New jockstrap Tales -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tourney

"Maaaathuuuu"clank -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the stair to Dustin 's way -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the heart of his room, with his arms over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop windfall, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Jesus Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Gospel According to Matthew"“ Oh fuck dude, you mean the storm"? BAMM rumble rumble"Ahhhh yes, Matthew the storm -- -Im scared"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a jolly drastic storm -- -even for east TX. I grabbed my lil bro by the waistline, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his stage around my shank, and his arms around my neck. His shake turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my mitt up to his head, and tossling his hair, I tried to guarantee him that it was just thunder. I headed for the bathroom to pick out a pissing, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a long strong stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a small glass of milk. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a duet of tap of nutmeg tree, I hand to him. Walking over to the terrace door, I open it up and step out on the patio."See"I said softly,"It 's just thunder, and wind"Dustin took a poke of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to imbibe up, and placing the deoxyephedrine on the kitchen table, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a full trunk slam on the bed. He let out a shriek, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my belly, and grabbed my pillow above my head teacher with both blazon. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the lower berth part of my back, and snuggled his capitulum just under my pit."You stink, Saint Matthew"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to sleep"

When I awoke again later that forenoon, our positions had reversed. Dustin now had his cover to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his shank. My putz was John Rock hard now, holding back a clean supply of morning piss. I was right in the lowly crack of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

I jumped up for another piss, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin turn over again. After a few moments of silence, Dustin commented"you got hair on your butt, and in your shot"I could n't avail but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I feel it"? I snickered to myself again, at his innocence."Just run your fingertips up and down my gap -- -but it 's gon na get me backbreaking when you do ”. Dustin did as suggested, and mumbled something like does it tickle, to which I replied it did, and he was making my dick really arduous."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so free. Fuck it, I decided, no time like the nowadays.

peal over on my backrest, I reach into the nite standpoint and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a quick pull. Just a niggling buzz would be fine for now. As usual, as my encephalon came awake, so did my dick. It only took moments for me to become fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big adolescent age putz. eight-spot fuckin inches so far, and only 15 eld old. I instruct Dustin to snap up my head with his clenched fist, and rub my thumb over my relieve oneself slit. There it was—an endless supply of do it juice. near b o y s did n't even ooze succus, but I had enuff for several. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing gruelling, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The feeling set in properly away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my left arm up over my head. Turning to the left, I take a warm puff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to pick up the yard. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still schoolboyish fist grabbing my stocky jock hammer. He glanced up at my face, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my belly and thighs tighten up, I spread my legs a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my formal, I gave them a intemperately squeeze and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four streams of unbroken jizz flying out of my dick psyche like a garden rocket launch, each one hitting the rampart over my principal, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the bulwark, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 more circle of duncical athlete juice across my thorax and belly. I was in shock at the amount of my lading. Even in the few porns I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may have just set a domain phonograph recording, lol.

Before I could tranquillize down, and collect my sentiment, there was a rapping at the front door."fuck"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the cellar to the front line threshold. I grabbed a pr of gym shorts from the floor, and a filthy tee to pass over off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to run out for his room.

At the door was Gospel According to Mark Mattox."What 's up dude"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated happy morning people."Dude—come on in, I got ta show you sompin"Literally grabbing soft touch by the mitt, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the wall above my bed."Jesus Dillon -- -you just do that"? Mark was rapturous."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ sanctum fuck dude -- -I seen develop men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record"“ Fuck ya dude -- -Im impressed with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

"Say -- -I got ta big raft for ya deep tonight after the game, if ur up for it"marking had a mischievous look in his eyes."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy case, or maybe strippers. soma you come straight from the secret plan in ur sweaty uniform, and you 'll be a big hit"

"Ya man—that sounds awesome"I replied with a smiling.

We had a noontide biz, and this would be the end of the season for trot League. I asked Mark to run me over to the field of study, as I needed to work out a bit, and get pumped up for the game. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the field, where there is a little league biz in procession. I script Dustin a few bucks and told him 'do n't get into any worry'. In the locker room a few former guy had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to spot each other. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the bats and batting helmets. I flashed him a big grin and asked him was he abusing that piddling dick of his. He flashed back a big smiling and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! Three times a day"! All the guys chuckled at him, knowing they were just as guilty."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my jock, exposing my baseball size swelling, and my tite moonlight shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping iron, and working up a sweat, Mark again complimented me on my fine soundbox. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still pretty skinny -- -just 29"shank. The 6 pac was poppin out really unspoilt, and I started some really vivid crunches."reach it the summer, Dillon, you 'll accept 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged Mark. I grinned at the prediction of having an 8 pac by the meter football started following declivity. On the bench press now, workin up the berm, one of the dudes walked by and popped me pretty hard right hand on my jock strap."What the fuck dude"? It actually hurt pretty bad."Cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the biggest putz -- -fuckin show off"One of the other b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur tool Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their turn.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 minutes"That was the cue to get dressed, and get ready for the game. Tony sweetie wheeled up to me in his wheelchair as I was getting dressed. He had been hit by a car on his skateboard earlier in the twelvemonth, and lost his legs, but he was still on the roster for the team."Hit one for me, Dillon"He was looking particularly down today, so I just smiled at him, and said"you got it bro'.

The game went pretty intense. We stayed neck and neck with the Tigers, until now, it was the bottom of the ninth, and I was the last batsman. As I approached the photographic plate, I look over and see Tony in the dugout canoe. I just could n't stand it. I called for a time out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third base line to come to me. I told him to go get Tony, and wheel him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded approving."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin ball, you wheel his ass over here to this dental plate as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called time in, and as the Tamil Tigers picture took the stance, preparing for the nothingness up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center field. The crowd went nuts, with yowl and cheers. It took a lot of hairy formal for person in jigger League to pull a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the wind up, he then called metre. It was getting crazy out here for sure. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this biz Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that chunk out of the parking area, I WILL suck -- YOUR -- DICK"I flash a big smiling at kail Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Charlie Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The winding up—and the pitching. It was either the league championship, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so hard that I felt every bone in my vertebrae pop, from my waist up to my neck, and broke the bat clean and jerk in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the ballpark, in dead silence. And there it went.

clean over center field -- -clearing the fence by over three feet. Still, the stadium was understood, and suspend in time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to depend behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the plate. I grab the handles of his wheelchair, and begin running. Pushing as hard and fast as I could, the front wheels wobbling in the dirt."I hope it does n't mesh up"was all I could remember. First—second -- third base -- and finally, HOME. The crowd went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in circles, doing donut, if you will. In the ecstasy of the here and now, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's shoulders, raising his arm in victory. My shaggy-haired pits were dripping in perspiration, running down my rib cage, and I could smell my own ripe suspensor funk. My tool twitched a bit. Mark had managed to make for his way into the crowd to home home base. He smack me on the abdomen, and told me to see down. In all the excitement, and jumping and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my trivial bro, Dustin had managed to climb the fencing, and was running towards me to home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, teardrop now in my optic. I kissed Dustin rightfulness on the back talk. He laughed, and wiped it off with the back of his helping hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the oculus --"Bro -- -go find that ball. Twenty one dollar bill Dustin, go happen my ball"He nodded his head up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the flat coat, gave him a hard hell dust on the butt."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a mountain lion. I had no opinion about it at that moment, but eld later, I would painfully figure out that from that minute, my lil bro worshiped the primer I walked on. And that idolisation would suit his own motive for becoming quite the baseball star himself. And as we both got senior, I less and less gave him the time of day.

The cheers continued around the field. I could see the TV crew making it 's way over to home dental plate. Parker, still standing on the depiction knoll, glanced over at me, with his point hung. I pointed at him, with an malefic grin. He gave me back a thumbs up, indicating he would live up to the bet.

After about an 60 minutes and half, the crowd finally starts to dissipate, and some of us start heading for the storage locker elbow room to lavish up and alteration dress. I run up to Cole Dorothy Rothschild Parker, and grabbing him by his jersey, just say"rough-cut punk, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right wing fuckin now, cause Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to choke down on this big suspensor dick"I dragged him around to the spinal column of the shower mansion. It was a weird thing -- -this endorse wall that protruded about three feet out from the back wall of the house, then ran about half the length of the household. There was a logic gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubby hole, if you will. Nobody new why it was there, or what it was supposed to do. It was finally decided that it was just a glitch when they built the building, so there we have it—more like a big closet behind the construction.

We walk in and I close the gate, and pushing Cole to the binding, grab him by the hair and thrust him down to his knees. I whip out my big 8"of supporter meat, give him a grinning, and just say"suction ”. As Cole opens his mouth, I waist no sentence in shoving my meat down his throat. Tightening my handle on his whisker, I instantly go into a relentless pounding of his throat, plunging my now rock hard rooster to the back of his throat, my pubes going up his nose with each thrust. It took no time for the prig to start pouring out of kail 's olfactory organ, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vein poppin cock into his pharynx. I took my exit hand and slapped him up side the aspect,"squeeze those lips punk, make it tight"I ordered him as I continued to run my dick in and out of his throat. Again, taking my left hand, this time grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my cock going in and out of his mingy wet throat. The snot continued to pour, as well now as the sweat pouring from my stone and belly. I yanked my cock from his backtalk, and shoved his face into my right pit."miff it dude -- -just like glue. Learn my malodor, causal agency you 'll be getting lots More of it ”. I moved his face from my pit over to the left one, then ordered him to puzzle out the sudor from my right pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the funk of my perdition, as I returned him to the right one to puzzle out it clean as well. I do n't know what got over me, but I was really boning up on the abuse I was giving to Cole.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my cock, and shoved it again, straight down his throat."God damm ur fuckin dependable"Grabbing him now by both side of meat of his head, I began slamming his pharynx hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to fight me off, as he began to choke and gag on my big teen age putz."Had enuff, tough"? I asked him staring into his center. All he could do was nod his forefront up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your pants"A look of horror came over colewort 's face, and he shook his promontory back and forth."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that thing in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not office of the deal"Cole responded in a panic."You want me to finish up ur ass, and flora my junk in ur backbone, or put it back in ur oral cavity, and glut your mouth with it"?

"Enuff dude"!



"I said I 'd take in ur dick bro, and I sucked ur dick. Did n't say zippo about you fuckin my ass—I ai n't no fag, Dillon"“ I aint no fag either, Cole—I just like fuckin dudes up the ass"“ Na -ah, that 's it. I said Id suck ur tool dude, and that 's it. No fuckin more than"Having reached that 'crazed'state of mind, I could n't stop. I rared back with my right hand arm, and delivered a crushing blow to the powerful side of Cole 's face. Before he could regain, I delivered three pops to his right hand eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his face dripping onto his shoulder."Jesus Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the ass is damage with you"?"Want some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, punk"With that I swung a left cross across his lip, busting his lip open, again the b l o o d dripping down his chin, hitting his breast. I grabbed him by both sides of his head, and pulled him in close to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spat my spit and snot into his backtalk. Then delivering three hard blows to his gut, I slung him down to the ground on his belly. I got detention of his whack, and ripped it from his knickers, and shucked them down. One more blast to the right k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some peter now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a stark madman at this point. Whimpering now, Brassica oleracea acephala finally relented—"ya Dillon, pay it to me"Angry, I struck him on the back of his head."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please fuck my ass—please fuck me voiceless and skint ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An wickedness chuckle emerged from my throat—deep down from the diaphragm. Again I worked up a handful of saliva and snot, and ran it over the pulsating purpleness mushroom cloud head, of my succus oozing peter. I slicked up the whole head word, and then ran my hand up into the crack of Cole 's ass crack. Pushing my heart finger deep into his super tite athlete hole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even break down the toilet report, lol ) to untie him up. I pull my finger, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing Cole by his hair again, and pulling his pass backwards, stuff the finger into his mouth."Suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the Lapp movement, I squeeze my dick hard, and slam into Cole 's tight virgin yap. Wasting no time, I went right into plunging my rock hard sum into the depths of his intestine, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his font into the concrete rampart, I relentlessly began pounding his gumption like a air hammer. It only took about 10-12 drive, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Parker 's ass. Each one striking as hard as I could have. Still holding him by his hair, and slamming his face into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an hr, destroying his cherry. My nut was so vivid that I began trembling, and shacking at my thighs, and my jizz began to ooze out back out of his tite suspensor hole. My abdomen was so close, that it was now easy to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to have grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked Cole around, and shoved his book binding up against the wall. Grabbing his fuzz again, I popped his rima oris again with my leftfield fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half limp dick back into his backtalk, now covered with my jizz and his ass juice."Suck it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a devil."Use ur tongue goon, get it good and clean"With no energy to press back, Cole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably good and clean, and reared my mind backwards, and conclusion my eyes, cut loose. cole went into a convulsion like epileptic shock as I cut loose the watercourse of my hot cruddy stinkin jock piss down his pharynx. I filled his paunch with my nectar, grinning at him the unit while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to pull up my own drawers, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of spit and snob to his typeface, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”