New Jock Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony conference

I guess I was just a born jock—I considered myself lucky. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not real big, judgement you, only about 5'10 ”, maybe 125 lbs on a wet day : ). I already had hair on my legs, and up in the fracture of my ass, and a reasonably courteous 'bush'in my pits, and hanging 7 1/2"of dick. To most of the other guys on the baseball squad, I guess I was intimidating.

Girls came at me like loony, and I was smart enough to notice a few coup d'oeil from the guys as well, 'specially in the locker room. Pussy was well-situated -- -I got my outset slice last class.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a sportswoman nut, is an acronym for Protect Our neighbourhood Youth. It was organized in 1951 at Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that time catamenia, It served as a passage league from tykes, or peewit, to the up-coming senior high school.

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

We had a pretty hot n sweaty practice this one good afternoon. Even though a spring sport—it got hot in Texas pretty fast. My skid had gotten kinda tight as my fundament were growing like I was feeding them fertilizer -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big feet, and dick : ) I shucked them, and my drogue off, and tying the lacing together, slung them over my shoulder -- -a jock thing : ) Walking across the soft pot of the field to the field house, 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 timid about being in front of another beau naked, mostly cause they really had n't developed much. Only about five or so of us actually showered up after practice. I just did it mostly to record off : )

So I hit the shower bath head, and turn the urine to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the feel as it hit my back, and I held my arms up behind my point, exposing my stinkn pits. Some said I was always showin off, cause I did n't face the shower bath 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 piss a comment about my big putz. I do n't really commend what he said, but I responded with something like he was Wyrd for making fun of the buster with the biggest 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 sister said survive night too ”. He came at me across the shower floor, but just before he got within weapon reach, I pulled back and cold cocked him upside his head. He jumped from the flooring, but again I got 3 ready pop to his oral cavity, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his chest of drawers and breadbasket, and washed down the drain.

The whole room got really quite, and Johnny Reb just laid there for a minute, collecting his idea, I guess. I took a glance across the room at the other guys, and grinning, just said 'silver gloves'. Deciding that this was n't going to end it, I walk over and grab him by the haircloth, and pull him to where his head is just level with my dick."So Bradly -- -you like my prick, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, half way to my knee, all bushy and shit ?"“ Bet you wish you could touch it, huh ?"“ nooky off, Dillon"“ Fuck off you say, ? Ya, I might have intercourse off—fuck off in ur mouth, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few smile and articulatio cubiti punches gave me the juice to go through with it. I never stood down.

"I seen you checking me out dude—admiring my big supporter dick. I mean, it 's kool and all, be kool to see who sucks better -- -your sister, or you"I guesswork still nobody knew—it was in fact Bradly 's Sister that I busted my cherry over a pair of eld ago. This, of form, got me just the chemical reaction I wanted. As the other bois started laughing, greyback jumped from the flooring and reared back to ingest a swing. But, I blocked his awkward swing, and once again, delivered 3 hard popping to his mouth, right at the same place. 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 leave alone hand into his backtalk, I say to him in a mysterious growling voice, 'suck me'. The expressions on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na make this buster imbibe my dick—right here in the exhibitioner, in front of half the team ? You damm skippy I was -- -no fearfulness."I said suck in me punk, or I 'll go for your tooth next ”.

To my surprise, Johnny Kelso ( whom later would become my best friend in football ) ran up behind Bradly, and grabbing him by the hair from behind,

f o r c e s him forward, and himself demands"suction it, fag"Bradly hesitates, then Kelso hits him in the back of the nous. I heard a duo of the fellow mutter"piece of ass this shit -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his mouth, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ inches in, and tug it all the way down his throat, burying my jock cock to the pubes."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite charge up."sucking ur original dick b o y ”. As I hold on to the top of Bradly 's hair, I begin pumping his throat like a porn hotshot. In and out, in rapid fashion, I dicked him down like a piece of meat. It took only a few moments for me to burn out my junk down his throat, and he choked up my jizz from his stomach. I just looked at him, and laughed like a gaga man.

Assuming he was done, he started to stand, but I grabbed his hair again, and just said"uh-uh hoodlum -- -you got ta take fear of my assistant now ”. As Bradly opened his backtalk in disbelief, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh hell ya"I glance over to the storage locker, and see the few that were dressing Begin to provide. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the same handling. Im the captain, and you will do what the fuck I tell you"They just sat on the benches, some of them watching. shot they decided not to quiz me.

"suck him punk -- -suck that big jockstrap cock. Suck him good too -- -or I 'll fall apart you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's cock like his life depended on it. I guess from a sealed pointedness of sight, it did. Do n't love if he had sucked a pecker before, but the b o y was damm soundly. Kelso, in wish fashion as my self, skull fucked his throat like a craze mad man. It only took moments for him to boast his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both sides of his principal, Kelso slammed his sass about 5 times, pubes to teeth, blowing hot jock jizz down his throat. Pretty impressive, I thought to myself. It would be a match of years yet, but eventually I would come to make out the gustation of that buddy-buddy jock jizz, and it was really good : )

Finally I yank Bradly back straight up. Grabbing him by the throat, I say to him in a loud voice"Had enuff Bradly -- -that adequate shaft for one day"? He shook his head up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the cabinet area, where he fell into the little group sitting on the benches. After a quick rinse, Kelso and me exited the shower room, and joined the rest to get dressed.

"This is existent simpleton -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin affair that happened here today, can expect waaaaay forged punishment. What happens here, stays here"A few months later, well-nigh of those guys present that day, would become the founding appendage of, 'The diamond Dawgs'.

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