New jock Tales—Freshman class -- Chptr 12 -- Happy 4th of July

summer had been enceinte -- -and so was life sentence. I had coined my own little idiom --

"one favourable white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock pes now at a 12, poppin 8 surd squares of abs, 9"of mineral vein poppin cock, and that severe round of golf hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pitfall. I tried to keep myself in stop, and not swash, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than most elder.

But not just the awful bod, but life in superior general. Living the fantasy of taking our newcomer squad to a state backup was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a skillful house in a moderate neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was groovy at jackin my prick for me—he loved to watch me nut : ) Mom had a right job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all fantasy selling my big athletic supporter dick to pretty often whomever wanted it. Old perverts and centre age mountain lion were the best -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a Lebanese pound, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-involved or anything, really the openhanded fascination was the sum of money of junk I blew every sentence I popped a encumbrance. I had played around with plenty guy by now to earn it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 metre more than normal—and space as well. inferno I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken rope of loggerheaded jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot decent succus by now to hold populated a small town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and chief upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday morning time cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this chocolate"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ wellspring damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't give my lil bro very much care these days—between the mowing problem ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer boxing, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't have much free time. And football game practice would start out up in just 3 weeks -- -jeez. I was going to have to start working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the physical body I had, shit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more than after strength education. first team would be a lot harder than fresher football. The guy wire would be way bigger. And the strong point training would benefit the packing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guy rope, for no reason at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a yoke of sips of my coffee tree there was a whang at the room access. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front door and opening it, I liked to have lost my prick. There stood Saint Mark Mattox, and Maurice Daniel Jones."What the fuck do you fucks want ?"I was pretty self-important and throaty. Dustin jumps from the lounge and thunderbolt for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day net year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the theatre from having r a p e d my ass the dark before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the crap motorcycle. Im thinking I want some drum, too : )

"We just wan na lecture, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ Football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."Come on Matthew—we just wan na talk of the town."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 seat each in the beanbags, and I in the reclining chair. I assumed an arrogant position, slumping down in the hot seat, and spreading my hairy muscled branch, just enough to let my junk hang free, and seeable from their slant."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's fairly simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity squad from graduation. This class will be every bit as hard as last class"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and head for the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym short pants, and cut loose a warm brawny piss. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cup of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the Sami position, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a light-colored tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square in the oculus, I simply mumbled,"suck my pecker ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hate look, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the command."You want that jersey ? suction my dick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."CRAWL you black-market son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a here and now, and glancing over at Mark Mattox, Maruice drops to his men and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulder now buried right between my hairy muscled thigh, suck in my one-half hard dick in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my drumhead, locking them together, and take a more stretched out slack in the chairwoman. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scene. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice lip, relishing the feel of his deep black lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling cock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty voice. As Maurice tightens the clutches of his brim, and moving from my piss slit to my loins with each apparent motion, I step up the pace of fucking his oral fissure, now hitting the spine of his pharynx with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each meter he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nose, which just brought an vicious grin to my cheek.

Usually the morning nut is one of the inaugural thing 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 hair's-breadth into my own nose. As I felt my dick throb at my funk, I bring my limb down, and engage my script around the back of Maurice headland. Giving him a brutal thrust down his pharynx, and raising my hips up off the electric chair, I unload. Shot after shot of my stocky 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 bowel. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snot into Maurice face. Finally letting go, he comes off my shaft, and rests back on his haunches.

As the room grows silent, I cross my legs at the mortise joint, and just sit there playing with my balls.

I monastic order Maurice to turn around, back on all fours, and to bury his face in the floor. Looking over at Mattox, with the same stern face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a brilliance, and I return the same. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of mental attitude if nothing else. I figure him to be pretty neat, but like me, he did suffer a thing for some tite greasy man hole. If for no former understanding, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and sheds his jean. Still wearing his tee shirt, and socks, I thought it was a sexy look. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his stifle behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."Fuck no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his point back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty respectable lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the snapper of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a momentaneous admiration of his pretty impressive dick. Gospel According to Mark was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin midst. Pretty slender, he had the shape I would later call 'zero waistline channel'. As he strokes up to get his massive piece of ass stupefy punishing, I blurt out,"No-wait. suction that maw. Edvard Munch that melanise ass out, and get him muddy ”. Mattox resisted, saying it was n't his matter. 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 crack. Pushing his mouth into it 's dark black crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream cone ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such abasement himself. Being pretty straight person, I did n't see him as the type that would sacrifice such a nasty act for mortal else. But -- -I was totally getting off on it, and was getting boned up again. Damm, ca n't keep open my lil monster down : )

I ordered crisscross to amaze it in, and fuck the shit outta Maurice jam."Get up in them guts, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the professorship, and walked over to a box of the elbow room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a look of fearfulness in his case. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his chest turns red, and sweat kickoff pouring from his nether region, and frontal bone, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a picayune puppy. Close sufficiency, I decide.

As the moment arrives, chump takes a final v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice catgut, and with the clenching of his dentition, and squeezing his ass nerve, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely scare the piece of ass out of Dustin, I assumed still in his elbow room. Just as gull begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the trading floor on his paunch, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's back and shoulders, then toss it to the face. 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 aid. I walk up to him, and kicking him in the costa, tell him to roll over onto his rachis. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, Holy Order him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur backtalk fag, and suck him clean"I draw my fist back, but with the terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up scrape 's still half tough dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his dick.

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 tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the laces on my PF Flyers, I grunt through my teeth,"I aint such a pussy 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 imbibe 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 much attention these Clarence Shepard Day Jr., but I did love the little nooky. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my respectable Zen smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A lambency comes across his fount, and almost cry, 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 chocolate cake ”. Justin lambency like it was Christmas. As Mark and Maurice approach the breast door, I finish up with"And I think Gospel According to Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just limelight at me, prolly thinking, 'what an dickhead'.