New Jock Tales -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tournament

"Maaaathuuuu"crash -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the step to Dustin 's room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his room, with his arms over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Good Shepherd Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Gospel According to Matthew"“ Oh fuck clotheshorse, you mean the storm"? BAMM rumbling grumbling"Ahhhh yes, Matthew the storm -- -Im frighten"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a reasonably drastic storm -- -even for East Lone-Star State. I grabbed my lil bro by the waist, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his legs around my waistline, and his sleeve around my neck. His trembles turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my hand up to his caput, and tossling his hairsbreadth, I tried to insure him that it was just big H. I headed for the bathroom to take a piss, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a tenacious strong stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a small glass of milk. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a couple of water faucet of nutmeg, 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 thunder, and wind"Dustin took a slug of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to drink up, and placing the glass on the kitchen table, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a full body shaft on the bed. He let out a shriek, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my belly, and grabbed my pillow above my forefront with both implements of war. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the lower portion of my backbone, and snuggled his heading just under my pit."You stink, Matthew"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to sleep"

When I awoke again later that break of day, our positions had reversed. Dustin now had his spinal column to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his waist. My dick was rock hard now, holding back a sweet supply of morning piss. I was right in the small fling 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 play over again. After a few moments of silence, Dustin commented"you got hair on your can, and in your crack"I could n't help oneself but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I feel it"? I snickered to myself again, at his innocence."Just run your fingertips up and down my quip -- -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 impeccant. Fuck it, I decided, no metre like the acquaint.

pealing over on my book binding, I reach into the nite stand and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a quick pull. Just a little bombination would be very well for now. As usual, as my encephalon came awake, so did my dick. It only took import for me to suit fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big teen age dick. Eight fuckin inches so far, and only 15 age old. I instruct Dustin to catch my head with his fist, and rub my thumb over my wee slit. There it was—an endless supplying of fuck juice. Most b o y s did n't even exudate juice, but I had enuff for various. Slicking the succus over my cockhead, and squeezing hard, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The feeling set in decent away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my left field arm up over my head. Turning to the left field, I take a quick whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to pick up the gait. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cunning watching his still boyish fist grabbing my thick jock stopcock. He glanced up at my human face, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my belly and thigh tighten up, I spread my legs a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my balls, I gave them a grueling clinch and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four streams of unbroken jizz flying out of my dick forefront like a rocket launch, each one hitting the wall over my head, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the wall, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 more ropes of thick jock juice across my chest and belly. I was in shock at the amount of my onus. 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 universe record, lol.

Before I could quieten 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 door. I grabbed a pr of gym short from the floor, and a dirty tee to wipe off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to absquatulate for his room.

At the door was print Mattox."What 's up clotheshorse"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated happy morning the great unwashed."Dude—come on in, I got ta appearance you sompin"Literally grabbing mug by the script, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my accomplishment on the bulwark above my bed."Jesus Christ Dillon -- -you just do that"? Mark was ecstatic."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my pass. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ Holy fuck sheik -- -I seen grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a platter"“ shag ya swell -- -Im impressed with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

"Say -- -I got ta big wad for ya deep tonight after the game, if ur up for it"Mark had a impish look in his eyes."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy eccentric, or maybe stripper well. Figure you come straight from the secret plan in ur sweaty uniform, and you 'll be a big hit"

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

We had a noon plot, and this would be the end of the time of year for shot glass League. I asked fall guy to run me over to the field, as I needed to exploit out a bit, and get pumped up for the biz. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the field, where there is a footling league biz in progress. I deal Dustin a few bucks and told him 'do n't get into any fuss'. In the locker elbow room a few other guys had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to distinguish each former. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the bats and batting helmets. I flashed him a big smile and asked him was he abusing that little dick of his. He flashed back a big grin and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! three times a day"! All the guys chuckled at him, knowing they were just as shamed."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my jockstrap, exposing my baseball size bulge, and my tite moon shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping iron, and working up a effort, target again complimented me on my fine body. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still pretty skinny -- -just 29"waistline. The 6 pac was poppin out really good, and I started some really acute crunches."founder it the summertime, Dillon, you 'll have 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged Mark. I grinned at the anticipation of having an 8 pac by the meter football started side by side tumble. On the workbench imperativeness now, workin up the articulatio humeri, one of the beau walked by and popped me pretty hard right on my supporter strap."What the fuck dude"? It actually hurt pretty bad."cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the biggest dick -- -fuckin show off"One of the other b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur pecker Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their subprogram.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 minutes"That was the cue to get dressed, and get ready for the biz. Tony steady 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 year, and lost his legs, 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 intense. We stayed neck and neck with the Tamil Tigers, until now, it was the bottom of the ninth, and I was the last batter. As I approached the home, I look over and see Tony in the dugout. I just could n't abide it. I called for a time out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third base base logical argument to come to me. I told him to go get Tony, and bicycle him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded approving."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin clump, you wheel his ass over here to this shell as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called fourth dimension in, and as the LTTE picture took the stance, preparing for the nothingness up, I raised my bat, and pointed to revolve around field of operations. The herd went nuts, with hollering and cheers. It took a lot of hairy orchis for somebody in shot glass conference to deplumate a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the wind up, he then called meter. It was getting crazy out here for sure. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this game Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that bollock out of the park, I WILL sucking -- YOUR -- DICK"I flash a big grin at colewort Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The wind up—and the delivery. It was either the league championship, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so hard that I felt every os in my vertebrae pop, from my shank up to my neck, and broke the bat clean in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the park, in dead silence. And there it went.

clean and jerk over shopping center field -- -clearing the fencing by over three feet. Still, the stadium was still, and frozen in time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to bet behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony steady to the denture. I grab the hold of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as operose and fast as I could, the front line wheels wobbling in the dirt."I hope it does n't lock up"was all I could remember. First—second -- third -- and finally, plate. The crew went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in roundabout, doing sinker, if you will. In the ecstasy of the bit, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan expressive style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's berm, raising his arm in victory. My shaggy fossa were dripping in sweat, running down my rib John Milton Cage Jr., and I could smell my own ripe jock blue funk. My dick twitched a bit. fool had managed to work his way into the crowd to base plate. He smack me on the abdomen, and told me to count down. In all the excitement, 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 crustal plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in round, crying now in my centre. I kissed Dustin rightfulness on the lips. He laughed, and wiped it off with the back of his hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the heart --"Bro -- -go find that Lucille Ball. Twenty bucks Dustin, go witness my ball"He nodded his headspring up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the flat coat, gave him a hard smack on the butt."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a cougar. I had no thoughts about it at that moment, but class later, I would painfully project out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the ground I walked on. And that idolization would become his own motivating for becoming quite the baseball game whiz himself. And as we both got older, I less and less gave him the metre of day.

The cheers continued around the field of operation. I could see the TV work party making it 's way over to home scale. Charlie Parker, still standing on the pictures cumulus, glanced over at me, with his heading hung. I pointed at him, with an evil grinning. He gave me back a thumbs up, indicating he would live up to the bet.

After about an hour and half, the crowd finally starts to dissipate, and some of us start heading for the locker room to lavish up and variety dress. I run up to cole Charlie Parker, and grabbing him by his jersey, just say"coarse strong-armer, ur with me"“ Good Shepherd Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, redress fuckin now, cause Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to go down on this big jock dick"I dragged him around to the back of the cascade house. It was a weird thing -- -this second paries that protruded about three feet out from the back wall of the mansion, then ran about half the duration of the firm. There was a gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubbyhole hole, if you will. cypher new why it was there, or what it was supposed to do. It was finally decided that it was just a glitch when they built the building, so there we have it—more like a big closet behind the construction.

We walk in and I close the logic gate, and pushing kail to the back, grab him by the hair and push him down to his knee. I whip out my big 8"of jock substance, give him a smile, and just say"SUCK ”. As Cole opens his mouth, I waist no prison term in shoving my meat down his throat. Tightening my hold on his fuzz, I instantly go into a relentless pounding of his pharynx, plunging my now rock intemperate stopcock to the back of his pharynx, my loins going up his nose with each driving force. It took no time for the prig to start pouring out of Cole 's nose, but I just grinned and kept plunging my mineral vein poppin putz into his throat. I took my left hand and slapped him up side the face,"hug 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 leave alone deal, this meter grabbing him by the pharynx, and squeezing hard, you could now see my rooster going in and out of his tight wet pharynx. The snoot continued to pullulate, as well now as the sweat pouring from my Inferno and belly. I yanked my dick from his mouthpiece, and shoved his face into my justly pit."miff it dude -- -just like glue. get word my malodor, effort you 'll be getting lots Thomas More of it ”. I moved his face from my pit over to the left wing one, then ordered him to solve the fret from my ripe pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the Casimir Funk of my colliery, as I returned him to the right one to lick it strip as well. I do n't live what got over me, but I was really boning up on the abuse I was giving to Cole.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my prick, and shoved it again, straight down his pharynx."God damm ur fuckin well"Grabbing him now by both sides of his drumhead, I began slamming his throat hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to fight me off, as he began to gag and gag on my big teen age shaft."Had enuff, touchwood"? I asked him staring into his oculus. 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 face, and he shook his head back and forth."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that thing in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not part of the deal"Cole responded in a terror."You want me to finish up ur ass, and plant my debris in ur guts, or put it back in ur oral fissure, and inundate your mouth with it"?

"Enuff beau"!



"I said I 'd imbibe ur dick bro, and I sucked ur dick. Did n't say zilch 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 mind, I could n't stop. I rared back with my aright arm, and delivered a crushing blow to the right-hand side of Cole 's side. Before he could find, I delivered three pop to his rightfulness eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his facial expression dripping onto his shoulder."Good Shepherd Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the fuck is wrongly with you"?"wishing some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, punk"With that I swung a left hand hybridization across his backtalk, busting his lip opened, again the b l o o d dripping down his chin, hitting his chest. I grabbed him by both incline of his straits, and pulled him in close to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spat my spit and snot into his backtalk. Then delivering three hard blows to his gut, I slung him down to the ground on his stomach. I got hold of his belt, and ripped it from his trouser, and shucked them down. One more blow to the right k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some dick now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a pure maniac at this compass point. Whimpering now, Cole finally relented—"ya Dillon, give it to me"Angry, I struck him on the back of his head."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please jazz 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 fistful of spit and snoot, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom head, of my juice oozing cock. I slicked up the altogether head, and then ran my hand up into the crack of Cole 's ass crack. Pushing my middle finger's breadth deep into his super tite suspensor mess ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even break off the toilet paper, lol ) to loosen him up. I pull my finger, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing cole by his whisker again, and pulling his forefront backwards, shove the finger into his mouth."Suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the Saame question, I squeeze my dick difficult, and slam into Cole 's tight virgin trap. Wasting no clock time, I went right into plunging my rock-and-roll hard meat into the astuteness of his sand, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his side into the concrete wall, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a jackhammer. It only took about 10-12 stab, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Yardbird Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as hard as I could bear. Still holding him by his hair's-breadth, and slamming his face into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an hour, destroying his cherry red. My nut was so intense that I began trembling, and shacking at my thighs, and my jizz began to ooze back out of his tite jock hole. My stomach was so fast, that it was now wanton 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 wall. Grabbing his hair's-breadth again, I popped his mouth again with my odd fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half hobble tool back into his backtalk, 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 ogre."Use ur glossa goon, get it trade good and clean"With no energy to fight back, Cole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably expert and clean, and reared my heading backwards, and closing my centre, cut sluttish. kail went into a convulsion like epileptic shock as I cut loose the stream of my hot nasty stinkin jockstrap piss down his throat. I filled his stomach with my nectar, grinning at him the whole while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to draw up my own pants, and buckled them up. Delivering one to a greater extent mouthfull of spit and snot to his face, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”