New athletic supporter Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony conference

I guess I was just a take over jock—I considered myself favourable. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not existent big, mind you, only about 5'10 ”, maybe 125 lbs on a wet day : ). I already had pilus on my wooden leg, and up in the crack of my ass, and a middling nice 'bush'in my pits, and hanging 7 1/2"of cock. To most of the other guy cable on the baseball squad, I guess I was intimidating.

girlfriend came at me like crazy, and I was smart enough to detect a few glances from the guys as well, 'specially in the cabinet elbow room. Pussy was wanton -- -I got my number one firearm lastly yr.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a sports nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood Youth. It was organized in 1951 at Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that metre period, It served as a conversion conference from fry, or pewee, to the up-coming gamey school.

So—anyways, back to jigger, and the cabinet rooms : )

We had a reasonably hot n sweaty practice this one afternoon. Even though a spring sport—it got hot in Lone-Star State pretty fast. My skid had gotten kinda smashed as my metrical foot were growing like I was feeding them fertiliser -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big feet, and dick : ) I shucked them, and my wind cone off, and tying the lace together, slung them over my shoulder -- -a suspensor matter : ) Walking across the soft sess of the field to the airfield house, barefooted, and into the cabinet room, I wasted no time stripping down and heading for the rain shower. A lot of bios that age were still faint about being in front of another dude naked, mostly cause they really had n't developed much. Only about five or so of us actually showered up after pattern. I just did it mostly to designate off : )

So I hit the shower brain, and turn the piss to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the flavor as it hit my back, and I held my weapon up behind my head, exposing my stinkn pits. Some said I was always showin off, effort I did n't face the exhibitor heads. I just told them, naa—I just aint shy.

So it came to be on this day, that the team ass-hole, Reb Bradly, decided he had to make a comment about my big prick. I do n't really think back what he said, but I responded with something like he was Weird for making fun of the clotheshorse with the biggest dick on the team. He shot me back with something like, I was a junky, and I just laughed at him and said something like"Ya, that 's what ur sister said last Nox too ”. He came at me across the rain shower base, but just before he got within weapon reach, I pulled back and common cold cocked him upside his head. He jumped from the floor, but again I got 3 quick pops to his mouth, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his chest and tum, and washed down the drain.

The whole elbow room got really quite, and Reb just laid there for a hour, collecting his sentiment, I guess. I took a glance across the room at the former guys, and grinning, just said 'silver gloves'. Deciding that this was n't going to end it, I walk over and take hold of him by the fuzz, and pull him to where his head is just tier with my dick."So Bradly -- -you like my dick, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, one-half way to my knee, all bushy and give away ?"“ Bet you wish you could touch it, huh ?"“ Fuck off, Dillon"“ Fuck off you say, ? Ya, I might fuck off—fuck off in ur back talk, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few grins and human elbow punches gave me the succus to go through with it. I never stood down.

"I seen you checking me out dude—admiring my big supporter pecker. I mean, it 's kool and all, be kool to see who sucks proficient -- -your sister, or you"I guess still nobody knew—it was in fact Bradly 's sister that I busted my cerise over a couple of years ago. This, of path, got me just the reaction I wanted. As the other bois started laughing, Johnny jumped from the floor and reared back to involve a swing. But, I blocked his awkward swing, and once again, delivered 3 concentrated popping to his mouth, right at the same place. The b l o o d was now flowing profusely down his body, and I heard one of the bois exclaim that 'this was going to be epic'.

Again, I grab him by the tomentum, and at this detail Im about half hard, and running my left hand into his mouth, I say to him in a deeply growl vocalization, 'suck me'. The formulation on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na make up this dude fellate my dick—right here in the rain shower, in front of half the team ? You damm skippy I was -- -no fear."I said take in me punk, or I 'll go for your teeth next ”.

To my surprise, Johnny Kelso ( whom later would turn my best ally 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"suck it, fag"Bradly hesitates, then Kelso hits him in the book binding of the head. I heard a couple of the dandy mutter"piece of tail this shit -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his mouth, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ in in, and push it all the way down his pharynx, burying my jockstrap turncock to the pubes."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite excited."Suck ur master key dick b o y ”. As I hold on to the top of Bradly 's hair, I begin pumping his throat like a smut maven. In and out, in rapid fashion, I dicked him down like a small-arm of meat. It took only a few bit for me to flub my junk down his throat, and he choked up my jizz from his belly. I just looked at him, and laughed like a demented man.

Assuming he was done, he started to remain firm, but I grabbed his hair's-breadth again, and just said"uh-uh punk -- -you got ta take care of my assistant now ”. As Bradly opened his sassing in mental rejection, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh nether region ya"I glance over to the lockers, and see the few that were dressing begin to will. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the same treatment. Im the captain, and you will do what the fuck I tell you"They just sat on the Bench, some of them watching. conjecture they decided not to try me.

"Suck him punk -- -suck that big athletic supporter cock. sucking him good too -- -or I 'll break you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's cock like his liveliness depended on it. I guess from a certain point of view, it did. Do n't screw if he had sucked a dick before, but the b o y was damm thoroughly. Kelso, in like style as my ego, skull fucked his throat like a crazed mad man. It only took moments for him to fluff his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both side of his promontory, Kelso slammed his oral cavity about 5 multiplication, pubic region to teeth, blowing hot athletic supporter jizz down his throat. Pretty impressive, I thought to myself. It would be a brace of years yet, but eventually I would issue forth to sleep with the sense of taste of that thickset 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 tawdry voice"Had enuff Bradly -- -that enough hammer for one day"? He shook his head up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the locker area, where he fell into the small group sitting on the workbench. After a ready rinse, Kelso and me exited the shower bath room, and joined the rest to get dressed.

"This is real simple -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can ask waaaaay high-risk punishment. What happens here, stays here"A few months later, most of those guy rope 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 workbench, looking like he 's waiting on his following lodge."You too Bradly -- -you got ur punishment ”