New athlete Tales—Chptr 3 -- -Benji Mattox Got ta Older Bro

"Yo Benji—what 's up ?"“ Ahh nuttin man, just chillin"“ Say—let 's go down to the diner"“ Ya—How we getting there ?"“ See if ur big bro will take us—give us a ride in that sweet GTO"“ Ahh, I dunno man, he 's kinda a big stab now since he got that car"“ Just ask him dude—I 'll buy, anything he wants"“ He said anything ?"“ YA dude, whatever he wants"“ Steak ?"“ shtup, ya if it takes a steak, I guess so"“ Aight then we will be there in 15 to scoop out you up -- -ur lil bro too ?"“ Ya Ill have to contribute him"“ Ok then see ya ”.

Benji Mattox'older bro was chump. He was 17 and on the gamy schoolhouse b-ball team. He had some long ass hairy legs, and some super shaggy-coated pits—real long hairs, I admired them. He could palm a b-ball with his huge hands—I soma his middle finger must own been 7-8 in. Would love to see if the possibility held avowedly on him : )

We get down to the dining car about 6:30. It was pretty crowded on a Wednesday nite. Mom came up and took drink gild. Dustin, my lil bro, got mad cause I would n't let him cause a coke."Rot ur teeth ”, I told him. But I said he could have a milk-shake if he acted grown up, and not like some lil tough k I d. The rest of us ordered frost tea, so 's not to rub in the blow thing. In a few minutes we were all choking down on some beefburger steaks. bull's eye made courteous and got the Sami as us instead of holding me to the steak tidy sum. He said just buying was cool down enough.

We finish up and I throw mom a fiver. She said we did n't take in to, but I told her study was work -- -did n't matter who you were waiting on—besides, I 'd get it back in goodby 's : ) She just smiled. We get back to our family, and Benji manages to get his big bro to arrive in and hold out my room. He thought it was really coolheaded, being down in the basement n tinker's damn. Said he might 'rent'it out from me from metre to fourth dimension to bring a girl too. I just smiled and said 'sure'.

We turned the TV on, and kicked back to Doby Gilles. It was pretty quite, then I popped up without intellection,"Man, that Maynard, I could tear his shit up ”. All three looked at me, with no reception. I just muttered a 'fuck', and went on with"Dustin, you need to get ur butt upstairs now."Ahhh Matthew, please let me stay"“ Nope—close to your bedtime anyway"“ Ahhh com'on"almost screaming."Now look—I told you you could sustain that milk agitate if you did n't act like a lil punk—now com'on"I grab him by the arm and get going pulling him up the steps. I decided to point for the kitchen, and fished out a art object of drinking chocolate cake we brought from the diner. Pouring him up a Methedrine of milk to go with it ;"Now, sit there and eat that, then submit ur petty ass to bed -- -no more skreak"Dustin seemed content with the patty, and did as I told him. Now, back downstairs.

"Soooo Dillon, what was that shit about fuckin Bob Mile-High City ?"I just went for it."Ahhh piece of ass ya 'll, just feel at him. Beatnic—scruffy -- -skinny -- -Id fuck that dude till I got his tinker's damn on my dick"Benji sat there not saying a Bible, but Mark just rolled over laughing."I think I 'll go upstairs too, maybe hang out with Dustin"muttered Benji. Mark and me just smiled at him.

I fished out a couple of beers from the mini electric refrigerator. patsy was amazed I had that, just being 14."Mom never comes down here, and dad is always on the route. We pop the caps and each ingest a long swig."Hey man—I got some weed too"

"fuck dawg—you just got everything down here"“ Ya—and porn too"! Mark just flashed a big grinning and said 'naaaa'.

I reached under the cabinet, and popped in a erotica into the VCR. Soon as it started up, cross was kicked back on my bed with his legs slightly spread."Got him"I thought to myself. I took another punch of my beer, and proceeded to vagabond up a fat joint. I was gon na get this one extra high, cause I was determined to see what was in those pant. I fire up the joint and film a prompt hit, then spend it over to marker. He takes a flying hit as well, but I usher him on with"naaa dawg—hit it in effect yo"Mark looks at me and grin. I figure being a few years elderly than me, he was probably way ahead of me, and knew exactly what I was doing. As long as he participated, I guess that was good : )

After about 15 minutes we were both rubbing our bulges through our jean. Legs slightly spread, with my left and his right slightly rubbing against each early. We finished up the joint, with gull smoking nearly of it. I jumped up and fished out 2 Sir Thomas More beers. Popping mine undecided, I slugged down about half, just to be telling. I shuck my jean off, tossing them to the flooring, then recoil back once again on the bed, this clock time getting right up next to patsy. fall guy kinda looks at me, but did n't say anything. Im rubbing my rooster now up and down, behind my jockstrap, making it grow super hard, and oozing fuck juice. I tapped the end of my take a leak slit through my supporter, and licked the tip of my finger's breadth muttering"ummm"Deutschmark looked over and grinned at me, still not saying anything. I guess he was going to ready me beg for it, lol.

Finally I raise up again, and this time shucked off my jock, and playfully tossed it onto Marks face. target snaffle my jock and started rubbing it up and down his chest, and then taking a quick whiff. He was cut thick, and his pecs and abs were like granite. I grab my hawkshaw at the fundament, and squeeze it hard. Then taking the palm of my powerful hand, rub it across my pee-pee prick, making the juice ooze out even more. Finally Mark stood up, and shucked out of his jeans and packer as well. I was startled when I saw him standing there, totally suspensor naked. It was more than I even imagined. He had a thick maculation of tomentum between his pecs, and a ace thick happy trail leading down to an explosive George Herbert Walker Bush. It went about an in or so up his gumshoe, which was rock strong from the porn. I figured he had to be about 10 ”, and he was hanging some really hairy Ball. I opened my back talk to exclaim, But he grabbed me by the fuzz, and pulling my head towards his putz, just demanded"suck it punk"I swallowed down hard, taking as a lot of his gumshoe as I could. Having choked down on dad 's a few time now, I was pretty well practiced.

I think it surprised him a bit, as he pushed his huge mushroom head past my palatine tonsil. Still clenching my hair, cross begin a relentless fucking of my untried pharynx. I squeezed my throat musculus as hard as I could, while maintaining a lip lock on his head. Gospel According to Mark just muttered"oh fuck ”. I looked up at him with those pup dog center, and shot him a grin. After nearly 20 minutes of sucking soft touch 's enormous cock, he pushed me back on the bed, and told me to lye down on the bed on my belly. I did as he told me, and Mark quickly mounted me from behind, spreading my silky smooth second joint. Mark works up a big lugie, and spat out the snoot and spit right into my hirsute bastard."Nice"he said, and then,"Oh ya homie -- -I eff this is what ya been wantin, but it 's gon na ache like all fuckin Inferno ”.

With that Gospel According to Mark slid his whole 10"of cock into my cockeyed teenage ass, with out stopping. He did n't bang it, but rather just pushed it in with one deliberate push button, burying it to his pubes. I clenched the bed sheet, and my tooth, and let out a low throaty moan. Mark kinda chuckled, and just said"oh ya—he likes it"With that, Mark grabs me by the waist, and begins a unappeasable pounding of my young tite jock kettle of fish. I bucked up from my shank, but Mark pushed me back down, and continued to Cypriot pound my hole without m e r c e y. Now that I was 'hot', and loosened up, he began to have intercourse me harder, and hitting deeper into my shit jam.

He moved up on my ass to where his shaft was now going straight down my chute, and held me down by the binding of my neck. Squeezing it hard, nearly cutting off my air, he now began slamming my ass with increasing feat, He was raising up his eubstance from his knee joint, and slamming down full f o r c e, his big mushroom head now invading my guts. Suddenly scratch let out a soft cry, then placing both his bridge player right at my waistline, gave one final slam to my ass. He unloaded like a piddle natural spring, with stab after shot of hot thick super jizz deep into my 14 yo ass. I could feel each shot as it blasted into the bulwark of my backbone. He continued his pounding, draining every ounce of his hot athletic supporter jizz. Finally he slowed, and pulled his peter from my ass. I rolled over, and started jacking my hawkshaw as laborious as I could. Suddenly I blew my on load straight up into the air. Five ropes, non stop consonant, flying 3 animal foot into the air, then landing back on my belly in a puddle. I continued jacking until completely drained.

After a few import, we both were finally laying there not saying a Scripture. I reached over to the nite stand and lit up a roll of tobacco. Handing one over to Mark, he declined, which I respected. In just a few more minutes, Benji is standing at the top of the steps, and hollers down"Mark—you ready to go yet"?

Mark jumps up and quickly gets into his boxers and jeans and heads up the steps. He and Benji leave, without a intelligence being said. I guessed from the sum of money of jizz still leaking from my ass that scrape had a salutary clock time. I know I did, and hoped to see to a greater extent of him .