New supporter Tales—Freshman Year -- Chptr 12 -- felicitous 4th of July

summer had been great -- -and so was life. I had coined my own niggling phrase --

"one lucky white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass athletic supporter feet now at a 12, poppin 8 hard squares of abs, 9"of vein poppin cock, and that hard round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in straw man of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my shaggy-coated pits. I tried to sustain myself in check, and not brag, or get a big psyche about it all. Damm, I had more son of a bitch than most seniors.

But not just the awesome bod, but sprightliness in general. Living the fantasy of taking our Freshman team to a province championship was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice menage in a tone down vicinity. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my dick for me—he loved to look on me nut : ) Mom had a unspoilt job. And I was knocking down John Cash beyond all fantasy selling my big jock dick to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old perverts and middle age cougars were the in force -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA selection. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a Ezra Loomis Pound, lol.

I tried to trust that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the bighearted enthrallment was the sum of junk I blew every time I popped a load. I had played around with enough guys by now to pull in it was monumental. I 'd say maybe 5 times more than normal—and distance as well. Hell I could tear about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick athlete jizz. Damm, I prolly shot adequate juice by now to hold populated a little Ithiel Town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still too soon, so I slide into a pr of cut off short and head upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sat cockcrow cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this deep brown"? ?"Ya St. Matthew"“ Well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't reach my lil bro very much attention these days—between the mowing jobs ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer boxing, ( decided to go for amber this class ) I just did n't have much free time. And football game practice would begin up in just 3 hebdomad -- -jeez. I was going to consume to start working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the build I had, shit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after strength grooming. varsity would be a lot difficult than starter football. The cat would be way bigger. And the potency training would benefit the pugilism as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting former guys, for no reason at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well ache them first.

After a couplet of sips of my coffee there was a knock at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front door and opening it, I liked to have lost my jack. There stood Gospel According to Mark Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the piece of ass do you roll in the hay require ?"I was pretty self-important and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day live twelvemonth I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the star sign from having r a p e d my ass the night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the poop bike. Im thinking I want some drums, too : )

"We just wan na talk, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ football ”."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 tree. Did n't even provide them any. Then down to the basement, they took a fundament each in the beanbags, and I in the lounger. I assumed an chesty position, slumping down in the chairwoman, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my junk hang free, and visible from their slant."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's moderately simple Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity team from gradation. This twelvemonth will be every bit as hard as utmost year"Already disgusted I hop up from the reclining chair and heading for the bath. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a inviolable right piss. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two loving cup of chocolate on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same status, spreading my hairy stage, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my dick ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred look, even though he had been there before. After just a few bit, I repeated the mastery."You want that jersey ? Suck my prick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."crawling you black son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at mug Mattox, Maruice drops to his workforce and stifle and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulder joint now buried right between my hairy muscled thighs, sucking in my half backbreaking prick in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my head, locking them together, and take a more load out depression in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the picture. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouth, relishing the feel of his loggerheaded black lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling cock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty vox. As Maurice tightens the handgrip of his lips, and moving from my make twat to my pubes with each motion, I step up the yard of fucking his back talk, now hitting the back of his throat with each stab. Maurice gags just a bit each metre he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nozzle, which just brought an evil grin to my face.

Usually the morning nut is one of the low things 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 ready huff of my right pit, burying my bushy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick pounding at my funk, I bring my arms down, and lock my bridge player around the rachis of Maurice promontory. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the chairman, I unload. shot after shot of my thick supporter 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 dentition, and working up a lugie, I spit my snot into Maurice face. Finally letting go, he comes off my putz, and rests back on his haunches.

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

I order Maurice to turn around, back on all quadruplet, and to bury his face in the base. Looking over at Mattox, with the same poop face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a public eye, and I return the like. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of posture if nothing else. I figure him to be pretty straight, but like me, he did have a matter for some tite greasy man fix. If for no other ground, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and shake off his jeans. Still wearing his tee shirt, and socks, I thought it was a sexy tone. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knees behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."shag no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his head back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty good lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own pecker up, I had a momentary admiration of his pretty impressive dick. marker was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the shape I would later squall 'zero shank line'. As he strokes up to get his massive fuck stick hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. Suck that hole. Munch that total darkness ass out, and get him sloppy ”. Mattox resisted, saying it was n't his affair. 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 NJ. After a few second of falter, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his mouth into it 's dour black crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice emollient cone ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being fairly straight, I did n't see him as the eccentric 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 keep my lil monster down : )

I ordered Mark to stupefy it in, and fuck the shit outta Maurice hole."Get up in them gumption, 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 field of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a looking of fear in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a unforgiving throbbing of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his chest turns red, and travail starting line pouring from his pits, and frontal bone, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a little puppy. Close enough, I decide.

As the moment arrives, stigma takes a final exam v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice gumption, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass buttock, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely frighten the fuck out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as Mark begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the base on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's spine and berm, then toss it to the side of meat. 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 maintenance. I walk up to him, and kicking him in the costa, tell him to hustle over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, order him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him plumb"I draw my fist back, but with the little terror in Maurice typeface, he does as I told him, and slurps up Mark 's still half hard peter, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his dick.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jean, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the mightily leg, and distinguish 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 kitty-cat 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 care everybody else. And if you make it, you will suck up my tool -- -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 days, but I did love the petty fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best Elvis smirk, I softly let out,"glad birthday, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin teen ”. A gleam comes across his facial expression, and almost battle cry, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget person 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 patty ”. Justin gleams like it was Noel. As Mark and Maurice approach the front doorway, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just limelight at me, prolly thinking, 'what an arsehole'.