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

Summer had been great -- -and so was aliveness. I had coined my own little phrase --

"one lucky blanched boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass athletic supporter feet now at a 12, poppin 8 operose second power of abs, 9"of vein poppin cock, and that hard round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in social movement of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pits. I tried to keep myself in check, and not brag, or get a big brain about it all. Damm, I had more give away than most senior.

But not just the awing bod, but lifetime in universal. Living the phantasy of taking our Freshman team to a state backup was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a squeamish firm in a moderate vicinity. I had a lil bro, that was majuscule at jackin my dick for me—he loved to find out me nut : ) Mom had a good job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all fantasy selling my big jock hawkshaw to pretty a lot whomever wanted it. Old perverts and eye age panther were the skillful -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a hammering, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-involved or anything, really the biggest enthrallment was the amount of detritus I blew every meter I popped a consignment. I had played around with enough guy wire by now to earn it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 times to a greater extent than normal—and distance as well. Inferno I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken forget me drug of thick jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough juice by now to have populated a belittled town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off underdrawers and head upstairs for some coffee bean. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday morning animated cartoon."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ Well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't give my lil bro often attention these days—between the mowing problem ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summertime boxing, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't get much free time. And football game practice would commence up in just 3 workweek -- -jeez. I was going to have to start working out just any day now. Not after braggart muscles—I liked the anatomy I had, shop I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after military posture grooming. varsity would be a lot knockout than fledgeling football. The hombre would be way bigger. And the strength training would benefit the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guys, for no cause at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na suffer you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a mates of sips of my coffee there was a knock at the threshold. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the straw man door and opening it, I liked to birth lost my shit. There stood bull's eye Mattox, and Maurice John Luther Jones."What the fuck do you fucks require ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day last year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the theatre from having r a p e d my ass the night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the shit bike. Im thinking I want some brake drum, too : )

"We just wan na talking, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ football game ”."Not fuckin likely ”."ejaculate on Matthew—we just wan na talking."I ai n't got ta lot of sentence, so come on ”.

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee. Did n't even volunteer them any. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant position, slumping down in the chairwoman, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my detritus hang free, and seeable from their slant."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's passably simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the varsity team from graduation exercise. This year will be every bit as hard as last year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and foreland for the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a inviolable potent pissing. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cups of coffee berry on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the like billet, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square in the centre, I simply mumbled,"suck my hawkshaw ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred flavor, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the command."You want that jersey ? Suck my prick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."CRAWL you calamitous son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at bell ringer Mattox, Maruice drops to his work force and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulder joint now buried rightfield between my hairy muscled thigh, sucks in my half hard pecker in one gulping. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my principal, locking them together, and contain a more stretched out slump in the president. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scene. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice oral fissure, relishing the feel of his buddy-buddy black back talk as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling putz."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty voice. As Maurice tightens the grip of his back talk, and moving from my piss slit to my pubis with each motion, I step up the pace of fucking his mouth, now hitting the dorsum of his throat with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each time he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nose, which just brought an evilness smiling 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 hours now since I got up. I take a quick huff of my powerful pit, burying my shaggy-haired fuzz into my own nose. As I felt my dick throbbing at my funk, I bring my arms down, and interlace my hands around the back of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal knife thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the death chair, I unload. Shot after shooting of my chummy jock goo go flying down Maurice pharynx, straight to his belly. I increase the

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

As the room grows silent, I cross my legs at the ankle joint, and just sit there playing with my lump.

I order Maurice to turn around, back on all quaternion, and to inter his face in the storey. Looking over at Mattox, with the same stern face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a spotlight, and I return the Sami. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stump his ass, out of attitude if nothing else. I figure him to be pretty straight, but like me, he did have a thing for some tite greasy man kettle of fish. If for no former reason, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and sheds his denim. Still wearing his tee shirt, and drogue, I thought it was a aphrodisiac feel. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his human knee behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lubricating substance."Fuck no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his straits back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty well lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own putz up, I had a momentary admiration of his pretty impressive dick. Mark was hung about 10 ”, and top-notch fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later call 'zero waist seam'. As he strokes up to get his massive fuck wedge hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. suction that hole. Munch that nigrify 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 T-shirt. After a few mo of falter, Mattox finally lowers his font down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his rima oris into it 's disconsolate black crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice ointment cone ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being pretty straightaway, I did n't see him as the type that would sacrifice such a nasty act for someone 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 bell ringer to stick it in, and fuck the shit outta Maurice maw."Get up in them backbone, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chair, and walked over to a corner of the elbow room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right of Mattox, I softly mussitate,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a look of fear in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waistline, he begins a grim throbbing of Maurice tite greasy kettle of fish. As his chest turns red, and sweat starts 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, bell ringer takes a final exam v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely scare the piece of tail out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as Deutschmark begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his belly, I take the lilt. I bring the bat crashing down across cross 's rachis and shoulder, then slash it to the side. Mark lets out a b l o o d curling howler, 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 spinal column. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, order him to lay across Mark."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 grade 's still half hard dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass sludge from his tool.

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

I clear my throat, 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 peter -- -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 stairs, back into the kitchen, I glance in at Dustin heavily involved in the cartoons. I grin at him. Was n't showing him a lot attention these 24-hour interval, but I did be intimate the trivial fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best Elvis smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A glimmer comes across his look, and almost call, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone block somebody 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 gleaming like it was Christmas. As Mark and Maurice approach the nominal head 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 whoreson'.