New athlete Tales—Freshman Year -- Chptr 12 -- Happy 4th of July

summertime had been bully -- -and so was life story. I had coined my own footling idiomatic expression --

"one lucky flannel boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock feet now at a 12, poppin 8 severe public square of abs, 9"of venous blood vessel poppin cock, and that heavy rhythm hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in nominal head of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pits. I tried to keep myself in hinderance, and not brag, or get a big top dog about it all. Damm, I had more shit than most senior.

But not just the awe-inspiring bod, but life in superior general. Living the illusion of taking our fledgling team to a state patronage was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice house in a tame neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was with child at jackin my tool for me—he loved to keep an eye on me nut : ) Mom had a thoroughly job. And I was knocking down Cash beyond all fancy selling my big jock shaft to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old degenerate and middle age cougar were the best -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of Agriculture choice. typical fee—about $ 1.50 a British pound, lol.

I tried to consider that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the amount of junk I blew every clip I popped a lode. I had played around with decent guys by now to realize it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 times more than normal—and space as well. nether region I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough juice by now to give populated a lowly townspeople. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and pass upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sabbatum aurora cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya Gospel According to Matthew"“ fountainhead damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't give my lil bro lots attention these days—between the mowing jobs ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summertime boxing, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't have much rid metre. And football game practice would set off up in just 3 workweek -- -jeez. I was going to consume to come out working out just any day now. Not after heavy muscles—I liked the build I had, shit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after specialty training. varsity would be a lot harder than neophyte football. The guys would be way bigger. And the intensity level training would benefit the pugilism as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guy wire, for no reason at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na ache you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a duet of sips of my coffee there was a knock at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the nominal head room access and opening it, I liked to have lost my turd. There stood Mark Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the piece of ass do you fuck want ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day in conclusion year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the planetary house from having r a p e d my ass the night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the dirt cycle. Im thinking I want some membranophone, too : )

"We just wan na talk, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ football game ”."Not fuckin likely ”."Come on Matthew—we just wan na talk."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 tail end each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an self-important position, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled ramification, just enough to let my junk hang free, and visible from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's jolly wide-eyed Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity team from graduation. This yr will be every bit as hard as last year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and read/write head for the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym short, and cut loose a impregnable powerful piss. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cupful of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same situation, spreading my hairy wooden leg, then giving a illume tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice public square in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my peter ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred face, even though he had been there before. After just a few second base, I repeated the program line."You want that T-shirt ? sucking my dick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."crawl you black son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a mo, and glancing over at German mark Mattox, Maruice drops to his custody and knee joint and actually crawled over to me, and with his berm now buried right between my hairy muscled thighs, sucks in my one-half concentrated hawkshaw in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my principal, locking them together, and take a more stretched out slump in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scenery. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice sassing, relishing the tone of his midst black lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling turncock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty voice. As Maurice tightens the grip of his sassing, and moving from my puddle slit to my os pubis with each move, I step up the pace of fucking his oral cavity, now hitting the rear of his throat with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each clip he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nozzle, which just brought an evil smile 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 60 minutes now since I got up. I take a nimble seeing red of my aright pit, burying my bushy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick throb at my blue funk, I bring my arms down, and lock my paw around the back of Maurice nous. Giving him a brutal driving force down his throat, and raising my hips up off the president, I unload. shot after shot of my boneheaded 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 guts. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snoot into Maurice face. Finally letting go, he comes off my dick, and rests back on his haunches.

As the room grows silent, I cross my peg at the articulatio talocruralis, and just sit there playing with my formal.

I Holy Order Maurice to rick around, back on all fours, and to bury his human face in the trading floor. Looking over at Mattox, with the Same stern face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a limelight, 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 have a thing for some tite greasy man hole. If for no other ground, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and sheds his dungaree. Still wearing his tee shirt, and socks, I thought it was a sexy looking at. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knees behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."Fuck no—spit on him ”. fall guy kinda moved his fountainhead back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty good lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the marrow of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a momentary admiration of his pretty impressive dick. mark was hung about 10 ”, and extremely fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later call 'zero waist stock'. As he strokes up to get his monolithic fuck bond hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. Suck that hole. Munch that black ass out, and get him soggy ”. 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 second of hesitation, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his oral fissure into it 's dark-skinned shameful 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 chagrin himself. Being pretty straight, I did n't see him as the case that would sacrifice such a nasty act for individual else. But -- -I was totally getting off on it, and was getting boned up again. Damm, ca n't prevent my lil monster down : )

I ordered Mark to stick it in, and fuck the dump outta Maurice hole."Get up in them guts, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chair, and walked over to a niche of the room, and fished out a baseball game bat. Positioning myself just to the right of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a posture with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a look of fear in his case. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite oleaginous mess. As his chest of drawers turns red, and sweat starts pouring from his pits, and os frontale, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a picayune puppy. stopping point plenty, I decide.

As the moment arrives, cross takes a final v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice grit, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely frighten off the fuck out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as stain begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the storey on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's spine and shoulders, then toss it to the side. chump lets out a b l o o d curling howler, 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 ribs, tell him to turn over over onto his spine. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, fiat him to lay across mark."Get that dick in ur back talk 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 Mark 's still half heavy dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass goop from his dick.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of dungaree, stuffing my low hanging athletic supporter dick down the compensate leg, and state 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 suck my dick -- -every week, for as long as you play. Camp starts in just three weeks—I suggest you start working out ”.

As we climb the stair, back into the kitchen, I glance in at Dustin heavily involved in the toon. I grin at him. Was n't showing him a lot attention these days, but I did love the short fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my honorable Elvis smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil cocksucker -- -- ur a fuckin teen ”. A glow comes across his expression, and almost crying, 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 bar ”. Justin gleams like it was Xmas. As target and Maurice approach the front door, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just glare at me, prolly thinking, 'what an asshole'.