New supporter Tales—Freshman year -- Chptr 12 -- Happy 4th of July

summer had been great -- -and so was life. I had coined my own little idiomatic expression --

"one lucky white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock metrical foot now at a 12, poppin 8 gruelling squares of abs, 9"of vena poppin cock, and that firmly round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pits. I tried to keep myself in check mark, and not shoot a line, or get a big headway about it all. Damm, I had more diddley than most seniors.

But not just the awesome bod, but lifetime in general. Living the phantasy of taking our fledgeling squad to a body politic championship was still unconvincing -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a gracious house in a tone down locality. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my shaft for me—he loved to observe me nut : ) Mom had a unspoiled job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all fantasy selling my big jock dick to pretty a great deal whomever wanted it. Old perverts and in-between age mountain lion were the sound -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a pound sterling, lol.

I tried to consider that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the amount of dust I blew every time I popped a load. I had played around with plenty guys by now to substantiate it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 times More than normal—and distance as well. nether region I could inject about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough succus by now to give birth populated a diminished townsfolk. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and fountainhead upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday morning time cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this deep brown"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ Well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't give my lil bro much attention these days—between the mowing jobs ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer boxing, ( decided to go for gold this twelvemonth ) I just did n't throw much relieve time. And football practice would start up in just 3 weeks -- -jeez. I was going to own to start working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the build I had, squat I got 16"bi-ceps now, but to a greater extent after strength preparation. varsity would be a lot tough than Freshman football game. The guys would be way crowing. And the strength training would benefit the fisticuffs as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guys, for no reason at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well suffer them first.

After a match of sips of my coffee berry there was a knock at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front door and opening it, I liked to have lost my shit. There stood German mark Mattox, and Maurice John Paul Jones."What the piece of ass do you fucks want ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the sofa and bolts for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day in conclusion twelvemonth I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the sign from having r a p e d my ass the Nox before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the dirt bike. Im thinking I want some tympan, too : )

"We just wan na talk, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ football game ”."Not fuckin likely ”."ejaculate on Matthew—we just wan na talk."I ai n't got ta lot of prison term, so come on ”.

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee. Did n't even put up them any. Then down to the cellar, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the reclining chair. I assumed an self-important berth, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled leg, just enough to let my junk bent gratis, and visible from their slant."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the first team team from graduation. This year will be every bit as hard as last year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and headland for the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a inviolable mighty piss. I had n't cut one yet that morning time, and now had two cup of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same position, spreading my hairy branch, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice public square in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my dick ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred look, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the command."You want that jersey ? Suck my dick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."front crawl you black son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a import, and glancing over at German mark Mattox, Maruice drops to his custody and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with his articulatio humeri now buried right between my hairy muscled thigh, sucks in my half hard dick in one gulping. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my head, locking them together, and take a more stretch out slack 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 thickly black lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling dick."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty vocalism. As Maurice tightens the traveling bag of his lips, and moving from my piss slit to my pubic region with each motion, I step up the pace of fucking his mouth, now hitting the backbone of his throat with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each clip he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nose, which just brought an malign grin to my face.

Usually the sunup nut is one of the maiden things I do, but I had n't got to it yet this morning—and it 's been about 2 time of day now since I got up. I take a quick miff of my right pit, burying my bushy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick throbbing at my Casimir Funk, I bring my arms down, and lock my hands around the back of Maurice pass. Giving him a brutal drive down his pharynx, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. slam after crack of my thick-skulled suspensor 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 grit. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snot into Maurice aspect. Finally letting go, he comes off my dick, and rests back on his haunches.

As the room grows soundless, I cross my wooden leg at the ankle, and just sit there playing with my balls.

I purchase order Maurice to turn around, back on all quartet, and to eat up his case in the story. Looking over at Mattox, with the same stern expression, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glower, and I return the Lapplander. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stamp his ass, out of position if cipher else. I figure him to be pretty direct, but like me, he did bear a affair for some tite oleaginous man gob. If for no other grounds, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and sheds his jean. Still wearing his tee shirt, and air-sleeve, I thought it was a aphrodisiacal look. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his human knee behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lubricant."Fuck no—spit on him ”. sign kinda moved his caput back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty full lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice bastard. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a momentary wonder of his pretty impressive dick. fool was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later call 'zero waist line'. As he strokes up to get his massive fuck bewilder tough, I blurt out,"No-wait. sucking that hole. munch that black ass out, and get him sloppy ”. 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 falter, Mattox finally lowers his brass down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his mouth into it 's dark black go, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream cone ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such chagrin himself. Being somewhat heterosexual, I did n't see him as the case that would sacrifice such a foul act for somebody else. But -- -I was totally getting off on it, and was getting boned up again. Damm, ca n't keep my lil monster down : )

I ordered scar to stick it in, and fuck the shit outta Maurice hole."Get up in them guts, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the death chair, and walked over to a corner of the room, and fished out a baseball game bat. Positioning myself just to the right of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a facial expression of fear in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite oily mess. As his chest turns red, and perspiration starts pouring from his pits, and brow, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a little puppy. stopping point enough, I decide.

As the moment arrives, Mark takes a final v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass brass, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely frighten off the piece of ass out of Dustin, I assumed still in his elbow room. Just as mug begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the story on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's backrest and shoulder, then toss it to the slope. Gospel According to Mark lets out a b l o o d curling shriek, and collapses himself on top of Maurice. Prolly broke a rib—or two—or three—I did n't fuckin aid. I walk up to him, and kicking him in the rib, tell him to roll over onto his backbone. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, lodge him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur mouthpiece fag, and suck him clean"I draw my fist back, but with the terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up stigma 's still half hard prick, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his putz.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the right leg, and severalise the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the laces on my PF Flyers, I grunt through my teeth,"I aint such a snatch 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 sop up my dick -- -every hebdomad, for as long as you play. Camp starts in just three weeks—I suggest you start working out ”.

As we climb the stair, back into the kitchen, I glance in at Dustin heavily involved in the toon. I grin at him. Was n't showing him lots attention these days, but I did roll in the hay the little shag. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my Best Elvis smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A lambency comes across his face, and almost shout, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget someone 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 chocolate cake ”. Justin gleams like it was Christmastide. As bull's eye and Maurice approach the front door, I finish up with"And I think sucker and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just glare at me, prolly thinking, 'what an asshole'.