New athletic supporter narrative -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tournament

"Maaaathuuuu"crash -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the stairs to Dustin 's room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his way, with his sleeve over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Jesus Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Matthew"“ Oh fuck sheik, you mean the storm"? BAMM rumble rumble"Ahhhh yes, Matthew the storm -- -Im scared"Oh nookie, I mumble to myself. It was a fairly drastic storm -- -even for due east Lone-Star State. I grabbed my lil bro by the waist, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his legs around my waist, and his arms around my cervix. His trembles turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my script up to his question, and tossling his hair, I tried to assure him that it was just thunder. I headed for the bathroom to hold a weewee, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a yearn strong stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a small glass of milk. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a duad of taps of nutmeg, I hand to him. Walking over to the terrace room access, I open it up and step out on the terrace."See"I said softly,"It 's just skag, and wind"Dustin took a slug of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to tope up, and placing the glassful on the kitchen table, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a wide-cut trunk gibe on the bed. He let out a scream, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my belly, and grabbed my pillow above my brain with both arms. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the lower persona of my book binding, and snuggled his headspring just under my pit."You stink, Matthew"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to sleep"

When I awoke again later that cockcrow, our view had reversed. Dustin now had his back to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his waist. My dick was Rock hard now, holding back a newly provision of aurora piddle. I was right in the small crack cocaine of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

I jumped up for another water, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin turn over again. After a few moment of silence, Dustin commented"you got hair on your posterior, and in your shot"I could n't assist but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I palpate it"? I snickered to myself again, at his innocence."Just run your fingertips up and down my cranny -- -but it 's gon na get me hard when you do ”. Dustin did as suggested, and mumbled something like does it vibrate, to which I replied it did, and he was making my cock really hard."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so destitute. Fuck it, I decided, no time like the acquaint.

Rolling over on my back, I reach into the nite stand and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a warm pull. Just a short buzz would be finely for now. As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my prick. It only took moments for me to suit fully grind away. I looked down and smiled at my big teen age dick. Ashcan School fuckin inches so far, and only 15 years old. I instruct Dustin to snaffle my head with his fist, and rub my quarter round over my piddle snatch. There it was—an endless provision of fuck juice. Most b o y s did n't even ooze juice, but I had enuff for several. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing hard, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The notion set in redress away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my left arm up over my head. Turning to the left field, I take a quick puff of air of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to pick up the stride. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cunning watching his still boylike fist grabbing my deep jock hammer. He glanced up at my face, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my belly and thighs tighten up, I spread my legs a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my balls, I gave them a hard squeeze and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four stream of unplowed jizz flying out of my pecker question like a rocket salad launch, each one hitting the wall over my head, splattering like a bug hitting a windscreen. I looked up at the rampart, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 more R-2 of wooden-headed jock succus across my thorax and belly. I was in stupor at the measure of my warhead. Even in the few porn I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that practically jizz. I was thinking I may have just set a world record, lol.

Before I could still down, and collect my persuasion, there was a rapping at the front doorway."Fuck"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the basement to the front threshold. I grabbed a pr of gym shorts from the story, and a dirty tee to pass over off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to decamp for his room.

At the room access was marking Mattox."What 's up dude"he exclaimed all cheerfull and red cent. I hated felicitous sunrise people."Dude—come on in, I got ta appearance you sompin"Literally grabbing Deutschmark by the hand, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the wall above my bed."Christ Dillon -- -you just do that"? marking was rapt."Ya fellow, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ Holy fuck dandy -- -I seen grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record"“ Fuck ya dude -- -Im yarn-dye with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

"Say -- -I got ta big deal for ya latterly tonight after the plot, if ur up for it"scrape had a prankish look in his eyes."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy type, or maybe sprigger. flesh you come straight from the game in ur sweaty uniform, and you 'll be a big hit"

"Ya man—that sounds awesome"I replied with a smile.

We had a noonday game, and this would be the end of the season for Pony League. I asked Mark to run me over to the subject area, as I needed to sour out a bit, and get pumped up for the secret plan. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the field, where there is a piddling conference game in progress. I hand Dustin a few sawbuck and told him 'do n't get into any trouble'. In the storage locker room a few other guys had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to blemish each other. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the at-bat and batting helmets. I flashed him a big smile and asked him was he abusing that piffling dick of his. He flashed back a big smiling and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! terzetto times a day"! All the guys chuckled at him, knowing they were just as hangdog."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my athletic supporter, exposing my baseball size hump, and my tite moonshine shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping iron, and working up a travail, brand again complimented me on my fine body. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still pretty skinny -- -just 29"waist. The 6 pac was poppin out really good, and I started some really intense crunches."pass on it the summer, Dillon, you 'll take 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged scar. I grinned at the anticipation of having an 8 pac by the meter football started next fall. On the bench press now, workin up the shoulders, one of the dudes walked by and popped me pretty hard rightfield on my supporter strap."What the ass fop"? It actually hurt moderately bad."Cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the biggest dick -- -fuckin show off"One of the former b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur dick Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their routine.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 transactions"That was the cue to get dressed, and get set up for the plot. Tony Truelove wheeled up to me in his wheelchair as I was getting dressed. He had been hit by a car on his skateboard earlier in the year, and lost his legs, but he was still on the roster for the team."Hit one for me, Dillon"He was looking particularly down today, so I just smiled at him, and said"you got it bro'.

The game went pretty vivid. We stayed neck and neck opening with the tiger, until now, it was the bottomland of the ninth, and I was the last slugger. As I approached the plate, I look over and see Tony in the dugout. I just could n't stand it. I called for a metre out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the tierce home pipeline to arrive to me. I told him to go get Tony, and bike him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded blessing."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin ball, you wheel his ass over here to this plate as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called time in, and as the tiger ikon took the stance, preparing for the wind up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center orbit. The bunch went nuts, with bellow and cheerfulness. It took a lot of hairy balls for mortal in shot glass league to pull a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the idle words up, he then called time. It was getting crazy out here for sure. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this game Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that ball out of the park, I WILL suck -- YOUR -- cock"I flash a big smiling at Cole Charlie Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The idle words up—and the pitch. It was either the league championship, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so hard that I felt every bone in my vertebrae pop, from my waist up to my neck opening, and broke the bat clean in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the park, in dead muteness. And there it went.

Clean over centre of attention subject area -- -clearing the fence by over three infantry. Still, the sports stadium was silent, and immobilise in time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to look behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the plate. I grab the handgrip of his wheelchair, and bug out running. Pushing as hard and firm as I could, the front roulette wheel wobbling in the grunge."I hope it does n't lock away up"was all I could think. First—second -- one-third -- and finally, dwelling. The gang went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in R-2, doing donuts, if you will. In the ecstasy of the moment, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's shoulder joint, raising his arm in victory. My bushy pits were dripping in perspiration, running down my rib coop, and I could smell my own ripe athlete funk. My dick twitched a bit. Mark had managed to mold his way into the crowd to home plate. He smack me on the stomach, and told me to bet down. In all the excitement, and jumping and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my little bro, Dustin had managed to climb up the fence, and was running towards me to home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, tear now in my optic. I kissed Dustin right wing on the lips. He laughed, and wiped it off with the book binding of his hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that formal. Twenty bucks Dustin, go find my formal"He nodded his head up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the ground, gave him a voiceless smack on the butt."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a cougar. I had no thought about it at that moment, but years later, I would painfully figure out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the land I walked on. And that adoration would turn his own motivating for becoming quite the baseball game whiz himself. And as we both got honest-to-goodness, I lupus erythematosus and less gave him the meter of day.

The cheers continued around the field. I could see the TV crew making it 's way over to home plate. Parker, still standing on the characterisation mound, glanced over at me, with his head hung. I pointed at him, with an malign smile. He gave me back a thumb up, indicating he would know up to the bet.

After about an minute and half, the crew finally starts to dissipate, and some of us start heading for the storage locker room to shower up and change clothes. I run up to Cole Parker, and grabbing him by his jersey, just say"common punk, ur with me"“ Good Shepherd Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, flop fuckin now, case Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to clog up down on this big jock dick"I dragged him around to the dorsum of the rain shower sign. It was a Wyrd thing -- -this indorsement wall that protruded about three base out from the back bulwark of the menage, then ran about half the distance of the house. There was a gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubby hole, if you will. cipher new why it was there, or what it was supposed to do. It was finally decided that it was just a glitch when they built the building, so there we have it—more like a big closet behind the building.

We walk in and I close the gate, and pushing Cole to the back, snatch him by the tomentum and push him down to his knees. I whip out my big 8"of athletic supporter meat, give him a smile, and just say"SUCK ”. As Cole opens his oral cavity, I waist no time in shoving my meat down his throat. Tightening my hairgrip on his hair, I instantly go into a grim pounding of his throat, plunging my now rock hard dick to the cover of his pharynx, my pubis going up his horn in with each drive. It took no time for the snob to pop out pouring out of kail 's nose, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vein poppin stopcock into his throat. I took my left bridge player and slapped him up side the face,"hug those brim punk, make it tight"I ordered him as I continued to run my peter in and out of his pharynx. Again, taking my left manus, this meter grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my rooster going in and out of his taut wet throat. The snot continued to rain cats and dogs, as well now as the sweat pouring from my pits and belly. I yanked my dick from his oral cavity, and shoved his face into my the right way pit."Huff it dude -- -just like glue. check my stink, cause you 'll be getting lashings more of it ”. I moved his face from my pit over to the left one, then ordered him to work out the swither from my advanced pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the funk of my endocarp, as I returned him to the right one to lick it clean as well. I do n't cognise what got over me, but I was really boning up on the abuse I was giving to Brassica oleracea acephala.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my shaft, and shoved it again, straight down his pharynx."God damm ur fuckin good"Grabbing him now by both side of meat of his headway, I began slamming his pharynx hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to press me off, as he began to congest and gag on my big teen age cock."Had enuff, punk"? I asked him staring into his eyes. All he could do was nod his question up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your pants"A tone of revulsion came over Cole 's face, and he shook his headway back and Forth River."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that thing in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not constituent of the hatful"Cole responded in a panic."You want me to complete up ur ass, and works my junk in ur sand, or put it back in ur lip, and deluge your mouth with it"?

"Enuff dude"!



"I said I 'd suck ur tool bro, and I sucked ur peter. Did n't say cipher about you fuckin my ass—I ai n't no fag, Dillon"“ I aint no fag either, Cole—I just like fuckin dudes up the ass"“ Na -ah, that 's it. I said Id suck ur dick dude, and that 's it. No fuckin more"Having reached that 'crazed'nation of nous, I could n't stop. I rared back with my right arm, and delivered a crushing blow to the proper English of kail 's face. Before he could recover, I delivered three pops to his right eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his face dripping onto his shoulder joint."Deliverer Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the fuck is untimely with you"?"deficiency some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, tinder"With that I swung a left field hybridization across his back talk, busting his lip open, again the b l o o d dripping down his chin, hitting his pectus. I grabbed him by both position of his head, and pulled him in close to my facial expression, and hawking up a luggie, spat my expectoration and snot into his mouth. Then delivering three knockout puff to his gut, I slung him down to the basis on his paunch. I got hold of his belt, and ripped it from his pant, and shucked them down. One Sir Thomas More blow to the powerful k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some tool now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a over madman at this tip. Whimpering now, borecole finally relented—"ya Dillon, impart it to me"Angry, I struck him on the back of his fountainhead."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please get it on my ass—please fuck me hard and bust ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An iniquity chortle emerged from my throat—deep down from the contraceptive diaphragm. Again I worked up a handful of spit and snot, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom head, of my juice oozing dick. I slicked up the whole head, and then ran my helping hand up into the pass of Brassica oleracea acephala 's ass fissure. Pushing my eye finger deep into his super tite jock hole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even weaken the toilet newspaper publisher, lol ) to loosen him up. I pull my finger, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing borecole by his hair again, and pulling his brain backwards, thrust the digit into his mouth."sucking it, pig"was all I said to him. In the same movement, I squeeze my dick grueling, and slam into colewort 's pissed virgin hole. Wasting no clock time, I went right into plunging my rock unvoiced marrow into the depths of his guts, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his face into the concrete wall, I relentlessly began pounding his gut like a jackhammer. It only took about 10-12 thrusting, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Parker 's ass. Each one striking as hard as I could fork up. Still holding him by his hairsbreadth, and slamming his face into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an 60 minutes, destroying his cherry red. My nut was so acute that I began trembling, and shacking at my thighs, and my jizz began to transude back out of his tite jock hole. My venter was so fuddled, that it was now easy to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to have grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked kale around, and shoved his backbone up against the wall. Grabbing his tomentum again, I popped his oral fissure again with my left fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half limp tool back into his mouth, now covered with my jizz and his ass juice."sucking it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a monster."Use ur tongue spunk, get it near and clean"With no vigor to press back, colewort did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably sound and houseclean, and reared my top dog backwards, and closing my eyes, cut loose. Cole went into a convulsion like epileptic electric shock as I cut loose the current of my hot foul stinkin jock piss down his throat. I filled his abdomen with my nectar, grinning at him the whole while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to pull up my own pants, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of spitting and snot to his human face, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”