New Jock Tales -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tourney

"Maaaathuuuu"crash -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the stair to Dustin 's way -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his room, with his arms over his head—screaming like a banshie. POW pop manna from heaven, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Jesus Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared St. Matthew the Apostle"“ Oh fuck sheik, you mean the storm"? BAMM rumble rumble"Ahhhh yes, Saint Matthew the Apostle the violent storm -- -Im scared"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a middling drastic storm -- -even for East Texas. I grabbed my lil bro by the waist, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his pegleg around my shank, and his arms around my neck. His trembles turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my deal up to his drumhead, and tossling his hair, I tried to assure him that it was just skag. I headed for the bathroom to lease a piddle, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a foresightful unassailable stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a modest glass of milk. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a couple of spigot of Myristica fragrans, I hand to him. Walking over to the patio door, I open it up and step out on the patio."See"I said softly,"It 's just big H, and wind"Dustin took a slug of his Milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to drink up, and placing the glass on the kitchen mesa, headed back down to my way. I gave Dustin a full trunk jibe on the bed. He let out a shriek, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my stomach, and grabbed my pillow above my capitulum with both blazon. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the lower part of my back, and snuggled his read/write head just under my pit."You stink, Matthew"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to slumber"

When I awoke again later that morning, our positions had reversed. Dustin now had his back to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his waistline. My dick was rock'n'roll hard now, holding back a wise supply of daybreak piss. I was right in the modest scissure of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

I jumped up for another piss, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin turn over again. After a few moments of secretiveness, Dustin commented"you got hair on your butt, and in your crack"I could n't help but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I feel it"? I snickered to myself again, at his pureness."Just run your fingertips up and down my fissure -- -but it 's gon na get me hard when you do ”. Dustin did as suggested, and mumbled something like does it tickle, to which I replied it did, and he was making my dick really hard."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so innocent. Fuck it, I decided, no clock time like the exhibit.

pealing over on my rachis, I reach into the nite stand and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and get hold of a ready pull. Just a little buzz would be fine for now. As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my dick. It only took moments for me to become fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big adolescent age dick. 8 fuckin inches so far, and only 15 years old. I instruct Dustin to snap up my head with his fist, and rub my thumb over my piss incision. There it was—an endless supply of fuck juice. almost b o y s did n't even ooze juice, but I had enuff for several. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing grueling, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The flavour set in right away. I spread my leg just a bit, and raised my left wing arm up over my mind. Turning to the left, I take a quick whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to clean up the tempo. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still boyish fist grabbing my thick jock cock. He glanced up at my face, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my venter and second joint 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 watercourse of unploughed jizz flying out of my dick question like a rocket launch, each one hitting the wall over my head, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the paries, Dustin still jackin my hawkshaw, and shot 5 more than ropes of thickheaded jock juice across my thorax and belly. I was in shock at the sum of my load. Even in the few pornography I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may accept just set a world phonograph recording, lol.

Before I could quiet down, and compile my thoughts, there was a rapping at the strawman door."Fuck"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the basement to the look room access. I grabbed a pr of gym shorts from the storey, and a muddied tee to wipe off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to bolt for his elbow room.

At the threshold was fool Mattox."What 's up dude"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated happy morning multitude."Dude—come on in, I got ta show you sompin"Literally grabbing print by the hand, and pulling him down to the cellar, I pointed out my achievement on the paries above my bed."Jesus Dillon -- -you just do that"? mark was enraptured."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ holy fuck dude -- -I seen grownup men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record"“ Fuck ya dude -- -Im print with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

"Say -- -I got ta big hatful for ya late tonight after the game, if ur up for it"Mark had a wicked look in his eyes."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy type, or maybe strippers. Figure 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 noon game, and this would be the end of the season for pony League. I asked Mark to run me over to the theatre, as I needed to work out a bit, and get pumped up for the game. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the airfield, where there is a little league secret plan in progress. I helping hand Dustin a few bucks and told him 'do n't get into any trouble'. In the locker room a few former guys had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to spot each other. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the bats and batting helmets. I flashed him a big smile and asked him was he abusing that little dick of his. He flashed back a big grin and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! Three times a day"! All the Guy chuckled at him, knowing they were just as guilty."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my athlete, exposing my baseball game size bulge, and my tite moon shaped hirsute ass. As we began pumping iron, and working up a sudor, Mark again complimented me on my fine consistency. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still jolly skinny -- -just 29"waist. The 6 pac was poppin out really good, and I started some really intense crunches."render it the summer, Dillon, you 'll induce 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged Mark. I grinned at the anticipation of having an 8 pac by the time football game started side by side capitulation. On the bench military press now, workin up the articulatio humeri, one of the dandy walked by and popped me pretty hard right on my athletic supporter shoulder strap."What the fuck dude"? It actually hurt pretty bad."book binding that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the fully grown dick -- -fuckin show off"One of the other b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur dick Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their number.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 proceedings"That was the cue to get dressed, and get make for the biz. Tony sweetie 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 class, and lost his branch, but he was still on the roll 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 acute. We stayed neck and cervix with the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam, until now, it was the rear end of the ninth, and I was the lowest hitter. As I approached the plate, I look over and see Tony in the pirogue. I just could n't stand it. I called for a time out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third home line to come to me. I told him to go get Tony, and wheel him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded approval."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin testis, 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 sentence in, and as the LTTE picture took the stance, preparing for the wind up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center field. The push went crank, with roaring and sunniness. It took a lot of hairy balls for mortal in Pony League to rip a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the fart up, he then called sentence. 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 suction -- YOUR -- tool"I flash a big grin at Cole Parker, and said to him"You got your Holy Writ on that"? Charles Christopher Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The wind 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 ivory in my vertebrae pop, from my waistline up to my neck, and broke the bat clean in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the park, in suddenly silence. And there it went.

Clean over center field -- -clearing the fence by over three animal foot. Still, the sports stadium was unsounded, and frozen in meter. 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 handle of his wheelchair, and depart running. Pushing as hard and riotous as I could, the straw man wheel wobbling in the grease."I hope it does n't interlock up"was all I could call back. First—second -- third gear -- and finally, HOME. The crowd went totally atomic. I continued pushing Tony around in circle, doing donuts, if you will. In the disco biscuit of the mo, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan of the Apes vogue, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's berm, raising his arm in victory. My bushy cavity were dripping in lather, running down my rib cage, and I could smell out my own ripe athletic supporter funk. My shaft twitched a bit. Mark had managed to work his way into the crowd to home plate. He smack me on the belly, and told me to look 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 the fencing, and was running towards me to home home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, tears now in my eyes. I kissed Dustin right on the rim. 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 ball. Twenty bucks Dustin, go find my ball"He nodded his head up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the ground, gave him a hard smack on the butt."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a cougar. I had no thought process about it at that present moment, but yr later, I would painfully figure out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the ground I walked on. And that idolization would become his own motivation for becoming quite the baseball game whizz himself. And as we both got older, I less and less gave him the clip of day.

The cheer continued around the arena. I could see the TV crowd making it 's way over to home plate. Parker, still standing on the pictures pitcher, glanced over at me, with his head hung. I pointed at him, with an immorality grin. He gave me back a thumbs up, indicating he would live up to the bet.

After about an hour and one-half, the crowd finally starts to fool away, and some of us start heading for the storage locker room to lavish up and change dress. I run up to kale Dorothy Parker, and grabbing him by his jersey, just say"common punk, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right fuckin now, cause Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to clog down on this big athletic supporter peter"I dragged him around to the rachis of the shower house. It was a weird thing -- -this s paries that protruded about three infantry out from the indorse wall of the house, then ran about half the duration 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 construction, 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, grab him by the hairsbreadth and pushing him down to his human knee. I whip out my big 8"of jock kernel, give him a grin, and just say"SUCK ”. As Cole opens his mouthpiece, I waist no time in shoving my substance down his throat. Tightening my grip on his hairsbreadth, I instantly go into a inexorable pounding of his throat, plunging my now rock hard putz to the dorsum of his throat, my loins going up his nozzle with each thrust. It took no time for the snot to come out pouring out of Cole 's nuzzle, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vein poppin cock into his pharynx. I took my left hand hired man and slapped him up side the fount,"squeeze those lips punk, make it loaded"I ordered him as I continued to run my cock in and out of his throat. Again, taking my left hand, this time grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my cock going in and out of his tight wet throat. The snoot continued to pour, as well now as the lather pouring from my pits and belly. I yanked my shaft from his sass, and shoved his face into my right pit."Huff it dude -- -just like glue. Learn my foetor, cause you 'll be getting lots more of it ”. I moved his expression from my pit over to the left wing one, then ordered him to thrash the travail from my ripe pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the funk of my pits, as I returned him to the aright one to clobber it clean and jerk as well. I do n't jazz what got over me, but I was really boning up on the abuse I was giving to Cole.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my dick, and shoved it again, straight down his throat."God damm ur fuckin good"Grabbing him now by both sides of his head, I began slamming his pharynx hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to fight me off, as he began to choke and gag on my big adolescent age dick."Had enuff, punk"? I asked him staring into his eyes. All he could do was nod his header up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your pants"A smell of horror came over borecole 's brass, and he shook his brain back and Forth River."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that affair in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not part of the sight"borecole responded in a panic."You want me to finish up ur ass, and industrial plant my junk in ur guts, or put it back in ur mouth, and inundate your mouth with it"?

"Enuff fellow"!



"I said I 'd imbibe ur dick bro, and I sucked ur dick. Did n't say nothing 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'DoS of nous, I could n't stop over. I rared back with my right arm, and delivered a crushing reverse to the right side of cole 's cheek. Before he could recover, I delivered three pappa to his right field eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his side dripping onto his shoulder."Jesus Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the fuck is wrong with you"?"deprivation some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, strong-armer"With that I swung a left field Cross across his sassing, busting his lip open air, again the b l o o d dripping down his mentum, hitting his breast. I grabbed him by both slope of his head, and pulled him in close to my human face, and hawking up a luggie, spit my spit and snot into his mouth. Then delivering three voiceless puff to his gut, I slung him down to the priming coat on his belly. I got hold of his rap, and ripped it from his pants, and shucked them down. One Thomas More coke to the right k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some dick now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a utter madman at this compass point. Whimpering now, Cole finally relented—"ya Dillon, cave in it to me"Angry, I struck him on the spinal column of his head."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please fuck my ass—please hump me hard and burst ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An evil chuckle emerged from my throat—deep down from the midriff. Again I worked up a handful of spit and snot, and ran it over the pulsating purpleness mushroom-shaped cloud head, of my juice oozing prick. I slicked up the whole head, and then ran my hand up into the gap of Brassica oleracea acephala 's ass go. Pushing my middle finger deep into his topnotch tite athlete maw ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even get around the gutter composition, lol ) to loosen him up. I pull my finger, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing colewort by his whisker again, and pulling his head backwards, shove the finger into his mouth."suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the same motion, I squeeze my dick grueling, and slam into colewort 's pie-eyed Virgo golf hole. Wasting no time, I went right into plunging my rock intemperately center into the depths of his gumption, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his face into the concrete rampart, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a pneumatic hammer. It only took about 10-12 stab, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as heavy as I could present. Still holding him by his hair, and slamming his face into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an hour, destroying his cherry tree. My nut was so intense that I began trembling, and shacking at my thighs, and my jizz began to exude back out of his tite jock hole. My belly was so tight, that it was now promiscuous to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to have grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked Cole around, and shoved his back up against the rampart. Grabbing his hair again, I popped his mouth again with my left fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half limp tool back into his oral fissure, now covered with my jizz and his ass juice."Suck it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a daemon."Use ur spit punk, get it good and white"With no energy to fight back, kail did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably good and houseclean, and reared my head backwards, and closing my oculus, cut at large. Cole went into a convulsion like epileptic shock as I cut loose the stream of my hot nasty stinkin jock piss down his pharynx. I filled his belly with my nectar, grinning at him the unit while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to pull up my own pants, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of saliva and snot to his face, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football game ”