New jock Tales—Freshman yr -- Chptr 12 -- glad 4th of July

summer had been large -- -and so was life. I had coined my own small phrase --

"one lucky white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass supporter metrical foot now at a 12, poppin 8 unvoiced lame of abs, 9"of vein poppin cock, and that hard round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in forepart of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pits. I tried to retain myself in check, and not tout, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than most senior.

But not just the awesome bod, but lifetime in general. Living the illusion of taking our Freshman team to a state championship was still unlikely -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice planetary house in a moderate region. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my dick for me—he loved to watch me nut : ) Mom had a near job. And I was knocking down Cash beyond all fantasy merchandising my big jock dick to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old perverts and middle age cougars were the best -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. typical fee—about $ 1.50 a punt, lol.

I tried to think that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the sum of junk I blew every time I popped a warhead. I had played around with enough guy cable by now to understand it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 time more than normal—and length as well. Hell I could spud about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thickly athlete jizz. Damm, I prolly shot decent juice by now to get populated a small townsfolk. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and head upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sat morning animated cartoon."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya St. Matthew"“ fountainhead damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't give my lil bro often tending these days—between the mowing business ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer boxing, ( decided to go for atomic number 79 this year ) I just did n't have much free time. And football practice would start up in just 3 calendar week -- -jeez. I was going to have to start working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the form I had, shit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after force training. first team would be a lot arduous than fresher football. The guy would be way bigger. And the potency education would benefit the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting early bozo, for no reason at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a couple of sips of my coffee tree there was a roast at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front line door and opening it, I liked to have lost my jack. There stood brand Mattox, and Maurice Mary Harris Jones."What the nooky do you fucks require ?"I was pretty self-important and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolt for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day terminal year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the menage from having r a p e d my ass the Night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the dirt bike. Im thinking I want some drums, too : )

"We just wan na talk, Saint Matthew the Apostle ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ Football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."ejaculate on Matthew—we just wan na talking."I ai n't got ta lot of time, so come on ”.

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee bean. Did n't even pop the question them any. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant status, slumping down in the professorship, and spreading my hairy muscled leg, just enough to let my junk hang free, and visible from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the varsity team from commencement. This yr will be every bit as hard as last twelvemonth"Already disgusted I hop up from the reclining chair and head for the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym drawers, and cut loose a impregnable powerful piss. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cups of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same placement, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a weak tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square toes in the middle, I simply mumbled,"suck my dick ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hate flavor, even though he had been there before. After just a few minute, I repeated the command."You want that T-shirt ? Suck my dick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."CRAWL you opprobrious son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at Mark Mattox, Maruice drops to his hired hand and knee joint and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulders now buried right between my hairy muscled thigh, sucks in my one-half hard dick in one gulping. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my weapon system up behind my promontory, locking them together, and take a more extend out falling off in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scene. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouth, relishing the feel of his thick pitch-black lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling stopcock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty voice. As Maurice tightens the traction of his sassing, and moving from my make water slit to my pubis with each motion, I step up the step of fucking his mouth, now hitting the book binding of his throat with each driving force. Maurice gags just a bit each time he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nose, which just brought an immorality grin to my face.

Usually the good 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 hours now since I got up. I take a immediate miff of my right pit, burying my shaggy-coated hairs into my own nose. As I felt my gumshoe throbbing at my Casimir Funk, I bring my arms down, and shut up my hands around the book binding of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. Shot after jibe of my boneheaded athletic supporter goo go flying down Maurice throat, straight to his belly. I increase the

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

As the way grows still, I cross my legs at the mortise joint, and just sit there playing with my globe.

I order Maurice to reverse around, back on all fours, and to immerse his brass in the trading floor. Looking over at Mattox, with the same stern face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a limelight, and I return the same. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of attitude if zero else. I figure him to be pretty straight, but like me, he did have a thing for some tite greasy man hole. If for no former ground, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and sheds his denim. Still wearing his tee shirt, and socks, I thought it was a aphrodisiacal look. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knees behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lubricating substance."Fuck no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his head back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty good lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the nitty-gritty of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a momentary admiration of his pretty impressive prick. Mark was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin midst. Pretty slender, he had the body-build I would later call 'zero waist line'. As he strokes up to get his massive ass stick hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. sucking that muddle. Edvard Munch that black ass out, and get him loose-fitting ”. Mattox resisted, saying it was n't his thing. 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 face down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his backtalk into it 's dark-skinned black crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice ointment conoid ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being pretty straight, I did n't see him as the type that would sacrifice such a nasty act for mortal else. But -- -I was totally getting off on it, and was getting boned up again. Damm, ca n't hold back my lil monster down : )

I ordered score to stick it in, and fuck the dirt outta Maurice cakehole."Get up in them guts, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chair, and walked over to a box of the room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the rightfulness of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a position with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a look of fear in his aspect. Grabbing Maurice now by the waistline, he begins a stern pounding of Maurice tite greasy pickle. As his chest turns red, and lather starts pouring from his infernal region, and os frontale, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a little pup. Close plenty, I decide.

As the moment arrives, Mark takes a final exam v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice intestine, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely scare the fuck out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as Mark begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the level on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's back and shoulder, then toss it to the side. scratch lets out a b l o o d curling screeching, 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 costa, tell him to stray over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, order him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him clean house"I draw my fist back, but with the holy terror in Maurice boldness, he does as I told him, and slurps up Mark 's still one-half hard dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass ooze from his dick.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging athletic supporter dick down the aright leg, and tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the laces on my PF broadside, I grunt through my tooth,"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 like everybody else. And if you make it, you will suck my dick -- -every hebdomad, for as long as you play. pack starts in just three weeks—I suggest you start working out ”.

As we climb the step, back into the kitchen, I glance in at Dustin heavily involved in the cartoon. I grin at him. Was n't showing him practically attention these twenty-four hours, but I did love the little fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best Lucy in the sky with diamonds smirk, I softly let out,"well-chosen birthday, lil mother fucker -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A gleam comes across his human face, and almost shout, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone bury 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 umber patty ”. Justin gleam like it was Christmas. As Mark and Maurice approach the front door, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just glower at me, prolly thinking, 'what an bunghole'.