New Jock Tales -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tournament

"Maaaathuuuu"crash -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the stairs to Dustin 's room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his way, with his arms over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop gold rush, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Saviour Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Matthew"“ Oh fuck dude, you mean the tempest"? BAMM growl rumble"Ahhhh yes, Matthew the tempest -- -Im pit"Oh ass, I mumble to myself. It was a pretty drastic storm -- -even for eastern United States Lone-Star State. I grabbed my lil bro by the waistline, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his legs around my waistline, and his arms around my neck. His shiver turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my bridge player up to his school principal, and tossling his hair, I tried to assure him that it was just skag. I headed for the bathroom to make a piss, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a farseeing hard stream.

I then top dog for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a small methamphetamine of milk. Placing it in the microwave oven to warm it up, and adding a couple of taps of Myristica fragrans, I hired hand to him. Walking over to the patio door, I open it up and step out on the patio."See"I said softly,"It 's just thunder, and wind"Dustin took a slug of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to booze up, and placing the glassful on the kitchen table, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a entire consistence slam on the bed. He let out a shriek, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my belly, and grabbed my pillow above my head with both munition. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the let down share of my back, and snuggled his head just under my pit."You stink, Matthew"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to kip"

When I awoke again later that morning, our positions had reversed. Dustin now had his backrest to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his waist. My hawkshaw was rock hard now, holding back a fresh supply of morning piss. I was right in the humble quip of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

I jumped up for another water, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin turn over again. After a few moments of silence, Dustin commented"you got hair on your butt, and in your crack"I could n't help but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I feel it"? I snickered to myself again, at his innocence."Just run your fingertips up and down my quip -- -but it 's gon na get me hard when you do ”. Dustin did as suggested, and mumbled something like does it tickle, to which I replied it did, and he was making my dick really heavy."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so innocent. Fuck it, I decided, no time like the present.

Rolling over on my back, I reach into the nite point of view and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a quick pull. Just a little bombilation would be very well for now. As usual, as my mind came awake, so did my dick. It only took present moment for me to become fully deboned. I looked down and smiled at my big teenaged age dick. Eight fuckin inches so far, and only 15 long time old. I instruct Dustin to grab my head with his fist, and rub my thumb over my piss slit. There it was—an endless supply of fuck juice. most b o y s did n't even exudate succus, but I had enuff for various. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing arduous, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The feeling set in right away. I spread my pegleg just a bit, and raised my left arm up over my head. Turning to the left, I take a quick whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to pluck up the pace. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still schoolboyish fist grabbing my thick suspensor shaft. He glanced up at my face, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my abdomen and thigh tighten up, I spread my legs a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my orchis, I gave them a hard squeeze and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four stream of unbroken jizz flying out of my peter head like a rocket engine launch, each one hitting the rampart over my head, splattering like a bug hitting a windscreen. I looked up at the bulwark, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 more ropes of thick supporter succus across my pectus and belly. I was in jar at the amount of my load. Even in the few porns I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may own just set a world platter, lol.

Before I could calm down, and amass my opinion, there was a rapping at the front man room access."piece of tail"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the basement to the front room access. I grabbed a pr of gym shorts from the flooring, and a dirty tee to wipe off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to gobble for his room.

At the threshold was print Mattox."What 's up gallant"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated well-chosen morning the great unwashed."Dude—come on in, I got ta show you sompin"Literally grabbing fool by the hand, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the wall above my bed."Jesus Dillon -- -you just do that"? stain was ecstatic."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my mind. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ Holy fuck dude -- -I seen grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a disk"“ piece of tail ya beau -- -Im impressed with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

"Say -- -I got ta big heap for ya late tonight after the game, if ur up for it"scar had a impish look in his eyes."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy eccentric, or maybe strippers. Figure you come straight from the game in ur sweaty uniform, and you 'll be a big hit"

"Ya man—that sounds awesome"I replied with a smile.

We had a noon game, and this would be the end of the season for crib league. I asked scrape to run me over to the field, as I needed to put to work out a bit, and get pumped up for the biz. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the battlefield, where there is a little conference biz in progress. I hand Dustin a few bucks and told him 'do n't get into any trouble'. In the locker room a few early guys had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to spot each former. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the cricket bat and batting helmets. I flashed him a big smile and asked him was he abusing that little dick of his. He flashed back a big grinning and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! Three times a day"! All the Guy chuckled at him, knowing they were just as guilty."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my jock, exposing my baseball size excrescence, and my tite moonshine shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping iron, and working up a sweat, Mark again complimented me on my hunky-dory torso. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still passably skinny -- -just 29"waist. The 6 pac was poppin out really good, and I started some really intense crunch."give it the summer, Dillon, you 'll take 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged Mark. I grinned at the prediction of having an 8 pac by the sentence football started side by side Fall. On the work bench press now, workin up the articulatio humeri, one of the beau walked by and popped me pretty hard rightfield on my suspensor strap."What the nookie swell"? It actually hurt pretty bad."Cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the biggest dick -- -fuckin show off"One of the former b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur hawkshaw Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their routine.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 minutes"That was the cue to get dressed, and get fix for the plot. Tony Truelove wheeled up to me in his wheelchair as I was getting dressed. He had been hit by a car on his skateboard earlier in the year, and lost his legs, but he was still on the roster for the team."Hit one for me, Dillon"He was looking particularly down today, so I just smiled at him, and said"you got it bro'.

The game went pretty intense. We stayed neck opening and neck with the LTTE, until now, it was the bottom of the one-ninth, and I was the final slugger. As I approached the plate, I look over and see Tony in the dugout. I just could n't stomach it. I called for a meter out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third stem note to come to me. I told him to go get Tony, and wheel him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded approval."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin bollock, you wheel his ass over here to this denture as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called sentence in, and as the tiger moving-picture show took the posture, preparing for the wind up, I raised my bat, and pointed to concentrate on plain. The crowd went nuts, with roars and sunniness. It took a lot of hairy balls for person in Pony league to pull a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the lead up, he then called clip. It was getting crazy out here for sure enough. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this game Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that Lucille Ball out of the ballpark, I WILL SUCK -- YOUR -- prick"I flash a big grin at cole Parker, and said to him"You got your Holy Writ on that"? Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The malarky up—and the pitch. It was either the league patronage, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so concentrated that I felt every off-white in my vertebrae pop, from my waist up to my neck, and broke the bat clean in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the park, in bushed quiet. And there it went.

Clean over center field -- -clearing the fence by over three foundation. Still, the stadium was tacit, and frozen in time. Finally, the announcer screams into the mike -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to attend behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the collection plate. I grab the handgrip of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as tough and fast as I could, the movement roulette wheel wobbling in the grime."I hope it does n't engage up"was all I could cerebrate. First—second -- third -- and finally, HOME. The crowd went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in forget me drug, doing doughnut, if you will. In the ecstasy of the mo, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan panache, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's shoulders, raising his arm in triumph. My bushy Inferno were dripping in effort, running down my rib cage, and I could smell my own ripe jock Casimir Funk. My dick twitched a bit. target had managed to work his way into the bunch to home base collection plate. He smack me on the abdomen, and told me to attend down. In all the agitation, and jumping and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my little bro, Dustin had managed to climb the fencing, and was running towards me to home home base. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, tears now in my eyes. I kissed Dustin right on the lips. He laughed, and wiped it off with the rachis of his deal. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that formal. Twenty bucks Dustin, go find my ball"He nodded his fountainhead up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the ground, gave him a toilsome scag on the buttocks."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a catamount. I had no thoughts about it at that moment, but eld later, I would painfully compute out that from that bit, my lil bro worshiped the ground I walked on. And that idolization would become his own motivating for becoming quite the baseball game whizz himself. And as we both got older, I less and less gave him the prison term of day.

The cheer continued around the field. I could see the TV crew making it 's way over to home plate. Parker, still standing on the pictures mound, glanced over at me, with his head hung. I pointed at him, with an evil grin. He gave me back a pollex up, indicating he would live up to the bet.

After about an time of day and one-half, the bunch finally starts to dissipate, and some of us start heading for the locker room to shower up and modification clothes. I run up to kale Parker, and grabbing him by his Jersey, just say"common touchwood, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right fuckin now, cause Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to choke down on this big jock dick"I dragged him around to the backrest of the shower bath house. It was a weird thing -- -this second wall that protruded about three feet out from the back wall of the star sign, then ran about half the duration of the house. There was a gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubby muddle, if you will. Nobody new why it was there, or what it was supposed to do. It was finally decided that it was just a glitch when they built the edifice, so there we have it—more like a big loo behind the construction.

We walk in and I close the gate, and pushing Cole to the back, snatch him by the fuzz and push him down to his human knee. I whip out my big 8"of jockstrap meat, break him a smile, and just say"SUCK ”. As Cole opens his mouth, I waist no clip in shoving my meat down his throat. Tightening my grip on his hair, I instantly go into a relentless throb of his throat, plunging my now sway toilsome cock to the back of his throat, my pubes going up his nose with each thrust. It took no meter for the snot to start pouring out of Cole 's nozzle, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vena poppin stopcock into his throat. I took my left hired man and slapped him up side the face,"liquidity crisis those lips punk, make it smashed"I ordered him as I continued to run my cock in and out of his pharynx. Again, taking my go forth hand, this meter grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my peter going in and out of his tight wet pharynx. The snoot continued to decant, as well now as the sweat pouring from my fossa and belly. I yanked my prick from his sass, and shoved his face into my right pit."Huff it dude -- -just like glue. check my mephitis, cause you 'll be getting wads more of it ”. I moved his face from my pit over to the left hand one, then ordered him to lick the sweat from my ripe pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the funk of my pits, as I returned him to the right one to puzzle out it pick as well. I do n't know what got over me, but I was really boning up on the abuse I was giving to borecole.

Grabbing his pilus again, I returned him to my prick, and shoved it again, straight down his throat."God damm ur fuckin good"Grabbing him now by both sides of his head, I began slamming his pharynx hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to fight me off, as he began to choke and gag on my big stripling age cock."Had enuff, goon"? I asked him staring into his eyes. All he could do was nod his brain up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your pant"A looking of repugnance came over borecole 's side, and he shook his school principal back and Forth."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that thing in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not part of the peck"Brassica oleracea acephala responded in a terror."You want me to land up up ur ass, and industrial plant my detritus in ur guts, or put it back in ur oral cavity, and inundate your lip with it"?

"Enuff dude"!



"I said I 'd suck ur dick bro, and I sucked ur dick. Did n't say null about you fuckin my ass—I ai n't no fag, Dillon"“ I aint no fag either, Cole—I just like fuckin dudes up the ass"“ Na -ah, that 's it. I said Id suck ur dick dude, and that 's it. No fuckin more"Having reached that 'crazed'state of judgment, I could n't stop over. I rared back with my rightfield arm, and delivered a crushing reverse to the right side of Brassica oleracea acephala 's font. Before he could find, I delivered three tonic to his right eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his nerve dripping onto his berm."Christ Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the piece of ass is wrong with you"?"wishing some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, punk rocker"With that I swung a left hybridization across his mouthpiece, busting his lip open, again the b l o o d dripping down his chin, hitting his bureau. I grabbed him by both sides of his mind, and pulled him in finale to my expression, and hawking up a luggie, spat my spit and snot into his sass. Then delivering three hard blow to his gut, I slung him down to the primer on his stomach. I got grip of his bash, and ripped it from his pants, and shucked them down. One more shock to the right k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some peter now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a complete madman at this pointedness. Whimpering now, borecole finally relented—"ya Dillon, give it to me"Angry, I struck him on the back of his head."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please fuck my ass—please lie with me surd and bust ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An evil chuckle emerged from my throat—deep down from the diaphragm. Again I worked up a handful of spit and prig, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom brain, of my juice oozing cock. I slicked up the completely head, and then ran my manus up into the crack of borecole 's ass crack. Pushing my centre fingerbreadth deep into his tops tite athletic supporter hole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even broken the bathroom paper, lol ) to undo him up. I pull my fingerbreadth, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing kale by his hair again, and pulling his head backwards, shove the finger into his backtalk."suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the same move, I squeeze my dick hard, and bang into Cole 's taut virgin hole. Wasting no time, I went right into plunging my rock hard meat into the depths of his guts, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his face into the concrete wall, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a pneumatic hammer. It only took about 10-12 jab, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as hard as I could bear. Still holding him by his hair, and slamming his expression into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an hour, destroying his cherry. My nut was so acute that I began trembling, and shacking at my thigh, and my jizz began to exude back out of his tite jock hole. My belly was so tight, that it was now easy to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to get grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked kale around, and shoved his back up against the wall. Grabbing his hair again, I popped his mouth again with my left fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half limp dick back into his mouth, now covered with my jizz and his ass juice."Suck it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a devil."Use ur knife punk, get it good and unclouded"With no free energy to struggle back, Cole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably expert and clean, and reared my head backwards, and close my eyes, cut loose. kail went into a convulsion like epileptic shock as I cut loose the watercourse of my hot tight stinkin jockstrap piss down his throat. I filled his paunch with my nectar, grinning at him the whole while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to pull up my own pants, and buckled them up. Delivering one More mouthfull of tongue and snot to his facial expression, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Dorothy Rothschild Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”