New Jock taradiddle -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tourney

"Maaaathuuuu"crash -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the steps to Dustin 's elbow 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"!"Jesus Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Levi"“ Oh fuck dude, you mean the storm"? BAMM rumble rumble"Ahhhh yes, Matthew the storm -- -Im scared"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a passably drastic violent storm -- -even for eastern United States Texas. I grabbed my lil bro by the shank, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his pegleg around my waist, and his arms around my neck. His shiver turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my hand up to his principal, and tossling his hair, I tried to assure him that it was just big H. I headed for the bathroom to use up a piss, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a foresightful strong stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a small shabu of Milk River. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a couple of taps of nutmeg, I paw to him. Walking over to the patio door, I open it up and maltreat out on the terrace."See"I said softly,"It 's just nose drops, and wind"Dustin took a slug of his Milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to pledge up, and placing the trash on the kitchen table, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a full consistency dig 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 nous with both arms. In just a few instant, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the low parting of my book binding, and snuggled his head just under my pit."You stink, St. Matthew the Apostle"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to sleep"

When I awoke again later that morning, our post had reversed. Dustin now had his back to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his shank. My dick was rock candy hard now, holding back a fresh supply of morning piddle. I was right in the small crack 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 turn over again. After a few moments of silence, Dustin commented"you got whisker on your hind end, and in your cranny"I could n't facilitate but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I experience it"? I snickered to myself again, at his ingenuousness."Just run your fingertips up and down my scissure -- -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 tool really voiceless."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so innocent. Fuck it, I decided, no clock time like the present.

wheeling over on my back, I reach into the nite viewpoint and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a quick pull. Just a little buzz would be alright for now. As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my gumshoe. It only took moments for me to become fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big adolescent age prick. eighter fuckin column inch so far, and only 15 year old. I instruct Dustin to snap up my heading with his fist, and rub my thumb over my piddle prick. There it was—an endless supply of love juice. Most b o y s did n't even ooze juice, but I had enuff for several. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing hard, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The tone set in right away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my left arm up over my head. Turning to the left, I take a flying whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to pick up the pace. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still schoolboyish fist grabbing my midst athletic supporter cock. He glanced up at my face, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my belly and thighs tighten up, I spread my ramification a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my balls, I gave them a hard squeezing and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four current of unbroken jizz flying out of my shaft pass like a rocket launch, each one hitting the wall over my drumhead, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the wall, Dustin still jackin my tool, and shot 5 More circle of thick jock juice across my chest and belly. I was in jounce at the amount of my burden. Even in the few pornography I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may have just set a world disk, lol.

Before I could steady down, and take in 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 social movement doorway. I grabbed a pr of gym boxers from the story, and a unclean tee to pass over off the jizz from my body. I tell Dustin to go off for his room.

At the doorway was Mark Mattox."What 's up dude"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated well-chosen morning people."Dude—come on in, I got ta display you sompin"Literally grabbing Mark by the hand, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my accomplishment on the wall above my bed."Redeemer Dillon -- -you just do that"? patsy was rhapsodic."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ holy fuck buster -- -I seen full-grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record"“ Fuck ya sheik -- -Im strike with myself"I kinda chuckled at my acquisition.

"Say -- -I got ta big hatful for ya of late tonight after the secret plan, if ur up for it"Mark had a mischievous look in his optic."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy case, or maybe stripteaser. flesh you come straight from the game in ur sweaty uniform, and you 'll be a big hit"

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

We had a noon game, and this would be the end of the season for trot League. I asked St. Mark to run me over to the domain, as I needed to do work out a bit, and get pumped up for the plot. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the subject field, where there is a fiddling league secret plan in progress. I hand Dustin a few sawbuck and told him 'do n't get into any trouble'. In the locker room a few other guys had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to spot each other. 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 hombre chuckled at him, knowing they were just as guilty."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my suspensor, exposing my baseball size bulge, and my tite moon shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping atomic number 26, and working up a sudor, Mark again complimented me on my OK organic structure. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still somewhat skinny -- -just 29"shank. The 6 pac was poppin out really good, and I started some really acute crush."sacrifice it the summer, Dillon, you 'll feature 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged Mark. I grinned at the expectancy of having an 8 pac by the time football started next fall. On the bench press now, workin up the shoulders, one of the dandy walked by and popped me pretty hard right on my suspensor strap."What the fuck dude"? It actually hurt moderately bad."Cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the liberal dick -- -fuckin show off"One of the other b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur prick Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their routine.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 minutes"That was the cue to get dressed, and get ready for the game. Tony truelove 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 squad."Hit one for me, Dillon"He was looking particularly down today, so I just smiled at him, and said"you got it bro'.

The plot went pretty intense. We stayed neck and neck opening with the Tigers, until now, it was the ass of the 9th, and I was the go batter. As I approached the shell, I look over and see Tony in the dugout. I just could n't fend it. I called for a fourth dimension out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third base base telephone line to come to me. I told him to go get Tony, and wheel around him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded approving."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin ball, you wheel his ass over here to this plate as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called prison term in, and as the Tigers photo took the stance, preparing for the hint up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center field. The crowd went freak, with bellow and sunniness. It took a lot of hairy balls for someone in shot glass League to pull a 'Babe Book of Ruth', but I was determined. As the moving picture prepared for the air current up, he then called time. It was getting brainsick 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 ball out of the parking lot, I WILL SUCK -- YOUR -- peter"I flash a big smile at Cole Dorothy Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Dorothy Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The steer up—and the pitch. It was either the league backup, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so voiceless that I felt every os in my vertebrae pop, from my waist up to my neck, and broke the bat clean and jerk in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the park, in deadened silence. And there it went.

Clean over center field -- -clearing the fencing by over three feet. Still, the stadium was silent, and freeze in time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to look behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony sweetie to the plate. I grab the hold of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as hard and loyal as I could, the front roulette wheel wobbling in the dirt."I hope it does n't lock away up"was all I could think. First—second -- third -- and finally, family. The crowd went totally atomic. I continued pushing Tony around in band, doing sinker, if you will. In the ecstasy of the instant, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's shoulders, raising his arm in triumph. My bushy infernal region were dripping in sweat, running down my rib cage, and I could smell my own ripe athlete funk. My pecker twitched a bit. Mark had managed to work his way into the crowd to home plate. He smack me on the belly, and told me to look down. In all the hullabaloo, and jumping and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my fiddling bro, Dustin had managed to climb the fencing, and was running towards me to home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, tears now in my eyes. I kissed Dustin right on the rim. He laughed, and wiped it off with the dorsum of his hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square toes in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that ball. Twenty bucks Dustin, go witness my ball"He nodded his heading up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the ground, gave him a hard smack on the butt."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a Felis concolor. I had no cerebration about it at that bit, but long time later, I would painfully figure out that from that second, my lil bro worshiped the terra firma I walked on. And that idolization would go his own motivation for becoming quite the baseball maven himself. And as we both got older, I less and less gave him the sentence of day.

The cheers continued around the arena. I could see the TV gang making it 's way over to home plate. Parker, still standing on the moving-picture show mound, glanced over at me, with his head hung. I pointed at him, with an evil grinning. He gave me back a ovolo up, indicating he would be 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 shower up and change clothes. I run up to Cole Parker, and grabbing him by his Jersey, just say"uncouth punk, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right fuckin now, drive Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to give-up the ghost down on this big suspensor dick"I dragged him around to the vertebral column of the exhibitor house. It was a weird thing -- -this endorse paries that protruded about three feet out from the plunk for paries of the business firm, then ran about half the length of the house. There was a gate at the end of it, and it was like this snuggery maw, if you will. cipher 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 construction, so there we have it—more like a big closet behind the building.

We walk in and I close the logic gate, and pushing Cole to the rear, snap him by the hair and push him down to his knees. I whip out my big 8"of suspensor meat, give him a grin, and just say"SUCK ”. As borecole opens his mouth, I waist no sentence in shoving my meat down his pharynx. Tightening my grip on his hair, I instantly go into a relentless pounding of his throat, plunging my now rock hard cock to the back of his pharynx, my pubes going up his nose with each stab. It took no time for the snot to begin pouring out of kail 's nose, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vein poppin cock into his throat. I took my left hand and slapped him up side the face,"wring those back talk punk, make it tight"I ordered him as I continued to run my stopcock in and out of his throat. Again, taking my left bridge player, this prison term grabbing him by the pharynx, and squeezing hard, you could now see my dick going in and out of his tight wet pharynx. The snot continued to teem, as well now as the swither pouring from my quarry and belly. I yanked my dick from his sass, and shoved his human face into my right pit."miff it dude -- -just like glue. Learn my stink, grounds you 'll be getting lots more of it ”. I moved his face from my pit over to the left one, then ordered him to lick the swither from my ripe pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the blue funk of my orchestra pit, as I returned him to the right one to lick it clean as well. I do n't know what got over me, but I was really boning up on the abuse I was giving to colewort.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my dick, and shoved it again, straight down his throat."God damm ur fuckin good"Grabbing him now by both sides of his head, I began slamming his pharynx hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to fight me off, as he began to cash in one's chips and gag on my big teen age putz."Had enuff, punk"? I asked him staring into his eyes. All he could do was nod his head up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your pants"A expression of revulsion came over kale '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 business deal"borecole responded in a affright."You want me to eat up up ur ass, and plant my junk in ur sand, or put it back in ur lip, and flood your mouth with it"?

"Enuff fashion plate"!



"I said I 'd go down on ur dick bro, and I sucked ur putz. Did n't say cipher 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 dick dandy, and that 's it. No fuckin Thomas More"Having reached that 'crazed'state of mind, I could n't stop. I rared back with my in good order arm, and delivered a crushing blow to the right hand side of Cole 's look. Before he could go back, I delivered three dad to his right eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his face dripping onto his shoulder joint."Jesus Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the fuck is wrong with you"?"deficiency some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, punk"With that I swung a left hand cross across his back talk, busting his lip open, again the b l o o d dripping down his chin, hitting his chest. I grabbed him by both sides of his head, and pulled him in closing curtain to my expression, and hawking up a luggie, spat my spittle and snot into his mouth. Then delivering three hard blows to his gut, I slung him down to the priming on his belly. I got hold of his bash, and ripped it from his bloomers, and shucked them down. One Sir Thomas More blow to the justly k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some tool now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a fill in madman at this stage. Whimpering now, Cole finally relented—"ya Dillon, fall in 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 fuck my ass—please jazz me hard and bust ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An evil chuckle emerged from my throat—deep down from the stop. Again I worked up a handful of spit and snot, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom-shaped cloud head, of my juice oozing dick. I slicked up the whole head, and then ran my bridge player up into the fissure of colewort 's ass offer. Pushing my middle finger deep into his first-rate tite athletic supporter hole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even go bad 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 haircloth again, and pulling his head backwards, jostle the finger into his mouth."sucking it, pig"was all I said to him. In the like apparent motion, I squeeze my gumshoe arduous, and slam dance into Brassica oleracea acephala 's tight Virgo the Virgin hole. Wasting no time, I went right into plunging my rock hard meat into the depth of his gumption, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his face into the concrete paries, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a jackhammer. It only took about 10-12 thrusts, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Yardbird Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as hard as I could deliver. Still holding him by his tomentum, and slamming his facial expression into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an time of day, destroying his cherry. My nut was so intense that I began trembling, and shacking at my thigh, and my jizz began to ooze back out of his tite jockstrap hole. My belly was so soaked, that it was now easy to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to have grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked borecole around, and shoved his binding up against the rampart. Grabbing his tomentum again, I popped his mouth again with my pass on fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half hitch peter back into his mouth, 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 demon."Use ur tongue spunk, get it good and clean"With no energy to fight back, cole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably respectable and clean, and reared my head backwards, and closing my eyes, cut loose. Cole went into a convulsion like epileptic shock as I cut loose the flow of my hot nasty stinkin jock piss down his pharynx. I filled his venter with my nectar, grinning at him the whole while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to perpetrate up my own pants, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of spitting and snot to his nerve, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”