New jock Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony conference

I guess I was just a have jock—I considered myself lucky. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not real number 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 whirl of my ass, and a middling nice 'bush'in my endocarp, and hanging 7 1/2"of putz. To to the highest degree of the other guy on the baseball game team, I guess I was intimidating.

young woman came at me like weirdo, and I was smart enough to detect a few glances from the guy cable as well, 'specially in the locker room. Pussy was promiscuous -- -I got my first objet d'art last year.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a sports nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood juvenility. It was organized in 1951 at President Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that meter period of time, It served as a transition league from tykes, or Contopus virens, to the up-coming high school.

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

We had a middling hot n sweaty practice session this one good afternoon. Even though a saltation sport—it got hot in TX pretty fast. My shoes had gotten kinda tight as my feet were growing like I was feeding them plant food -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big feet, and shaft : ) I shucked them, and my sock off, and tying the lace together, slung them over my shoulder -- -a jock thing : ) Walking across the mild grass of the field to the field house, barefooted, and into the locker room, I wasted no prison term stripping down and heading for the showers. A lot of bios that age were still fainthearted about being in figurehead of another gallant naked, mostly cause they really had n't developed much. Only about five or so of us actually showered up after practice. I just did it mostly to show off : )

So I hit the shower fountainhead, and sour the piddle to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the tone as it hit my binding, and I held my arms up behind my head, exposing my stinkn fossa. Some said I was always showin off, effort I did n't front the shower school principal. I just told them, naa—I just aint shy.

So it came to be on this day, that the squad ass-hole, Rebel Bradly, decided he had to pee-pee a comment about my big peter. I do n't really recollect what he said, but I responded with something like he was uncanny for making fun of the dude with the braggy shaft on the squad. He shot me back with something like, I was a freak, and I just laughed at him and said something like"Ya, that 's what ur sister said conclusion dark too ”. He came at me across the shower floor, but just before he got within sleeve reach, I pulled back and frigid cocked him upside his school principal. He jumped from the trading floor, but again I got 3 quick papa to his lip, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his chest and stomach, and washed down the drain.

The whole room got really quite, and greyback just laid there for a minute, collecting his cerebration, I guess. I took a glimpse across the room at the early guys, and grinning, just said 'silver mitt'. Deciding that this was n't going to end it, I walk over and grab him by the hair, and commit him to where his head is just level with my prick."So Bradly -- -you like my dick, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, half way to my knee, all bushy and shit ?"“ Bet you wish you could pertain it, huh ?"“ screwing off, Dillon"“ Fuck off you say, ? Ya, I might fuck off—fuck off in ur sassing, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few grin and elbow punch gave me the juice to go through with it. I never stood down.

"I seen you checking me out dude—admiring my big jock dick. I mean, it 's kool and all, be kool to see who sucks better -- -your sis, or you"I surmisal still nonentity knew—it was in fact Bradly 's sister that I busted my cherry over a match of old age ago. This, of course, got me just the response I wanted. As the early bois started laughing, Johnny jumped from the trading floor and reared back to take a lilt. But, I blocked his awkward golf stroke, and once again, delivered 3 intemperately pops to his rima oris, right at the same place. 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 decimal point Im about half punishing, and running my left paw into his mouth, I say to him in a thick growling vocalisation, 'suck me'. The formula on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na make this clotheshorse suck my dick—right here in the exhibitor, in nominal head of half the team ? You damm skippy I was -- -no fear."I said suck me punk, or I 'll go for your teeth next ”.

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

f o r c e s him forward, and himself demands"sucking it, fag"Bradly hesitates, then Kelso hits him in the book binding of the head. I heard a couplet of the dudes mutter"piece of ass this shucks -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his mouth, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ in in, and push it all the way down his throat, burying my jock cock to the pubes."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite excited."suck ur masters dick b o y ”. As I hold on to the top of Bradly 's haircloth, I begin pumping his throat like a porn maven. In and out, in rapid fashion, I dicked him down like a composition of kernel. It took only a few present moment for me to ball up my dust down his pharynx, and he choked up my jizz from his belly. I just looked at him, and laughed like a crazy man.

Assuming he was done, he started to stand, but I grabbed his hair again, and just said"uh-uh strong-armer -- -you got ta take care of my assistant now ”. As Bradly opened his mouth in incredulity, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh hell ya"I glance over to the lockers, and see the few that were dressing Begin to give. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the same handling. Im the captain, and you will do what the shtup I tell you"They just sat on the judiciary, some of them watching. dead reckoning they decided not to essay me.

"Suck him punk rock -- -suck that big athlete rooster. Suck him good too -- -or I 'll bust you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's tool like his aliveness depended on it. I guess from a sealed percentage point of view, it did. Do n't know if he had sucked a dick before, but the b o y was damm good. Kelso, in like fashion as my self, skull fucked his pharynx like a crazed mad man. It only took present moment for him to bollix his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both sides of his head, Kelso slammed his backtalk about 5 prison term, pubic region to teeth, blowing hot athletic supporter jizz down his throat. Pretty impressive, I thought to myself. It would be a couple of age yet, but eventually I would come to know the taste of that wooden-headed 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 trashy vox"Had enuff Bradly -- -that enough hammer for one day"? He shook his question up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the storage locker area, where he fell into the little group sitting on the Bench. After a promptly rinse, Kelso and me exited the shower bath room, and joined the rest to get dressed.

"This is literal simpleton -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can expect waaaaay worse penalization. What happens here, check here"A few month later, about of those guys present that day, would become the founding member of, 'The rhomb Dawgs'.

"Now—Anybody that wants to come over later, I got beer, and booby ”. I look over at Bradly, still sitting on the bench, looking like he 's waiting on his future orderliness."You too Bradly -- -you got ur penalization ”