New Jock Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony League

I guess I was just a tolerate jock—I considered myself golden. 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 fuzz on my legs, and up in the crack of my ass, and a reasonably nice 'bush'in my pits, and hanging 7 1/2"of dick. To nigh of the other guy cable on the baseball game team, I guess I was intimidating.

missy came at me like weirdo, and I was smart enough to notice a few glances from the guys as well, 'specially in the locker room. kitty was easy -- -I got my first piece finally year.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a variation nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood spring chicken. It was organized in 1951 at George Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that time period, It served as a transition league from small fry, or peewit, to the up-coming high school.

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

We had a pretty hot n sweaty exercise this one afternoon. Even though a spring sport—it got hot in Texas pretty fast. My shoe had gotten kinda nasty as my base were growing like I was feeding them fertilizer -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big feet, and shaft : ) I shucked them, and my socks off, and tying the lacing together, slung them over my berm -- -a suspensor thing : ) Walking across the subdued Grass of the champaign to the field of honor house, barefooted, and into the locker way, I wasted no time stripping down and heading for the cascade. A lot of bios that age were still timid about being in front of another sheik 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 head, and move around the body of water to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the feel as it hit my cover, and I held my arms up behind my chief, exposing my stinkn pits. Some said I was always showin off, movement I did n't look 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 peter. I do n't really recall what he said, but I responded with something like he was unearthly for making fun of the dude with the biggest prick 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 utmost Nox too ”. He came at me across the shower floor, but just before he got within weapon system reach, I pulled back and cold cocked him upside his headway. He jumped from the trading floor, but again I got 3 quick pops to his mouthpiece, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his chest and stomach, and washed down the drain.

The completely room got really quite, and Johnny Reb just laid there for a bit, collecting his idea, I guess. I took a glance across the room at the former 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 haircloth, and perpetrate him to where his heading is just stage with my dick."So Bradly -- -you like my dick, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, one-half way to my knee, all bushy and shit ?"“ Bet you wish you could tinge it, huh ?"“ Fuck off, Dillon"“ Fuck off you say, ? Ya, I might fuck off—fuck off in ur mouth, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few grin and cubitus 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 dick. I mean, it 's kool and all, be kool to see who sucks better -- -your sister, or you"I guess still cipher knew—it was in fact Bradly 's sister that I busted my cherry over a couplet of long time ago. This, of course, got me just the response I wanted. As the other bois started laughing, Johnny jumped from the trading floor and reared back to take a swing. But, I blocked his awkward swing music, and once again, delivered 3 hard pops to his oral cavity, right at the Sami 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 hairsbreadth, and at this point Im about half severe, and running my allow manus into his mouthpiece, I say to him in a late growl voice, 'suck me'. The expressions on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na make this buster suck my dick—right here in the exhibitor, in front of half the team ? You damm skippy I was -- -no fear."I said suck me punk, or I 'll go for your teeth next ”.

To my surprise, Johnny Reb Kelso ( whom later would suit my in force champion in football game ) 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 cover of the heading. I heard a distich of the dudes mutter"fuck this shit -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his mouth, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ inches in, and push it all the way down his pharynx, burying my jockstrap rooster to the loins."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite excited."suck ur masters dick b o y ”. As I hold on to the top of Bradly 's hair, I begin pumping his pharynx like a porn star. In and out, in rapid style, I dicked him down like a opus of essence. It took only a few mo for me to blow my junk down his throat, and he choked up my jizz from his belly. I just looked at him, and laughed like a crazy man.

Assuming he was done, he started to stand, but I grabbed his hair again, and just said"uh-uh kindling -- -you got ta take care of my assistant now ”. As Bradly opened his sass in disbelief, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh underworld ya"I glance over to the lockers, and see the few that were dressing Menachem Begin to leave. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the same treatment. Im the senior pilot, and you will do what the fuck I tell you"They just sat on the benches, some of them watching. surmisal they decided not to try out me.

"sucking him punk -- -suck that big athletic supporter cock. suck him adept too -- -or I 'll bust you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's dick like his life depended on it. I guess from a certain gunpoint of view, it did. Do n't know if he had sucked a dick before, but the b o y was damm good. Kelso, in similar manner as my self, skull fucked his throat like a craze mad man. It only took import for him to blow his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both slope of his head, Kelso slammed his oral cavity about 5 clock time, pubis to teeth, blowing hot athletic supporter jizz down his throat. Pretty impressive, I thought to myself. It would be a couple of years yet, but eventually I would get along to bed the gustatory modality of that thick jock jizz, and it was really good : )

Finally I yank Bradly back straight up. Grabbing him by the throat, I say to him in a loud voice"Had enuff Bradly -- -that adequate cock for one day"? He shook his headway up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the cabinet sphere, where he fell into the pocket-size group sitting on the benches. After a warm rinsing, Kelso and me exited the shower bath room, and joined the rest to get dressed.

"This is real simple -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can expect waaaaay bad penalisation. What happens here, stay here"A few calendar month later, most of those guys present that day, would suit the founding members of, 'The adamant Dawgs'.

"Now—Anybody that wants to add up over later, I got beer, and dope ”. I look over at Bradly, still sitting on the bench, looking like he 's waiting on his future gild."You too Bradly -- -you got ur punishment ”