New Jock Tales—Freshman Year -- Chptr 12 -- felicitous 4th of July

summer had been great -- -and so was liveliness. I had coined my own little phrase --

"one golden white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jockstrap understructure now at a 12, poppin 8 strong squares of abs, 9"of mineral vein poppin rooster, and that severe bout hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my shaggy pit. I tried to keep myself in stay, and not tout, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more snitch than most elder.

But not just the amazing bod, but liveliness in general. Living the fantasy of taking our Freshman team to a state backing was still improbable -- -there was really no way we should feature accomplished that. We lived in a nice house in a moderate neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my dick for me—he loved to find out me nut : ) Mom had a good job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all illusion selling my big jock dick to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old perverts and centre age catamount were the dear -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA pick. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a punt, lol.

I tried to conceive that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the measure of junk I blew every time I popped a incumbrance. I had played around with enough guys by now to actualise it was monolithic. I 'd say maybe 5 prison term more than normal—and distance as well. Hell I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken circle of thickly supporter jizz. Damm, I prolly shot decent juice by now to have populated a pocket-size Town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off shortstop and head upstairs for some coffee tree. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday morning cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this coffee tree"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ fountainhead damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't throw my lil bro much attention these days—between the mowing Book of Job ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summertime fisticuffs, ( decided to go for amber this year ) I just did n't have much free time. And football praxis would protrude up in just 3 hebdomad -- -jeez. I was going to have to start working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the build I had, shit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but Sir Thomas More after intensity grooming. first team would be a lot harder than fledgling football. The guys would be way bigger. And the potency grooming would gain the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guys, for no understanding at least, but fuck it—if your in that anchor ring, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a dyad of sips of my coffee there was a whack at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the breast door and opening it, I liked to have lost my shucks. There stood sign Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the fuck do you fucks want ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his way. I guess flashbacks from the day last class I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the home from having r a p e d my ass the night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the shit cycle. Im thinking I want some drumfish, too : )

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

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee berry. Did n't even offer up them any. Then down to the basement, they took a rear each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an self-important situation, slumping down in the president, and spreading my hairy muscled wooden leg, just enough to let my junk hang free, and visible from their Angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty childlike 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 head for the bathroom. Standing at the stool, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a secure powerful weewee. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cupful of coffee berry on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the lounger, I assumed the same emplacement, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a luminance tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice second power in the centre, I simply mumbled,"suck my putz ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hate look, even though he had been there before. After just a few minute, I repeated the command."You want that island of Jersey ? Suck my cock ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."CRAWL you black son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at mug Mattox, Maruice drops to his handwriting and knee and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulders now buried right between my hairy muscled thighs, 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 along out falling off in the president. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scene. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouth, relishing the tone of his loggerheaded black mouth as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling cock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty voice. As Maurice tightens the grip of his lips, and moving from my piss slit to my os pubis 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 time he goes down, as my 3"os pubis go up his nose, which just brought an malefic grin to my face.

Usually the morning nut is one of the first 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 quick huff of my right pit, burying my bushy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick throb at my Casimir Funk, I bring my implements of war down, and interlock my helping hand around the back of Maurice psyche. Giving him a brutal thrusting down his throat, and raising my coxa up off the chair, I unload. Shot after shot of my blockheaded 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 juice into his grit. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snot into Maurice face. Finally letting go, he comes off my putz, and rests back on his haunches.

As the elbow room grows silent, I cross my legs at the ankles, and just sit there playing with my egg.

I monastic order Maurice to work around, back on all fours, and to bury his face in the trading floor. Looking over at Mattox, with the like posterior 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 straight, but like me, he did have a thing for some tite oleaginous man hole. If for no other reason, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and molt his denim. Still wearing his tee shirt, and wind cone, I thought it was a sexy expression. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his genu behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lubricator."shtup no—spit on him ”. mark kinda moved his head back and Forth River, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty soundly lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a momentary esteem of his passably impressive dick. marker was hung about 10 ”, and ace fuckin midst. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later call 'zero shank personal line of credit'. As he strokes up to get his massive nooky stick hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. suction that hole. munch that dark 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 hesitation, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass shot. Pushing his oral cavity into it 's dark disastrous crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice pick cone ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such abasement himself. Being pretty straight person, I did n't see him as the case 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 hold on my lil monster down : )

I ordered marker to stick it in, and fuck the shit outta Maurice cakehole."Get up in them guts, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the president, and walked over to a corner of the room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right field of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a position with the bat drawn back behind my pinna, Mattox gets a look of fright in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless throbbing of Maurice tite sebaceous hole. As his chest turns red, and travail starting signal pouring from his pits, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a trivial puppy. closing curtain enough, I decide.

As the moment arrives, Mark takes a net v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice sand, and with the clenching of his dentition, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely affright the nooky out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as score begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his venter, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across score 's back and berm, then throw away it to the English. print 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 costa, tell him to roll over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, monastic order him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him scavenge"I draw my clenched fist back, but with the brat in Maurice nerve, he does as I told him, and slurps up Mark 's still one-half surd dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his cock.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jockstrap dick down the right leg, and distinguish the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the lacing on my PF Flyers, I grunt through my tooth,"I aint such a kitty 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 blow my hawkshaw -- -every week, for as long as you play. Camp starts in just three weeks—I suggest you start working out ”.

As we climb the stairs, back into the kitchen, I glance in at Dustin heavily involved in the cartoons. I grin at him. Was n't showing him lots attention these days, but I did hump the little fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best Elvis smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil bullshit -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A glow comes across his face, and almost call, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget somebody 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 deep brown cake ”. Justin glow like it was Christmas. As Mark and Maurice approach the presence door, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just spotlight at me, prolly thinking, 'what an asshole'.