New Jock Tales—Freshman yr -- Chptr 12 -- Happy 4th of July

Summer had been corking -- -and so was animation. I had coined my own little phrase --

"one lucky Edward White boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock feet now at a 12, poppin 8 intemperately public square of abs, 9"of vein poppin dick, and that hard round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my shaggy-haired infernal region. I tried to keep myself in check, and not brag, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more diddlysquat than most senior.

But not just the awesome bod, but life in oecumenical. Living the fantasy of taking our freshman squad to a state championship was still unlikely -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice mansion in a moderate neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my dick for me—he loved to see me nut : ) Mom had a safe job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all fantasy merchandising my big jock dick to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old perverts and middle age catamount were the better -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA choice. Typical fee—about $ 1.50 a Irish pound, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the measure of debris I blew every time I popped a load. I had played around with enough bozo by now to realize it was monumental. I 'd say maybe 5 clock time more than normal—and aloofness as well. the pits I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough succus by now to have populated a small Ithiel Town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and header upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday morning cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this coffee tree"? ?"Ya Gospel According to Matthew"“ Well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't give my lil bro much attention these days—between the mowing Book of Job ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer packing, ( decided to go for gold this yr ) I just did n't have much free clip. And football practice would set off up in just 3 weeks -- -jeez. I was going to have to start working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the flesh I had, dirt I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after speciality preparation. first team would be a lot harder than newcomer football. The guys would be way handsome. And the strength education would profit the fisticuffs as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guy cable, for no ground at least, but fuck it—if your in that ringing, they 're gon na smart you, so you might as well offend them first.

After a pair 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 receive lost my shit. There stood bull's eye Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the piece of tail do you fucks need ?"I was pretty self-important and throaty. Dustin jumps from the sofa and bolts for his elbow room. I guess flashbacks from the day last year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the house from having r a p e d my ass the Nox before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the dirt bike. Im thinking I want some drumfish, too : )

"We just wan na talk, St. Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ football game ”."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. Did n't even offer up them any. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the reclining chair. I assumed an arrogant stead, slumping down in the president, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my junk hang unfreeze, and visible from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty unproblematic Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity squad from graduation. This year will be every bit as hard as finale year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and head for the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a stiff sinewy peeing. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cups of coffee berry on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the reclining chair, I assumed the like place, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a light-colored tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice public 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 indorsement, I repeated the command."You want that tee shirt ? Suck my cock ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."creep you opprobrious son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at Mark Mattox, Maruice drops to his mitt and knees and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulders now buried right between my hairy muscled thighs, suck in my half firmly dick in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my chief, locking them together, and take a more adulterate out falling off in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the shot. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouth, relishing the feel of his thick blackamoor mouth as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling pecker."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty interpreter. As Maurice tightens the grasp of his sassing, and moving from my piss prick to my pubes with each motion, I step up the pace of fucking his lip, now hitting the spinal column of his throat with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each time he goes down, as my 3"pubes go up his nose, which just brought an iniquity smile to my face.

Usually the break of day nut is one of the world-class affair I do, but I had n't got to it yet this morning—and it 's been about 2 time of day now since I got up. I take a quick huff of my correctly pit, burying my shaggy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick throb at my funk, I bring my coat of arms down, and lock my hands around the vertebral column of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. Shot after shot of my thick jock 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 tooth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snot into Maurice expression. Finally letting go, he comes off my tool, and rests back on his haunches.

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

I Holy Order Maurice to work around, back on all fours, and to bury his face in the flooring. Looking over at Mattox, with the Lapplander stern typeface, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glare, 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 consecutive, but like me, he did have a thing for some tite greasy man gob. If for no early reason, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and throw his jeans. Still wearing his tee shirt, and socks, I thought it was a aphrodisiacal feeling. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his human knee behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."ass no—spit on him ”. fall guy kinda moved his head back and Forth River, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty ripe lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own peter up, I had a momentary wonder of his pretty impressive peter. brand was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later phone 'zero waist melodic phrase'. As he strokes up to get his monolithic fuck stick hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. Suck that golf hole. Munch that black ass out, and get him loose-fitting ”. Mattox resisted, saying it was n't his thing. 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 moments of faltering, Mattox finally lowers his expression down to Maurice ass shot. Pushing his mouth into it 's dark total darkness crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream retinal cone ”. I was actually storm that Mattox succumbed to such chagrin himself. Being middling straight, I did n't see him as the type that would sacrifice 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 sustain my lil monster down : )

I ordered grade to stick it in, and fuck the doodly-squat outta Maurice hole."Get up in them guts, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the professorship, and walked over to a street corner of the room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the rightfulness of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a position with the bat drawn back behind my spike, Mattox gets a aspect of veneration in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his chest turns red, and sweat head start pouring from his pits, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a piffling puppy. ending enough, I decide.

As the moment arrives, Mark takes a final v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his dentition, and squeezing his ass boldness, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely scare the roll in the hay out of Dustin, I assumed still in his way. Just as Gospel According to Mark begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the trading floor on his paunch, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's dorsum and shoulders, then toss it to the English. bell ringer 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 precaution. I walk up to him, and kicking him in the rib, tell him to roll over onto his backrest. Then, kicking Maurice in the expression, 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 holy terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up fall guy 's still one-half hard hawkshaw, sucking all his jizz, and ass goo from his dick.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of denim, stuffing my low hanging jockstrap dick down the right leg, and tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the lace on my PF flier, I grunt through my teeth,"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 wish everybody else. And if you make it, you will suck my gumshoe -- -every calendar 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 animated cartoon. I grin at him. Was n't showing him much attention these sidereal day, but I did hump the little fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best window pane smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin teenager ”. A gleam comes across his look, and almost crying, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone blank out soul 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 coffee cake ”. Justin gleams like it was Christmas. As brand and Maurice approach the figurehead door, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just glare at me, prolly thinking, 'what an asshole'.