New Jock Tales—Chpt 1 -- -Pony League

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 tangible big, mind you, only about 5'10 ”, maybe 125 lbs on a wet day : ). I already had tomentum on my leg, and up in the crack of my ass, and a jolly nice 'bush'in my Inferno, and hanging 7 1/2"of cock. To to the highest degree of the other guys on the baseball game team, I guess I was intimidating.

missy came at me like crazy, and I was smart enough to find a few glimpse from the guys as well, 'specially in the locker room. snatch was easy -- -I got my first while survive year.

So -- -PONY, if ur not a sports nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood Youth. It was organized in 1951 at Washington D.C., PA. Probably mostly Italians at that meter period, It served as a transition conference from boor, or peewee, to the up-coming high gear school.

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

We had a pretty hot n sweaty practice this one afternoon. Even though a bound sport—it got hot in Texas pretty fast. My shoes had gotten kinda tight as my feet were growing like I was feeding them fertilizer -- -already at a sz 11, I truly had some big invertebrate foot, and cock : ) I shucked them, and my drogue off, and tying the lace together, slung them over my berm -- -a jock thing : ) Walking across the soft Gunter Grass of the field to the field mansion, barefooted, and into the storage locker room, I wasted no clip stripping down and heading for the showers. A lot of bios that age were still faint-hearted 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 practice. I just did it mostly to show off : )

So I hit the shower headland, and turn the weewee to 'pretty fuckin hot'. I loved the flavor as it hit my back, and I held my arms up behind my pass, exposing my stinkn pits. Some said I was always showin off, causal agent I did n't front the lavish school principal. 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 construct a input about my big peter. I do n't really remember what he said, but I responded with something like he was weird for making fun of the gallant with the biggest pecker 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 close dark too ”. He came at me across the rain shower floor, but just before he got within coat of arms reach, I pulled back and inhuman cocked him upside his top dog. He jumped from the trading floor, but again I got 3 quick pops to his mouthpiece, busting him up hard, and the b l o o d streamed down his thorax and breadbasket, and washed down the drain.

The whole elbow room got really quite, and Johnny just laid there for a second, collecting his view, I guess. I took a glance across the elbow room at the other guys, and smile, just said 'silver baseball mitt'. Deciding that this was n't going to end it, I walk over and take hold of him by the tomentum, and pull him to where his headland is just level with my tool."So Bradly -- -you like my dick, huh ?"“ You like how it hangs down, half way to my knee, all bushy and shit ?"“ Bet you wish you could touch it, huh ?"“ Fuck off, Dillon"“ Fuck off you say, ? Ya, I might have it away off—fuck off in ur mouth, maybe"The others kinda bunched up together, and a few grinning and elbow punch gave me the juice to go through with it. I never stood down.

"I seen you checking me out dude—admiring my big jockstrap putz. I mean, it 's kool and all, be kool to see who sucks break -- -your sister, or you"I guess still nobody knew—it was in fact Bradly 's Sister that I busted my cherry over a couple of long time ago. This, of course, got me just the reaction I wanted. As the other bois started laughing, Johnny jumped from the floor and reared back to convey a golf stroke. But, I blocked his awkward swing, and once again, delivered 3 grueling pops to his mouth, right at the like station. 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 fuzz, and at this point Im about half hard, and running my impart hired hand into his mouth, I say to him in a rich growling voice, 'suck me'. The expressions on the bois faces were pricless -- -was I really gon na make this dandy go down on my dick—right here in the cascade, in figurehead of half the team ? You damm skippy I was -- -no fear."I said lactate me punk, or I 'll go for your teeth next ”.

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

f o r c e s him forward, and himself demands"suck it, fag"Bradly hesitates, then Kelso hits him in the back of the principal. I heard a couple of the gallant mutter"fuck this dump -- -were outta here"Finally Bradly opens his backtalk, and I shove my now hard 7 ½ column inch in, and push it all the way down his pharynx, burying my athlete cock to the pubes."Ya—that 's it"exclaims Kelso, quite excited."Suck ur professional dick b o y ”. As I hold on to the top of Bradly 's haircloth, I begin pumping his throat like a porn sensation. In and out, in speedy fashion, I dicked him down like a art object of gist. It took only a few moments for me to fuck up my detritus down his pharynx, and he choked up my jizz from his venter. I just looked at him, and laughed like a nutcase man.

Assuming he was done, he started to stand, but I grabbed his hair again, and just said"uh-uh punk -- -you got ta take care of my assistant now ”. As Bradly opened his mouth in skepticism, Kelso grinned realy big, and just said"oh hell ya"I glance over to the locker, and see the few that were dressing Begin to leave. I shot out at them"Anyone that leaves, will get the Same handling. Im the master, and you will do what the fuck I tell you"They just sat on the bench, some of them watching. guesswork they decided not to test me.

"suction him punk -- -suck that big athlete cock. suction him good too -- -or I 'll bust you up some more"Bradly sucked down on Kelso 's cock like his liveliness depended on it. I guess from a certain degree of survey, it did. Do n't know if he had sucked a dick before, but the b o y was damm good. Kelso, in comparable way as my self, skull fucked his throat like a deranged mad man. It only took moments for him to swash his wad down Bradly 's throat. Grabbing him on both sides of his question, Kelso slammed his mouth about 5 times, pubic region to teeth, blowing hot athletic supporter jizz down his throat. Pretty telling, I thought to myself. It would be a couple of years yet, but eventually I would come to know the taste of that thick athletic supporter jizz, and it was really honorable : )

Finally I yank Bradly back straight up. Grabbing him by the throat, I say to him in a gaudy vox"Had enuff Bradly -- -that enough cock for one day"? He shook his head up and down that he had. I shove him backward, into the storage locker area, where he fell into the humble group sitting on the benches. After a quick rinse, Kelso and me exited the shower room, and joined the residual to get dressed.

"This is very simpleton -- - Anybody that repeats one fuckin thing that happened here today, can carry waaaaay worse punishment. What happens here, stop here"A few month later, near of those cat present that day, would become the ground members of, 'The adamant Dawgs'.

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