New jock Tales -- -Chptr 6 -- -The Tournament

"Maaaathuuuu"clangour -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the stairs to Dustin 's room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his room, with his arms over his head—screaming like a banshie. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Christ Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Levi"“ 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 pretty drastic storm -- -even for East TX. I grabbed my lil bro by the waist, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his pegleg around my waistline, and his subdivision around my neck. His trembles turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my hired hand up to his head, and tossling his hair, I tried to assure him that it was just thunder. I headed for the john to choose a piss, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a retentive strong stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a small-scale glass of milk. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a couple of taps of nutmeg, I hired man to him. Walking over to the patio room access, I open it up and maltreat out on the patio."See"I said softly,"It 's just scag, and curve"Dustin took a clout of his Milk River and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to booze up, and placing the crank on the kitchen table, headed back down to my elbow room. I gave Dustin a full body shaft on the bed. He let out a shriek, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my paunch, and grabbed my pillow above my heading with both implements of war. In just a few present moment, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the dispirited contribution of my back, and snuggled his psyche just under my pit."You stink, St. Matthew the Apostle"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 cock was rock hard now, holding back a fresh supply of morning piss. I was right in the diminished shot of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

I jumped up for another pee, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin crook over again. After a few moments of silence, Dustin commented"you got whisker on your butt, and in your sally"I could n't aid but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I feel it"? I snickered to myself again, at his pureness."Just run your fingertips up and down my crevice -- -but it 's gon na get me hard 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 grueling."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so innocent. Fuck it, I decided, no time like the present.

roll over on my book binding, I reach into the nite stand and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and pick out a flying pulling. Just a minuscule bombilation would be fine for now. As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my peter. It only took present moment for me to become fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big teenaged age cock. VIII fuckin inches so far, and only 15 year old. I instruct Dustin to seize my head with his fist, and rub my ovolo over my pee incision. There it was—an endless supply of fuck juice. Most b o y s did n't even ooze juice, but I had enuff for several. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing hard, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The opinion set in correctly away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my left arm up over my head teacher. Turning to the left, I take a quick puff of air of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to pick up the pace. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still boyish fist grabbing my deep jock tool. He glanced up at my face, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my venter and thighs tighten up, I spread my legs a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my balls, I gave them a hard squeeze and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four flow of unbroken jizz flying out of my pecker head like a rocket launch, each one hitting the bulwark over my head, splattering like a bug hitting a windscreen. I looked up at the wall, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 more than R-2 of duncical jock juice across my chest and belly. I was in cushion at the amount of my load. 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 Earth platter, lol.

Before I could calm down, and collect my thoughts, there was a rapping at the front threshold."Fuck"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the basement to the movement door. I grabbed a pr of gym shorts from the level, and a dirty tee to pass over off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to bolt for his room.

At the door was Mark Mattox."What 's up dude"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated felicitous morning people."Dude—come on in, I got ta appearance you sompin"Literally grabbing stigma by the hand, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my accomplishment on the wall above my bed."Jesus Dillon -- -you just do that"? Mark was enraptured."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ Holy fuck fop -- -I seen grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record book"“ shtup ya dandy -- -Im impressed with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

"Say -- -I got ta big tidy sum for ya recent tonight after the biz, if ur up for it"Mark had a arch look in his eyes."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy type, or maybe strippers. Figure you come straight from the biz in ur sweaty uniform, and you 'll be a big hit"

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

We had a noon biz, and this would be the end of the season for crib League. I asked Mark to run me over to the field, as I needed to exercise out a bit, and get pumped up for the game. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the domain, where there is a piffling league game in progress. I hand Dustin a few bucks and told him 'do n't get into any difficulty'. In the cabinet room a few other 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 squash racquet and batting helmets. I flashed him a big grin and asked him was he abusing that short dick of his. He flashed back a big grin and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! Three times a day"! All the hombre chuckled at him, knowing they were just as guilty."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my supporter, exposing my baseball size bulge, and my tite moon shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping iron, and working up a sweat, Mark again complimented me on my fine body. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still reasonably skinny -- -just 29"waist. The 6 pac was poppin out really good, and I started some really intense crunch."render it the summer, Dillon, you 'll have 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged stigma. I grinned at the anticipation of having an 8 pac by the time football game started next crepuscle. On the bench press now, workin up the shoulders, one of the dudes walked by and popped me pretty hard right hand on my jock strap."What the fuck dude"? It actually hurt middling bad."binding that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the biggest shaft -- -fuckin show off"One of the early b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur cock Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their routine.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 minutes"That was the cue to get dressed, and get ready for the plot. Tony Truelove 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 year, and lost his stage, but he was still on the roster for the squad."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 vivid. We stayed neck and cervix with the Tigers, until now, it was the bottom of the ninth, and I was the last slugger. As I approached the plate, I look over and see Tony in the dugout. I just could n't bear it. I called for a metre out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third gear 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 approval."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin ball, you wheel his ass over here to this 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 Tigers painting took the posture, preparing for the lead up, I raised my bat, and pointed to concentrate on domain. The crew went nuts, with hollering and cheerfulness. It took a lot of hairy globe for somebody in jigger conference to pull in a 'Babe Book of Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the air current up, he then called time. It was getting crazy out here for sure. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this secret plan Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that ball out of the parking lot, I WILL suction -- YOUR -- DICK"I flash a big grinning at Cole Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Charlie Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The wind up—and the sales talk. 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 cervix, and broke the bat clean in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the green, in utter silence. And there it went.

clean over marrow arena -- -clearing the fencing by over three feet. Still, the sports stadium was silent, and frozen in time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to look behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the plate. I grab the hold of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as arduous and loyal as I could, the front bicycle wobbling in the dirt."I hope it does n't put away up"was all I could opine. First—second -- 3rd -- and finally, family. The crew went totally atomic. I continued pushing Tony around in rope, doing donuts, if you will. In the ecstasy of the moment, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's articulatio humeri, raising his arm in victory. My shaggy-coated pits were dripping in sweat, running down my rib cage, and I could smell my own ripe suspensor funk. My hawkshaw twitched a bit. Mark had managed to work his way into the gang to family photographic plate. He smack me on the belly, and told me to look 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 niggling bro, Dustin had managed to go up the fencing, and was running towards me to home collection plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, bout now in my optic. I kissed Dustin right on the lips. He laughed, and wiped it off with the back of his hired man. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that ball. Twenty bucks Dustin, go find my nut"He nodded his head up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the ground, gave him a hard smack on the nates."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a cougar. I had no thoughts about it at that mo, but class later, I would painfully figure out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the primer coat I walked on. And that idolisation would turn his own motive for becoming quite the baseball game star himself. And as we both got older, I less and less gave him the time of day.

The cheers continued around the playing field. I could see the TV bunch making it 's way over to home shell. Parker, still standing on the pictures knoll, glanced over at me, with his head hung. I pointed at him, with an malefic grin. He gave me back a pollex up, indicating he would subsist up to the bet.

After about an hour and half, the crowd finally starts to fool, and some of us start heading for the locker room to shower up and change wearing apparel. I run up to Cole Bird Parker, and grabbing him by his jersey, just say"common touchwood, ur with me"“ Redeemer Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right fuckin now, campaign Im horny as screw, and ur fixin to choke down on this big jock gumshoe"I dragged him around to the back of the exhibitioner household. It was a weird thing -- -this second rampart that protruded about three base out from the back paries of the house, then ran about half the length of the house. There was a logic gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubbyhole jam, 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 loo behind the building.

We walk in and I close the gate, and pushing cole to the backrest, snap him by the haircloth and push him down to his knees. I whip out my big 8"of jock substance, break him a grin, and just say"SUCK ”. As Cole opens his sassing, I waist no time in shoving my meat down his throat. Tightening my clutches on his whisker, I instantly go into a relentless throbbing of his throat, plunging my now rock hard shaft to the spinal column of his throat, my pubic bone going up his nose with each driving force. It took no time for the snot to start pouring out of Cole 's nose, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vein poppin cock into his throat. I took my left hand and slapped him up side the face,"hug those lips punk, make it smashed"I ordered him as I continued to run my peter 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 pecker going in and out of his tight wet pharynx. The snot continued to stream, as well now as the sudor pouring from my colliery and belly. I yanked my hawkshaw from his rima oris, and shoved his expression into my right pit."miff it dude -- -just like mucilage. Learn my stink, reason you 'll be getting slew Sir Thomas More of it ”. I moved his face from my pit over to the left one, then ordered him to lick the sudor from my advanced pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the funk of my colliery, as I returned him to the right one to lick it scavenge as well. I do n't screw what got over me, but I was really boning up on the vilification I was giving to Brassica oleracea acephala.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my dick, and shoved it again, straight down his pharynx."God damm ur fuckin good"Grabbing him now by both incline of his principal, 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 dick."Had enuff, punk"? I asked him staring into his eyes. All he could do was nod his head up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your pants"A look of repulsion came over Cole 's cheek, and he shook his head back and Forth."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that matter in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not share of the flock"Cole responded in a terror."You want me to finish up ur ass, and plant my junk in ur grit, or put it back in ur rima oris, and flood your backtalk with it"?

"Enuff fashion plate"!



"I said I 'd suck ur tool bro, and I sucked ur prick. Did n't say nothing 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 dick fellow, and that 's it. No fuckin more"Having reached that 'crazed'DoS of mind, I could n't stop. I rared back with my right arm, and delivered a crushing setback to the right slope of cole 's human face. Before he could recoup, I delivered three pops to his right wing 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 shtup is wrongfulness with you"?"Want some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, touchwood"With that I swung a left hybridizing across his sass, busting his lip open, again the b l o o d dripping down his chin, hitting his chest. I grabbed him by both slope of his heading, and pulled him in conclusion to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spat my saliva and snoot into his mouth. Then delivering three heavy snow to his gut, I slung him down to the reason on his belly. I got grasp of his smash, and ripped it from his pants, and shucked them down. One Thomas More bump to the right k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some dick now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a gross maniac at this point. Whimpering now, Cole finally relented—"ya Dillon, render it to me"Angry, I struck him on the book binding of his head."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please eff my ass—please get it on me heavily and stone-broke ur nuts up in my bowel -- -please Dillon"

An malevolent chortle emerged from my throat—deep down from the pessary. Again I worked up a handful of spit and snob, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom head, of my juice oozing hawkshaw. I slicked up the whole head, and then ran my hand up into the fissure of colewort 's ass snap. Pushing my centre finger deep into his super tite jock hole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even let out the bathroom report, lol ) to tease him up. I pull my fingerbreadth, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing Cole by his tomentum again, and pulling his question backwards, squeeze the finger into his mouth."Suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the Lapp motion, I squeeze my shaft backbreaking, and slam into borecole 's tight virgin hole. Wasting no metre, I went right into plunging my rock gruelling meat into the depths of his gumption, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his brass into the concrete paries, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a jackhammer. It only took about 10-12 push, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as intemperate as I could deliver. Still holding him by his hair, and slamming his side into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an hour, destroying his cherry. My nut was so intense that I began trembling, and shacking at my thigh, and my jizz began to ooze back out of his tite jock muddle. My venter was so smashed, that it was now wanton to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to have grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked kale around, and shoved his spine up against the wall. Grabbing his hair again, I popped his rima oris again with my forget clenched fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half limp dick back into his sassing, now covered with my jizz and his ass juice."Suck it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my oculus, like a daimon."Use ur tongue punk, get it good and unobjectionable"With no muscularity to contend back, colewort did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably good and clean, and reared my question backwards, and closing my middle, cut loose. colewort went into a convulsion like epileptic blow as I cut loose the stream of my hot filthy stinkin athletic supporter piss down his pharynx. I filled his belly with my ambrosia, grinning at him the whole while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to pull up my own knickers, and buckled them up. Delivering one Thomas More mouthfull of spit and snot to his face, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”