New athletic supporter Tales—Sophomore yr -- -Chpt 1

summer had been totally awesome. The best ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the outdo part—independently mobile, lol. The chiliad jobs were going dandy, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a sumptuous a calendar month. That was just about a days salary for a teenager working portion time at a grocery store.

I took a 3rd shoes typewriter ribbon at the motocross meet, which was o.k.. Mostly just a stress reliever, and a chance to get foul. I also knocked down my number 1 golden gloves—again not a John R. Major thing in my sprightliness, but it was kinda cool to just get in the closed chain and just beat the dickhead outta some dude.

Today was the first day of exercise. varsity at last. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon add up crashing down, and I was gon na feel like the biggest jester on the planet, and all I wanted to do was go away.

pattern was nothing like last yr. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 autobus. And neither of them were matter to in my comment. All that was happening was us five ¼ vertebral column just throwing the ball to some 9th graders to catch. I mean fuck—no plays, no run, no weighting -- -what the fuck. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some arrest. surmise he would prolly make it—but with no ascendance of the team, I could buss that muckle of that sloppy heading every hebdomad adios.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three Seniors. You ca n't be first string—let alone a starter ”. The words hit my genius like a bullet train."These b o y s got a pipe dream just as big as you—you got to meet for the team now, and plunk for them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did have ¼ backs before you got here. Now, unless you want to deliberate another position for a piece for some more game clip, your going to have the take on the terrace for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my knee joint and take off suckin gumshoe, huh coach ? reason looks like that 's all the activity I 'm gon na get this year ”. individual had just walked into the way, and all I heard was"woooah there cowboy ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the locker room. Slamming into my locker doorway made a few headspring turn. I sat on the Bench to take off my cleats, and windsock. Did n't even have any Casimir Funk going on, not even my stone, reason I had n't done a fuckin thing all day. I tore out of my practice NJ, and turning, slammed my fist into the storage locker room access. Yanking it afford, I threw the NJ, and cleat into the floor. Sitting back, now coming out of my football pants, and striping down to just my suspensor, I likewise threw them and my helmet into the storey of my locker, did n't even trouble to hang anything up.

I grabbed my Levis, but before I could get them on, somebody barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the attitude ?"It hit too flying, and too hard. I lunged towards the musician, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his jersey, slammed him into the row of locker just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his bureau and shoving my jockstrap rightfield in his face, I just scream out"does this flavour like a b o y to you"?

In mo about half the players in the room were on me, pulling me off what turned out to be Cameron White—just the starting elder ¼ back. Cameron jumps up from the trading floor, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his finger right in my font, comes back with"Do n't know what ur problem is Dillon, but you best get it in arrest, boi. Your not the star here punk— One more stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Jesus fuckin H Christ—what 's all this fraudulent scheme"? Three of the coach had blasted into the footlocker way."It 's zip coach—we got it under restraint. Dillon there just wanted to wriggle around with some of the big dawgs ”."Looks like he found out he ai n't all that badd ”, replied one of them. A few chuckles were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fire. I turned back to my locker, and sat again on the bench, just long enough to tie up my PF Flyers, and sling them around my shoulder joint. I stuffed my tee in my spinal column pocket, and proceeded out the locker room, shirtless, and barren ft. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the coaches hollar"soul git him—see what the fuck is up his ass ”.

I needed to eff something, And I knew just where to go.

I arrived at 'the spot'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 miles North of town on old RT 5. small-scale cold road in the centre of nowhere. Some of the honest-to-god kinsfolk in town referred to it as 'that place where the homosexual go'. I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that—how the screw do they know that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town truckers, bikers, and construction types. Pretty rough fop mostly, quite a little of muscleman and ink, or maybe some married dude from town that could n't get headland from their wife. I went straight to the back of the field to the motel. It only had about 25 suite, and this recent on a Friday night, I would be lucky to still get a room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the jeep off the box of the building. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my clod cap down over my eyebrows, I stroll into the lobby. Holding my head kinda downwards, I glance up at the salesclerk, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you hold your head down so I do n't see your baby face, or -- -you valse in here looking like gods gift, with all them abs, hoping Im queer and I 'll let you have a room in rally for some of that dick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to make me believe your really 19, but you do n't sustain your ID on ya, after driving out here in the heart of no where without it, and would I be really chill and run over to the computer memory and get you a six coterie. So puncher -- -which is it"?

I raised my head up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'right in the face, I sheepishly replied,"all that, I guess ”. Jason, looking peeved, fired back at me"you know the kind of problem I could get in for renting you a way ? How old are you, anyway"? With a slight Elvis smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his head back and Forth, and just mumbled"oh fucking man, I dunno ”.

"Look dude, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football game, got in three fights today, my honest friends told me I was a prick, It 's the like as anybody else out here—I just wan na vacate these orb down somebody 's throat. I been pent up for three days now. I wo n't be any hassle, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my pressure, finally turns around and yanks a key off the rack. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me squarely in the eyes,"24, back side—in the shadow, all the way down. Get ur nut, then get the shtup outta here. Got me"?"Ya, I got ya dude—and thanx bro. Oh—you need me to fill out a card or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the door, I stop and turn around, and just stand there."Something else, cattleman"? I grab my dick and displume it down inside my dungaree, and flashing a slight grinning, just say"the beer"?"Holy The Virgin, Queen of Scots"replied Jason, rolling his eyes. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the room access, locks up the government agency, and nous across the parking lot to the 24 time of day store up battlefront on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that room before mortal sees you"

I hop in the landrover, and thrust around back to the recess elbow room at the end. It was so sinister I had to leave my headlights on for a instant just to see the door lock and spread out the door. Grabbing my gearing bag, upon entering the elbow room I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and head teacher straight person for the exhibitioner. Turning the pee to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my back to the spray, I grab the packet of motel shampoo and lather up the mortarboard. Relaxing under the healing tycoon of the hot piss, I just tilt my straits back and stuffy my eyes. I only stay in the shower a few minutes, in venom of how good it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stalling, with dick hanging super low now, I grab a towel off the single-foot. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and forth across my binding. Turning around to head for the gear mechanism bag again, I stopped perfectly in my caterpillar tread, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the fuck outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the corner of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, with the six inner circle resting on his waist. He was a pretty trade good looking gallant actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to make sure you were OK ”. I walk towards him, reaching out for the beer. He hands it to me, and I pull a can off the ring. Popping it spread, I chug down about ¼ of the can."So—is that your 'professional answer"? Jason chuckled a bit, and just said ya, I guess so. I walked right up to him, with my knees touching his legs. Still dripping wet, I took another slug of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a word.

So getting the speck that it was his chance to live with down that big teenage dick in his face, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low hanging tool. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my gibe hard. I close my eyes, and placing my hired hand on top of his foreland, usher him down to the pubic bone. After a few minutes, he 's got me sway toilsome, and the mineral vein are starting to pop. I yank my egotistic cock from his oral fissure, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, wind up it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my articulatio humeri, and start drying off."Aight dawg—get the roll in the hay out. I got ta get to work ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock hard hammer from his mouth, denying his dirty money of my sweet yung juice. I told him I would call in him when I got done, and he could come back and finish up. He did me a favour, so I was n't going to jet out without returning the same.

As he nodded and headed for the door I hollered at him"hey—ok if I smoke some dope in the way"? Jason rolled his eye and head again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to build a exceptional pokey for me"I took that to mean ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the minor bag of grass I had packed. Rolling up a pencil joint, I quickly sucked down the unscathed thing. Fishing out some socks, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half gruelling dick down the right-hand leg. I brought my Catapiller work iron boot for the night. human body Id go fore the 'rugged'working man look, rather than jock, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the quietus into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike up the mohawk—damm, it 's about 4"tall now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the front of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a small townspeople in itself. In addition to the motel, there was a small 24 hr grocery store— down the road there was a small lake, where you could camp. There was also a modest grill—kinda like a waffle house, a tattoo store, ( hmmmm make annotation of that one ), and of course the main attraction—the dirty book store.

I doubted I had much of a opportunity at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the country like it was, they 're were a few mass hanging out front of the edifice. I spied a moldable porch chair near the nook, away from the independent entrance, and decided that would be my best spot. Fishing my pot, and zippo from my scoop, I lite up a Camel, and necessitate the bum. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the president back until my shoulder meet the rampart, and with a couple of fine adaptation reach just the rightfulness balance for leaning back on the tooshie two leg.

Taking a draught of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three fashion plate, about 25 feet in front of me, just to the face of the row of 18 bicyclist parked along the wayside. About 11 of them I dead reckoning. The dudes appeared to be of the building sentiment, and were standing around a 55 gal barrel that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing cooler tops, one shirtless. He was pretty hirsute, and had enormous pit hairsbreadth growth. I figured they were around mid twenties to ahead of time 30 or so. Like me, they each had St. Matthew the Apostle 's on, and employment kick.

"Hey k I d—you old enough to be drinking that shit"one of them shouts as I take another chug of my Bud."You see me doin it, do n't ya"? They work up a slight laugh at each early, and I barely hear one of them say"punk got a bit of attitude, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda smart ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the chair to the ground, back to all quaternary. Standing up, and turning my back to the three dandy, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and throw them to my second joint. Turning my head back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum lick this saucy ass ”.

One of the guy cable playfully slaps the others chest with the dorsum of his hand, and they start a moderate perambulation over towards me. I flip the hot seat around, and pulling my blue jean back up, but not buttoning up, carry a buns backwards in the chairwoman, with my dick and Lucille Ball hanging out. I take a ready whiff on my right pit, just to show off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately comments on my rubble."damm b o y Nice computer software ”. I give him a big grinning and respond,"Ya—just think after it bones up to all it 's 10"what it 's gon na find like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the the true just a bit for the sales delivery ) The guys look at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty drunk, and one answer"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the spot, I guess those are your bucket hand truck back at the motel. Your either looking for ass, or your looking to get something up ur ass. Im looking to fuck some ass, and I got a three day back up in these chunk. So, —do we need to verbalise, or are we wasting each others meter"?

About this time Jason rounds the corner headed for the store. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a black-market belt ”, and goes on into the store. The three once again start laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a opprobrious smash"? I look them steely in the eyes, and in my considerably low growling representative reply"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three golden gloves ”. ( again, stretching it just a bit )"Ahhh, bad boi, huh"?"When I need to be—let 's just say I ai n't skeered ”. One of the cat fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This time, I do the chortle, and just reply"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a little football game. So I 'm used to getting banged around by guys large than me—and I just keep going back for more. So—you guys wan na walk out a hand, or you just wan na stand there and stare, wondering how gratifying my juice is"?

The three just glimpse around at each early, until one finally shrugs his shoulders."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage dick. So—how a lot"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling pecker back into my blue jean, reach down for my beer, and polish off it off. Wiping my oral fissure with the dorsum of my hand, I start slowly walking across the figurehead of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the landrover is. If you do n't show in 15 minutes, I 'll sham you ca n't afford it ”. ( how was that for arrogance ? ) I walked around the construction, and headed across the parking lot back towards my elbow room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that punk got some attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my step, that earlier the guy had so put me down about."piece of ass them"I thought to myself—I like it.

Back at the room I leave the door standing undefendable. Being total duskiness, there were n't many bugs to contend with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and wrap up another spliff, taking a dyad of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my gear bag, and spreading my hairy legs fairly wide, I started stroking up at a slow but deliberate pace. It only took bit for the duncish veins of my beam to swell up, and my big mushroom head to break open out, like a dog. The know juice was already streamlined, and coating my oral sex, I was make to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten mo, as the three came strolling in the door. The last shut the door, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin christ'. I flash an evil grin, and just reply,"more like Beelzebub bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 composition of ass on ur dick, but we just gitten 1 dick each. Probably the more inebriate of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his stomach."Me first cowboy"Im really getting tired of this cowboy bullshit today. Grabbing the lubricating substance, I hold the bottle high in the air, and constrict out a watercourse right to his hole. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab dude by the waist, and mosh it in. He lets out a yip, exclaiming"damm this punk is thick ”. I rear back and deliver the second jibe, and then a third gear, and then, I go to town. A relentless Assault on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a couple of minutes, I was panting like I had run a Swedish mile.

The dandy was grabbing at sheets like he had a baseball bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh fuck b o y s, get this harum-scarum off me ! Get him off ! The other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, jerk me from dudes ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the corner chair. Putting his hands to his fount, he just mumbles"damm that punk is a monster ”. The adjacent dude, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me next ”.

With the second dude assuming the same position, I start the same treatment, grabbing his waist, and slamming it in hard as I could. In just a dyad of smasher, he too is crying out for me to ease up a bit. Another evilness grin, and Im sure enough nuff now in 'devil mode'. I reach up and catch him by the back of his hair, and yanking his mind back, mussitate"shut the shtup up ”, and just hold on fucking, like a jackhammer. My nuts were slapping hard against his ass cheeks. I only noticed then that only one of the sheik had any tomentum on his ass. In a few Thomas More min of still taking his pounding, the third buster finally steps up, and basically just pushes the fellow aside.

"My turn now ”. Assuming the same spotlight, on the corner of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his hole, I pause and soak in the beautiful hirsute mounds of his ass. He was so slow up in his offer, that you could barely detect his hole. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't pass up the chance, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my human face into the robust pungent foetor of his vulgar ass. He was ripe as fuck, and with just a few munches of his hairy go, I drove my tongue as late as I could into his ripe greasy hole. He was funky—I base days worth of funk ! I sucked on his pickle, as I probed it with my tongue. Between the high from the dope, and the stink of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a proper dick down. Only about 10-12 jabbing into his moxie, then objector number 3 was cook for me to get out of his ass as well.

I yanked out, and slapped him on his ass, then ordered in a aloud throaty voice"on ur knees ”. The other two followed suite, and the three of them lined up at the nucleotide of the bed, each stroking their own cock, with oral fissure unfold. I thought to myself what a thoroughgoing blackmail pic this would be to express to their married woman, or girl. With tongues hanging out, I grab my swollen shaft, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally commit it from my nuts. Still swelling, and my veins popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to mention I had put on a chrome cockring former ), the pressing from my cock n formal was now reaching it 's lofty end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting mouth, I volleyed.

Slinging my center from left to rectify, I popped the first watercourse of my thick jockstrap juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left, for another. Seven times, blasting my rope from left to right, completely covering their faces in my blockheaded slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my balls, I stand there for a few seconds, while they looked at each early in astonishment, at the massive flood that had drenched each of them. With the pressure now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a strong powerful stream of my steaming hot jock piss, and again from left to compensate, imbue them down from their psyche to their pubic bone. They were covered now, with all my jock succus. I kinda simper, as they each began to louse up their own loads up their chest 's and venter, mixing their cum with my urine and jizz. They were a complete mess, lol. But—number three, the hairy cruddy one, had yet to blow out. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy jock ass right in his facial expression, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his face into my ass crack, and licked me up just as I had done him. In only moments, as he drove his tongue into my tite jock hole, he finally busts. Falling back, with his back into the bed, and his heading tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as dear as me. Three shots go straight up from his piss slit, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my hairs with his thick construction jizz. I grin at his mightily detonation, but then five to a greater extent shots hit me in the pocket-size of my binding, and started trailing down my ass and thighs.

Giving the three of them only a few arcsecond to recover, and spitting into the look of the one in the centre, I then orderliness them to get dressed, pay up, and get the fuck out. One objects with"do n't we get a towel to pass over off"? I just respond with"fuck no—you got towels in ur own room—wear it ”.

As each of them, almost in sync, get their jeans on, I bark at them"that 's ripe, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 fishes in his pocket, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credenza. I give a favorable shove to the beau shoulder, and once again bark for them to get out. As they each grab their iron heel and tee, and go scrambling out the door, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up breast, catching a smoke.

I give a loud whistle, and move for him to come on down.

As he enters the room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the nookie up, and get this dick in your sassing ”. Widening his eyes, Jason fell to his knees, and engulfed my still half hard meat into his mouth. Sucking loudly and sloppy like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of noise ) he eagerly took down my slab and in just a few had me boned up again.

I was actually somewhat surprised that I had boned up again so quickly. As soon as he got me effective and hard, I yanked out of his sassing, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his jeans to his articulatio talocruralis, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his cheek. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his waist, and slam it in. Jason lets out a yelp, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one push after another. It took a few minutes this time, but I felt my abs tighten up, and knew it was fourth dimension.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a suction noise as his anus closed shut. Telling him to turn over, I climbed up on top of his chest, and grabbing him by the throat, shoved my dick into his rima oris. All the way to the back of his throat, I once again volley. Not near as big as a few moments ago of course, but three ropes straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on meat, he shot pretty damm good himself, leaving a watercourse across his chest and belly, and making a decent puddle. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his back talk, I flash him and evil smiling, and cut release another stream of my hot stinkin piss. His oculus widen again, and he starts to agitate his head back and Forth River, but I just look him in the eyes and say"drink it ”. After all—beer piss is best, right ?

He manages to salute me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the goop coating his throat. As he zips back up, I walk to the credence and snap off two XX."Here 's for the way, and beer. Thanx dandy"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I surmisal he was in shock, and as he heads out the door, I quickly pack up, and slip back into my 501 's. Skipping the socks, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the road, and head for home.

As I approach Ithiel Town, I decide to bike into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any office in township. As Im fueling up, I notice a couple of girls a few pump over checking me out. Damm—just no metre. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock 'n' roll hard 8-pac, I grab my debris for a quick adjustment. I see one of the female child widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my right leg, and slapping her hand against her rima oris, turns her pass to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my tank, I proceed into the stock to take one more peeing, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the mens room, I notice on the wall, a whole line up of cowboy charge."Fuck ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few second, pick out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the pile of boxes, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my articulatio humeri."screwing it—everybody seems to want me to be cowboy, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the bang, and a hat I grabbed on the comeback. The girl rings me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on pump 7 ”. She looks at me a mo, decided I guess whether to card me for the smokes, but then I guess deciding I spent enough money, and just total 's me out."One LXXX, hun"I snap off the twenties, and she bags up the flush, and I put the cowman hat on my headspring. Strolling across the lot, back to my landrover, a few vehicles are moving in front end of me. I pause to let them decease, but one beau is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my right wing hand, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my bushy pits. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car head on. Nothing John Major mind you, just a tap. I could n't help but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get rest home before mom, or in case Dustin were to inflame up and freak out cause I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the wire. I quietly sneak into the house, and into the kitchen. Opening the electric refrigerator, I take a few slugs of cocoa Milk. Damm I loved that darn. Then taking a peep insides Dustin 's elbow room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my room, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock draftsman', and drop in the last of the Johnny Cash. One More straightaway piss, then discase down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a farsighted day, and I was beat .