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

summertime had been bully -- -and so was life. I had coined my own piffling phrase --

"one lucky white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass athletic supporter feet now at a 12, poppin 8 hard squares of abs, 9"of vein poppin shaft, and that hard round of drinks hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my shaggy-haired infernal region. I tried to keep myself in check, and not brag, or get a big headland about it all. Damm, I had more crap than most seniors.

But not just the awesome bod, but life in world-wide. Living the fantasy of taking our fledgeling team to a res publica championship was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a overnice home in a restrained neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was cracking 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 illusion selling my big suspensor gumshoe to pretty very much whomever wanted it. Old deviant and middle age cougars were the considerably -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. typical fee—about $ 1.50 a Cypriot 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 sentence I popped a freight. I had played around with enough guys by now to realize it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 meter more than normal—and aloofness as well. hell on earth I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick athlete jizz. Damm, I prolly shot adequate juice by now to accept populated a small town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still betimes, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and head upstairs for some deep brown. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday morn animated cartoon."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ Well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't sacrifice my lil bro a good deal attention these days—between the mowing Job ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer boxing, ( decided to go for amber this year ) I just did n't have much free time. And football practice would part up in just 3 hebdomad -- -jeez. I was going to give birth to start working out just any day now. Not after larger muscles—I liked the flesh I had, shit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more than after strength training. first team would be a lot harder than fledgeling football game. The guy would be way bigger. And the strength grooming would benefit the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting former Guy, for no reason at to the lowest degree, but fuck it—if your in that mob, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well smart them first.

After a couplet of sips of my coffee there was a belt at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the breast door and opening it, I liked to have lost my asshole. There stood gull Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the ass do you fucks want ?"I was pretty self-important and throaty. Dustin jumps from the sofa and thunderbolt for his way. I guess flashbacks from the day last year 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 malicious gossip bike. Im thinking I want some barrel, too : )

"We just wan na talk, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ football game ”."Not fuckin likely ”."semen on Matthew—we just wan na talking."I ai n't got ta lot of prison term, 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 seat each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant place, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled ramification, just enough to let my junk bent free, and visible from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's fairly simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the first team squad from commencement. This twelvemonth will be every bit as hard as last yr"Already disgusted I hop up from the reclining chair and brain for the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym boxershorts, and cut loose a strong hefty water. I had n't cut one yet that sunrise, and now had two cup of java on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the reclining chair, I assumed the same locating, 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 indorsement, I repeated the instruction."You want that jersey ? sucking my prick ”. 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 scratch Mattox, Maruice drops to his hands and knee joint and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulders now buried rightfulness between my hairy muscled thighs, suction in my half backbreaking shaft in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my head, locking them together, and take a more stretched out depression in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the shot. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouth, relishing the feel of his midst black brim as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling cock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty articulation. As Maurice tightens the grip of his sassing, and moving from my piss cunt to my pubic bone with each motion, I step up the footstep 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"pubes go up his olfactory organ, which just brought an evil grin to my nerve.

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 hours now since I got up. I take a speedy huff of my right pit, burying my shaggy-coated hairs into my own nose. As I felt my peter pounding at my funk, I bring my arms down, and lock my hands around the back of Maurice pass. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my rosehip up off the chair, I unload. Shot after shot of my compact athlete goo go flying down Maurice pharynx, straight to his belly. I increase the

f o r c e of each jabbing, as I unload my juice into his moxie. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snoot into Maurice brass. Finally letting go, he comes off my shaft, and rests back on his haunches.

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

I orderliness Maurice to ferment around, back on all Little Joe, and to bury his side in the level. Looking over at Mattox, with the same relentless face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a public eye, and I return the like. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stump his ass, out of attitude if null else. I figure him to be pretty straight, but like me, he did have a thing for some tite greasy man hole. If for no early grounds, it do n't get meaning.



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 aphrodisiacal look. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knees behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."nookie no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his school principal back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty undecomposed lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice son of a bitch. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a fugitive wonder of his pretty impressive dick. Mark was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the figure I would later cry 'zero waist business'. As he strokes up to get his massive shtup cohere hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. suck that hole. Munch that inkiness 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 moments of reluctance, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass pass. Pushing his mouth into it 's gloomy black crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream conoid ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being pretty heterosexual person, I did n't see him as the case that would sacrifice such a foul 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 Mark to stick it in, and fuck the shit outta Maurice hole."Get up in them guts, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chairman, and walked over to a niche of the room, and fished out a baseball game bat. Positioning myself just to the right hand of Mattox, I softly gum,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ear, Mattox gets a look of fear in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his chest turns red, and sweat starts pouring from his pits, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a little pup. Close enough, I decide.

As the minute arrives, Deutsche Mark takes a final examination v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his tooth, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely scare the fucking out of Dustin, I assumed still in his elbow room. Just as Mark begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his abdomen, I take the jive. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's back and shoulder joint, then toss it to the side. scratch 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 charge. I walk up to him, and kicking him in the rib, tell him to roll over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, ordering him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him clean"I draw my fist back, but with the terror in Maurice look, he does as I told him, and slurps up home run 's still half hard prick, sucking all his jizz, and ass ooze from his gumshoe.

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 tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the lacing on my PF handbill, I grunt through my tooth,"I aint such a pussy 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 suck my dick -- -every calendar week, 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 animated cartoon. I grin at him. Was n't showing him often attention these twenty-four hours, but I did love the little fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best acid smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil hoot -- -- ur a fuckin teen ”. A gleam comes across his aspect, and almost crying, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget individual 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 deep brown bar ”. Justin gleaming like it was Christmastide. As St. Mark and Maurice approach the front door, I finish up with"And I think sign and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just glare at me, prolly thinking, 'what an asshole'.