New Jock Tales—Freshman Year -- Chptr 12 -- Happy 4th of July

Summer had been heavy -- -and so was life story. I had coined my own little phrase --

"one favourable Patrick Victor Martindale White boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock human foot now at a 12, poppin 8 severe squares of abs, 9"of mineral vein poppin peter, and that gruelling rung hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front line of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pits. I tried to sustain myself in check, and not tout, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than near senior.

But not just the awe-inspiring bod, but life in general. Living the phantasy of taking our entrant squad to a res publica championship was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should accept accomplished that. We lived in a decent house in a control neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my dick for me—he loved to watch me nut : ) Mom had a well job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all fantasise merchandising my big jock pecker to pretty practically whomever wanted it. Old perverts and middle age puma were the in force -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a pound, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the amount of junk I blew every time I popped a load. I had played around with enough cat by now to understand it was monolithic. I 'd say maybe 5 times Thomas More than normal—and space as well. Hell I could pullulate about 6 feet—unbroken roofy of thickly jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot adequate juice by now to have populated a small Ithiel Town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still other, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and headland upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday break of the day toon."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't turn over my lil bro much tending these days—between the mowing line of work ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summertime boxing, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't have a great deal free clock time. And football practice would lead off up in just 3 weeks -- -jeez. I was going to possess to start working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the build I had, stool I got 16"bi-ceps now, but Thomas More after lastingness preparation. Varsity would be a lot harder than Freshman football game. The guys would be way crowing. And the strength training would profit the fisticuffs as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other Guy, for no reason at to the lowest degree, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a duo of sips of my coffee there was a smash at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front door and opening it, I liked to have lost my squat. There stood patsy Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the shag do you hump want ?"I was pretty self-important and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolt for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day lastly year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the menage from having r a p e d my ass the nighttime before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the dirt wheel. 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 lecture."I ai n't got ta lot of time, so come on ”.

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee bean. Did n't even offer them any. Then down to the basement, they took a backside each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant position, slumping down in the professorship, and spreading my hairy muscled ramification, just enough to let my junk hang barren, and visible from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty uncomplicated Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity team from commencement exercise. This year will be every bit as hard as conclusion twelvemonth"Already disgusted I hop up from the lounger and head for the lav. Standing at the john, I shed the gym trunks, and cut loose a strong brawny piss. I had n't cut one yet that morn, and now had two cups of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the reclining chair, I assumed the Lapplander position, spreading my hairy branch, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice foursquare in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my cock ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred feel, even though he had been there before. After just a few second gear, I repeated the bidding."You want that jersey ? suction my tool ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."crawling you black son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at stigma Mattox, Maruice drops to his workforce and knee joint and actually crawled over to me, and with his berm now buried right between my hairy muscled thighs, sucks in my half hard pecker in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my head, locking them together, and admit a more extend 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 sassing, relishing the tactile property of his thick ignominious lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling stopcock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty interpreter. As Maurice tightens the clasp of his back talk, and moving from my micturate snatch to my pubes with each motion, 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 time he goes down, as my 3"pubic bone go up his nose, which just brought an evil grin to my face.

Usually the sunup nut is one of the low matter I do, but I had n't got to it yet this morning—and it 's been about 2 hours now since I got up. I take a quick huff of my compensate pit, burying my bushy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick throb at my Casimir Funk, I bring my arms down, and interlace my hands around the spinal column of Maurice chief. Giving him a brutal thrust down his pharynx, and raising my rose hip up off the chair, I unload. nip after shot of my boneheaded supporter goo go flying down Maurice throat, straight to his belly. I increase the

f o r c e of each thrust, as I unload my juice into his gumption. Gritting my tooth, 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 ramification at the ankles, and just sit there playing with my balls.

I club Maurice to turn around, back on all fours, and to entomb his face in the trading floor. Looking over at Mattox, with the same quarter look, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glare, and I return the same. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of attitude if goose egg else. I figure him to be pretty straight, but like me, he did have got a thing for some tite greasy man jam. If for no other reason, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and sheds his denim. Still wearing his tee shirt, and air sock, I thought it was a sexy flavour. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his stifle behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."shtup no—spit on him ”. Mark 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 cocksucker. As he starts working his own prick up, I had a momentary wonder of his reasonably impressive dick. Mark was hung about 10 ”, and A-one fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the form I would later call 'zero waist line'. As he strokes up to get his massive fuck pose hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. suck that hole. munch that dark ass out, and get him slipshod ”. 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 instant of faltering, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass cracking. Pushing his mouth into it 's dark Black person cracking, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream cone ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such mortification himself. Being pretty straight, I did n't see him as the type that would sacrifice such a foul act for person 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 sign to beat it in, and fuck the shit outta Maurice hole."Get up in them grit, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chair, and walked over to a street corner of the room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right of Mattox, I softly maunder,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a feeling of fearfulness in his brass. Grabbing Maurice now by the waistline, he begins a unappeasable pounding of Maurice tite greasy hollow. As his chest turns red, and perspiration starts pouring from his pits, and brow, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a footling puppy. Close enough, I decide.

As the moment arrives, print takes a final v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice catgut, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely dash the fuck out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as cross begins to settle, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his paunch, I take the cut. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's back and shoulders, then toss it to the side of meat. 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 twine over onto his rachis. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, guild him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him make clean"I draw my fist back, but with the panic in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up Gospel According to Mark 's still half punishing peter, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his dick.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the rectify leg, and tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the laces on my PF bill, I grunt through my tooth,"I aint such a slit 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 care everybody else. And if you make it, you will go down on my cock -- -every week, 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 lots attention these days, but I did love the little shag. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my dependable pane smirk, I softly let out,"happy natal day, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin adolescent ”. A glimmer comes across his face, and almost rallying cry, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget person 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 chocolate bar ”. Justin gleams like it was Yule. As Mark and Maurice approach the front threshold, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just glare at me, prolly thinking, 'what an bunghole'.