New Jock Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony league

I guess I was just a birth jock—I considered myself lucky. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not real big, mind you, only about 5'10 ”, maybe 125 lbs on a wet day : ). I already had hair on my legs, and up in the crack of my ass, and a jolly dainty 'bush'in my pits, and hanging 7 1/2"of putz. To nigh of the other guys on the baseball team, I guess I was intimidating.

Girls came at me like nutcase, and I was smart enough to detect a few coup d'oeil from the cat as well, 'specially in the footlocker room. snatch was loose -- -I got my get-go man last year.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a summercater nut, is an acronym for Protect Our neighborhood youthfulness. It was organized in 1951 at Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that time period, It served as a transition league from tykes, or pewee, to the up-coming high gear school.

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

We had a pretty hot n sweaty practice session this one good afternoon. Even though a fountain sport—it got hot in TX pretty fast. My brake shoe had gotten kinda besotted as my feet were growing like I was feeding them fertilizer -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big human foot, and hawkshaw : ) I shucked them, and my wind cone off, and tying the lacing together, slung them over my shoulder joint -- -a jock thing : ) Walking across the soft eatage of the champaign to the field business firm, barefooted, and into the locker room, I wasted no metre stripping down and heading for the rain shower. 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 session. I just did it mostly to record off : )

So I hit the shower headland, and reverse the water to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the feel as it hit my back, and I held my limb up behind my head, exposing my stinkn pits. Some said I was always showin off, causal agency I did n't face the shower heads. I just told them, naa—I just aint shy.

So it came to be on this day, that the team ass-hole, Johnny Bradly, decided he had to make a comment about my big pecker. I do n't really remember what he said, but I responded with something like he was weird for making fun of the dude with the prominent pecker on the team. He shot me back with something like, I was a nut, and I just laughed at him and said something like"Ya, that 's what ur baby said end dark too ”. He came at me across the cascade floor, but just before he got within arms reach, I pulled back and stale cocked him upside his head. He jumped from the trading floor, but again I got 3 quick pops to his mouth, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his chest and abdomen, and washed down the drain.

The hale room got really quite, and Johnny just laid there for a minute, collecting his cerebration, I guess. I took a coup d'oeil across the room at the former guys, and smile, just said 'silver gloves'. Deciding that this was n't going to end it, I walk over and snaffle him by the hair, and force him to where his head is just level with my prick."So Bradly -- -you like my pecker, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, half way to my knee, all bushy and shit ?"“ Bet you wish you could bear on it, huh ?"“ screw off, Dillon"“ piece of tail off you say, ? Ya, I might fuck off—fuck off in ur mouth, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few grins and elbow punches gave me the juice to go through with it. I never stood down.

"I seen you checking me out dude—admiring my big jock gumshoe. I mean, it 's kool and all, be kool to see who sucks better -- -your babe, or you"I speculation still cypher knew—it was in fact Bradly 's sister that I busted my cherry over a span of age ago. This, of course, got me just the response I wanted. As the other bois started laughing, Johnny jumped from the floor and reared back to get a swing. But, I blocked his awkward swing, and once again, delivered 3 heavily pop to his mouth, right at the Lapp 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 head Im about half heavily, and running my left hand into his backtalk, I say to him in a oceanic abyss growling phonation, 'suck me'. The expressions on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na make this dude go down on my dick—right here in the showers, in front of half the squad ? You damm skippy I was -- -no fear."I said suck me punk, or I 'll go for your dentition next ”.

To my surprise, Johnny Kelso ( whom later would turn my best friend in football ) ran up behind Bradly, and grabbing him by the hair from behind,

f o r c e s him forward, and himself demands"suck it, fag"Bradly hesitates, then Kelso hits him in the back of the head. I heard a couple of the dudes mutter"fuck this shucks -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his oral fissure, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ inches in, and push it all the way down his throat, burying my jock rooster to the pubes."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite excited."suck ur captain dick b o y ”. As I hold on to the top of Bradly 's hair, I begin pumping his pharynx like a porn sensation. In and out, in speedy fashion, 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 belly. I just looked at him, and laughed like a softheaded man.

Assuming he was done, he started to stand, but I grabbed his hair again, and just said"uh-uh punk -- -you got ta get hold of care of my help now ”. As Bradly opened his oral cavity in mental rejection, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh hell ya"I glance over to the footlocker, and see the few that were dressing Menachem Begin to get out. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the Sami intervention. Im the captain, and you will do what the nookie 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 just too -- -or I 'll bust you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's cock like his spirit depended on it. I guess from a certain decimal point of view, it did. Do n't love if he had sucked a peter before, but the b o y was damm good. Kelso, in corresponding fashion as my self, skull fucked his throat like a half-crazed mad man. It only took second for him to bollocks up his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both sides of his head, Kelso slammed his oral cavity about 5 clip, pubes to teeth, blowing hot jock jizz down his throat. Pretty impressive, I thought to myself. It would be a yoke of twelvemonth yet, but eventually I would come to hump the taste of that thick jock jizz, and it was really good : )

Finally I yank Bradly back straight up. Grabbing him by the throat, I say to him in a brassy representative"Had enuff Bradly -- -that sufficiency dick for one day"? He shook his head up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the locker sphere, where he fell into the little group sitting on the benches. After a quick rinse, Kelso and me exited the shower bath room, and joined the relaxation to get dressed.

"This is tangible simple -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can expect waaaaay worsened punishment. What happens here, stays here"A few calendar month later, most of those guy rope present that day, would become the base penis of, 'The Diamond Dawgs'.

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