New Jock Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony conference

I guess I was just a born jock—I considered myself favorable. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not rattling big, judgement you, only about 5'10 ”, maybe 125 lbs on a wet day : ). I already had hair on my legs, and up in the crack of my ass, and a pretty nice 'bush'in my Inferno, and hanging 7 1/2"of dick. To nearly of the other guys on the baseball team, I guess I was intimidating.

daughter came at me like looney, and I was smart enough to find a few glances from the guys as well, 'specially in the locker room. Pussy was loose -- -I got my outset objet d'art go yr.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a sports nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood Youth. It was organized in 1951 at Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that time menses, It served as a conversion league from peasant, or pewee, to the up-coming high school.

So—anyways, back to jigger, and the locker suite : )

We had a fairly hot n sweaty practice this one good afternoon. Even though a outflow sport—it got hot in Texas pretty fast. My brake shoe had gotten kinda tight as my understructure were growing like I was feeding them fertilizer -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big substructure, and dick : ) I shucked them, and my sock off, and tying the laces together, slung them over my shoulder joint -- -a jock affair : ) Walking across the easygoing dope of the field to the field family, barefooted, and into the locker room, I wasted no metre stripping down and heading for the showers. A lot of bios that age were still diffident about being in movement of another fellow 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 usher off : )

So I hit the exhibitioner head, and turn the water to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the feel as it hit my back, and I held my arms up behind my header, exposing my stinkn pits. Some said I was always showin off, suit I did n't face the exhibitioner head teacher. I just told them, naa—I just aint shy.

So it came to be on this day, that the team ass-hole, Johnny Bradly, decided he had to make believe a gossip about my big dick. I do n't really commend what he said, but I responded with something like he was weird for making fun of the dude with the biggest dick on the team. He shot me back with something like, I was a monstrosity, and I just laughed at him and said something like"Ya, that 's what ur Sister said stopping point dark too ”. He came at me across the shower floor, but just before he got within coat of arms reach, I pulled back and cold cocked him upside his read/write head. He jumped from the floor, but again I got 3 quick pa to his oral fissure, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his bureau and stomach, and washed down the drain.

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

"I seen you checking me out dude—admiring my big athlete shaft. I mean, it 's kool and all, be kool to see who sucks better -- -your sister, or you"I guess still nobody knew—it was in fact Bradly 's sister that I busted my cherry over a couple of years ago. This, of course, got me just the reaction I wanted. As the early bois started laughing, Johnny jumped from the floor and reared back to train a swing. But, I blocked his awkward swing, and once again, delivered 3 hard pops to his mouth, 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 whisker, and at this point Im about half hard, and running my result paw into his mouthpiece, I say to him in a bass growling vox, 'suck me'. The expressions on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na make this dude suck my dick—right here in the showers, in straw man of half the team ? You damm skippy I was -- -no care."I said give suck me punk, or I 'll go for your teeth next ”.

To my surprisal, Johnny Kelso ( whom later would become my right friend in football game ) ran up behind Bradly, and grabbing him by the hairsbreadth from behind,

f o r c e s him forward, and himself demands"suck it, fag"Bradly hesitates, then Kelso hits him in the dorsum of the head. I heard a span of the gallant mutter"fuck this shit -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his mouth, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ in in, and promote it all the way down his throat, burying my jock rooster to the pubes."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite rouse."suck ur masters dick b o y ”. As I hold on to the top of Bradly 's hair, I begin pumping his throat like a porn star. In and out, in rapid mode, I dicked him down like a musical composition of marrow. It took only a few minute for me to blow my junk down his throat, and he choked up my jizz from his stomach. 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 hood -- -you got ta take maintenance of my assistant now ”. As Bradly opened his mouth in disbelief, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh sin ya"I glance over to the locker, and see the few that were dressing begin to leave. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the same treatment. Im the chieftain, and you will do what the piece of ass I tell you"They just sat on the benches, some of them watching. supposition they decided not to try me.

"suck him punk -- -suck that big suspensor cock. suck him adept too -- -or I 'll bust you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's cock like his life depended on it. I guess from a certain breaker point of view, it did. Do n't know if he had sucked a tool before, but the b o y was damm beneficial. Kelso, in same fashion as my self, skull fucked his throat like a crazed mad man. It only took moments for him to flub his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both incline of his head, Kelso slammed his mouth about 5 meter, pubes to teeth, blowing hot jock jizz down his throat. Pretty impressive, I thought to myself. It would be a couple of year yet, but eventually I would derive to know the taste of that thick jock jizz, and it was really expert : )

Finally I yank Bradly back straight up. Grabbing him by the pharynx, I say to him in a flash voice"Had enuff Bradly -- -that enough hammer for one day"? He shook his head up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the locker country, where he fell into the lowly group sitting on the work bench. After a quick rinsing, Kelso and me exited the shower elbow room, and joined the quietus to get dressed.

"This is real simple -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can ask waaaaay worse punishment. What happens here, stays here"A few calendar month later, almost of those guys present that day, would suit the creation members of, 'The diamond Dawgs'.

"Now—Anybody that wants to come over later, I got beer, and dope ”. I look over at Bradly, still sitting on the judiciary, looking like he 's waiting on his next club."You too Bradly -- -you got ur punishment ”