New supporter Tales—Sophomore yr -- -Chpt 1

summertime had been totally awesome. The best ever. Having finally gotten the landrover was the best part—independently Mobile River, lol. The yard jobs were going great, and the 'personal serving'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a month. That was just about a years earnings for a teenager working region clip at a grocery entrepot.

I took a 3rd station decoration at the motocross meet, which was fine. Mostly just a tenseness allayer, and a chance to get dirty. I also knocked down my first off golden gloves—again not a major thing in my life, but it was kind of cool to just get in the ring and just beat the diddly outta some dude.

Today was the first day of drill. varsity at hold out. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon add up crashing down, and I was gon na finger like the magnanimous mark on the planet, and all I wanted to do was go away.

Practice was nothing like last year. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coaches. And neither of them were worry in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ vertebral column just throwing the testicle to some 9th graders to catch. I mean fuck—no drama, no run, no weights -- -what the fuck. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some haul. speculation he would prolly do it—but with no ascendancy of the team, I could kiss that deal of that squashy head every week goodbye.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three elder. You ca n't be first string—let alone a starter ”. The word of honor hit my brain like a heater."These b o y s got a pipe dream just as big as you—you got to play for the team now, and support them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did have ¼ book binding before you got here. Now, unless you want to view another position for a piece for some more plot time, your going to give the engage the bench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my knees and start suckin putz, huh coach ? reason looks like that 's all the action I 'm gon na get this year ”. Someone had just walked into the room, and all I heard was"woooah there cowboy ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the locker elbow room. Slamming into my locker door made a few capitulum turn. I sat on the bench to take off my cleats, and socks. Did n't even get any Funk going on, not even my pits, cause I had n't done a fuckin affair all day. I tore out of my practice jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the storage locker door. Yanking it open, I threw the Jersey, and cleats into the floor. Sitting back, now coming out of my football drawers, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise threw them and my helmet into the floor of my locker, did n't even annoy to hang anything up.

I grabbed my Levis, but before I could get them on, someone barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the attitude ?"It hit too fast, and too severe. I lunged towards the player, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his tee shirt, slammed him into the row of storage locker just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his pectus and shoving my jock right in his facial expression, I just scream out"does this look like a b o y to you"?

In second about half the player in the way were on me, pulling me off what turned out to be Cameron White—just the starting Senior ¼ back. Cameron jumps up from the floor, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his digit right in my grimace, comes back with"Do n't know what ur problem is Dillon, but you proficient get it in bridle, boi. Your not the wiz here punk— One more than stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Jesus fuckin H Christ—what 's all this racket"? Three of the bus had blasted into the locker elbow room."It 's nothing coach—we got it under control. Dillon there just wanted to worm around with some of the big dawgs ”."Looks like he found out he ai n't all that badd ”, replied one of them. A few chortle were heard, which was just adding fuel to the ardour. I turned back to my locker, and sat again on the bench, just long enough to tie up my PF Flyers, and sling them around my shoulders. I stuffed my tee in my cover pouch, and proceeded out the storage locker elbow room, shirtless, and bare foot. As I exited into the hall, I hear one of the bus hollar"soul git him—see what the fuck is up his ass ”.

I needed to fuck something, And I knew just where to go.

I arrived at 'the spot'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 sea mile North of Ithiel Town on old RT 5. Small dusty route in the heart of nowhere. Some of the older folks in town referred to it as 'that place where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the initiatory fourth dimension I heard that—how the fuck do they know that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of townsfolk truckers, bikers, and mental synthesis character. Pretty rough out dudes mostly, scores of muscles and ink, or maybe some wed dude from town that could n't get headland from their married woman. I went straight to the back of the field to the motel. It only had about 25 rooms, and this of late on a Friday night, I would be golden to still get a room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the jeep off the niche of the building. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my egg cap down over my eyebrow, I stroll into the lobby. Holding my head kinda downwards, I glance up at the salesclerk, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you hold your foreland down so I do n't see your child case, or -- -you waltz in here looking like immortal gift, with all them abs, hoping Im queer and I 'll let you experience a elbow room in exchange for some of that shaft ur packin, or -- -your going to try to take in me consider your really 19, but you do n't experience your ID on ya, after driving out here in the center of no where without it, and would I be really cool and run over to the store and get you a six coterie. So cowboy -- -which is it"?

I raised my head up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'rightfulness in the face, I sheepishly replied,"all that, I guess ”. Jason, looking peeved, fired back at me"you know the kind of fuss I could get in for renting you a room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a slight loony toons smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his head word back and Forth River, and just mumbled"oh fuck man, I dunno ”.

"Look dude, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three scrap today, my better booster told me I was a son of a bitch, It 's the like as anybody else out here—I just wan na empty these balls down somebody 's pharynx. I been pent up for three days now. I wo n't be any hassle, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my insistence, finally turns around and yanks a key off the rack. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me substantial in the centre,"24, back side—in the dark, all the way down. Get ur nut, then get the screw outta here. Got me"?"Ya, I got ya dude—and thanx bro. Oh—you need me to fill out a card or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the threshold, I stop and turn around, and just place upright there."Something else, cowboy"? I grab my dick and pull it down inside my jeans, and flashing a slight smile, just say"the beer"?"sanctum Blessed Virgin, Queen of Scot"replied Jason, rolling his center. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the part, and heads across the parking lot to the 24 hour shop up front on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that room before someone sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and crusade around back to the corner way at the end. It was so coloured I had to leave my headlights on for a arcminute just to see the door whorl and spread out the threshold. Grabbing my gear bag, upon entering the room I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and head heterosexual for the shower. Turning the water to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my back to the spray, I grab the packet of motel shampoo and lather up the hawk. Relaxing under the therapeutic powers of the hot water, I just tilt my head back and come together my centre. I only stay in the shower a few minutes, in spite of how beneficial it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stalling, with dick hanging super low now, I grab a towel off the wrack. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and Forth across my back. Turning around to head for the gear bag again, I stopped numb in my tracks, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the fuck outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the box of the bed, leaning back on his human elbow, with the six pack resting on his shank. He was a pretty good looking buster actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to make sure you were OK ”. I walk towards him, reaching out for the beer. He hands it to me, and I pull a can off the closed chain. Popping it opened, I chug down about ¼ of the can."So—is that your 'professional solution"? Jason chuckled a bit, and just said ya, I guess so. I walked right up to him, with my knees touching his legs. Still dripping wet, I took another slug of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a Son.

So getting the hint that it was his chance to swallow down that big teenage shaft in his nerve, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low wall hanging dick. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my shaft hard. I close my eyes, and placing my script on top of his head, usher him down to the pubes. After a few minute of arc, he 's got me sway hard, and the veins are starting to pop. I yank my swell up cock from his mouth, and retrieving my beer from the credence, finish it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and start drying off."Aight dawg—get the fuck out. I got ta get to solve ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock arduous dick from his back talk, denying his trophy of my sweet yung succus. I told him I would call him when I got done, and he could come back and finish up. He did me a favor, so I was n't going to jet out without returning the same.

As he nodded and headed for the threshold I hollered at him"hey—ok if I smoke some dope in the room"? Jason rolled his eye and headspring again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to build a special jail for me"I took that to mean ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my power train bag again, fishing out the pocket-sized bag of the skinny I had packed. Rolling up a pencil joint, I quickly sucked down the whole thing. Fishing out some windsock, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half hard cock down the the right way leg. I brought my Catapiller work flush for the Nox. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man facial expression, rather than supporter, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the rest into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike up the mohawk—damm, it 's about 4"tall now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the front of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a small town in itself. In addition to the motel, there was a belittled 24 hr food market store— down the road there was a small lake, where you could camp. There was also a low grill—kinda like a waffle family, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make note of that one ), and of course the independent attraction—the dirty book store.

I doubted I had much of a chance at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the body politic like it was, they 're were a few multitude hanging out front of the building. I spied a plastic porch chair near the corner, away from the principal entrance, and decided that would be my best smear. Fishing my smoke, and zippo from my pocket, I lite up a Camel, and take the butt. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the chair back until my shoulder meet the bulwark, and with a couple of fine adjustments reach just the right balance for leaning back on the rear two peg.

Taking a swig of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete pavement, I notice three sheik, about 25 metrical unit in front of me, just to the incline of the row of 18 wheelers parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I conjecture. The dudes appeared to be of the structure persuasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon cask that they had started a flaming in. Two of them were wearing tank tops, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had tremendous pit hair growth. I figured they were around mid 20 to ahead of time 30 or so. Like me, they each had Matthew 's on, and work charge.

"Hey k I d—you old enough to be drinking that shit"one of them shouts as I take another chug of my Bud."You see me doin it, do n't ya"? They work up a tenuous laugh at each former, and I barely hear one of them say"goon got a bit of posture, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda smart ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the chair to the dry land, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my back to the three gallant, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and neglect them to my thigh. Turning my head back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum poke this smart ass ”.

One of the guys playfully slaps the others chest with the back of his script, and they start a mince stroll over towards me. I flip the chairperson around, and pulling my jeans back up, but not buttoning up, acquire a seat backwards in the chair, with my dick and orchis hanging out. I take a nimble whiff on my justly pit, just to register off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately comments on my junk."damm b o y dainty parcel ”. I give him a big smile and respond,"Ya—just think after it bones up to all it 's 10"what it 's gon na feel like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the truth just a bit for the sales agreement pitch ) The bozo look at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty pledge, and one reply"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the spot, I guess those are your bucket truck back at the motel. Your either looking for ass, or your looking to get something up ur ass. Im looking to sleep together some ass, and I got a three day back up in these balls. So, —do we need to talk, or are we wasting each others time"?

About this time Jason rounds the niche headed for the memory. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a calamitous swath ”, and goes on into the store. The three once again start laughing, yep—they were pretty tope, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a lightlessness belt"? I look them steely in the eye, and in my best low growling articulation reply"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three golden baseball mitt ”. ( again, stretching it just a bit )"Ahhh, bad boi, huh"?"When I need to be—let 's just say I ai n't skeered ”. One of the guys fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This fourth dimension, I do the chuckle, and just reply"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a slight football. So I 'm used to getting banged around by guy wire bigger than me—and I just keep going back for more. So—you guys wan na strike a deal, or you just wan na stand there and stare, wondering how sweet my juice is"?

The three just glance around at each other, until one finally shrugs his shoulder joint."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage dick. So—how often"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling dick back into my denim, reach down for my beer, and finish it off. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I start slowly walking across the front of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't show in 15 minutes, I 'll presume you ca n't give it ”. ( how was that for hauteur ? ) I walked around the edifice, and headed across the parking lot back towards my way. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that punk got some posture ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my stone's throw, that earlier the guys had so put me down about."Fuck them"I thought to myself—I like it.

Back at the room I leave the doorway standing open. Being tote up iniquity, there were n't many bugs to debate with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the street corner of the bed, and roll up another roast, taking a couple of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my pitch bag, and spreading my hairy legs pretty wide, I started stroking up at a slow but deliberate pace. It only took import for the blockheaded mineral vein of my diaphysis to swell up, and my big mushroom head to flare out, like a dog. The fuck juice was already flowing, and coating my head, I was ready to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten min, as the three came strolling in the room access. The cobbler's last shut the door, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin christ'. I flash an evil smiling, and just respond,"more like Satan bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 pieces of ass on ur dick, but we just gitten 1 dick each. Probably the more drunk of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his belly."Me kickoff cowboy"Im really getting tired of this cowboy bullshit today. Grabbing the lubricating substance, I hold the bottleful gamey in the air, and constrict out a stream right to his trap. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab buster by the waistline, and slam it in. He lets out a yelping, exclaiming"damm this punk is thick ”. I rear back and extradite the sec barb, and then a third, and then, I go to town. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a distich of minutes, I was panting like I had run a nautical mile.

The fellow was grabbing at sheets like he had a baseball bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh fuck b o y s, get this lunatic off me ! Get him off ! The former two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from dude ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the corner chair. Putting his manus to his face, he just mumbles"damm that spunk is a ogre ”. The next dude, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me next ”.

With the second dude assuming the same position, I start the same handling, grabbing his waist, and slamming it in severe as I could. In just a dyad of hits, he too is crying out for me to ease up a bit. Another evil smile, and Im sure enough nuff now in 'devil way'. I reach up and grab him by the back of his haircloth, and yanking his head back, mumble"shut the fucking up ”, and just keep fuck, like a jackhammer. My nut case were slapping hard against his ass cheeks. I only noticed then that only one of the dudes had any hair on his ass. In a few more arcminute of still taking his pounding, the third dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the buster aside.

"My turn of events now ”. Assuming the Same stain, on the corner of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his pickle, I pause and soak in the beautiful hairy mounds of his ass. He was so impenetrable up in his fracture, that you could barely detect his hole. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't pass up the opportunity, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my case into the rich people pungent foetor of his unwashed ass. He was ripe as fuck, and with just a few Munch of his hairy crack, I drove my tongue as mystifying as I could into his ripe greasy hole. He was funky—I mingy 24-hour interval worth of Casimir Funk ! I sucked on his hole, as I probed it with my glossa. Between the high from the dope, and the stink of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a proper dick down. Only about 10-12 driving force into his backbone, then contestant phone number 3 was ready for me to get out of his ass as well.

I yanked out, and slapped him on his ass, then ordered in a loud throaty voice"on ur human knee ”. The other two followed entourage, and the three of them lined up at the base of the bed, each stroking their own dicks, with mouths surface. I thought to myself what a perfect blackmail pic this would be to testify to their wives, or girlfriend. With knife hanging out, I grab my swollen dick, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally get out it from my egg. Still swelling, and my veins popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to refer I had put on a chrome cockring earlier ), the pressure from my stopcock n musket ball was now reaching it 's high end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting backtalk, I volleyed.

Slinging my substance from left to compensate, I popped the first stream of my thick supporter juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left, for another. Seven times, blasting my roach from left to correct, completely covering their faces in my thick slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my testis, I stand there for a few seconds, while they looked at each former in astonishment, at the massive flood that had drenched each of them. With the pressure now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a inviolable potent current of my steaming hot jockstrap water, and again from left to redress, soaked them down from their capitulum to their pubes. They were covered now, with all my jock succus. I kinda smirk, as they each began to blow their own slews up their dresser 's and bellies, mixing their cum with my piss and jizz. They were a complete mess, lol. But—number three, the hairy foul one, had yet to blow. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy athletic supporter ass right hand in his face, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his face into my ass snap, and licked me up just as I had done him. In only moments, as he drove his tongue into my tite athletic supporter jam, he finally busts. Falling back, with his back into the bed, and his head tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as good as me. Three snap go straight up from his piss slit, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my hairs with his thickly construction jizz. I grin at his powerful explosion, but then five Sir Thomas More shots hit me in the small of my binding, and started trailing down my ass and thigh.

Giving the three of them only a few seconds to find, and spitting into the nerve of the one in the middle, I then order them to get dressed, pay up, and get the piece of tail out. One objects with"do n't we get a towel to wipe off"? I just respond with"fuck no—you got towels in ur own room—wear it ”.

As each of them, almost in sync, get their blue jean on, I bark at them"that 's adept, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 fishes in his pocket, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credenza. I give a friendly shove to the dudes shoulder, and once again barque for them to get out. As they each grab their the boot and golf tee, and go scrambling out the doorway, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up front, catching a smoke.

I give a trashy whistle, and movement for him to add up on down.

As he enters the elbow room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the fuck up, and get this tool in your sass ”. Widening his eyes, Jason fell to his knee, and plunge my still half hard core into his backtalk. Sucking loudly and waterlogged like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of dissonance ) he eagerly took down my slab and in just a few had me boned up again.

I was actually somewhat surprised that I had boned up again so quickly. As soon as he got me effective and punishing, I yanked out of his oral fissure, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his jeans to his ankle joint, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his cheeks. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his waist, and bang it in. Jason lets out a yelp, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one thrust after another. It took a few transactions this time, but I felt my abs stiffen up, and knew it was sentence.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a suction noise as his anus closed shut. Telling him to deform over, I climbed up on top of his chest, and grabbing him by the pharynx, shoved my dick into his mouth. All the way to the back of his throat, I once again burst. Not near as big as a few moments ago of course, but three Mexican valium straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on heart and soul, he shot pretty damm good himself, leaving a watercourse across his chest and belly, and making a nice puddle. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his sassing, I flash him and evil grin, and cut loose another stream of my hot stinkin piss. His eyes widen again, and he starts to judder his head back and Forth, but I just look him in the eye and say"drink it ”. After all—beer piss is best, right ?

He manages to drink in me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the slime coating his throat. As he zips back up, I walk to the credenza and crack off two twenties."Here 's for the room, and beer. Thanx buster"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I guess he was in shock, and as he heads out the room access, I quickly tamp down up, and slide back into my 501 's. Skipping the socks, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the road, and school principal for home.

As I approach town, I decide to pedal into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any property in townspeople. As Im fueling up, I notice a couple of missy a few pumps over checking me out. Damm—just no time. Still shirtless, and flexing my careen hard 8-pac, I grab my detritus for a quick registration. I see one of the fille widen her heart, as now my rod is hanging down my right leg, and slapping her manus against her mouthpiece, turns her head to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my armoured combat vehicle, I proceed into the computer memory to get one more peeing, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the mens way, I notice on the wall, a entirely line up of cowboy flush."Fuck ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few hour, blame out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the peck of loge, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulder joint."fucking it—everybody seems to want me to be cowboy, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the boots, and a hat I grabbed on the counter. The girl pack me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on pump 7 ”. She looks at me a moment, decided I guess whether to card me for the locoweed, but then I guess deciding I spent enough money, and just sum 's me out."One LXXX, hun"I snap off the 1920s, and she bags up the the boot, and I put the cowboy hat on my headspring. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few fomite are moving in social movement of me. I pause to let them pop off, but one buster is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my right hand, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my bushy Hell. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car head on. Nothing John Roy Major mind you, just a tap. I could n't avail but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get abode before mom, or in casing Dustin were to waken up and freak out suit I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the wire. I quietly sneak into the house, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few bullet of umber Milk River. Damm I loved that diddley. Then taking a peep interior Dustin 's way, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my room, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock drawer', and drop in the last of the cash. One more quick piss, then strip down, and plump down belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a longsighted day, and I was pulse .