New supporter Tales -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tourney

"Maaaathuuuu"wreck -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the stairs to Dustin 's room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the midriff of his room, with his weapons system over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Redeemer Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Levi"“ Oh fuck dude, you mean the violent storm"? BAMM grumbling rumble"Ahhhh yes, St. Matthew the storm -- -Im scared"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a jolly drastic storm -- -even for Orient Lone-Star State. I grabbed my lil bro by the shank, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his legs around my waist, and his arms around my cervix. His trembles turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my bridge player up to his head, and tossling his hair, I tried to assure him that it was just scag. I headed for the bathroom to call for a piss, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a long stiff stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a small ice of Milk River. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a couple of tap of Myristica fragrans, I manus to him. Walking over to the patio door, I open it up and ill-treat out on the patio."See"I said softly,"It 's just thunder, and wind"Dustin took a type slug of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to drink up, and placing the glassful on the kitchen table, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a entire body sweep on the bed. He let out a shriek, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my venter, and grabbed my pillow above my headland with both implements of war. In just a few second, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the lower part of my rear, and snuggled his head just under my pit."You stink, Matthew"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to sleep"

When I awoke again later that morning, our positions had reversed. Dustin now had his back 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 fresh supply of first light weewee. I was right in the small crevice 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 round over again. After a few moment of silence, Dustin commented"you got hair on your ass, and in your crack"I could n't help but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I experience it"? I snickered to myself again, at his pureness."Just run your fingertips up and down my crevice -- -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 innocent. Fuck it, I decided, no fourth dimension like the present.

Rolling over on my cover, I reach into the nite stand and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a warm drag. Just a little bombination would be ok for now. As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my pecker. It only took second for me to become fully get up. I looked down and smiled at my big teen age gumshoe. eight-spot fuckin inches so far, and only 15 years old. I instruct Dustin to grab my head with his clenched fist, and rub my pollex over my urinate scratch. There it was—an endless supply of lie with succus. well-nigh 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 opinion set in right away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my leftfield arm up over my headland. Turning to the left, I take a nimble 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 boylike clenched fist grabbing my thick jock 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 legs a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my lump, I gave them a hard power play and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four flow of unbroken jizz flying out of my peter head like a garden 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 pectus and belly. I was in blow at the quantity of my load. Even in the few porns I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that very much jizz. I was thinking I may receive just set a world phonograph record, lol.

Before I could calm down, and collect my intellection, there was a rapping at the front doorway."Fuck"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the cellar to the front room access. I grabbed a pr of gym underdrawers from the floor, and a begrime tee to wipe off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to bolt for his elbow room.

At the door was print Mattox."What 's up dude"he exclaimed all cheerfull and jack. I hated well-chosen forenoon people."Dude—come on in, I got ta appearance you sompin"Literally grabbing gull by the mitt, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the paries above my bed."Jesus of Nazareth Dillon -- -you just do that"? stain was ecstatic."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ Holy fuck buster -- -I seen arise men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a phonograph recording"“ shtup ya gallant -- -Im impressed with myself"I kinda chuckled at my acquirement.

"Say -- -I got ta big deal for ya belated tonight after the game, if ur up for it"Mark had a mischievous look in his heart."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy types, or maybe stripper. digit you come straight from the game in ur sweaty uniform, and you 'll be a big hit"

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

We had a noon biz, and this would be the end of the season for Pony League. I asked Mark to run me over to the field, as I needed to play out a bit, and get pumped up for the game. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the field, where there is a little league plot in progress. I hand Dustin a few dollar and told him 'do n't get into any trouble'. In the cabinet way a few former guys had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to make out each early. 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 guilty."That 's my boi -- -tear it up"

I strip down to just my athletic supporter, exposing my baseball size bulge, and my tite moon shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping atomic number 26, and working up a perspiration, Saint Mark again complimented me on my fine body. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still pretty skinny -- -just 29"waist. The 6 pac was poppin out really expert, and I started some really intense crunches."give it the summer, Dillon, you 'll receive 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged Mark. I grinned at the prevision of having an 8 pac by the time football game started succeeding declension. On the bench press now, workin up the articulatio humeri, one of the sheik walked by and popped me pretty hard rightfulness on my jock strap."What the fuck dude"? It actually hurt moderately bad."cover song that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the biggest dick -- -fuckin show off"One of the former b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur cock Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their bit.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 hour"That was the cue to get dressed, and get ready for the biz. Tony sweetie 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 peg, but he was still on the roll 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 game went pretty intense. We stayed neck and neck opening with the World Tamil Movement, until now, it was the rump of the ninth, and I was the finally slugger. As I approached the plate, I look over and see Tony in the dugout. I just could n't remain firm it. I called for a time out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third base parentage to come to me. I told him to go get Tony, and wheel him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded approval."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin ball, you wheel his ass over here to this photographic plate as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called time in, and as the Tigers image took the position, preparing for the hint up, I raised my bat, and pointed to revolve around area. The herd went nut case, with holloa and cheers. It took a lot of hairy ballock for somebody in crib conference to get out a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the wind up, he then called time. It was getting mad out here for for certain. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this biz Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that formal out of the commons, I WILL SUCK -- YOUR -- DICK"I flash a big grin at Cole Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The wind up—and the pitch. It was either the league championship, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so gruelling 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 stagnant secretiveness. And there it went.

clean and jerk over mall theater of operations -- -clearing the fencing by over three feet. Still, the stadium was silent, and frozen in fourth dimension. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to depend behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the scale. I grab the handles of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as hard and fast as I could, the front bicycle wobbling in the soil."I hope it does n't lock up"was all I could think. First—second -- third -- and finally, HOME. The crowd went totally atomic. I continued pushing Tony around in forget me drug, doing donuts, if you will. In the raptus of the moment, 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 victory. My shaggy-haired pits were dripping in travail, running down my rib batting cage, and I could smell my own ripe athletic supporter funk. My dick twitched a bit. St. Mark had managed to ferment his way into the crew to home plate. He smack me on the stomach, and told me to search down. In all the inflammation, and jump and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my footling bro, Dustin had managed to climb the fence, and was running towards me to home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in roundabout, tears now in my middle. I kissed Dustin right wing on the lips. He laughed, and wiped it off with the backrest of his hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that glob. Twenty clam Dustin, go find oneself my ball"He nodded his head up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the terra firma, gave him a hard smack on the cigaret."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a puma. I had no persuasion about it at that moment, but years later, I would painfully enter out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the basis I walked on. And that idolization would become his own motivation for becoming quite the baseball star himself. And as we both got honest-to-god, I to a lesser extent and less gave him the time of day.

The cheer continued around the field of study. I could see the TV crew making it 's way over to home denture. Parker, still standing on the word picture heap, glanced over at me, with his brain hung. I pointed at him, with an evil grin. He gave me back a thumbs up, indicating he would live up to the bet.

After about an hr and half, the crowd finally starts to dissipate, and some of us start heading for the locker elbow room to shower up and modification clothes. I run up to Cole Parker, and grabbing him by his jersey, just say"common goon, ur with me"“ Redeemer Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right fuckin now, cause Im horny as screw, and ur fixin to back up down on this big suspensor tool"I dragged him around to the book binding of the shower house. It was a eldritch thing -- -this bit wall that protruded about three feet out from the plunk for wall of the theater, then ran about half the length of the house. There was a gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubby pickle, if you will. Nobody new why it was there, or what it was supposed to do. It was finally decided that it was just a bug when they built the construction, so there we have it—more like a big loo behind the building.

We walk in and I close the gate, and pushing Cole to the book binding, snatch him by the hair and push him down to his genu. I whip out my big 8"of supporter substance, give him a smiling, and just say"sucking ”. As borecole opens his mouth, I waist no time in shoving my meat down his throat. Tightening my grip on his hair's-breadth, I instantly go into a relentless pounding of his throat, plunging my now rock hard cock to the binding of his throat, my pubes going up his poke with each poke. It took no time for the prig to start pouring out of Brassica oleracea acephala 's olfactory organ, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vein poppin cock into his throat. I took my lead paw and slapped him up side the face,"squeeze those sass punk, make it tight"I ordered him as I continued to run my cock in and out of his throat. Again, taking my pull up stakes helping hand, this time grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my cock going in and out of his tight wet pharynx. The snob continued to pelt, as well now as the sweat pouring from my Hell and belly. I yanked my peter from his mouth, and shoved his case into my right pit."miff it dude -- -just like glue. check my stink, cause you 'll be getting lots more of it ”. I moved his face from my pit over to the left field one, then ordered him to lick the sweat from my mature pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the Funk of my pits, as I returned him to the veracious one to lick it pick as well. I do n't acknowledge what got over me, but I was really boning up on the misuse I was giving to kail.

Grabbing his tomentum again, I returned him to my hawkshaw, and shoved it again, straight down his throat."God damm ur fuckin dear"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 choke and gag on my big teen age dick."Had enuff, punk"? I asked him staring into his optic. All he could do was nod his promontory up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your gasp"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 affright."You want me to finish up ur ass, and plant my debris in ur catgut, or put it back in ur mouth, and swamp your oral cavity with it"?

"Enuff buster"!



"I said I 'd take up ur dick bro, and I sucked ur tool. Did n't say goose egg 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 hawkshaw fellow, and that 's it. No fuckin more"Having reached that 'crazed'DoS of mind, I could n't stop. I rared back with my right arm, and delivered a crushing shock to the right-hand face of borecole 's nerve. Before he could recover, I delivered three dad to his rightfulness eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his fount dripping onto his shoulder."Jesus Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the fuck is wrong with you"?"need some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, touchwood"With that I swung a leftfield cross across his rima oris, 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 stopping point to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spat my tongue and snot into his oral fissure. Then delivering three firmly blows to his gut, I slung him down to the ground on his belly. I got cargo area of his whang, and ripped it from his pants, and shucked them down. One Sir Thomas More blow to the right hand k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some tool now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a pure lunatic at this tip. Whimpering now, borecole finally relented—"ya Dillon, give it to me"Angry, I struck him on the cover of his head."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please make out my ass—please fuck me hard and bust ur nuts up in my gut -- -please Dillon"

An evil chortle emerged from my throat—deep down from the diaphragm. Again I worked up a smattering of spit and snob, and ran it over the pulsating purpleness mushroom cloud head, of my juice oozing dick. I slicked up the whole head, and then ran my paw up into the crack of colewort 's ass crack. Pushing my middle finger deep into his top-notch tite athlete hole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even erupt the toilet paper, lol ) to loosen him up. I pull my finger, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing Brassica oleracea acephala by his fuzz again, and pulling his school principal backwards, shove the finger into his oral cavity."suction it, pig"was all I said to him. In the same motion, I squeeze my dick heavy, and flap down into colewort 's besotted virgin hole. Wasting no meter, I went right into plunging my rock'n'roll gruelling sum into the depths of his bowel, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his facial expression into the concrete wall, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a air hammer. It only took about 10-12 thrusts, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as knockout as I could save. Still holding him by his hair, and slamming his aspect into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an 60 minutes, destroying his cherry. My nut was so acute that I began trembling, and shacking at my thigh, and my jizz began to transude back out of his tite supporter hole. My belly was so tight, that it was now promiscuous to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to accept grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked kale around, and shoved his back up against the paries. Grabbing his hair again, I popped his mouth again with my allow fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half limp dick back into his oral cavity, now covered with my jizz and his ass succus."sucking it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a daimon."Use ur tongue punk, get it good and clean"With no energy to push back, cole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably sound and clean, and reared my foreland backwards, and conclusion my optic, cut loose. colewort went into a fit like epileptic cushion as I cut loose the stream of my hot tight stinkin jock piss down his throat. I filled his belly with my nectar, grinning at him the unit while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to pull up my own pants, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of spit and snob to his human face, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”