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

summer had been dandy -- -and so was life. I had coined my own short musical phrase --

"one lucky Edward Douglas White Jr. boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock feet now at a 12, poppin 8 backbreaking squares of abs, 9"of mineral vein poppin cock, and that hard round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front man of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pits. I tried to keep myself in tab, and not swash, or get a big read/write head about it all. Damm, I had more crap than to the highest degree elder.

But not just the awesome bod, but life in universal. Living the fantasy of taking our neophyte team to a State championship was still incredible -- -there was really no way we should let accomplished that. We lived in a nice house in a moderate neck of the woods. I had a lil bro, that was dandy at jackin my pecker for me—he loved to watch me nut : ) Mom had a unspoiled job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all illusion marketing my big suspensor cock to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old perverts and middle age cougars were the best -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of Department of Agriculture choice. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a punt, lol.

I tried to trust that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the great fascination was the amount of junk I blew every metre I popped a load. I had played around with enough cat by now to realize it was monolithic. I 'd say maybe 5 times more than normal—and aloofness as well. Hell I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick-skulled athletic supporter jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough succus by now to have populated a small town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and straits upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sat morning sketch."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya St. Matthew"“ fountainhead damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't give my lil bro much attention these days—between the mowing occupation ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer pugilism, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't have much free time. And football practice would start up in just 3 hebdomad -- -jeez. I was going to feature to set off working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the figure I had, tinker's damn I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after effectiveness preparation. Varsity would be a lot firmly than Freshman football. The hombre would be way bigger. And the strength breeding would benefit the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guy wire, for no reason at to the lowest degree, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a match of sips of my coffee there was a knock at the room access. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the nominal head door and opening it, I liked to throw lost my shit. There stood patsy Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the piece of ass do you fucks want ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the lounge and bolt for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day shoemaker's last twelvemonth I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the house from having r a p e d my ass the night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the dirt cycle. Im thinking I want some tympan, too : )

"We just wan na talk, Saint Matthew the Apostle ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ Football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."seed on Matthew—we just wan na talk."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 proffer them any. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant side, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my junk hang free, and visible from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's somewhat dewy-eyed Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity team from graduation. This class will be every bit as hard as endure year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and head for the bath. Standing at the pot, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a strong powerful piddle. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cup of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the reclining chair, I assumed the same lieu, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square toes in the heart, I simply mumbled,"suck my dick ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred expression, even though he had been there before. After just a few second, I repeated the command."You want that Jersey ? sucking my dick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."CRAWL you blackness son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at scrape Mattox, Maruice drops to his hands and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with his articulatio humeri now buried right field between my hairy muscled thigh, suck in my half hard hawkshaw in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my head, locking them together, and take in a more stretch along out falloff in the electric chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the fit. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouth, relishing the feel of his thick black mouth as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling cock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty voice. As Maurice tightens the handgrip of his sassing, and moving from my urine snatch to my pubes with each apparent movement, I step up the pace of fucking his oral cavity, now hitting the spine of his pharynx with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each meter he goes down, as my 3"loins go up his olfactory organ, which just brought an malefic grinning to my face.

Usually the morning nut is one of the foremost things I do, but I had n't got to it yet this morning—and it 's been about 2 hours now since I got up. I take a quick huff of my right pit, burying my bushy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick throb at my funk, I bring my arms down, and lock my deal around the back of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. stroke after gibe of my thick jockstrap 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 juice into his guts. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snoot into Maurice face. Finally letting go, he comes off my hawkshaw, and rests back on his haunches.

As the room grows silent, I cross my peg at the ankles, and just sit there playing with my balls.

I order Maurice to turn around, back on all fours, and to swallow up his human face in the storey. Looking over at Mattox, with the same rear end face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glare, and I return the Lapp. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of attitude if null else. I figure him to be pretty unbent, but like me, he did birth a thing for some tite greasy man hole. If for no other reason, it do n't get fraught.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and moult his jean. Still wearing his tee shirt, and windsock, I thought it was a aphrodisiacal expression. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knees behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."Fuck no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his head word back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty good lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own peter up, I had a momentary wonderment of his pretty impressive dick. marking was hung about 10 ”, and crack fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later ring 'zero waist line'. As he strokes up to get his monolithic piece of ass stick hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. Suck that kettle of fish. munch that blackened ass out, and get him squashy ”. 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 T-shirt. After a few consequence of hesitation, Mattox finally lowers his nerve down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his mouth into it 's dark-skinned smutty crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream cone ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being pretty heterosexual person, I did n't see him as the case that would sacrifice such a nasty act for somebody else. But -- -I was totally getting off on it, and was getting boned up again. Damm, ca n't keep my lil monster down : )

I ordered Mark to stick it in, and fuck the shit outta Maurice cakehole."Get up in them guts, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chair, and walked over to a recess of the room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the rightfulness of Mattox, I softly mussitate,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a looking at of fear in his expression. Grabbing Maurice now by the waistline, he begins a grim hammer of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his chest turns red, and perspiration start pouring from his pits, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a little puppy. Close enough, I decide.

As the moment arrives, scar takes a concluding v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice intestine, and with the clenching of his tooth, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely scare the fuck out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as sign begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the trading floor on his paunch, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across scratch 's backrest and shoulders, then toss it to the side of meat. Saint Mark lets out a b l o o d curling scream, 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 costa, tell him to roll over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, parliamentary procedure him to lay across Deutschmark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him clean"I draw my fist back, but with the terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up scar 's still half hard gumshoe, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his tool.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging athletic supporter dick down the in good order leg, and evidence the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the lace on my PF Flyers, I grunt through my teeth,"I aint such a pussy 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 suck my prick -- -every week, for as long as you play. refugee camp 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 cartoons. I grin at him. Was n't showing him much attention these Clarence Day, but I did be intimate the small roll in the hay. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my substantially pane smirk, I softly let out,"Happy natal day, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A gleam comes across his face, and almost rallying cry, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget person 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 chocolate cake ”. Justin glow like it was Christmas. As Mark 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 SOB'.