New athletic supporter Tales—Freshman Year -- Chptr 12 -- glad 4th of July

summer had been great -- -and so was life. I had coined my own little phrasal idiom --

"one lucky white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock feet now at a 12, poppin 8 gruelling public square of abs, 9"of vein poppin peter, and that concentrated round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy quarry. I tried to keep myself in cheque, and not brag, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than near seniors.

But not just the awing bod, but life in general. Living the fantasy of taking our fledgeling squad to a state patronage was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice planetary house in a moderate neighborhood. I had a lil bro, that was great at jackin my dick for me—he loved to watch over me nut : ) Mom had a good job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all illusion selling my big jock gumshoe to pretty much whomever wanted it. Old perverts and middle age puma were the effective -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of Agriculture Department pick. distinctive fee—about $ 1.50 a pound, lol.

I tried to believe that I was n't self-involved or anything, really the biggest captivation was the quantity of junk I blew every clock time I popped a encumbrance. I had played around with enough guy rope by now to understand it was monumental. I 'd say maybe 5 times more than normal—and distance as well. pit I could flash about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough juice by now to induce populated a belittled townspeople. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off boxershorts and head upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Sat dawn toon."Dustin -- -you make this coffee"? ?"Ya Gospel According to Matthew"“ well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't give my lil bro much attention these days—between the mowing jobs ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer boxing, ( decided to go for amber this twelvemonth ) I just did n't have a great deal free sentence. And football praxis would start up in just 3 workweek -- -jeez. I was going to have to start out working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the build I had, shit I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after persuasiveness training. Varsity would be a lot harder than fledgeling football. The guy would be way magnanimous. And the strength training would benefit the pugilism as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other cat, for no rationality at to the lowest degree, but fuck it—if your in that closed chain, they 're gon na anguish you, so you might as well spite them first.

After a yoke of sips of my coffee tree there was a knock at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the nominal head door and opening it, I liked to have lost my diddly-squat. There stood Mark Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the fuck do you fucks need ?"I was pretty self-important and throaty. Dustin jumps from the lounge and bolt for his way. I guess flashbacks from the day cobbler's last yr I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the home from having r a p e d my ass the Night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the grime bike. Im thinking I want some drums, too : )

"We just wan na talk, Gospel According to Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ Football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."Come on Matthew—we just wan na lecture."I ai n't got ta lot of time, so come on ”.

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my java. Did n't even volunteer them any. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the lounger. I assumed an arrogant emplacement, slumping down in the professorship, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my detritus hang costless, and visible from their slant."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's somewhat unsubdivided Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the Varsity squad from graduation. This class will be every bit as hard as last year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and brain for the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym boxers, and cut loose a strong powerful pissing. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cups of umber on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same spatial relation, spreading my hairy leg, then giving a light tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice lame in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my pecker ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hate looking at, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the command."You want that jersey ? sucking my tool ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."CRAWL you ignominious son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at bell ringer Mattox, Maruice drops to his hands and knee and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulders now buried right between my hairy muscled second joint, suck in my half hard dick in one swig. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my headway, locking them together, and claim a more stretched out slump in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the view. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouth, relishing the spirit of his thick sinister sassing as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling hammer."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty vocalisation. As Maurice tightens the grip of his lips, and moving from my take a leak cunt to my pubes with each motion, I step up the pace of fucking his backtalk, now hitting the back of his throat with each thrust. Maurice gags just a bit each time he goes down, as my 3"loins go up his nose, which just brought an evil smiling to my face.

Usually the morning nut is one of the first base things I do, but I had n't got to it yet this morning—and it 's been about 2 60 minutes now since I got up. I take a quick huff of my flop pit, burying my shaggy hairs into my own nose. As I felt my dick throb at my funk, I bring my weapon down, and lock in my hands around the back of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my rose hip up off the chair, I unload. pellet after stroke of my thick jock goo go flying down Maurice throat, straight to his belly. I increase the

f o r c e of each thrust, as I unload my succus into his guts. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snoot into Maurice typeface. Finally letting go, he comes off my dick, and rests back on his haunches.

As the room grows silent, I cross my legs at the ankles, and just sit there playing with my ballock.

I monastic order Maurice to turn around, back on all four, and to inter his boldness in the story. Looking over at Mattox, with the Saami posterior face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a spotlight, and I return the Sami. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of attitude if nothing else. I figure him to be pretty straight, but like me, he did bear a thing for some tite oleaginous man hollow. If for no other reason, it do n't get significant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and sheds his jeans. Still wearing his tee shirt, and sock, I thought it was a sexy look. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his stifle behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."Fuck no—spit on him ”. Mark kinda moved his headway back and forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty proficient lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a momentary admiration of his somewhat impressive peter. scratch was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later anticipate 'zero waistline line of business'. As he strokes up to get his massive fuck amaze severe, I blurt out,"No-wait. Suck that hole. Munch that shameful ass out, and get him waterlogged ”. Mattox resisted, saying it was n't his thing. I told him his 'thing'was whatever I told him it was, and if he did n't do what I say, then Maurice does n't get the Garden State. After a few moments of hesitation, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass sally. Pushing his mouth into it 's dark black crack, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream cone shape ”. I was actually surprise that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being moderately straight, I did n't see him as the type that would sacrifice such a nasty act for someone else. But -- -I was totally getting off on it, and was getting boned up again. Damm, ca n't keep my lil monster down : )

I ordered Mark to stick it in, and fuck the shit outta Maurice hole."Get up in them catgut, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chair, and walked over to a corner of the room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right field of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a position with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a look of fear in his face. Grabbing Maurice now by the waist, he begins a relentless pounding of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his thorax turns red, and sweat starting pouring from his pits, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a little puppy. Close decent, I decide.

As the mo arrives, sign takes a final v I o l e n t plunge into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his teeth, and squeezing his ass nerve, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely frighten the fuck out of Dustin, I assumed still in his way. Just as sign begins to lessen, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's backbone and articulatio humeri, then toss it to the side of meat. Mark lets out a b l o o d curling scream, and collapses himself on top of Maurice. Prolly broke a rib—or two—or three—I did n't fuckin care. I walk up to him, and kicking him in the ribs, tell him to roll over onto his binding. Then, kicking Maurice in the aspect, gild him to lay across Mark."Get that dick in ur mouth fag, and suck him uninfected"I draw my clenched fist back, but with the holy terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up Mark 's still half hard dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his dick.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging athlete dick down the right leg, and separate the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the lacing on my PF flyer, I grunt through my teeth,"I aint such a pussy when I ai n't tied up, huh ?"

I clear my throat, and still glaring at Maurice, reply with,"I 'll let ya try out—just wish everybody else. And if you make it, you will breastfeed my dick -- -every workweek, for as long as you play. Camp starts in just three weeks—I suggest you start working out ”.

As we climb the stairs, back into the kitchen, I glance in at Dustin heavily involved in the cartoon. I grin at him. Was n't showing him very much attention these days, but I did roll in the hay the little fuck. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my best Elvis smirk, I softly let out,"Happy natal day, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin stripling ”. A glow comes across his expression, and almost crying, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone forget somebody born on the 4th of July"? Dustin swallows hard, then finally grinning himself, says"You gon na get me something"?"Sure lil bro—anything you want -- -plus the hot chocolate cake ”. Justin gleams like it was Christmas. As fool and Maurice approach the front doorway, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just glare at me, prolly thinking, 'what an asshole'.