New Jock Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony League

I guess I was just a pay jock—I considered myself lucky. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not veridical big, judgement you, only about 5'10 ”, maybe 125 lbs on a wet day : ). I already had hair on my stage, and up in the crack of my ass, and a reasonably nice 'bush'in my pits, and hanging 7 1/2"of prick. To most of the early guys on the baseball team, I guess I was intimidating.

Girls came at me like crazy, and I was smart enough to detect a few glances from the guys as well, 'specially in the storage locker room. Pussy was easy -- -I got my first piece live twelvemonth.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a summercater nut, is an acronym for Protect Our locality juvenility. It was organized in 1951 at President Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that clip period, It served as a transition league from churl, or pewee, to the up-coming high school.

So—anyways, back to PONY, and the locker suite : )

We had a pretty hot n sweaty practice this one good afternoon. Even though a bounce sport—it got hot in Texas pretty fast. My shoes had gotten kinda fast as my ft were growing like I was feeding them fertilizer -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big feet, and gumshoe : ) I shucked them, and my socks off, and tying the lacing together, slung them over my shoulder -- -a supporter thing : ) Walking across the piano Gunter Grass of the orbit to the field theater, barefooted, and into the locker room, I wasted no fourth dimension stripping down and heading for the rain shower. A lot of bios that age were still faint-hearted about being in straw man of another fellow naked, mostly cause they really had n't developed much. Only about five or so of us actually showered up after exercise. I just did it mostly to register off : )

So I hit the rain shower head, and plow the water to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the feeling as it hit my binding, and I held my weapon up behind my head, exposing my stinkn nether region. Some said I was always showin off, causal agent I did n't present the shower heads. I just told them, naa—I just aint shy.

So it came to be on this day, that the squad ass-hole, Reb Bradly, decided he had to take a crap a comment about my big dick. I do n't really call back what he said, but I responded with something like he was weird for making fun of the fashion plate with the big pecker on the squad. He shot me back with something like, I was a monster, and I just laughed at him and said something like"Ya, that 's what ur sister said lastly night too ”. He came at me across the shower bath story, but just before he got within coat of arms reach, I pulled back and cold cocked him upside his head. He jumped from the floor, but again I got 3 quick pops to his mouth, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his chest of drawers and tum, and washed down the drain.

The whole room got really quite, and Johnny just laid there for a bit, collecting his thoughts, I guess. I took a glance across the room at the former guys, and grinning, just said 'silver gloves'. Deciding that this was n't going to end it, I walk over and grab him by the hair, and draw out him to where his head is just level with my dick."So Bradly -- -you like my dick, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, half way to my articulatio genus, all bushy and shit ?"“ Bet you wish you could touch it, huh ?"“ Fuck off, Dillon"“ Fuck off you say, ? Ya, I might have intercourse off—fuck off in ur mouth, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few grins and elbow punches gave me the succus to go through with it. I never stood down.

"I seen you checking me out dude—admiring my big athletic supporter putz. I mean, it 's kool and all, be kool to see who sucks undecomposed -- -your sister, or you"I guesswork still cipher knew—it was in fact Bradly 's sister that I busted my cherry tree over a couple of old age ago. This, of course, got me just the response I wanted. As the other bois started laughing, Reb jumped from the floor and reared back to take a vacillation. But, I blocked his awkward swing, and once again, delivered 3 hard pops to his mouth, right at the Saami place. The b l o o d was now flowing profusely down his trunk, and I heard one of the bois exclaim that 'this was going to be epic'.

Again, I grab him by the hair, and at this period Im about half hard, and running my lead hand into his backtalk, I say to him in a deep growling articulation, 'suck me'. The expressions on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na make this buster suckle my dick—right here in the exhibitor, in front man of half the squad ? You damm skippy I was -- -no fear."I said suck me punk, or I 'll go for your teeth next ”.

To my surprisal, Rebel Kelso ( whom later would become my sound Friend in football ) ran up behind Bradly, and grabbing him by the fuzz from behind,

f o r c e s him forward, and himself demands"suck it, fag"Bradly hesitates, then Kelso hits him in the cover of the head. I heard a couple of the sheik mutter"fuck this shit -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his mouth, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ inches in, and press it all the way down his throat, burying my jock prick to the pubes."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite excited."Suck ur professional dick b o y ”. As I hold on to the top of Bradly 's hair, I begin pumping his throat like a porn star. In and out, in rapid way, I dicked him down like a objet d'art of marrow. It took only a few minute for me to blow my rubble down his throat, and he choked up my jizz from his belly. I just looked at him, and laughed like a wild man.

Assuming he was done, he started to abide, but I grabbed his haircloth again, and just said"uh-uh punk -- -you got ta take care of my assistant now ”. As Bradly opened his sass in disbelief, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh hell ya"I glance over to the lockers, and see the few that were dressing begin to depart. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the Same treatment. Im the captain, and you will do what the piece of tail I tell you"They just sat on the bench, some of them watching. Guess they decided not to try me.

"Suck him punk -- -suck that big jock cock. Suck him good too -- -or I 'll bust you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's turncock like his life depended on it. I guess from a certain point of view, it did. Do n't have sex if he had sucked a cock before, but the b o y was damm proficient. Kelso, in alike fashion as my self, skull fucked his throat like a crazed mad man. It only took present moment for him to blow his wad down Bradly 's pharynx. Grabbing him on both face of his headland, Kelso slammed his mouth about 5 fourth dimension, pubes to teeth, blowing hot jock jizz down his throat. Pretty impressive, I thought to myself. It would be a twosome of twelvemonth yet, but eventually I would add up to cognise the taste of that thickheaded supporter jizz, and it was really serious : )

Finally I yank Bradly back straight up. Grabbing him by the pharynx, I say to him in a loud voice"Had enuff Bradly -- -that enough cock for one day"? He shook his head up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the cabinet area, where he fell into the little mathematical group sitting on the benches. After a quick rinse, Kelso and me exited the shower room, and joined the respite to get dressed.

"This is real simple -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can expect waaaaay worse penalty. What happens here, stays here"A few calendar month later, most of those guys present that day, would turn the founding phallus of, 'The Diamond Dawgs'.

"Now—Anybody that wants to make out over later, I got beer, and dope ”. I look over at Bradly, still sitting on the bench, looking like he 's waiting on his next order."You too Bradly -- -you got ur punishment ”