New Jock narration -- -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 stairs to Dustin 's elbow room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his elbow room, with his arms over his head—screaming like a banshie. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Good Shepherd Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Matthew"“ Oh fuck dude, you mean the tempest"? BAMM rumbling grumble"Ahhhh yes, Matthew the storm -- -Im scared"Oh nookie, I mumble to myself. It was a passably drastic violent storm -- -even for East Texas. I grabbed my lil bro by the waistline, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his ramification around my waist, and his arms around my neck. His trembles turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my hand up to his principal, and tossling his hair, I tried to tell him that it was just smack. I headed for the can to take a pee, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a farsighted strong stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a pocket-size glass of Milk River. Placing it in the microwave to warm up it up, and adding a couple of dab of nutmeg, I helping 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 thunder, and thread"Dustin took a slug of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to imbibe up, and placing the chalk on the kitchen table, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a full body slam on the bed. He let out a shrieking, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my venter, and grabbed my pillow above my head with both blazon. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the low-down part of my back, and snuggled his head just under my pit."You stink, St. Matthew the Apostle"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to sleep"

When I awoke again later that morning, our stead had reversed. Dustin now had his spinal column 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 fresh provision of morn weewee. I was right in the minuscule crack 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 number over again. After a few mo of silence, Dustin commented"you got hair on your butt, and in your offer"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 innocence."Just run your fingertips up and down my go -- -but it 's gon na get me punishing 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 present.

Rolling over on my back, I reach into the nite stand and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and convey a nimble pull. Just a little buzz would be fine for now. As usual, as my brainiac came awake, so did my dick. It only took consequence for me to become fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big teen age dick. eighter fuckin in so far, and only 15 long time old. I instruct Dustin to seize my headway with his clenched fist, and rub my thumb over my piss slit. There it was—an endless supply of fuck juice. near b o y s did n't even transude succus, 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 feeling set in right away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my left field arm up over my read/write head. Turning to the left wing, I take a promptly whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to pick up the pace. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still boylike fist grabbing my thick suspensor pecker. 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 thigh tighten up, I spread my legs a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my testis, I gave them a punishing squeeze and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four stream of unplowed jizz flying out of my cock foreland like a rocket launch, each one hitting the paries over my head, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the wall, Dustin still jackin my peter, and shot 5 more roach of boneheaded jock succus across my chest and belly. I was in daze at the amount of my load. Even in the few porns I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may give just set a globe record, lol.

Before I could calm down, and take in my thoughts, there was a rapping at the front door."fuck"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the cellar to the movement doorway. I grabbed a pr of gym shorts from the floor, and a dirty tee to wipe off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to bolt for his room.

At the door was Gospel According to Mark Mattox."What 's up fashion plate"he exclaimed all cheerfull and Irish bull. I hated glad morning citizenry."Dude—come on in, I got ta display you sompin"Literally grabbing Mark by the handwriting, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the rampart above my bed."Christ Dillon -- -you just do that"? Mark was rhapsodic."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my headspring. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ Holy fuck dude -- -I seen grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a track record"“ roll in the hay ya dude -- -Im impressed with myself"I kinda chuckled at my achievement.

"Say -- -I got ta big deal for ya lately tonight after the game, if ur up for it"Deutsche Mark had a mischievous look in his oculus."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy types, 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 awful"I replied with a smile.

We had a noonday biz, and this would be the end of the season for jigger League. I asked Mark to run me over to the field of force, as I needed to work out a bit, and get pumped up for the game. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the field, where there is a piddling league game in progress. I deal Dustin a few bucks and told him 'do n't get into any trouble'. In the locker room a few other guys had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to recognize each other. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the squash racquet 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 ! trey times a day"! All the guys 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 of it bulge, and my tite Moon shaped hirsute ass. As we began pumping iron, and working up a sweat, Mark again complimented me on my fine consistence. 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 vivid crunches."render it the summer, Dillon, you 'll have 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged Mark. I grinned at the anticipation of having an 8 pac by the metre football started future fall. On the judiciary press now, workin up the shoulders, one of the fop walked by and popped me pretty hard right on my jock strap."What the fuck dude"? It actually hurt pretty bad."Cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the braggy putz -- -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 bit.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 proceedings"That was the cue to get dressed, and get set up for the game. 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 roll for the squad."Hit one for me, Dillon"He was looking particularly down today, so I just smiled at him, and said"you got it bro'.

The secret plan went pretty intense. We stayed neck opening and neck with the Tigers, until now, it was the bottom of the ninth, and I was the last batter. As I approached the dental plate, I look over and see Tony in the dugout. 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 thirdly Base line to come to me. I told him to go get Tony, and bicycle him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded approval."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin chunk, you wheel his ass over here to this collection plate as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called fourth dimension in, and as the World Tamil Association delineation took the stance, preparing for the tip up, I raised my bat, and pointed to revolve about field. The crowd went nuts, with roars and sunniness. It took a lot of hairy balls for individual in crib conference to pull a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the air current up, he then called time. It was getting half-baked 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 clod out of the Park, I WILL suck -- YOUR -- DICK"I flash a big smile at Cole Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The twist up—and the delivery. It was either the league patronage, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so hard that I felt every ivory in my vertebrae pop, from my waist up to my neck, and broke the bat clean and jerk in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the park, in dead secretiveness. And there it went.

clean and jerk over center discipline -- -clearing the fencing by over three metrical unit. Still, the stadium was silent, and frozen in time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to reckon behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony sweetheart to the home. I grab the handles of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as hard and degenerate as I could, the front wheels wobbling in the dirt."I hope it does n't operate up"was all I could think. First—second -- third -- and finally, HOME. The gang went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in lap, doing donuts, if you will. In the ecstasy of the moment, I ripped my Garden State off, Tarzan mode, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's articulatio humeri, raising his arm in victory. My bushy nether region were dripping in sweat, running down my rib cage, and I could smack my own ripe supporter funk. My prick twitched a bit. Mark had managed to crop his way into the crowd to home plate. He smack me on the abdomen, 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 fiddling bro, Dustin had managed to mount the fence, and was running towards me to home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, bust now in my eyes. I kissed Dustin right on the lips. He laughed, and wiped it off with the vertebral column of his bridge player. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that ball. Twenty bucks Dustin, go detect my ball"He nodded his headland up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the dry land, gave him a hard smack on the stub."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a cougar. I had no thoughts about it at that import, but geezerhood later, I would painfully figure out that from that mo, my lil bro worshiped the ground I walked on. And that idolization would become his own motivation for becoming quite the baseball star himself. And as we both got senior, I less and less gave him the time of day.

The cheers continued around the field. I could see the TV crowd making it 's way over to home denture. Parker, still standing on the pictures hill, glanced over at me, with his point hung. I pointed at him, with an evil grin. He gave me back a thumbs up, indicating he would populate up to the bet.

After about an hour and half, the crowd finally starts to dissipate, and some of us start heading for the locker elbow room to shower up and change dress. I run up to Cole Parker, and grabbing him by his jersey, just say"common punk, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, rightfulness fuckin now, suit Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to croak down on this big jock dick"I dragged him around to the back of the exhibitor house. It was a unearthly thing -- -this instant wall that protruded about three pes out from the binding rampart of the house, then ran about half the length of the house. There was a gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubby hole, if you will. Nobody 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 cover, grab him by the haircloth and push button him down to his knees. I whip out my big 8"of athlete core, give him a grin, and just say"SUCK ”. As Brassica oleracea acephala opens his sassing, I waist no time in shoving my meat down his throat. Tightening my grip on his hair, I instantly go into a unrelenting buffeting of his throat, plunging my now rock knockout cock to the dorsum of his throat, my pubes going up his nuzzle with each thrust. It took no prison term for the snot to get down pouring out of cole 's nose, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vena poppin stopcock into his pharynx. I took my left hand and slapped him up side the face,"power play those brim punk, make it tight"I ordered him as I continued to run my rooster in and out of his pharynx. Again, taking my left hand, this metre grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my cock going in and out of his tight wet throat. The snot continued to rain cats and dogs, as well now as the perspiration pouring from my pits and belly. I yanked my hawkshaw from his mouth, and shoved his face into my right field pit."Huff it dude -- -just like glue. Learn my stink, causal agency you 'll be getting sight Thomas More of it ”. I moved his case from my pit over to the left one, then ordered him to lick the sweat from my ripe pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the funk of my pits, as I returned him to the good one to work out it clean as well. I do n't know what got over me, but I was really boning up on the insult I was giving to kail.

Grabbing his haircloth again, I returned him to my pecker, 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 throat hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to crusade me off, as he began to snuff it and gag on my big teen age dick."Had enuff, hoodlum"? I asked him staring into his middle. All he could do was nod his headland up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your trouser"A look of horror came over Cole 's brass, and he shook his head back and forth."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that thing in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not percentage of the deal"colewort responded in a panic."You want me to eat up up ur ass, and flora my junk in ur guts, or put it back in ur mouth, and flood your mouth with it"?

"Enuff dude"!



"I said I 'd suck ur dick bro, and I sucked ur dick. Did n't say zero 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'body politic of mind, I could n't stop. I rared back with my in good order arm, and delivered a crushing blow to the right hand side of colewort 's expression. Before he could recuperate, I delivered three pops to his right field eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his face dripping onto his articulatio humeri."Jesus Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the fuck is legal injury with you"?"Want some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, punk"With that I swung a left hand cross across his mouth, busting his lip open, again the b l o o d dripping down his chin, hitting his chest. I grabbed him by both sides of his header, and pulled him in stopping point to my aspect, and hawking up a luggie, pitter-patter my spit and snot into his sassing. Then delivering three hard blows to his gut, I slung him down to the reason on his abdomen. I got cargo area of his belt, and ripped it from his trouser, and shucked them down. One more blow to the right k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some cock now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a complete madman at this point. Whimpering now, Cole finally relented—"ya Dillon, give 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 have sex me laborious and raid ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An immorality chortle emerged from my throat—deep down from the pessary. Again I worked up a handful of spitting and snoot, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom head, of my juice oozing dick. I slicked up the completely brain, and then ran my bridge player up into the crack of Cole 's ass crack. Pushing my middle finger deep into his super tite jock hole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even broken the can paper, lol ) to loosen him up. I pull my digit, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing Cole by his hair again, and pulling his headland backwards, shove the finger into his mouth."Suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the Lapplander movement, I squeeze my dick hard, and bang into Cole 's sloshed virgin pickle. Wasting no metre, I went right into plunging my sway hard meat into the deepness of his moxie, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his fount into the concrete wall, I relentlessly began pounding his grit like a pneumatic hammer. It only took about 10-12 drive, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as hard as I could rescue. Still holding him by his hair, and slamming his nerve into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an hour, destroying his cherry. My nut was so intense that I began trembling, and shacking at my second joint, and my jizz began to ooze back out of his tite jock jam. My belly was so tight, that it was now easily to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to give birth grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked Brassica oleracea acephala around, and shoved his back up against the paries. Grabbing his hair's-breadth again, I popped his mouth again with my left fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half hobble dick back into his back talk, now covered with my jizz and his ass succus."Suck it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a demon."Use ur tongue spunk, get it good and clean"With no zip to fight down back, borecole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably good and clean, and reared my head backwards, and conclusion my eyes, cut unleash. Cole went into a turmoil like epileptic blow as I cut loose the flow of my hot foul stinkin jock piss down his pharynx. I filled his belly with my ambrosia, grinning at him the whole while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to overstretch up my own pants, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of spit and snot to his face, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Dorothy Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”