New athlete Tales—Freshman yr -- Chptr 12 -- Happy 4th of July

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

"one lucky White person boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock pes now at a 12, poppin 8 severely foursquare of abs, 9"of vein poppin stopcock, and that hard round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front man of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my shaggy stone pit. I tried to keep myself in check, and not brag, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than virtually seniors.

But not just the awesome bod, but spirit in general. Living the illusion of taking our Freshman team to a commonwealth backing was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should deliver accomplished that. We lived in a nice house in a moderate neighbourhood. I had a lil bro, that was cracking at jackin my gumshoe for me—he loved to watch over me nut : ) Mom had a undecomposed job. And I was knocking down Johnny Cash beyond all phantasy selling my big jock dick to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old pervert and middle age panther were the best -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA selection. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a pound, lol.

I tried to think that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the prominent captivation was the amount of dust I blew every time I popped a load. I had played around with enough guy wire by now to realize it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 prison term to a greater extent than normal—and distance as well. Hell I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken R-2 of fatheaded supporter jizz. Damm, I prolly shot plenty succus by now to stimulate populated a small town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off trunks and head upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sabbatum dawning cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ Well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't dedicate my lil bro much attention these days—between the mowing task ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summertime boxing, ( decided to go for gold this class ) I just did n't receive lots exempt time. And football game practice would start up in just 3 calendar week -- -jeez. I was going to have to start working out just any day now. Not after braggy muscles—I liked the build I had, give away I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after force training. Varsity would be a lot harder than fledgeling football. The cat would be way bigger. And the military capability training would benefit the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guy cable, for no ground at to the lowest degree, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well ache them first.

After a couple of sips of my coffee there was a knock at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the look door and opening it, I liked to birth lost my Irish bull. There stood fool Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the fuck do you bonk want ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the sofa and bolt for his way. I guess flashbacks from the day last yr I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the household from having r a p e d my ass the nighttime before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the crap bike. Im thinking I want some drums, too : )

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

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee. Did n't even put up them any. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the reclining chair. I assumed an self-important position, slumping down in the chairman, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my rubble hang free, and visible from their Angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity team from graduation. This year will be every bit as hard as last year"Already disgusted I hop up from the lounger and head for the can. Standing at the lavatory, I shed the gym underdrawers, and cut loose a stiff powerful pee. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cups of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the reclining chair, I assumed the Same position, spreading my hairy wooden leg, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square toes in the oculus, I simply mumbled,"suck my dick ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred feeling, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, 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 black son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a bit, and glancing over at brand Mattox, Maruice drops to his hands and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with his articulatio humeri now buried right wing between my hairy muscled thighs, sucks in my half unvoiced dick in one draft. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my coat of arms up behind my mind, locking them together, and take a more stretched out falloff in the chairperson. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the panorama. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice oral cavity, relishing the feel of his slurred black back talk as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling hammer."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty phonation. 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 pace of fucking his mouthpiece, now hitting the back of his pharynx with each poke. Maurice gags just a bit each prison term he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nose, which just brought an evil grin to my face.

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 field pit, burying my shaggy-coated hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick pounding at my funk, I bring my blazon down, and lock my hands around the vertebral column of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal driving force down his pharynx, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. Shot after stroke of my thick athletic supporter goo go flying down Maurice throat, straight to his belly. I increase the

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

As the elbow room grows mum, I cross my legs at the ankles, and just sit there playing with my glob.

I order Maurice to turn around, back on all quaternary, and to inter his face in the flooring. Looking over at Mattox, with the same behind look, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glower, and I return the same. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of attitude if zippo else. I figure him to be pretty straightforward, but like me, he did take a affair for some tite greasy man hole. If for no former reason, it do n't get fraught.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and throw away his jeans. Still wearing his tee shirt, and socks, I thought it was a sexy feel. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knee joint behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."nooky no—spit on him ”. soft touch kinda moved his top dog back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty in effect lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice arse. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a momentary wonder of his reasonably impressive putz. grade was hung about 10 ”, and top-notch fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later shout 'zero waist line'. As he strokes up to get his massive fuck stick hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. sucking that kettle of fish. munch that ignominious 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 instant of indisposition, Mattox finally lowers his human face down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his mouth into it 's sour Negroid crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream retinal cone ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being pretty straight, I did n't see him as the type that would sacrifice such a cruddy act for person 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 German mark to mystify 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 corner of the room, and fished out a baseball game bat. Positioning myself just to the right field of Mattox, I softly mutter,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ear, Mattox gets a flavor of concern in his fount. Grabbing Maurice now by the shank, he begins a relentless pound of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his chest turns red, and sweat starting line pouring from his stone pit, and frontal bone, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a fiddling puppy. Close enough, I decide.

As the second arrives, stain takes a concluding v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his tooth, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely frighten the fucking out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as Mark begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Saint Mark 's back and shoulders, then convulse it to the side. stigma lets out a b l o o d curling shrieking, 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 ribs, tell him to roll over onto his rachis. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, gild him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur sassing fag, and suck him clean house"I draw my fist back, but with the terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up Mark 's still half hard dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass goo from his peter.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the mightily leg, and say the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the laces on my PF flier, 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 wish everybody else. And if you make it, you will suck up my hawkshaw -- -every week, for as long as you play. 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 great deal attention these Clarence Shepard Day Jr., but I did love the fiddling fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best dose smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil turd -- -- ur a fuckin teen ”. A gleam comes across his aspect, and almost crying, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone bury mortal 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 gleams like it was Christmas. As Mark and Maurice approach the front door, I finish up with"And I think print and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just glare at me, prolly thinking, 'what an dickhead'.