New suspensor Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony League

I guess I was just a comport jock—I considered myself lucky. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not rattling big, mind you, only about 5'10 ”, maybe 125 lbs on a wet day : ). I already had fuzz on my legs, and up in the crack of my ass, and a middling squeamish 'bush'in my fossa, and hanging 7 1/2"of dick. To nigh of the other bozo on the baseball team, I guess I was intimidating.

little girl came at me like weirdo, and I was smart enough to detect a few glances from the cat as well, 'specially in the footlocker room. Pussy was easygoing -- -I got my first piece last year.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a summercater nut, is an acronym for Protect Our vicinity Youth. It was organized in 1951 at Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that time period, It served as a transition conference from tykes, or peewit, to the up-coming high school.

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

We had a pretty hot n sweaty practice this one afternoon. Even though a give sport—it got hot in Texas pretty fast. My shoes had gotten kinda tight as my metrical unit were growing like I was feeding them fertiliser -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big animal foot, and dick : ) I shucked them, and my air-sleeve off, and tying the lace together, slung them over my shoulder -- -a supporter affair : ) Walking across the balmy grass of the field to the field house, barefooted, and into the locker room, I wasted no time stripping down and heading for the rain shower. A lot of bios that age were still faint-hearted about being in front of another dude naked, mostly cause they really had n't developed much. Only about five or so of us actually showered up after practice. I just did it mostly to show off : )

So I hit the shower head, and ferment the body of water to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the feel as it hit my back, and I held my weapon system up behind my principal, exposing my stinkn nether region. Some said I was always showin off, cause I did n't face the shower heads. I just told them, naa—I just aint shy.

So it came to be on this day, that the team ass-hole, Johnny Bradly, decided he had to make a remark about my big tool. I do n't really remember what he said, but I responded with something like he was weird for making fun of the dude with the self-aggrandising pecker on the team. He shot me back with something like, I was a freak, and I just laughed at him and said something like"Ya, that 's what ur sister said finale Night too ”. He came at me across the shower floor, but just before he got within arm reach, I pulled back and cold cocked him upside his chief. He jumped from the floor, but again I got 3 straightaway pops to his sass, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his chest and stomach, and washed down the drain.

The whole room got really quite, and Johnny just laid there for a moment, collecting his intellection, I guess. I took a glance across the room at the other guys, and grinning, just said 'silver gloves'. Deciding that this was n't going to end it, I walk over and take hold of him by the hair, and deplume him to where his mind is just level with my gumshoe."So Bradly -- -you like my dick, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, one-half way to my genu, all bushy and take a shit ?"“ Bet you wish you could touch it, huh ?"“ Fuck off, Dillon"“ shag off you say, ? Ya, I might hump off—fuck off in ur rima oris, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few grins and cubitus punches gave me the juice to go through with it. I never stood down.

"I seen you checking me out dude—admiring my big jock hawkshaw. I mean, it 's kool and all, be kool to see who sucks better -- -your sister, or you"I guessing still nobody knew—it was in fact Bradly 's baby that I busted my cerise over a couplet of yr ago. This, of course, got me just the chemical reaction I wanted. As the early bois started laughing, Johnny jumped from the floor and reared back to take a swing. But, I blocked his awkward swing, and once again, delivered 3 hard soda to his rima oris, right at the same topographic point. The b l o o d was now flowing profusely down his torso, and I heard one of the bois exclaim that 'this was going to be epic'.

Again, I grab him by the hairsbreadth, and at this point Im about half laborious, and running my left hand into his mouth, I say to him in a cryptical growling phonation, 'suck me'. The reflection on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na ca-ca this fellow suck my dick—right here in the rain shower, in nominal head of half the team ? You damm skippy I was -- -no fear."I said suck me punk, or I 'll go for your teeth next ”.

To my surprise, Johnny Kelso ( whom later would become my best friend in football ) ran up behind Bradly, and grabbing him by the hair's-breadth from behind,

f o r c e s him forward, and himself demands"suck it, fag"Bradly hesitates, then Kelso hits him in the dorsum of the head word. I heard a couple of the dudes mutter"fuck this damn -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his back talk, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ column inch in, and push it all the way down his pharynx, burying my suspensor cock to the os pubis."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite excited."Suck ur skipper dick b o y ”. As I hold on to the top of Bradly 's fuzz, I begin pumping his throat like a porn maven. In and out, in rapid fashion, I dicked him down like a man of sum. It took only a few moments for me to drift my junk down his throat, and he choked up my jizz from his belly. I just looked at him, and laughed like a crazy man.

Assuming he was done, he started to abide, but I grabbed his hairsbreadth again, and just said"uh-uh thug -- -you got ta deal care of my help now ”. As Bradly opened his sassing in skepticism, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh Scheol ya"I glance over to the cabinet, 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 sea captain, and you will do what the screw I tell you"They just sat on the benches, some of them watching. Guess they decided not to test me.

"Suck him punk -- -suck that big athletic supporter cock. Suck him goodness too -- -or I 'll bust you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's putz like his life depended on it. I guess from a sure point in time of vista, it did. Do n't know if he had sucked a peter before, but the b o y was damm good. Kelso, in like way as my self, skull fucked his throat like a madden mad man. It only took moments for him to blow his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both English of his head, Kelso slammed his back talk about 5 times, pubis to teeth, blowing hot suspensor jizz down his throat. Pretty impressive, I thought to myself. It would be a couple of years yet, but eventually I would amount to do it the taste of that thick jock jizz, and it was really good : )

Finally I yank Bradly back straight up. Grabbing him by the throat, I say to him in a loud spokesperson"Had enuff Bradly -- -that plenty dick for one day"? He shook his heading up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the locker region, where he fell into the pocket-sized grouping sitting on the benches. After a quick rinsing, Kelso and me exited the shower room, and joined the quietus to get dressed.

"This is real simpleton -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can expect waaaaay worse penalisation. What happens here, stays here"A few months later, near of those guys present that day, would go the foundation members of, 'The Diamond Dawgs'.

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