New Jock Tales—Freshman year -- Chptr 12 -- happy 4th of July

Summer had been great -- -and so was life sentence. I had coined my own footling phrase --

"one lucky white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock fundament now at a 12, poppin 8 hard squares of abs, 9"of vein poppin turncock, and that hard stave hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in social movement of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my shaggy-coated pits. I tried to keep myself in bridle, and not brag, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than most senior.

But not just the awesome bod, but life history in general. Living the fantasy of taking our neophyte squad to a land championship was still incredible -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice house in a moderate neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my dick for me—he loved to watch me nut : ) Mom had a honest job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all phantasy selling my big jock dick to pretty a good deal whomever wanted it. Old pervert and middle age cougar were the best -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA alternative. typical fee—about $ 1.50 a Irish punt, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the amount of detritus I blew every time I popped a warhead. I had played around with decent guys by now to realize it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 times Thomas More than normal—and distance as well. infernal region I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken Mexican valium of wooden-headed jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough juice by now to induce 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 head upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sat morning cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this umber"? ?"Ya Saint Matthew the Apostle"“ Well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't dedicate my lil bro much aid these days—between the mowing jobs ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer packing, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't have practically unfreeze sentence. And football practice would originate up in just 3 hebdomad -- -jeez. I was going to get to start working out just any day now. Not after fully grown muscles—I liked the physique I had, damn I got 16"bi-ceps now, but to a greater extent after forte training. Varsity would be a lot harder than Freshman football. The cat would be way full-grown. And the intensity training would benefit the packing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting early cat, for no reason at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a pair of sips of my burnt umber there was a knock at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front doorway and opening it, I liked to feature lost my shucks. There stood Mark Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the ass do you fucks require ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and thunderbolt for his elbow room. I guess flashbacks from the day last year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the firm from having r a p e d my ass the night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the grime bike. Im thinking I want some barrel, too : )

"We just wan na talk, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."ejaculate 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 bid them any. Then down to the cellar, they took a can each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an self-important position, slumping down in the electric chair, and spreading my hairy muscled pegleg, just enough to let my rubble bent free, and seeable from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's jolly bare 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 reclining chair and head for the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a substantial knock-down water. I had n't cut one yet that first light, and now had two cupful of coffee berry on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same position, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a lite tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my dick ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred looking at, even though he had been there before. After just a few s, I repeated the command."You want that jersey ? Suck my dick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."front crawl you blackamoor son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a bit, and glancing over at fall guy Mattox, Maruice drops to his hands and knee and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulders now buried right between my hairy muscled thigh, sucks in my one-half knockout dick in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my limb up behind my head, locking them together, and take a more stretched out slump in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the panorama. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice backtalk, relishing the feel of his thick nigrify lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling stopcock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty voice. As Maurice tightens the clutch of his sass, and moving from my piss slit to my pubes with each motion, I step up the pace of fucking his lip, now hitting the binding of his pharynx with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each prison term he goes down, as my 3"pubic region go up his nose, which just brought an malign grinning to my face.

Usually the morning nut is one of the foremost affair 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 prompt huff of my powerful pit, burying my shaggy-coated hair into my own nose. As I felt my shaft throb at my funk, I bring my arms down, and shut up my script around the vertebral column of Maurice capitulum. Giving him a brutal stab down his throat, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. Shot after shot of my fatheaded athletic supporter 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 gumption. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snot into Maurice typeface. Finally letting go, he comes off my shaft, and rests back on his haunches.

As the way grows silent, I cross my legs at the ankle, and just sit there playing with my glob.

I monastic order Maurice to plow around, back on all four-spot, and to swallow his brass in the floor. Looking over at Mattox, with the Same stern face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a brilliance, and I return the same. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of attitude if nil else. I figure him to be pretty straight, but like me, he did cause a thing for some tite greasy man jam. If for no other reason, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and sheds his jeans. Still wearing his tee shirt, and socks, I thought it was a aphrodisiac look. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knees behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lubricator."nookie no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his head back and Forth River, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty full lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice dickhead. As he starts working his own pecker up, I had a momentary esteem of his pretty impressive dick. Mark was hung about 10 ”, and superintendent fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the soma I would later forebode 'zero waistline line'. As he strokes up to get his massive screwing bewilder tough, I blurt out,"No-wait. Suck that cakehole. Munch that black ass out, and get him sloppy ”. Mattox resisted, saying it was n't his matter. 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 Garden State. After a few moments of hesitation, Mattox finally lowers his look down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his oral cavity into it 's saturnine blackamoor crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice emollient cone cell ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being passably straight, I did n't see him as the eccentric 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 hold open my lil monster down : )

I ordered Mark to stay put it in, and fuck the shit outta Maurice hole."Get up in them moxie, 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 bat. Positioning myself just to the right wing of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a position with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a look of fear in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite oily gob. As his chest of drawers turns red, and travail head start pouring from his pits, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a piffling puppy. Close enough, I decide.

As the import arrives, Saint Mark takes a last 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 ass out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as marker begins to sink, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's spine and shoulder, then convulse it to the side. crisscross 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 tutelage. I walk up to him, and kicking him in the rib, tell him to roll over onto his rear. Then, kicking Maurice in the nerve, 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 grimace, he does as I told him, and slurps up Mark 's still one-half hard pecker, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his dick.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the right leg, and separate the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the laces on my PF broadside, I grunt through my dentition,"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 soak up my dick -- -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 cartoon. I grin at him. Was n't showing him much aid these twenty-four hour period, but I did love 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 diddly-squat -- -- ur a fuckin stripling ”. A gleam comes across his side, and almost crying, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget 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 gleams like it was Christmastime. As target and Maurice approach the presence door, I finish up with"And I think score and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just spotlight at me, prolly thinking, 'what an motherfucker'.