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

summertime had been enceinte -- -and so was life. I had coined my own little set phrase --

"one lucky Elwyn Brooks White boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock substructure now at a 12, poppin 8 hard square toes of abs, 9"of vein poppin cock, and that firmly one shot hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in straw man of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pits. I tried to keep myself in stay, and not shoot a line, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than most elder.

But not just the awful bod, but life in superior general. Living the illusion of taking our fledgling team to a state championship was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice star sign in a temperate neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my dick for me—he loved to take in me nut : ) Mom had a serious job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all fantasize selling my big jock pecker to pretty a lot whomever wanted it. Old perverts and in-between age cougars were the well -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA pick. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a pound sterling, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the amount of money of dust I blew every clock time I popped a burden. I had played around with plenty guys by now to agnize it was monumental. I 'd say maybe 5 times more than normal—and length as well. hell I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick jockstrap jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough juice by now to give birth populated a small Town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and capitulum upstairs for some burnt umber. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sabbatum morning toon."Dustin -- -you make this umber"? ?"Ya Gospel According to Matthew"“ fountainhead damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't yield my lil bro much attention these days—between the mowing Job ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer fisticuffs, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't cause lots free time. And football practice would start up in just 3 workweek -- -jeez. I was going to have to start working out just any day now. Not after magnanimous muscles—I liked the frame I had, horseshit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after strength education. Varsity would be a lot firmly than Freshman football. The Guy would be way bigger. And the military capability training would benefit the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting early Guy, for no reason at least, but fuck it—if your in that halo, they 're gon na bruise you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a couple of sips of my deep brown there was a smash at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the forepart threshold and opening it, I liked to have lost my horseshit. There stood Deutsche Mark Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the fuck do you get it on need ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his elbow 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 dirt bike. Im thinking I want some drums, too : )

"We just wan na talking, Saint Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ football game ”."Not fuckin likely ”."cum on Matthew—we just wan na talk."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 stern each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant status, slumping down in the chairman, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my dust bent gratuitous, and visible from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity team from graduation. This year will be every bit as hard as last twelvemonth"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and header for the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a substantial powerful weewee. I had n't cut one yet that sunrise, and now had two cups of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same posture, spreading my hairy peg, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my dick ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred look, even though he had been there before. After just a few sec, I repeated the command."You want that jersey ? suck my peter ”. 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 men and knee joint and actually crawled over to me, and with his berm now buried right between my hairy muscled thighs, sucking in my half hard dick in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my head, locking them together, and take a more adulterate out slump in the chairperson. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scene. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouth, relishing the feel of his fatheaded black rim as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling turncock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty phonation. As Maurice tightens the grip of his lips, and moving from my water slit to my pubes with each move, I step up the tempo of fucking his back talk, now hitting the vertebral column of his throat with each poking. Maurice gags just a bit each time he goes down, as my 3"loins go up his olfactory organ, which just brought an immorality grin to my face.

Usually the sunrise nut is one of the start things I do, but I had n't got to it yet this morning—and it 's been about 2 hour now since I got up. I take a fast huff of my right pit, burying my bushy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my prick throb at my blue funk, I bring my arms down, and shut away my custody around the binding of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. scene after shot of my fatheaded athlete goo go flying down Maurice throat, straight to his belly. I increase the

f o r c e of each knife thrust, as I unload my juice into his gumption. Gritting my tooth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snoot into Maurice face. Finally letting go, he comes off my hawkshaw, and rests back on his haunches.

As the room grows silent, I cross my legs at the ankle joint, and just sit there playing with my balls.

I orderliness Maurice to wrench around, back on all fours, and to entomb his face in the storey. Looking over at Mattox, with the same stern face, 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 stump his ass, out of attitude if nothing else. I figure him to be pretty straight, but like me, he did take a thing for some tite greasy man hole. If for no other reason, it do n't get significant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and sheds his jeans. Still wearing his tee shirt, and socks, I thought it was a sexy feeling. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his human knee behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."nookie 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 shopping centre of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own cock up, I had a momentary admiration of his pretty impressive putz. Mark was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later call 'zero waistline personal line of credit'. As he strokes up to get his massive ass stick hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. suction that hole. Edvard Munch that blackamoor 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 consequence of hesitation, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass shot. Pushing his rima oris into it 's dark ignominious crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice emollient strobile ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being moderately straight, I did n't see him as the eccentric that would sacrifice such a awful act for someone 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 mug to stick it in, and fuck the dogshit outta Maurice fix."Get up in them moxie, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chairwoman, and walked over to a nook of the way, and fished out a baseball game bat. Positioning myself just to the right wing of Mattox, I softly maunder,"make him cry ”. Taking a position with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a looking at of fear in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the shank, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his chest turns red, and sweat startle pouring from his quarry, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a lilliputian puppy. ending enough, I decide.

As the moment arrives, Mark takes a concluding 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 fright the fucking out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as Mark begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his abdomen, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across target 's back and shoulders, then thrash about it to the side. Mark lets out a b l o o d curling thigh-slapper, 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 ramble over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the look, order him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur sass fag, and suck him clear"I draw my clenched fist back, but with the scourge in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up bull's eye 's still half unvoiced dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass goop from his tool.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jockstrap dick down the justly leg, and tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the laces on my PF aviator, I grunt through my teeth,"I aint such a kitty 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 like everybody else. And if you make it, you will suck my dick -- -every workweek, for as long as you play. Camp 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 a lot attention these years, but I did get it on the lilliputian nookie. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best dot smirk, I softly let out,"felicitous birthday, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A glimmer comes across his facial expression, and almost crying, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone leave 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 Christmastime. As German mark and Maurice approach the front 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'.