New jock Tales—Freshman year -- Chptr 12 -- felicitous 4th of July

Summer had been nifty -- -and so was life. I had coined my own little phrase --

"one golden white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock feet now at a 12, poppin 8 intemperate squares of abs, 9"of venous blood vessel poppin cock, and that hard round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front man of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my shaggy-haired orchestra pit. I tried to preserve myself in check, and not bluster, or get a big read/write head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than to the highest degree elder.

But not just the awesome bod, but animation in general. Living the phantasy of taking our Freshman team to a state backup was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a prissy sign in a lead neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was with child at jackin my dick for me—he loved to catch me nut : ) Mom had a effective job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all illusion selling my big athletic supporter pecker to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old perverts and middle age cougars were the effective -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of Department of Agriculture choice. typical fee—about $ 1.50 a Sudanese pound, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the enceinte enthrallment was the amount of junk I blew every time I popped a shipment. I had played around with enough guys by now to gain it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 times more than than normal—and aloofness as well. Hell I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken rope of duncish jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough juice by now to accept populated a belittled town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and headspring upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sat sunrise cartoon."Dustin -- -you make this java"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ Well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't turn over my lil bro a lot attention these days—between the mowing Book of Job ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer boxing, ( decided to go for gold this year ) I just did n't deliver much justify time. And football drill would start up in just 3 weeks -- -jeez. I was going to have to take off working out just any day now. Not after magnanimous muscles—I liked the soma I had, shit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but to a greater extent after strength breeding. varsity would be a lot heavy than newcomer football. The guys would be way openhanded. And the strength preparation would do good the pugilism as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guy wire, for no cause at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na hurt you, so you might as well hurt them first.

After a mates of sips of my coffee there was a knock at the doorway. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front end room access and opening it, I liked to have lost my diddley. There stood sucker Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the fuck do you be intimate desire ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the lounge and bolts for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day last year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the firm from having r a p e d my ass the night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the grime bicycle. Im thinking I want some drumfish, too : )

"We just wan na talk, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ Football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."Come on Matthew—we just wan na talk of the town."I ai n't got ta lot of time, so come on ”.

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee. Did n't even declare oneself them any. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant position, slumping down in the death chair, and spreading my hairy muscled pegleg, just enough to let my detritus hang free, and seeable from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's middling simple-minded Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the varsity team from graduation. This yr will be every bit as hard as last year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and head for the can. Standing at the gutter, I shed the gym shortstop, and cut loose a strong mighty urine. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cups of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the lounger, I assumed the same location, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a tripping tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my prick ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred look, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the control."You want that jersey ? suction my putz ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."CRAWL you Negro son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at Mark Mattox, Maruice drops to his hands and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulder now buried right between my hairy muscled thighs, sucking in my half hard dick in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my weaponry up behind my head, locking them together, and take a more stretched out slump in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the shot. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice oral fissure, relishing the spirit of his boneheaded disgraceful lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling cock."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty interpreter. As Maurice tightens the travelling bag of his lips, and moving from my piss prick to my os pubis with each motion, I step up the tempo of fucking his sassing, now hitting the back of his throat with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each sentence he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nose, which just brought an malefic grin to my face.

Usually the morning nut is one of the first thing 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 immediate huff of my mighty pit, burying my bushy haircloth into my own nose. As I felt my dick pounding at my funk, I bring my arms down, and lock up my hands around the back of Maurice nous. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. guesswork after barb of my thick athlete 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 sand. Gritting my tooth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snot into Maurice case. Finally letting go, he comes off my cock, and rests back on his haunches.

As the room grows silent, I cross my legs at the ankles, and just sit there playing with my glob.

I order Maurice to turn around, back on all quaternary, and to bury his brass in the story. Looking over at Mattox, with the same stern face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a brilliance, and I return the same. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of attitude if nothing else. I figure him to be pretty unbowed, but like me, he did have a affair for some tite oleaginous man hole. If for no early reason, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and drop 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 human knee behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."Fuck no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his headway back and Forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty good lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the snapper of Maurice arsehole. As he starts working his own hawkshaw up, I had a momentary admiration of his moderately impressive cock. bell ringer was hung about 10 ”, and top-notch fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the frame I would later phone 'zero waist line'. As he strokes up to get his monumental shag wedge hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. suck that hole. Munch that black 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 jersey. After a few present moment of hesitation, Mattox finally lowers his fount down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his mouth into it 's dark Shirley Temple crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream strobile ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such mortification himself. Being jolly straight, I did n't see him as the type that would give such a nasty act for someone 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 bell ringer to stick around 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 chairwoman, and walked over to a corner of the room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right hand of Mattox, I softly mutter,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a look of reverence in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waistline, he begins a stern pounding of Maurice tite oleaginous hole. As his bureau turns red, and sweat get-go pouring from his pit, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a footling pup. Close enough, I decide.

As the instant arrives, Mark takes a final v I o l e n t dip into Maurice grit, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely daunt the piece of tail out of Dustin, I assumed still in his way. Just as stigma begins to settle, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his belly, I take the swinging. I bring the bat crashing down across crisscross 's back and shoulders, then toss out it to the incline. soft touch 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 fear. I walk up to him, and kicking him in the ribs, tell him to roll 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 clean"I draw my fist back, but with the terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up stain 's still half hard dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his shaft.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the right leg, and tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the laces on my PF Flyers, I grunt through my tooth,"I aint such a pussy 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 like everybody else. And if you make it, you will suckle my dick -- -every workweek, for as long as you play. encampment 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 very much attention these mean solar day, but I did lie with the little fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best Elvis smirk, I softly let out,"felicitous birthday, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A gleam comes across his aspect, and almost war cry, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone leave somebody 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 bar ”. Justin gleam like it was Christmas. As gull 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 bastard'.