New jock tale -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tournament

"Maaaathuuuu"collapse -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the steps to Dustin 's room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his way, with his arms over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Christ Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Matthew"“ Oh fuck gallant, you mean the tempest"? BAMM rumble rumble"Ahhhh yes, Matthew the storm -- -Im dash"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a pretty drastic storm -- -even for eastern United States Lone-Star State. I grabbed my lil bro by the waist, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his legs around my waist, and his arms around my neck. His milk sickness turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my hand up to his head, and tossling his hair, I tried to assure him that it was just skag. I headed for the lavatory to choose a weewee, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a farsighted solid stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a little glass of milk. Placing it in the microwave oven to warm up it up, and adding a couple of water tap of nutmeg tree, I hand to him. Walking over to the terrace door, I open it up and step out on the patio."See"I said softly,"It 's just scag, and wind"Dustin took a clout of his Milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to drink up, and placing the Methedrine on the kitchen table, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a full body shaft on the bed. He let out a screech, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my belly, and grabbed my pillow above my drumhead with both arms. In just a few moment, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the humbled part of my back, and snuggled his point just under my pit."You stink, Levi"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to sleep"

When I awoke again later that dayspring, our positions had reversed. Dustin now had his back to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his shank. My dick was rock hard now, holding back a fresh supplying of daybreak peeing. I was right in the small crack of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

I jumped up for another piss, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin turn over again. After a few moments of silence, Dustin commented"you got haircloth on your butt joint, and in your crack"I could n't facilitate but titter, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I palpate it"? I snickered to myself again, at his innocence."Just run your fingertips up and down my crack -- -but it 's gon na get me hard when you do ”. Dustin did as suggested, and mumbled something like does it tickle, to which I replied it did, and he was making my dick really hard."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so inexperienced person. Fuck it, I decided, no clip like the present.

roll over on my spine, I reach into the nite stand and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a prompt pull. Just a footling buzz would be fine for now. As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my putz. It only took present moment for me to get fully cram. I looked down and smiled at my big teenage age dick. Eight fuckin inches so far, and only 15 years old. I instruct Dustin to snaffle my head with his clenched fist, and rub my thumb over my relieve oneself scratch. There it was—an interminable supply of eff juice. most b o y s did n't even ooze out juice, but I had enuff for several. Slicking the succus over my cockhead, and squeezing hard, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The tactile sensation set in right hand away. I spread my wooden leg just a bit, and raised my left arm up over my promontory. Turning to the leftfield, I take a quick whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to clean up the pace. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still boyish fist grabbing my compact jock dick. He glanced up at my boldness, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my belly and thighs tighten up, I spread my ramification a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my testicle, I gave them a unvoiced power play and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four watercourse of unbroken jizz flying out of my dick nous like a projectile launching, each one hitting the rampart over my capitulum, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the wall, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 More roach of thick jock juice across my chest and belly. I was in shock at the amount of money of my warhead. Even in the few porns I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may have just set a world criminal record, lol.

Before I could lull down, and collect my thoughts, there was a rapping at the front door."Fuck"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the basement to the front doorway. I grabbed a pr of gym shortstop from the trading floor, and a dirty tee to wipe off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to bolt for his elbow room.

At the room access was Mark Mattox."What 's up dude"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated happy break of the day people."Dude—come on in, I got ta display you sompin"Literally grabbing Mark by the hired man, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the wall above my bed."Savior Dillon -- -you just do that"? Mark was ecstatic."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ holy fuck dude -- -I seen produce men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record"“ roll in the hay ya beau -- -Im print with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

"Say -- -I got ta big deal for ya recent tonight after the game, if ur up for it"Mark had a implike flavour in his eye."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy types, or maybe striptease artist. flesh you come straight from the game in ur sweaty uniform, and you 'll be a big hit"

"Ya man—that sounds awing"I replied with a smile.

We had a midday game, and this would be the end of the season for Pony conference. I asked Mark to run me over to the playing area, as I needed to ferment out a bit, and get pumped up for the game. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the field of force, where there is a short league game in progression. I script Dustin a few bucks and told him 'do n't get into any hassle'. In the locker room a few other guy rope had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to distinguish each other. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the bats and batting helmets. I flashed him a big grin and asked him was he abusing that little dick of his. He flashed back a big smiling and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! Three times a day"! All the guy wire chuckled at him, knowing they were just as guilty."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my jock, exposing my baseball size bulge, and my tite Moon shaped hirsute ass. As we began pumping iron, and working up a sweat, Mark again complimented me on my fine body. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still middling skinny -- -just 29"waistline. The 6 pac was poppin out really good, and I started some really intense crunches."give it the summer, Dillon, you 'll have 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged patsy. I grinned at the prediction of having an 8 pac by the time football game started next gloaming. On the bench insistency now, workin up the shoulder joint, one of the dudes walked by and popped me pretty hard right wing on my suspensor strap."What the fuck buster"? It actually hurt pretty bad."covering that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the handsome dick -- -fuckin show off"One of the other b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur dick Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their routine.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 minutes"That was the cue to get dressed, and get gear up for the game. Tony sweetie wheeled up to me in his wheelchair as I was getting dressed. He had been hit by a car on his skateboard earlier in the twelvemonth, and lost his pegleg, but he was still on the roster for the team."Hit one for me, Dillon"He was looking particularly down today, so I just smiled at him, and said"you got it bro'.

The game went pretty vivid. We stayed neck and cervix with the Tamil Tigers, until now, it was the posterior of the one-ninth, and I was the go batter. As I approached the home, I look over and see Tony in the dugout. I just could n't stand it. I called for a time out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third root word lineage to come to me. I told him to go get Tony, and pedal him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded approval."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin ball, you wheel his ass over here to this plate as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called time in, and as the World Tamil Association picture took the posture, preparing for the wind up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center field. The crowd went testicle, with roars and sunniness. It took a lot of hairy ball for person in Pony League to draw out a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the jazz up, he then called metre. It was getting crazy out here for for sure. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this plot Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that glob out of the park, I WILL SUCK -- YOUR -- peter"I flash a big smile at kail Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Bird Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The wind up—and the auction pitch. It was either the league championship, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so concentrated that I felt every bone in my vertebrae pop, from my waistline up to my neck, and broke the bat clean in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the ballpark, in idle muteness. And there it went.

Clean over center sphere -- -clearing the fencing by over three feet. Still, the stadium was silent, and freeze out in time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to count behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the plate. I grab the handles of his wheelchair, and set out running. Pushing as hard and loyal as I could, the movement wheel wobbling in the dirt."I hope it does n't lock up"was all I could think. First—second -- 3rd -- and finally, home plate. The gang went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in rope, doing sinker, if you will. In the ecstasy of the moment, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan of the Apes style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's shoulder joint, raising his arm in victory. My shaggy-haired quarry were dripping in sudor, running down my rib cage, and I could smell my own ripe jock funk. My peter twitched a bit. stigma had managed to work his way into the crew to home photographic plate. He smack me on the belly, and told me to front down. In all the upheaval, and jumping and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my little bro, Dustin had managed to climb the fence, and was running towards me to home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, tears now in my eyes. I kissed Dustin right field on the mouth. He laughed, and wiped it off with the back of his hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the middle --"Bro -- -go find that orb. Twenty bucks Dustin, go find my ball"He nodded his head up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the footing, gave him a hard smack on the butt."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a puma. I had no thoughts about it at that moment, but eld later, I would painfully figure out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the ground I walked on. And that idolization would turn his own motivating for becoming quite the baseball star himself. And as we both got older, I to a lesser extent and less gave him the clip of day.

The cheer continued around the battleground. I could see the TV work party making it 's way over to home scale. Parker, still standing on the exposure mound, glanced over at me, with his head hung. I pointed at him, with an wickedness grinning. He gave me back a thumb up, indicating he would subsist up to the bet.

After about an hour and half, the crowd finally starts to scatter, and some of us start heading for the locker elbow room to shower up and change clothes. I run up to borecole Parker, and grabbing him by his jersey, just say"vulgar kindling, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right on fuckin now, causal agency Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to choke down on this big suspensor dick"I dragged him around to the book binding of the shower theatre. It was a weird thing -- -this indorse bulwark that protruded about three base out from the rachis paries of the house, then ran about half the distance of the house. There was a gate at the end of it, and it was like this snuggery hole, if you will. nonentity new why it was there, or what it was supposed to do. It was finally decided that it was just a bug when they built the edifice, so there we have it—more like a big closet behind the construction.

We walk in and I close the gate, and pushing borecole to the back, grab him by the hair and push him down to his genu. I whip out my big 8"of jock pith, establish him a grin, and just say"sucking ”. As kail opens his mouth, I waist no meter in shoving my marrow down his pharynx. Tightening my bag on his whisker, I instantly go into a relentless pounding of his throat, plunging my now sway gruelling hammer to the back of his pharynx, my pubes going up his nose with each poking. It took no meter for the snob to start pouring out of cole 's scent, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vein poppin cock into his throat. I took my left bridge player and slapped him up side the face,"squeeze those lips punk, make it tight"I ordered him as I continued to run my cock in and out of his throat. Again, taking my left bridge player, this prison term grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my turncock going in and out of his taut wet throat. The snot continued to pour, as well now as the perspiration pouring from my infernal region and belly. I yanked my dick from his oral fissure, and shoved his grimace into my mighty pit."Huff it dude -- -just like glue. determine my fetor, cause you 'll be getting lots more of it ”. I moved his face from my pit over to the left one, then ordered him to lick the stew from my ripe pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the funk of my perdition, as I returned him to the right on one to work out it clear as well. I do n't eff what got over me, but I was really boning up on the revilement I was giving to colewort.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my dick, and shoved it again, straight down his throat."God damm ur fuckin good"Grabbing him now by both sides of his head, I began slamming his throat hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to fight me off, as he began to cash in one's chips and gag on my big teen age dick."Had enuff, punk"? I asked him staring into his eyes. All he could do was nod his head up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your pants"A look of horror came over Cole 's human face, and he shook his head back and Forth River."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that thing in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not component of the sight"cole responded in a panic."You want me to finish up ur ass, and plant my junk in ur sand, or put it back in ur mouth, and flood your mouthpiece with it"?

"Enuff dude"!



"I said I 'd blow ur tool bro, and I sucked ur dick. Did n't say nothing about you fuckin my ass—I ai n't no fag, Dillon"“ I aint no fag either, Cole—I just like fuckin dudes up the ass"“ Na -ah, that 's it. I said Id suck ur cock dude, and that 's it. No fuckin more"Having reached that 'crazed'state of judgement, I could n't arrest. I rared back with my right arm, and delivered a crushing blow to the rightfulness incline of kale 's look. Before he could recoup, I delivered three pops to his right eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his fount dripping onto his articulatio humeri."Saviour Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the fuck is damage with you"?"Want some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, punk"With that I swung a left cross across his mouth, busting his lip open, again the b l o o d dripping down his chin, hitting his chest. I grabbed him by both sides of his header, and pulled him in close to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spat my spit and snoot into his backtalk. Then delivering three hard blows to his gut, I slung him down to the land on his stomach. I got hold of his belt, and ripped it from his pants, and shucked them down. One Sir Thomas More blow to the good k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some prick now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a complete madman at this level. Whimpering now, colewort finally relented—"ya Dillon, give it to me"Angry, I struck him on the rear of his head."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please roll in the hay my ass—please fuck me hard and bust ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An evil chuckle emerged from my throat—deep down from the diaphragm. Again I worked up a handful of spit and snot, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom head, of my juice oozing cock. I slicked up the unit principal, and then ran my helping hand up into the crack of Brassica oleracea acephala 's ass gap. Pushing my middle digit deep into his passing tite jock hole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even check the toilet paper, lol ) to untie him up. I pull my finger, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing Cole by his hair again, and pulling his mind backwards, squeeze the finger into his mouth."sucking it, pig"was all I said to him. In the same motion, I squeeze my dick hard, and flap down into cole 's tight Virgo the Virgin golf hole. Wasting no clock time, I went right into plunging my rock tough essence into the depths of his guts, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his typeface into the concrete wall, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a jackhammer. It only took about 10-12 thrusts, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as firmly as I could bear. Still holding him by his hair, and slamming his face into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an 60 minutes, destroying his cerise. My nut was so intense that I began trembling, and shacking at my second joint, and my jizz began to ooze out back out of his tite jock hole. My belly was so tight, that it was now light to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to have grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked Cole around, and shoved his back up against the paries. Grabbing his hair's-breadth again, I popped his mouth again with my left hand fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half limp dick back into his sassing, now covered with my jizz and his ass juice."Suck it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a monster."Use ur tongue punk, get it good and pick"With no muscularity to fight back, Cole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably good and clean, and reared my head word backwards, and close my eyes, cut loose. Cole went into a convulsion like epileptic shock as I cut loose the stream of my hot nasty stinkin jock piss down his pharynx. I filled his belly with my ambrosia, grinning at him the unit while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to pull up my own pants, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of spit and snot to his face, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Charles Christopher Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football game ”