New Jock Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony conference

I guess I was just a born jock—I considered myself favorable. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not real number big, head you, only about 5'10 ”, maybe 125 lbs on a wet day : ). I already had hairsbreadth on my legs, and up in the crack of my ass, and a fairly nice 'bush'in my pitfall, and hanging 7 1/2"of cock. To to the highest degree of the other guys on the baseball game team, I guess I was intimidating.

girlfriend came at me like weirdo, and I was smart enough to detect a few glimpse from the guy wire as well, 'specially in the storage locker room. twat was well-fixed -- -I got my first objet d'art last year.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a play nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood Youth. It was organized in 1951 at Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that time flow, It served as a passage conference from boor, or pewee, to the up-coming highschool school.

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

We had a passably hot n sweaty practice this one good afternoon. Even though a spring sport—it got hot in Lone-Star State pretty fast. My horseshoe had gotten kinda smashed as my substructure were growing like I was feeding them plant food -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big feet, and peter : ) I shucked them, and my socks off, and tying the lace together, slung them over my shoulder -- -a jock thing : ) Walking across the mild grass of the playing field to the field house, barefooted, and into the locker elbow room, I wasted no sentence stripping down and heading for the showers. A lot of bios that age were still timid about being in front 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 testify off : )

So I hit the shower promontory, and reverse the body of water to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the feel as it hit my back, and I held my arms up behind my head, exposing my stinkn fossa. Some said I was always showin off, movement I did n't face the shower head. I just told them, naa—I just aint shy.

So it came to be on this day, that the team ass-hole, greyback Bradly, decided he had to make a comment about my big peter. I do n't really retrieve what he said, but I responded with something like he was weird for making fun of the dude with the biggest dick on the squad. He shot me back with something like, I was a monstrosity, and I just laughed at him and said something like"Ya, that 's what ur sister said last night too ”. He came at me across the cascade floor, but just before he got within arms reach, I pulled back and moth-eaten cocked him upside his pass. He jumped from the floor, but again I got 3 nimble soda to his sassing, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his bureau and stomach, and washed down the drain.

The all room got really quite, and Johnny just laid there for a minute, collecting his sentiment, I guess. I took a glance across the way at the other guys, and grinning, 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 head is just level with my tool."So Bradly -- -you like my dick, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, half way to my articulatio genus, all bushy and shit ?"“ Bet you wish you could reach it, huh ?"“ Fuck off, Dillon"“ screw off you say, ? Ya, I might eff off—fuck off in ur back talk, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few smiling and elbow biff gave me the succus 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 better -- -your baby, or you"I guess still nobody knew—it was in fact Bradly 's sister that I busted my cerise over a match of years ago. This, of course, got me just the response I wanted. As the former bois started laughing, Johnny jumped from the floor and reared back to take on a swing. But, I blocked his awkward swing, and once again, delivered 3 backbreaking pops to his mouth, right at the Same post. 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 hair, and at this pointedness Im about half hard, and running my left hand into his mouth, I say to him in a thick growling vox, 'suck me'. The locution on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na make this dude suck my dick—right here in the showers, in battlefront of half the team ? You damm skippy I was -- -no veneration."I said suck me punk, or I 'll go for your teeth next ”.

To my surprisal, Johnny Kelso ( whom later would become my full friend in football game ) ran up behind Bradly, and grabbing him by the whisker from behind,

f o r c e s him forward, and himself demands"suction it, fag"Bradly hesitates, then Kelso hits him in the back of the straits. I heard a couple of the buster mutter"fuck this shit -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his rima oris, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ inches in, and agitate it all the way down his throat, burying my jock turncock to the pubes."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 erotica star. In and out, in rapid way, I dicked him down like a piece of meat. It took only a few moments for me to blow my junk down his throat, and he choked up my jizz from his venter. 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 punk -- -you got ta take care of my assistant now ”. As Bradly opened his mouth in disbelief, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh hell ya"I glance over to the lockers, and see the few that were dressing Begin to leave. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the same treatment. Im the captain, and you will do what the fuck I tell you"They just sat on the benches, some of them watching. guess they decided not to test me.

"sucking him punk -- -suck that big jock cock. suck him beneficial 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 point of view, it did. Do n't be intimate if he had sucked a pecker before, but the b o y was damm unspoiled. Kelso, in like fashion as my ego, skull fucked his throat like a crazed mad man. It only took moments for him to vaunt his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both sides of his read/write head, Kelso slammed his mouth about 5 times, pubis to teeth, blowing hot supporter jizz down his throat. Pretty telling, I thought to myself. It would be a couple of years yet, but eventually I would hail to eff the perceptiveness of that fatheaded supporter jizz, and it was really just : )

Finally I yank Bradly back straight up. Grabbing him by the pharynx, I say to him in a loud part"Had enuff Bradly -- -that enough cock for one day"? He shook his mind up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the cabinet region, where he fell into the lowly mathematical group sitting on the work bench. After a quick rinse, Kelso and me exited the exhibitioner elbow room, and joined the respite to get dressed.

"This is real simpleton -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can expect waaaaay worse punishment. What happens here, stays here"A few month later, most of those guy present that day, would become the creation fellow member of, 'The diamond Dawgs'.

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