New athletic supporter Tales—Sophomore twelvemonth -- -Chpt 1

summertime had been totally awful. The dependable ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the best part—independently mobile, lol. The yard occupation were going outstanding, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a thousand a calendar month. That was just about a years earnings for a teen working part sentence at a grocery entrepot.

I took a 3rd billet ribbon at the motocross meet, which was fine. Mostly just a stress reliever, and a opportunity to get dirty. I also knocked down my offset favorable gloves—again not a major thing in my life, but it was sort of assuredness to just get in the ring and just outfox the shit outta some dude.

Today was the first day of practice. Varsity at close. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon fall crashing down, and I was gon na feel like the biggest fool on the planet, and all I wanted to do was evaporate.

exercise was nothing like close year. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coaches. And neither of them were interest in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ back just throwing the orb to some 9th graders to take hold of. I mean fuck—no plays, no running game, no exercising weight -- -what the screwing. I was already wretched. I noticed Maurice going out for some pinch. Guess he would prolly make it—but with no dominance of the team, I could kiss that peck of that sloppy head every week good-bye.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three Seniors. You ca n't be maiden string—let alone a starter ”. The Good Book hit my brain like a bullet."These b o y s got a 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 backs before you got here. Now, unless you want to consider another position for a piece for some more biz time, your going to have the take the Bench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my stifle and start suckin pecker, huh coach ? suit looks like that 's all the action I 'm gon na get this year ”. somebody had just walked into the room, and all I heard was"woooah there cowboy ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the footlocker way. Slamming into my footlocker door made a few heads turn. I sat on the bench to take off my cleats, and windsock. Did n't even let any funk going on, not even my pits, campaign I had n't done a fuckin thing all day. I tore out of my praxis NJ, and turning, slammed my fist into the locker door. Yanking it undefendable, I threw the tee shirt, and cleat into the floor. Sitting back, now coming out of my football game pants, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise fox them and my helmet into the floor of my cabinet, did n't even annoy to attend anything up.

I grabbed my levis, but before I could get them on, someone barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the mental attitude ?"It hit too fast, and too hard. I lunged towards the actor, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his New Jersey, slammed him into the row of lockers just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his thorax and shoving my jock right in his face, I just holler out"does this look like a b o y to you"?

In moments about half the players in the room 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 finger right in my side, comes back with"Do n't roll in the hay what ur job is Dillon, but you ripe get it in chip, boi. Your not the star here punk— One more stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Jesus fuckin H Christ—what 's all this racket"? Three of the handler had blasted into the locker way."It 's nothing coach—we got it under control. Dillon there just wanted to wrestle 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 chuckles were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fervor. 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 back pouch, and proceeded out the locker room, shirtless, and marginal base. As I exited into the hall, I hear one of the tutor hollar"somebody git him—see what the fuck is up his ass ”.

I needed to make love something, And I knew just where to go.

I arrived at 'the spot'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 Admiralty mile North of town on old RT 5. Small dusty road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the older common people in townspeople referred to it as 'that place where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the world-class time I heard that—how the fuck do they acknowledge that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town trucker, rockers, and construction types. Pretty approximative fashion plate mostly, lashings of muscles and ink, or maybe some espouse beau from townspeople that could n't get head from their married woman. I went straight to the rear of the playing area to the motel. It only had about 25 rooms, and this of late on a Friday night, I would be favorable to still get a elbow room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the landrover off the corner of the building. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my Lucille Ball cap down over my eyebrows, I stroll into the lobby. Holding my head kinda downwards, I glance up at the shop assistant, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you control your head word down so I do n't see your baby grimace, or -- -you walk-in in here looking like divinity gift, with all them abs, hoping Im poove and I 'll let you experience a room in exchange for some of that dick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to make me consider your really 19, but you do n't have your ID on ya, after driving out here in the middle of no where without it, and would I be really cool and run over to the store and get you a six pack. So cowpoke -- -which is it"?

I raised my head up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'right in the side, I sheepishly replied,"all that, I guess ”. Jason, looking peeved, fired back at me"you know the variety of trouble I could get in for renting you a room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a slight Elvis smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the the true ”. Jason shakes his head back and Forth River, and just mumbled"oh shtup man, I dunno ”.

"flavor dude, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three fights today, my best champion told me I was a prick, It 's the same as anybody else out here—I just wan na vacate these balls down somebody 's throat. I been pent up for three days now. I wo n't be any trouble, I promise ”.

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

As I head for the doorway, I stop and turn around, and just stand 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 Mary, Queen of Scots"replied Jason, rolling his eyes. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the authority, and heads across the parking lot to the 24 hour store up front on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that room before somebody sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and drive around back to the recess room at the end. It was so blue I had to leave my headlight on for a minute just to see the door lock and open the door. Grabbing my gear bag, upon entering the way I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and head heterosexual person for the exhibitioner. Turning the body of water to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my back to the spray, I grab the packet boat of motel shampoo and lather up the hawk. Relaxing under the remedial powers of the hot pee, I just wobble my head back and close my eyes. I only stay in the shower a few minutes, in spite of how good it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stall, with dick hanging super low now, I grab a towel off the rack. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and forth across my back. Turning around to forefront for the gear bag again, I stopped dead in my tracks, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the shtup outta me ”. Jason had come into the way, and was sitting on the corner of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, with the six pack resting on his waist. He was a pretty full looking dude actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to ca-ca 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 ringing. Popping it candid, I chug down about ¼ of the can."So—is that your 'professional answer"? 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 Logos.

So getting the hint that it was his chance to swallow down that big teenage hawkshaw in his look, Jason grabs me by my second joint, and gulps down my low hanging dick. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my jibe hard. I close my eyes, and placing my hired hand on top of his head, usher him down to the loins. After a few instant, he 's got me rock hard, and the venous blood vessel are starting to pop. I yank my swollen shaft from his mouth, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, fetch up 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 work ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock hard cock from his backtalk, denying his trophy of my mellisonant yung juice. I told him I would forebode him when I got done, and he could do 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 door I hollered at him"hey—ok if I smoke some dope in the room"? Jason rolled his oculus and head again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to build a especial jail for me"I took that to mean ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the pocket-size bag of dope I had packed. Rolling up a pencil joint, I quickly sucked down the unharmed thing. Fishing out some socks, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half hard dick down the the right way leg. I brought my Catapiller work thrill for the nighttime. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man look, rather than jock, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the relaxation 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 increase to the motel, there was a small 24 hr grocery store— down the road there was a small lake, where you could camp. There was also a little grill—kinda like a waffle sign of the zodiac, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make note of that one ), and of course the main attraction—the dirty record book store.

I doubted I had much of a chance at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the country like it was, they 're were a few people hanging out front of the edifice. I spied a plastic porch chairperson near the corner, away from the main entrance, and decided that would be my beneficial spot. Fishing my smokes, and zip from my sac, I lite up a Camel, and carry the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the chair back until my shoulder joint meet the wall, and with a distich of fine adjustments achieve just the right balance for leaning back on the rear two legs.

Taking a swig of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three fop, about 25 feet in front of me, just to the slope of the row of 18 wheelers parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I guess. The dudes appeared to be of the building suasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon barrel that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing cooler meridian, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had enormous pit hair development. I figured they were around mid twenties to former 30 or so. Like me, they each had St. Matthew the Apostle 's on, and work kick.

"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 rebuff gag at each other, and I barely hear one of them say"tinder got a bit of position, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda smart ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the electric chair to the ground, back to all quartet. Standing up, and turning my backrest to the three fashion plate, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and flatten them to my thigh. Turning my head back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum lick this smart ass ”.

One of the guy cable playfully slaps the others chest with the spinal column of his hand, and they start a contain stroll over towards me. I flip the electric chair around, and pulling my jeans back up, but not buttoning up, acquire a can backwards in the chair, with my dick and testis hanging out. I take a promptly whiff on my right field pit, just to prove off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately remark on my junk."damm b o y gracious bundle ”. 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 pitch ) The guys look at each early still laughing—I think they were pretty intoxicated, and one reply"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

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

About this time Jason rounds the corner headed for the store. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a dim smash ”, and goes on into the store. The three once again start laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a black rap"? I look them steely in the heart, and in my best low growling voice answer"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three golden baseball glove ”. ( 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 clip, I do the chuckle, and just reply"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a little football. So I 'm used to getting banged around by guys bounteous than me—and I just keep going back for more. So—you guys wan na mint a deal, or you just wan na tie-up there and stare, wondering how seraphic my succus is"?

The three just glance around at each other, until one finally shrugs his shoulders."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage dick. So—how much"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling dick back into my jean, reach down for my beer, and finish it off. Wiping my mouth with the backrest of my hand, I start slowly walking across the front line of the bookstall."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't show in 15 min, I 'll assume you ca n't yield it ”. ( how was that for arrogance ? ) I walked around the construction, and headed across the parking lot back towards my elbow room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that strong-armer got some attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my step, that earlier the guys had so put me down about."piece of ass them"I thought to myself—I like it.

Back at the way I leave the doorway standing open air. Being total duskiness, there were n't many germ to contend with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and roll up another junction, taking a match of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my gear bag, and spreading my hairy legs moderately wide, I started stroking up at a tiresome but consider pace. It only took moments for the thick veins of my shaft to swell up, and my big mushroom-shaped cloud head to burn up out, like a dog. The fuck succus was already aerodynamic, and coating my head, I was set to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten minutes, as the three came strolling in the door. The last shut the room access, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin christ'. I flash an evil grin, and just answer,"more like Prince of Darkness bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 while of ass on ur tool, but we just gitten 1 putz each. Probably the more sot of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his paunch."Me maiden cowboy"Im really getting tired of this cowboy horseshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the bottle in high spirits in the air, and squeeze out a flow right to his pickle. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab dude by the waist, and slam it in. He lets out a yelp, exclaiming"damm this goon is heavyset ”. I rear back and turn in the second slam, and then a one-third, and then, I go to town. A relentless rape on his ass, hard, cryptical, and speedy. In just a couple of minute, I was panting like I had run a mil.

The dude was grabbing at tabloid 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 other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from dudes ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the corner professorship. Putting his hands to his expression, he just mumbles"damm that punk rock is a behemoth ”. The next dude, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me succeeding ”.

With the minute dandy assuming the same spatial relation, I start the same treatment, grabbing his waistline, and slamming it in hard as I could. In just a couple of collision, he too is crying out for me to ease up a bit. Another evil grin, and Im sure nuff now in 'devil modality'. I reach up and grab him by the back of his hair, and yanking his headspring back, mumble"shut the fucking up ”, and just keep shtup, like a jackhammer. My nuts were slapping hard against his ass cheeks. I only noticed then that only one of the dudes had any pilus on his ass. In a few Thomas More minutes of still taking his pounding, the 3rd dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the fellow aside.

"My bit now ”. Assuming the same topographic point, on the nook of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his muddle, I pause and soak in the beautiful hairy cumulus of his ass. He was so thick up in his crack, that you could barely detect his cakehole. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't pass up the chance, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my face into the robust pungent malodour of his plebeian ass. He was ripe as screwing, and with just a few munch of his hairy crack, I drove my tongue as deep as I could into his ripe oleaginous muddle. He was funky—I imply days worth of funk ! I sucked on his hole, as I probed it with my lingua. Between the senior high from the dumbbell, and the malodor of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a right dick down. Only about 10-12 thrusts into his guts, then contestant telephone 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 articulation"on ur stifle ”. The other two followed suite, and the three of them lined up at the root of the bed, each stroking their own hawkshaw, with mouths open. I thought to myself what a gross blackmail pic this would be to show to their wives, or girlfriend. With spit hanging out, I grab my swollen calamus, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally force it from my nuts. Still swelling, and my mineral vein popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to mention I had put on a chrome cockring other ), the pressure level from my cock n balls was now reaching it 's soaring end. Aiming at # 1 's thirstily awaiting mouth, I volleyed.

Slinging my meat from left to right, I popped the number one stream of my thick jock juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left, for another. Seven times, blasting my rope from left to rectify, completely covering their faces in my thick slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my balls, I stand there for a few seconds, while they looked at each early in amazement, at the massive floodlight that had drenched each of them. With the force per unit area now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a unattackable knock-down stream of my steaming hot jock piss, and again from left to right, imbue them down from their heads to their pubes. They were covered now, with all my jock juices. I kinda simper, as they each began to blow their own warhead up their chest 's and bellies, mixing their cum with my piss and jizz. They were a complete mess, lol. But—number three, the hairy awful one, had yet to blow. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy athlete ass right in his aspect, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his face into my ass tornado, and licked me up just as I had done him. In only moments, as he drove his clapper into my tite jock hole, he finally busts. Falling back, with his binding into the bed, and his capitulum tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as good as me. Three shots go straight up from his piss snatch, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my hairs with his wooden-headed construction jizz. I grin at his brawny plosion, but then five more shots hit me in the small of my vertebral column, and started trailing down my ass and thigh.

Giving the three of them only a few minute to recover, and spitting into the face of the one in the middle, I then society them to get dressed, pay up, and get the shtup 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 jeans on, I bark at them"that 's good, 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 articulatio humeri, and once again bark for them to get out. As they each grab their boots and tees, and go scrambling out the threshold, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up straw man, catching a smoke.

I give a loud whistle, and apparent motion for him to arrive on down.

As he enters the room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the fuck up, and get this dick in your back talk ”. Widening his eyes, Jason fell to his knee joint, and engulfed my still half hard centre into his mouth. Sucking loudly and marshy like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of noise ) 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 dear and severe, I yanked out of his mouth, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his dungaree to his articulatio talocruralis, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his boldness. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his waist, and slam dance 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 minutes this meter, but I felt my abs tighten up up, and knew it was fourth dimension.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a sucking noise as his anus closed shut. Telling him to turn over, I climbed up on top of his pectus, and grabbing him by the throat, shoved my dick into his mouth. All the way to the spine of his throat, I once again volley. Not near as big as a few minute ago of course, but three R-2 straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on meat, he shot pretty damm secure himself, leaving a stream across his pectus and belly, and making a dainty puddle. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his mouth, I flash him and evil grin, and cut loose another watercourse of my hot stinkin pee. His centre widen again, and he starts to shake his psyche back and Forth, but I just look him in the centre and say"drink it ”. After all—beer peeing is best, right ?

He manages to drink me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the sludge coating his throat. As he zips back up, I walk to the credenza and snap off two twenties."Here 's for the room, and beer. Thanx clotheshorse"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I surmisal he was in shock, and as he heads out the door, I quickly pack up, and slue back into my 501 's. Skipping the socks, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the route, and drumhead for home.

As I approach town, I decide to bike into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any home in town. As Im fueling up, I notice a duad of girls a few pump over checking me out. Damm—just no metre. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock music hard 8-pac, I grab my junk for a quick modification. I see one of the girls widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my rightfield leg, and slapping her helping hand against her mouth, turns her head to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my cooler, I proceed into the stock to take one more piss, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the hands room, I notice on the wall, a whole line up of cowboy thrill."nooky ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few minutes, pick out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the stack of boxes, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my berm."Fuck it—everybody seems to desire me to be cowboy, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the iron boot, and a hat I grabbed on the counter. The miss doughnut 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 smokes, but then I guess deciding I spent enough money, and just total 's me out."One eighty, hun"I snap off the twenty, and she bags up the boots, and I put the cowpuncher hat on my head. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few vehicles are moving in presence of me. I pause to let them go past, but one dude is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my right manus, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my bushy pits. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car head on. Nothing Major mind you, just a tap. I could n't help but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get home before mom, or in display case Dustin were to wake up and gross out out suit I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the conducting wire. I quietly sneak into the mansion, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few biff of drinking chocolate Milk River. Damm I loved that turd. Then taking a peep insides Dustin 's room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my elbow room, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock drawer', and fall in the cobbler's last of the immediate payment. One more speedy urine, then pillage down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a prospicient day, and I was beat .