New supporter Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony League

I guess I was just a take over jock—I considered myself lucky. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not really big, mind you, only about 5'10 ”, maybe 125 lbs on a wet day : ). I already had tomentum on my legs, and up in the cracking of my ass, and a jolly nice 'bush'in my Inferno, and hanging 7 1/2"of dick. To well-nigh of the former guys on the baseball team, I guess I was intimidating.

young lady came at me like crazy, and I was smart enough to detect a few glimpse from the Guy as well, 'specially in the locker elbow room. kitty-cat was easy -- -I got my first of all piece finally year.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a sports nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood Youth. It was organized in 1951 at American capital, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that prison term menstruum, It served as a transition conference from tykes, or peewit, to the up-coming high school.

So—anyways, back to PONY, and the storage locker rooms : )

We had a pretty hot n sweaty practice this one afternoon. Even though a spring sport—it got hot in Lone-Star State pretty fast. My shoes had gotten kinda tight as my feet were growing like I was feeding them fertilizer -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big metrical foot, and dick : ) I shucked them, and my wind sock off, and tying the lacing together, slung them over my shoulder -- -a jock affair : ) Walking across the sonant grass of the field to the champaign star sign, barefooted, and into the locker room, I wasted no time stripping down and heading for the showers. A lot of bios that age were still unsure about being in front end of another dude naked, mostly cause they really had n't developed much. Only about five or so of us actually showered up after praxis. I just did it mostly to show off : )

So I hit the exhibitioner headspring, and turn the H2O to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the feel as it hit my dorsum, and I held my munition up behind my head, exposing my stinkn pits. Some said I was always showin off, cause I did n't face the lavish heads. 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 pee a comment about my big dick. I do n't really remember what he said, but I responded with something like he was weird for making fun of the fellow with the vainglorious dick on the team. He shot me back with something like, I was a freak, and I just laughed at him and said something like"Ya, that 's what ur sis said hold up Nox too ”. He came at me across the rain shower level, but just before he got within arms reach, I pulled back and frigidness cocked him upside his headway. He jumped from the storey, but again I got 3 nimble pop music to his mouth, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his chest and stomach, and washed down the drain.

The whole room got really quite, and Johnny just laid there for a second, collecting his thought process, I guess. I took a glance across the room at the other bozo, and grinning, just said 'silver boxing glove'. Deciding that this was n't going to end it, I walk over and snaffle him by the hairsbreadth, and pull him to where his principal is just floor with my dick."So Bradly -- -you like my dick, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, half way to my genu, all bushy and ca-ca ?"“ Bet you wish you could stir it, huh ?"“ piece of tail off, Dillon"“ shtup off you say, ? Ya, I might get laid off—fuck off in ur mouth, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few grins and elbow joint punch gave me the juice to go through with it. I never stood down.

"I seen you checking me out dude—admiring my big jockstrap putz. 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 days ago. This, of course, got me just the reaction I wanted. As the early bois started laughing, Johnny Reb jumped from the base and reared back to lead a golf stroke. But, I blocked his awkward swing, and once again, delivered 3 hard pops to his mouth, right at the same station. 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 hair, and at this point Im about half hard, and running my left wing hand into his sass, I say to him in a deep growling voice, 'suck me'. The expressions on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na nominate this dude suck my dick—right here in the cascade, in front of half the team ? You damm skippy I was -- -no concern."I said blow me punk, or I 'll go for your teeth next ”.

To my surprisal, Johnny Kelso ( whom later would become my ripe friend in football game ) ran up behind Bradly, and grabbing him by the hair 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 couple of the dudes mutter"nooky this prick -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his mouthpiece, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ column inch in, and push it all the way down his throat, burying my athletic supporter cock to the pubis."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite excited."Suck ur lord 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 fashion, I dicked him down like a piece of sum. It took only a few instant for me to blow my junk down his pharynx, and he choked up my jizz from his abdomen. I just looked at him, and laughed like a softheaded man.

Assuming he was done, he started to support, but I grabbed his hair again, and just said"uh-uh tinder -- -you got ta take care of my assistant now ”. As Bradly opened his mouth in disbelief, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh hell ya"I glance over to the lockers, and see the few that were dressing begin to leave. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the same discussion. Im the headwaiter, and you will do what the fuck I tell you"They just sat on the judiciary, some of them watching. Guess they decided not to screen me.

"Suck him strong-armer -- -suck that big athlete pecker. Suck him commodity too -- -or I 'll wear you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's cock like his life depended on it. I guess from a certain point of horizon, it did. Do n't know if he had sucked a dick before, but the b o y was damm good. Kelso, in like manner as my self, skull fucked his pharynx like a crazed mad man. It only took import for him to blow his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both side of his heading, Kelso slammed his back talk about 5 times, pubic region to teeth, blowing hot athletic supporter jizz down his throat. Pretty telling, I thought to myself. It would be a couple of years yet, but eventually I would come to know the taste of that thick athletic supporter jizz, and it was really honest : )

Finally I yank Bradly back straight up. Grabbing him by the throat, I say to him in a flashy spokesperson"Had enuff Bradly -- -that enough cock for one day"? He shook his forefront up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the locker area, where he fell into the diminished group sitting on the workbench. After a speedy rinsing, Kelso and me exited the shower bath elbow room, and joined the repose to get dressed.

"This is real simple -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can carry waaaaay spoilt penalty. What happens here, halt here"A few month later, most of those guys present that day, would become the founding fellow member of, 'The Diamond Dawgs'.

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