New Jock Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony conference

I guess I was just a born jock—I considered myself golden. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not existent big, mind you, only about 5'10 ”, maybe 125 lbs on a wet day : ). I already had hair on my peg, and up in the crack of my ass, and a pretty nice 'bush'in my nether region, and hanging 7 1/2"of dick. To most of the former guys on the baseball game team, I guess I was intimidating.

daughter came at me like crazy, and I was smart enough to detect a few glances from the guys as well, 'specially in the cabinet way. slit was well-heeled -- -I got my first piece last year.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a sports nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood young. It was organized in 1951 at Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that time period, It served as a modulation league from Goth, or wood pewee, to the up-coming high school.

So—anyways, back to jigger, and the locker rooms : )

We had a fairly hot n sweaty practice this one afternoon. Even though a spring sport—it got hot in TX pretty fast. My shoes had gotten kinda compressed as my feet were growing like I was feeding them fertilizer -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big feet, and dick : ) I shucked them, and my socks off, and tying the lacing together, slung them over my berm -- -a jock thing : ) Walking across the soft grass of the field of battle to the field home, barefooted, and into the locker way, I wasted no time stripping down and heading for the exhibitor. A lot of bios that age were still timid about being in front of another gallant 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 demonstrate off : )

So I hit the shower head, and ferment the water to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the feel as it hit my cover, and I held my arms up behind my caput, exposing my stinkn pits. Some said I was always showin off, cause I did n't face the lavish straits. 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 do a comment about my big peter. 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 enceinte dick on the team. He shot me back with something like, I was a nut, and I just laughed at him and said something like"Ya, that 's what ur sis said finale night too ”. He came at me across the cascade storey, but just before he got within arms reach, I pulled back and insensate cocked him upside his capitulum. He jumped from the floor, but again I got 3 promptly pa to his rima oris, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his chest of drawers and stomach, and washed down the drain.

The whole room got really quite, and Johnny just laid there for a instant, collecting his thoughts, I guess. I took a coup d'oeil across the elbow 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 overstretch him to where his heading is just spirit level with my peter."So Bradly -- -you like my dick, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, half way to my knee, all bushy and shit ?"“ Bet you wish you could match it, huh ?"“ Fuck off, Dillon"“ fucking off you say, ? Ya, I might bonk off—fuck off in ur mouth, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few grinning and elbow punch gave me the succus to go through with it. I never stood down.

"I seen you checking me out dude—admiring my big jock dick. I mean, it 's kool and all, be kool to see who sucks better -- -your baby, or you"I surmisal still nobody knew—it was in fact Bradly 's sister that I busted my cherry over a couple of years ago. This, of course of instruction, got me just the reaction I wanted. As the former bois started laughing, Rebel jumped from the floor and reared back to subscribe to a jive. But, I blocked his awkward swing music, and once again, delivered 3 hard pops to his mouth, right at the same piazza. 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 hair, and at this compass point Im about half hard, and running my entrust hired hand into his mouth, I say to him in a deep growling voice, 'suck me'. The facial expression on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na make this dude wet-nurse my dick—right here in the showers, in front man of half the team ? You damm skippy I was -- -no fright."I said suck me punk, or I 'll go for your dentition 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 from behind,

f o r c e s him forward, and himself demands"sucking it, fag"Bradly hesitates, then Kelso hits him in the book binding of the head. I heard a couple of the clotheshorse mutter"screw this shit -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his mouth, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ inches in, and fight it all the way down his throat, burying my jockstrap cock to the pubes."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite excited."Suck ur masters dick b o y ”. As I hold on to the top of Bradly 's hair, I begin pumping his throat like a pornography virtuoso. In and out, in rapid fashion, I dicked him down like a art object of meat. It took only a few import for me to blow my detritus down his throat, and he choked up my jizz from his paunch. I just looked at him, and laughed like a crazy man.

Assuming he was done, he started to bear, but I grabbed his hair again, and just said"uh-uh punk -- -you got ta take care of my assistant now ”. As Bradly opened his back talk in disbelief, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh the pits ya"I glance over to the storage locker, and see the few that were dressing begin to leave. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the same discussion. Im the police captain, and you will do what the shag I tell you"They just sat on the benches, some of them watching. conjecture they decided not to test me.

"sucking him punk rock -- -suck that big jock cock. suck him good too -- -or I 'll snap you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's cock like his living depended on it. I guess from a certain point of view, it did. Do n't know if he had sucked a dick before, but the b o y was damm dependable. Kelso, in like mode as my self, skull fucked his throat like a crazed mad man. It only took moments for him to blow his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both face of his head, Kelso slammed his mouth about 5 times, pubes to teeth, blowing hot jock jizz down his pharynx. Pretty telling, I thought to myself. It would be a couple of years yet, but eventually I would derive to know the gustatory modality of that thick jock jizz, and it was really trade good : )

Finally I yank Bradly back straight up. Grabbing him by the throat, I say to him in a loud voice"Had enuff Bradly -- -that plenty tool for one day"? He shook his head up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the locker area, where he fell into the small group sitting on the benches. After a quick rinse, Kelso and me exited the exhibitor room, and joined the rest to get dressed.

"This is literal simple -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can expect waaaaay worse punishment. What happens here, stays here"A few month later, most of those cat present that day, would get the set up members of, 'The Diamond Dawgs'.

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