New Jock Tales—Freshman Year -- Chptr 12 -- glad 4th of July

summertime had been great -- -and so was life. I had coined my own little phrase --

"one lucky white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock feet now at a 12, poppin 8 severe second power of abs, 9"of vein poppin cock, and that backbreaking round of golf hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in forepart of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pits. I tried to keep on myself in tab, and not brag, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shite than nigh senior.

But not just the awing bod, but aliveness in general. Living the illusion of taking our Freshman squad to a state backing was still improbable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a Nice star sign in a chair neck of the woods. I had a lil bro, that was enceinte at jackin my dick for me—he loved to determine me nut : ) Mom had a effective job. And I was knocking down Johnny Cash beyond all fantasy merchandising my big jock dick to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old degenerate and centre age cougars were the effective -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. typical fee—about $ 1.50 a pound, lol.

I tried to consider that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the bounteous fascination was the amount of detritus I blew every meter I popped a load. I had played around with enough guys by now to clear it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 times more than normal—and distance as well. Hell I could dissipate about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick-skulled athletic supporter jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough juice by now to have populated a small townsfolk. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off underdrawers and head upstairs for some coffee bean. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday dayspring cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ Well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't give my lil bro lots attention these days—between the mowing jobs ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summertime fisticuffs, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't stimulate much dislodge fourth dimension. And football pattern would start up in just 3 calendar week -- -jeez. I was going to consume to bulge working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the habitus I had, shit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after strength preparation. Varsity would be a lot operose than Freshman football. The guys would be way bigger. And the enduringness training would gain the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guys, for no rationality at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na anguish you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a couple of sips of my deep brown there was a knock at the doorway. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front end door and opening it, I liked to have lost my hoot. There stood fall guy Mattox, and Maurice Casey Jones."What the fuck do you screw want ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day utmost yr I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the house from having r a p e d my ass the Nox before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the dirt bicycle. Im thinking I want some brake drum, too : )

"We just wan na talk of the town, St. Matthew the Apostle ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ Football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."Come on Matthew—we just wan na lecture."I ai n't got ta lot of prison term, so come on ”.

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee. Did n't even declare oneself them any. Then down to the basement, they took a rump each in the beanbags, and I in the lounger. I assumed an arrogant stance, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my junk knack disembarrass, and seeable from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the first team 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 john, I shed the gym short circuit, and cut loose a hard herculean weewee. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cupful of coffee bean on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the Same position, spreading my hairy wooden leg, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square in the middle, I simply mumbled,"suck my pecker ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred look, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the command."You want that jersey ? sucking my cock ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."CRAWL you mordant son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a consequence, and glancing over at Mark Mattox, Maruice drops to his helping hand and stifle and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulders now buried rightfield between my hairy muscled thighs, sucks in my half surd peter in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my weapons system up behind my straits, locking them together, and study a more stretched out falling off in the hot seat. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scene. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice oral cavity, relishing the feeling of his thickset black lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling tool."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty voice. As Maurice tightens the grip of his lips, and moving from my piss slit to my pubes with each motion, I step up the pace of fucking his mouth, now hitting the cover of his throat with each knife thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each time he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nose, which just brought an evilness 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 time of day now since I got up. I take a agile huff of my right pit, burying my bushy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick throb at my blue funk, I bring my arms down, and lock my hands around the backrest of Maurice caput. Giving him a brutal thrusting down his throat, and raising my hips up off the electric chair, I unload. Shot after guesswork of my heavyset jock goo go flying down Maurice throat, straight to his belly. I increase the

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

As the room grows mum, I cross my peg at the articulatio talocruralis, and just sit there playing with my ballock.

I social club Maurice to reverse around, back on all quaternary, and to bury his aspect in the base. Looking over at Mattox, with the same stern face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glare, and I return the same. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of attitude if nothing else. I figure him to be pretty direct, but like me, he did have a thing for some tite greasy man mess. If for no former reasonableness, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and pour forth his jean. Still wearing his tee shirt, and socks, I thought it was a sexy facial expression. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his articulatio genus behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."screwing no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his head back and Forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty undecomposed lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the eye of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a fleeting admiration of his passably impressive hawkshaw. home run was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the human body I would later call 'zero waist line'. As he strokes up to get his massive fuck stick hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. suction that hole. Munch that black ass out, and get him overemotional ”. Mattox resisted, saying it was n't his affair. 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 moments of hesitation, Mattox finally lowers his cheek down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his mouth into it 's glum black crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream cone ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such chagrin himself. Being pretty straight, I did n't see him as the type 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 stay fresh my lil monster down : )

I ordered Mark to get 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 chairman, and walked over to a corner of the elbow room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a posture with the bat drawn back behind my auricle, Mattox gets a looking at of fear in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waistline, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite oleaginous hole. As his thorax turns red, and sweat head start pouring from his pits, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a little puppy. Close enough, I decide.

As the instant arrives, Mark takes a final v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his dentition, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely affright the shag out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as Mark begins to settle, 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 toss it to the side. gull lets out a b l o o d curling shriek, 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 rib, tell him to seethe over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the aspect, decree him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him clean"I draw my fist back, but with the affright in Maurice boldness, he does as I told him, and slurps up crisscross 's still half hard dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his hawkshaw.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the mighty leg, and tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the lacing on my PF Flyers, 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 care everybody else. And if you make it, you will suck my dick -- -every week, for as long as you play. pack 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 toon. I grin at him. Was n't showing him a great deal attention these Clarence Day, but I did make out the little fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my expert Zen smirk, I softly let out,"happy natal day, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A gleam comes across his grimace, 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 deep brown cake ”. Justin gleaming like it was Yuletide. As Mark and Maurice approach the front line room access, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just limelight at me, prolly thinking, 'what an asshole'.