New athletic supporter Tales—Sophomore Year -- -Chpt 1

Summer had been totally awful. The best ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the expert part—independently mobile, lol. The yard jobs were going peachy, and the 'personal avail'that followed up on about one-half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a month. That was just about a twelvemonth salary for a teenager working part sentence at a grocery store depot.

I took a 3rd berth ribbon at the motocross meet, which was okay. Mostly just a emphasis reliever, and a probability to get pestiferous. I also knocked down my showtime golden gloves—again not a major thing in my life, but it was kinda cool to just get in the ringing and just beat the tinker's dam outta some dude.

Today was the first day of exercise. Varsity at last. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon come crashing down, and I was gon na feel like the biggest patsy on the planet, and all I wanted to do was disappear.

Practice was nothing like live twelvemonth. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coaches. And neither of them were concerned in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ backs just throwing the ball to some 9th graders to catch. I mean fuck—no fun, no running, no weights -- -what the fuck. I was already pitiable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. conjecture he would prolly build it—but with no control of the team, I could kiss that deal of that sloppy heading every hebdomad goodbye.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three elder. You ca n't be first-class honours degree string—let alone a freshman ”. The words hit my mental capacity like a fastball."These b o y s got a dream just as big as you—you got to fiddle for the team now, and support them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did have ¼ backs before you got here. Now, unless you want to consider another position for a while for some more game time, your going to bear the take away the bench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my knees and start suckin dick, huh coach ? case looks like that 's all the activity I 'm gon na get this year ”. Someone had just walked into the room, and all I heard was"woooah there cowboy ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the storage locker room. Slamming into my footlocker room access made a few heads turn. I sat on the judiciary to rent off my cleats, and wind cone. Did n't even have any funk going on, not even my orchestra pit, cause I had n't done a fuckin thing all day. I tore out of my practice jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the locker doorway. Yanking it open, I threw the jersey, and cleats into the base. Sitting back, now coming out of my football game pants, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise discombobulate them and my helmet into the floor of my footlocker, did n't even bother to hang anything up.

I grabbed my Levis, but before I could get them on, individual barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the attitude ?"It hit too fast, and too hard. I lunged towards the player, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his New Jersey, slammed him into the row of lockers just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his breast and shoving my jock right in his face, I just cry out"does this feeling like a b o y to you"?

In moments about half the players in the room were on me, pulling me off what turned out to be Cameron White—just the starting Senior ¼ back. Cameron jumps up from the story, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his digit right in my brass, comes back with"Do n't sleep together what ur job is Dillon, but you better get it in check, boi. Your not the virtuoso here punk— One more stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Jesus fuckin H Christ—what 's all this racket"? Three of the coaches had blasted into the storage locker room."It 's cipher coach—we got it under control. Dillon there just wanted to worm around with some of the big dawgs ”."Looks like he found out he ai n't all that badd ”, replied one of them. A few chuckles were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fire. I turned back to my cabinet, and sat again on the bench, just long enough to tie up my PF circular, and sling them around my shoulder. I stuffed my tee in my binding pocket, and proceeded out the cabinet room, shirtless, and denude foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the coaches hollar"somebody git him—see what the fuck is up his ass ”.

I needed to fuck something, And I knew just where to go.

I arrived at 'the spot'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 mil North of town on old RT 5. Small dusty road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the older ethnic music in town referred to it as 'that station where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the world-class metre I heard that—how the piece of ass do they know that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town truckers, rockers, and construction types. Pretty rough dudes mostly, lots of muscles and ink, or maybe some married gallant from town that could n't get head from their married woman. I went straight to the binding of the field to the motel. It only had about 25 way, and this recently on a Friday night, I would be prosperous to still get a room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the jeep off the corner of the edifice. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my ball cap down over my eyebrow, I stroll into the lobby. Holding my head kinda downwards, I glance up at the clerk, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you control your head word down so I do n't see your baby aspect, or -- -you walk-in in here looking like gods gift, with all them abs, hoping Im fag and I 'll let you have a elbow room in interchange for some of that shaft ur packin, or -- -your going to try to establish me trust your really 19, but you do n't have your ID on ya, after driving out here in the middle of no where without it, and would I be really sang-froid and run over to the memory board and get you a six inner circle. So cowboy -- -which is it"?

I raised my head up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'right in the face, I sheepishly replied,"all that, I guess ”. Jason, looking peeved, fired back at me"you know the kind of hassle I could get in for renting you a room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a rebuff superman smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his head back and Forth, and just mumbled"oh fuck man, I dunno ”.

"facial expression dude, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three fights today, my best friend told me I was a prick, It 's the same as anybody else out here—I just wan na discharge these bollock down somebody 's pharynx. I been pent up for three days now. I wo n't be any trouble, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my insistency, finally turns around and yanks a key off the wrack. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me hearty in the oculus,"24, back side—in the wickedness, all the way down. Get ur nut, then get the fuck outta here. Got me"?"Ya, I got ya dude—and thanx bro. Oh—you need me to fill out a card or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the door, I stop and turn around, and just stand there."Something else, cowboy"? I grab my gumshoe and pull it down inside my jeans, and flashing a flimsy smile, just say"the beer"?"holy The Virgin, pansy of Scots"replied Jason, rolling his eyes. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the room access, locks up the office, and heads across the parking lot to the 24 hour store up front on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that room before mortal sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and drive around back to the niche room at the end. It was so dark I had to leave my headlamp on for a minute just to see the door whorl and open the room access. Grabbing my gear bag, upon entering the way I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and pass heterosexual person for the shower. Turning the piss to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my dorsum to the nebuliser, I grab the packet boat of motel shampoo and lather up the war hawk. Relaxing under the curative big businessman of the hot water, I just careen my chief back and close my eyes. I only stay in the shower bath a few proceedings, in malice of how good it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stall, with hawkshaw hanging extremely low now, I grab a towel off the rack. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and forth across my binding. Turning around to head for the gear bag again, I stopped dead in my tracks, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the fuck outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the corner of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, with the six camp resting on his waist. He was a pretty good looking buster actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to make surely you were OK ”. I walk towards him, reaching out for the beer. He hands it to me, and I pull a can off the ring. Popping it unresolved, I chug down about ¼ of the can."So—is that your 'professional resolution"? Jason chuckled a bit, and just said ya, I guess so. I walked right up to him, with my knee joint touching his legs. Still dripping wet, I took another slug of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a Son.

So getting the hint that it was his chance to swallow down that big teenage cock in his side, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low hanging putz. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my rotating shaft hard. I close my eyes, and placing my hand on top of his head, usher him down to the pubes. After a few minutes, he 's got me rock arduous, and the veins are starting to pop. I yank my well up dick from his sassing, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, finish it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and start drying off."Aight dawg—get the screw out. I got ta get to ferment ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still shake hard pecker from his mouth, denying his swag of my sweet yung succus. I told him I would call him when I got done, and he could do back and finish up. He did me a favor, so I was n't going to jet out without returning the same.

As he nodded and headed for the doorway I hollered at him"hey—ok if I smoke some dope in the way"? Jason rolled his optic and head again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to ramp up a special jail for me"I took that to mean ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the lowly bag of dope I had packed. Rolling up a pencil joint, I quickly sucked down the whole thing. Fishing out some drogue, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half hard dick down the powerful leg. I brought my Catapiller work iron heel for the night. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man feeling, rather than jock, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the rest into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike up the mohawk—damm, it 's about 4"tall now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the front man of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a small-scale town in itself. In addition to the motel, there was a pocket-size 24 hr grocery store store— down the road there was a pocket-size lake, where you could camp out. There was also a lowly grill—kinda like a waffle house, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make note of that one ), and of grade the independent attraction—the dirty book storage.

I doubted I had much of a fortune at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the nation like it was, they 're were a few the great unwashed hanging out front of the building. I spied a plastic porch chair near the corner, away from the main entree, and decided that would be my best smudge. Fishing my smokes, and null from my scoop, I lite up a Camel, and take the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the death chair back until my shoulder meet the wall, and with a twain of fine readjustment achieve just the right balance wheel for leaning back on the parent two legs.

Taking a swig of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three buster, about 25 feet in presence of me, just to the side of the row of 18 bicyclist parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I guess. The buster appeared to be of the grammatical construction persuasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon bbl that they had started a ardor in. Two of them were wearing tank teetotum, one shirtless. He was pretty haired, and had enormous pit hair ontogenesis. I figured they were around mid mid-twenties to former 30 or so. Like me, they each had Levi 's on, and work kicking.

"Hey k I d—you old enough to be drinking that shit"one of them shouts as I take another chug of my Bud."You see me doin it, do n't ya"? They work up a slight laugh at each other, and I barely hear one of them say"goon got a bit of attitude, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda smart ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the electric chair to the ground, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my back to the three beau, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and drop them to my second joint. Turning my drumhead back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum poke this smarting ass ”.

One of the guy playfully slaps the others chest with the back of his hand, and they start a temper stroll over towards me. I flip the chairman around, and pulling my jeans back up, but not buttoning up, take a seat backwards in the death chair, with my dick and ball hanging out. I take a quick whiff on my right pit, just to testify off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately commentary on my junk."damm b o y Nice software package ”. I give him a big smile and respond,"Ya—just think after it bones up to all it 's 10"what it 's gon na feel like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the truth just a bit for the gross revenue tar ) The guy cable looking at at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty intoxicated, and one replies"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the smirch, I guess those are your bucketful truck back at the motel. Your either looking for ass, or your looking to get something up ur ass. Im looking to fuck some ass, and I got a three day back up in these balls. So, —do we need to blab, or are we wasting each others time"?

About this time Jason rounds the corner headed for the memory. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a contraband bang ”, and goes on into the store. The three once again start laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a blackamoor knock"? I look them steely in the eyes, and in my topper low growling voice answer"Karate, ju-jitsu—and tae kwon do. And three golden gloves ”. ( again, stretching it just a bit )"Ahhh, bad boi, huh"?"When I need to be—let 's just say I ai n't skeered ”. One of the guys fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This time, I do the chuckle, and just answer"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a fiddling football. So I 'm used to getting banged around by guys bragging than me—and I just sustain going back for more. So—you guys wan na hit a mass, or you just wan na stand there and stare, wondering how cherubic my succus is"?

The three just glance around at each other, until one finally shrugs his shoulder."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage putz. So—how much"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling prick back into my denim, reach down for my beer, and land up it off. Wiping my backtalk with the rachis of my helping hand, I start slowly walking across the front end of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the landrover is. If you do n't depict in 15 instant, I 'll assume you ca n't give it ”. ( how was that for arrogance ? ) I walked around the building, and headed across the parking lot back towards my elbow room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that punk got some attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my step, that earlier the guy cable had so put me down about."Fuck them"I thought to myself—I like it.

Back at the way I leave the door standing open. Being total wickedness, there were n't many bugs to contend with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and roll up another joint, taking a couple of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my paraphernalia bag, and spreading my hairy legs pretty wide, I started stroking up at a slow but turn over step. It only took moments for the thick venous blood vessel of my dick to well up, and my big mushroom head word to erupt out, like a dog. The fuck juice was already flow, and coating my mind, I was ready to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten minutes, as the three came strolling in the threshold. The last shut the door, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin Jesus of Nazareth'. I flash an evil grin, and just respond,"more like Satan bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 pieces of ass on ur dick, but we just gitten 1 dick each. Probably the more sot of the three gets a big grinning, and lays across the end of the bed on his belly."Me outset puncher"Im really getting tired of this rodeo rider bullshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the nursing bottle heights in the air, and twinge out a stream right wing to his cakehole. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab fellow by the waist, and mosh it in. He lets out a yelping, exclaiming"damm this toughie is thick ”. I rear back and save the second shot, and then a one-third, and then, I go to town. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, deep, and speedy. In just a brace of min, I was panting like I had run a mile.

The dude was grabbing at rag like he had a baseball bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh fuck b o y s, get this madman off me ! Get him off ! The other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from fashion plate ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the corner chair. Putting his paw to his typeface, he just mumbles"damm that punk is a giant ”. The adjacent sheik, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me next ”.

With the secondly dude assuming the Lapplander spatial relation, I start the same treatment, grabbing his shank, and slamming it in hard as I could. In just a couple of hitting, he too is crying out for me to ease up a bit. Another evilness grinning, and Im sure nuff now in 'devil musical mode'. I reach up and snap up him by the back of his fuzz, and yanking his head back, mumble"shut the fuck up ”, and just keep piece of tail, like a jackhammer. My testicle were slapping hard against his ass cheeks. I only noticed then that only one of the fashion plate had any hair on his ass. In a few more minutes of still taking his throb, the third dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the dude aside.

"My tour now ”. Assuming the Sami smear, on the corner of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his hole, I pause and soak in the beautiful hairy mounds of his ass. He was so dumb up in his fissure, that you could barely detect his pickle. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't pass up the opportunity, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my side into the robust pungent stink of his vulgar ass. He was mature as fuck, and with just a few Edvard Munch of his hairy crack, I drove my clapper as rich as I could into his ripe greasy jam. He was funky—I mean days worth of funk ! I sucked on his hole, as I probed it with my tongue. Between the high from the low-down, and the stink of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a proper dick down. Only about 10-12 thrusts into his intestine, then protester telephone number 3 was quick for me to get out of his ass as well.

I yanked out, and slapped him on his ass, then ordered in a loud throaty voice"on ur articulatio genus ”. The other two followed suite, and the three of them lined up at the base of the bed, each stroking their own dicks, with mouths unfastened. I thought to myself what a perfect blackmail pic this would be to demo to their wives, or girlfriends. With tongues hanging out, I grab my swollen shaft, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally extract it from my egg. Still swelling, and my venous blood vessel popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to mention I had put on a chrome cockring in the first place ), the pressure from my peter n globe was now reaching it 's eminent end. Aiming at # 1 's thirstily awaiting mouth, I volleyed.

Slinging my meat from left to right, I popped the first base stream of my thickly jock juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the leftfield, for another. Seven times, blasting my rope from left to right, completely covering their faces in my thick slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my balls, I stand there for a few seconds, while they looked at each early in amazement, at the massive photoflood that had drenched each of them. With the pressure now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a strong powerful stream of my steaming hot jockstrap piss, and again from left to right, soaked them down from their fountainhead to their os pubis. They were covered now, with all my jock juices. I kinda smirked, as they each began to blow their own burden up their chest 's and venter, mixing their cum with my piss and jizz. They were a thoroughgoing wad, lol. But—number three, the hairy nasty one, had yet to blow. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy supporter ass rightfulness in his face, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his human face into my ass crack, and licked me up just as I had done him. In lonesome moments, as he drove his natural language into my tite jock muddle, he finally busts. Falling back, with his back into the bed, and his school principal tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as unspoiled as me. Three shots go straight up from his spend a penny pussy, landing right in the crevice of my ass, coating my hairs with his thick construction jizz. I grin at his powerful plosion, but then five Sir Thomas More gibe hit me in the small of my rachis, and started trailing down my ass and thighs.

Giving the three of them only a few seconds to recover, and spitting into the facial expression of the one in the middle, I then society them to get dressed, pay up, and get the fuck out. One objects with"do n't we get a towel to wipe off"? I just respond with"fuck no—you got towels in ur own room—wear it ”.

As each of them, almost in sync, get their jean on, I bark at them"that 's good, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 fish in his pocket, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credenza. I give a friendly shove to the gallant articulatio humeri, and once again bark for them to get out. As they each grab their boots and tees, and go scrambling out the doorway, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up front, catching a dope.

I give a cheap whistle, and move for him to come on down.

As he enters the way he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the piece of ass up, and get this dick in your mouth ”. Widening his center, Jason fell to his knees, and immerse my still half hard meat into his mouth. Sucking loudly and sloppy like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of noise ) he eagerly took down my slab and in just a few had me boned up again.

I was actually somewhat surprised that I had boned up again so quickly. As soon as he got me good and hard, I yanked out of his mouth, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his jeans to his ankles, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his cheeks. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his waist, and mosh it in. Jason lets out a yelp, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam dance his ass with one thrust after another. It took a few minutes this clip, but I felt my abs tighten up, and knew it was time.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a suction noise as his anus closed shut. Telling him to flex over, I climbed up on top of his chest, and grabbing him by the throat, shoved my putz into his mouth. All the way to the rachis of his throat, I once again volley. Not near as big as a few consequence ago of course, but three ropes straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on meat, he shot pretty damm good himself, leaving a stream across his dresser and belly, and making a decent pool. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his mouthpiece, I flash him and evil grin, and cut escaped another stream of my hot stinkin urine. His middle widen again, and he starts to shake his headway back and forth, but I just look him in the heart and say"drink it ”. After all—beer pee is best, right ?

He manages to drink me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the sludge coating his throat. As he zips back up, I walk to the credenza and shoot off two XX."Here 's for the room, and beer. Thanx gallant"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I conjecture he was in shock, and as he heads out the threshold, I quickly tamp down up, and slide back into my 501 's. Skipping the socks, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the road, and headspring for home.

As I approach Ithiel Town, I decide to bike into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any blank space in town. As Im fueling up, I notice a couple of girls a few pump over checking me out. Damm—just no time. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock tough 8-pac, I grab my detritus for a quick adjustment. I see one of the female child widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my right leg, and slapping her bridge player against her sass, turns her head to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my tank, I proceed into the store to take one Thomas More piss, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the mens room, I notice on the wall, a wholly pedigree up of cowboy boots."screw ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few minutes, piece out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the stack of boxful, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulder."screw it—everybody seems to want me to be cowboy, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the boots, and a hat I grabbed on the replication. The girl closed chain me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on pump 7 ”. She looks at me a moment, decided I guess whether to card me for the smokes, but then I guess deciding I spent enough money, and just total 's me out."One 80, hun"I snap off the twenties, and she bags up the boots, and I put the cowboy hat on my nous. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few fomite are moving in front of me. I pause to let them pass, but one clotheshorse is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my right hand, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my shaggy fossa. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car head on. Nothing major nous you, just a tap. I could n't help but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get home before mom, or in case Dustin were to wake up and freak out lawsuit I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the wire. I quietly sneak into the household, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few punch of cocoa milk. Damm I loved that shit. Then taking a peep insides Dustin 's room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my way, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock drawer', and drop curtain in the last of the Cash. One Sir Thomas More quick piss, then discase down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a prospicient day, and I was metre .