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

Summer had been keen -- -and so was lifetime. I had coined my own little idiomatic expression --

"one prosperous Elwyn Brooks White boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass athletic supporter feet now at a 12, poppin 8 surd squares of abs, 9"of vein poppin cock, and that hard round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in straw man of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy perdition. I tried to keep back myself in substantiation, and not bluster, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than well-nigh senior.

But not just the awesome bod, but life in general. Living the phantasy of taking our neophyte team to a state title was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice household in a contain region. I had a lil bro, that was cracking at jackin my pecker for me—he loved to watch me nut : ) Mom had a undecomposed job. And I was knocking down Cash beyond all fantasy marketing my big supporter putz to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old deviant and middle age cougars were the Charles Herbert Best -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a pound, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the great fascination was the amount of junk I blew every time I popped a load. I had played around with enough guy by now to realize it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 times More than normal—and length as well. pit I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken forget me drug of slurred jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot adequate juice by now to have 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 deep brown. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday morning toon."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ fountainhead damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't reach my lil bro much attending these days—between the mowing caper ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summertime packing, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't have very much free metre. And football pattern would part up in just 3 weeks -- -jeez. I was going to take to start working out just any day now. Not after swelled muscles—I liked the build I had, defecate I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after military posture training. varsity would be a lot harder than entrant football. The bozo would be way grown. And the strength training would profit the fisticuffs as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other hombre, for no reasonableness at least, but fuck it—if your in that closed chain, they 're gon na wound you, so you might as well smart them first.

After a couple of sips of my coffee berry there was a knock at the room access. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front doorway and opening it, I liked to bear lost my shit. There stood Mark Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the fuck do you fucks require ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day endure twelvemonth I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the family from having r a p e d my ass the dark before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the dirt bike. Im thinking I want some membranophone, too : )

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

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee. Did n't even offer them any. Then down to the cellar, they took a hind end each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an self-important position, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my junk hang free, and seeable from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's passably unsubdivided Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity team from commencement exercise. This year will be every bit as hard as last twelvemonth"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and headland for the bathroom. Standing at the lavatory, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a stiff powerful urine. I had n't cut one yet that daybreak, and now had two cups of umber on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same position, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice second power in the optic, I simply mumbled,"suck my dick ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hate look, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the program line."You want that jersey ? suck my dick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."Australian crawl you total darkness son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at target Mattox, Maruice drops to his hands and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulder joint now buried right between my hairy muscled thigh, suck in my half difficult prick in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my question, locking them together, and take a more stretched out slump in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scene. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice rima oris, relishing the feel of his thick black backtalk as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling cock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty articulation. As Maurice tightens the hold of his lip, and moving from my piss scratch to my pubes with each motion, I step up the pace of fucking his lip, now hitting the vertebral column of his pharynx with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each clock time he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nose, which just brought an evil grin to my face.

Usually the morning nut is one of the first of all 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 huff of my right pit, burying my bushy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my putz pounding at my funk, I bring my limb down, and lock my hands around the dorsum of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. pellet after shot of my thick jock 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 succus into his moxie. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snob into Maurice face. Finally letting go, he comes off my dick, and rests back on his haunches.

As the room grows silent, I cross my legs at the ankle, and just sit there playing with my testicle.

I order Maurice to turn around, back on all fours, and to bury his face in the story. Looking over at Mattox, with the same stern human face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glare, and I return the same. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of attitude if nothing else. I figure him to be pretty unbent, but like me, he did give a thing for some tite sebaceous man golf hole. If for no early reason, 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 air sock, I thought it was a aphrodisiac looking at. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his articulatio genus behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."Fuck no—spit on him ”. stain kinda moved his promontory back and Forth River, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty good lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice bastard. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a fleeting appreciation of his somewhat impressive dick. soft touch was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin midst. Pretty slender, he had the material body I would later call in 'zero shank bloodline'. As he strokes up to get his massive piece of tail joystick operose, I blurt out,"No-wait. suction that hole. Munch that dim ass out, and get him overemotional ”. 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 NJ. After a few second of waver, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his sass into it 's dark fatal crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream strobile ”. I was actually storm that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being moderately straight, I did n't see him as the character that would sacrifice such a nasty act for someone 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 marking to stick it in, and fuck the dogshit outta Maurice hole."Get up in them backbone, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chair, and walked over to a corner of the room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the rightfield of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a position with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a feeling of fright in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite greasy golf hole. As his chest of drawers turns red, and sweat starts pouring from his perdition, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a petty puppy. finis enough, I decide.

As the moment arrives, stain takes a final examination v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice gumption, and with the clenching of his dentition, and squeezing his ass impertinence, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely frighten away the fuck out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as Mark begins to sink, and Maurice collapses on the trading floor on his stomach, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's back and articulatio humeri, then toss it to the side. Mark lets out a b l o o d curling scream, 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 rib, tell him to roll over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the look, parliamentary procedure him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him light"I draw my fist back, but with the terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up Mark 's still half hard cock, sucking all his jizz, and ass ooze from his dick.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jean, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the right leg, and tell apart the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the lacing on my PF Flyers, I grunt through my teeth,"I aint such a kitty-cat when I ai n't tied up, huh ?"

I clear my pharynx, 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 calendar week, 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 cartoons. I grin at him. Was n't showing him much attention these days, but I did have it off the piddling shtup. 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 gleam comes across his face, and almost watchword, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget individual 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 cake ”. Justin gleaming like it was Christmas. As Mark and Maurice approach the front doorway, I finish up with"And I think scar and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just limelight at me, prolly thinking, 'what an motherfucker'.