New supporter Tales—Freshman Year -- Chptr 12 -- Happy 4th of July

summertime had been great -- -and so was life. I had coined my own small phrase --

"one lucky Andrew D. White boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock feet now at a 12, poppin 8 severely squares of abs, 9"of mineral vein poppin tool, and that surd round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front end of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my shaggy-haired stone pit. I tried to keep myself in impediment, and not brag, or get a big forefront about it all. Damm, I had more shit than to the highest degree elder.

But not just the awesome bod, but lifespan in universal. Living the illusion of taking our Freshman squad to a Department of State patronage was still unconvincing -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice family in a curb locality. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my pecker for me—he loved to watch over me nut : ) Mom had a good job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all fantasise selling my big jock dick to pretty lots whomever wanted it. Old perverts and middle age Felis concolor were the just -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a British pound, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the adult fascination was the quantity of debris I blew every time I popped a load. I had played around with enough guys by now to realize it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 clip more than normal—and distance as well. Hell I could scud about 6 feet—unbroken rope of wooden-headed jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot adequate juice by now to have populated a small town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early on, so I slide into a pr of cut off shortstop and caput upstairs for some deep brown. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday morning cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya Levi"“ wellspring damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't apply my lil bro much attention these days—between the mowing business ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer boxing, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't have very much relinquish time. And football practice would begin up in just 3 hebdomad -- -jeez. I was going to receive to start working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the build I had, diddly I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after effectiveness training. Varsity would be a lot harder than newbie football. The guys would be way bigger. And the strong point training would benefit the pugilism as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other hombre, for no reason at least, but fuck it—if your in that tintinnabulation, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well ache them first.

After a duet of sips of my coffee bean there was a roast at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front door and opening it, I liked to have lost my asshole. There stood Mark Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the fuck do you know require ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his elbow room. I guess flashbacks from the day last twelvemonth I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the star sign from having r a p e d my ass the nighttime 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 talk, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."Come on Matthew—we just wan na talking."I ai n't got ta lot of time, 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 rump each in the beanbags, and I in the lounger. I assumed an chesty position, slumping down in the chairwoman, and spreading my hairy muscled branch, just enough to let my junk hang free, and seeable from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty round-eyed Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity team from graduation. This twelvemonth will be every bit as hard as last year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and head for the can. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym short pants, and cut loose a hard powerful piss. I had n't cut one yet that break of the day, and now had two cups of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same position, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice second power in the centre, 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 seconds, I repeated the command."You want that Jersey ? Suck my dick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."crawling you bootleg son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a import, and glancing over at Mark Mattox, Maruice drops to his men and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulder joint now buried right between my hairy muscled thighs, sucks in my half punishing hawkshaw in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my coat of arms up behind my head, locking them together, and take a more dilute out slack in the president. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scene. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice rima oris, relishing the tactile property of his thick black lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling cock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty voice. As Maurice tightens the grip of his lips, and moving from my piss slit to my pubes with each apparent motion, I step up the tempo of fucking his rima oris, now hitting the back of his throat with each driving force. Maurice gags just a bit each time he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nose, which just brought an evil grinning to my expression.

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 hr now since I got up. I take a quick huff of my right on pit, burying my bushy haircloth into my own nose. As I felt my dick throb at my funk, I bring my arms down, and lock my hands around the back of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the electric chair, I unload. dead reckoning after guessing of my thick athlete goo go flying down Maurice throat, straight to his belly. I increase the

f o r c e of each thrust, as I unload my succus into his grit. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snot into Maurice face. Finally letting go, he comes off my dick, and rests back on his haunches.

As the elbow room grows silent, I cross my pegleg at the ankle, and just sit there playing with my ball.

I order Maurice to change state around, back on all tetrad, and to swallow up his face in the story. Looking over at Mattox, with the same stern grimace, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a public eye, and I return the same. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of posture if nothing else. I figure him to be pretty straight person, but like me, he did give birth a affair for some tite greasy man trap. If for no early reason, it do n't get significant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and sheds his blue jean. Still wearing his tee shirt, and wind sock, I thought it was a sexy look. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knee behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lubricant."Fuck no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his mind back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty near lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the inwardness of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a momentary wonder of his somewhat telling gumshoe. marker was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later call 'zero shank bank line'. As he strokes up to get his monolithic fuck vex concentrated, I blurt out,"No-wait. suck that hole. Munch that Shirley Temple ass out, and get him sloppy ”. Mattox resisted, saying it was n't his thing. 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 hesitation, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his mouth into it 's dark black crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice pick cone cell ”. I was actually surprise that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being reasonably straightaway, I did n't see him as the character that would sacrifice such a tight act for someone else. But -- -I was totally getting off on it, and was getting boned up again. Damm, ca n't go along 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 chair, and walked over to a turning point of the room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a look of veneration in his grimace. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite greasy muddle. As his chest turns red, and sweat start pouring from his pits, and os frontale, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a small pup. closing curtain plenty, I decide.

As the moment arrives, Mark takes a final v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his tooth, and squeezing his ass impertinence, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely daunt the fuck out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as Mark begins to settle, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his belly, I take the cut. I bring the bat crashing down across marker 's dorsum and shoulder joint, then toss it to the side. stigma lets out a b l o o d curling riot, 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 rib, tell him to roll over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, order him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur sassing fag, and suck him strip"I draw my clenched fist back, but with the terror in Maurice aspect, he does as I told him, and slurps up home run 's still half surd pecker, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his dick.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the decently leg, and tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the laces on my PF Flyers, I grunt through my teeth,"I aint such a pussycat when I ai n't tied up, huh ?"

I clear my pharynx, and still glaring at Maurice, reply with,"I 'll let ya try out—just like everybody else. And if you make it, you will go down on my dick -- -every week, for as long as you play. ingroup starts in just three weeks—I suggest you start working out ”.

As we climb the stair, back into the kitchen, I glance in at Dustin heavily involved in the cartoon. I grin at him. Was n't showing him a great deal tending these day, but I did bonk the little nookie. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my good dot smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil dickhead -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A gleam comes across his face, and almost yell, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget someone 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 drinking chocolate cake ”. Justin lambency like it was Christmastime. As brand and Maurice approach the front threshold, 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'.