New Jock Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony conference

I guess I was just a born jock—I considered myself lucky. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not real big, mind you, only about 5'10 ”, maybe 125 lbs on a wet day : ). I already had tomentum on my legs, and up in the scissure of my ass, and a pretty nice 'bush'in my pits, and hanging 7 1/2"of dick. To nigh of the other guys on the baseball team, I guess I was intimidating.

Girls came at me like nutcase, and I was smart enough to observe a few glances from the guy as well, 'specially in the locker room. twat was easy -- -I got my first firearm net year.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a sportswoman nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood Youth. It was organized in 1951 at Booker T. Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that metre menstruum, It served as a transition league from child, or pewee, to the up-coming high school.

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

We had a middling hot n sweaty practice this one good afternoon. Even though a give sport—it got hot in Texas pretty fast. My shoes had gotten kinda crocked as my foundation were growing like I was feeding them fertilizer -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big foot, and dick : ) I shucked them, and my socks off, and tying the lace together, slung them over my shoulder -- -a supporter thing : ) Walking across the soft grass of the field to the field house, barefooted, and into the locker room, I wasted no clock time stripping down and heading for the showers. A lot of bios that age were still timid about being in nominal head of another dude 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 show off : )

So I hit the shower drumhead, and turn the water to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the tactile property as it hit my back, and I held my arms up behind my head, exposing my stinkn colliery. Some said I was always showin off, cause I did n't face the shower heads. 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 make a comment about my big dick. I do n't really call up what he said, but I responded with something like he was Wyrd for making fun of the dandy with the liberal putz on the team. He shot me back with something like, I was a junkie, and I just laughed at him and said something like"Ya, that 's what ur sis said lastly nighttime too ”. He came at me across the shower story, but just before he got within blazonry reach, I pulled back and cold cocked him upside his pass. He jumped from the floor, but again I got 3 quick pops to his mouth, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his chest and breadbasket, and washed down the drain.

The all way got really quite, and Johnny just laid there for a bit, collecting his thoughts, I guess. I took a glance across the room at the early guys, and smile, just said 'silver gloves'. Deciding that this was n't going to end it, I walk over and grab him by the hair, and pull him to where his straits is just floor with my hawkshaw."So Bradly -- -you like my dick, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, one-half way to my knee, all bushy and stag ?"“ Bet you wish you could touch it, huh ?"“ Fuck off, Dillon"“ piece of ass off you say, ? Ya, I might fuck off—fuck off in ur mouth, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few grins and elbow joint punches gave me the juice to go through with it. I never stood down.

"I seen you checking me out dude—admiring my big jock peter. I mean, it 's kool and all, be kool to see who sucks just -- -your sister, or you"I guess still nobody knew—it was in fact Bradly 's sister that I busted my cerise over a couple of old age ago. This, of course of action, got me just the reaction I wanted. As the other bois started laughing, Johnny jumped from the floor and reared back to take a swing. But, I blocked his awkward golf stroke, and once again, delivered 3 hard pops to his mouthpiece, right at the Saame place. 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 fuzz, and at this spot Im about half hard, and running my provide hand into his mouth, I say to him in a deep growling vocalism, 'suck me'. The expressions on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na make this dude lactate my dick—right here in the shower, in front of half the team ? You damm skippy I was -- -no reverence."I said suck me punk, or I 'll go for your dentition next ”.

To my surprise, Johnny Reb Kelso ( whom later would go my easily 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"suck it, fag"Bradly hesitates, then Kelso hits him in the back of the head. I heard a couple of the dudes mutter"shag this shit -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his sass, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ inches in, and push it all the way down his throat, burying my jock cock to the pubes."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite worked up."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 porn star. In and out, in rapid fashion, I dicked him down like a piece of meat. It took only a few import for me to flub my dust down his throat, and he choked up my jizz from his venter. I just looked at him, and laughed like a softheaded man.

Assuming he was done, he started to stomach, but I grabbed his pilus again, and just said"uh-uh hood -- -you got ta take forethought of my assistant now ”. As Bradly opened his mouthpiece in disbelief, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh hell ya"I glance over to the locker, and see the few that were dressing begin to impart. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the Lapp treatment. Im the captain, and you will do what the fuck I tell you"They just sat on the bench, some of them watching. Guess they decided not to screen me.

"Suck him tough -- -suck that big athlete cock. suction him good too -- -or I 'll bust you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's cock like his life depended on it. I guess from a certain pointedness of sight, it did. Do n't sleep together if he had sucked a dick before, but the b o y was damm salutary. Kelso, in like fashion as my self, skull fucked his throat like a crazed mad man. It only took import for him to blow his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both sides of his drumhead, Kelso slammed his mouth about 5 multiplication, os pubis to teeth, blowing hot jock jizz down his throat. Pretty impressive, I thought to myself. It would be a twosome of years yet, but eventually I would come to know the taste of that thick jock jizz, and it was really safe : )

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 rooster for one day"? He shook his capitulum up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the storage locker sphere, where he fell into the small group sitting on the benches. After a quick rinse, Kelso and me exited the shower elbow room, and joined the residual to get dressed.

"This is real simple -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can require waaaaay bad punishment. What happens here, stays here"A few months later, virtually of those guys present that day, would become the founding members of, 'The rhombus Dawgs'.

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