New Jock tale -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tournament

"Maaaathuuuu"clang -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the steps to Dustin 's way -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his way, with his blazonry over his head—screaming like a banshie. POW pop thunder, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"the Nazarene Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Matthew"“ Oh fuck gallant, you mean the storm"? BAMM rumble rumble"Ahhhh yes, Matthew the storm -- -Im pock"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a fairly drastic violent storm -- -even for due east TX. I grabbed my lil bro by the waist, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his legs around my waistline, and his branch around my neck. His shake turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my hand up to his head word, and tossling his pilus, I tried to assure him that it was just thunder. I headed for the can to take aim a piss, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a long hard stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a small drinking glass of milk. Placing it in the microwave to warm up it up, and adding a match of spigot of nutmeg tree, I hand to him. Walking over to the patio door, I open it up and step out on the patio."See"I said softly,"It 's just thunder, and wind"Dustin took a lick of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to drink up, and placing the glass on the kitchen board, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a full torso 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 head with both branch. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the lower part of my back, and snuggled his principal just under my pit."You stink, St. Matthew the Apostle"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to log Z's"

When I awoke again later that forenoon, 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 waistline. My dick was Rock hard now, holding back a fresh supply of morning peeing. I was right in the minuscule crack of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

I jumped up for another pee, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin tour over again. After a few moments of muteness, Dustin commented"you got hair on your coffin nail, and in your crack"I could n't help but titter, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I experience it"? I snickered to myself again, at his whiteness."Just run your fingertips up and down my crack -- -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 prick really hard."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so unacquainted. Fuck it, I decided, no time like the present.

peal over on my back, I reach into the nite stand and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a fast puff. Just a petty buzz would be fine for now. As common, as my encephalon came awake, so did my dick. It only took moments for me to become fully deboned. I looked down and smiled at my big teenage age dick. eight fuckin column inch so far, and only 15 old age old. I instruct Dustin to grab my chief with his fist, and rub my ovolo over my piss slit. There it was—an interminable supply of jazz juice. almost b o y s did n't even seep succus, but I had enuff for several. Slicking the succus over my cockhead, and squeezing severely, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The feeling set in right away. I spread my pegleg just a bit, and raised my left hand arm up over my heading. Turning to the leftfield, I take a promptly puff of air of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to foot up the yard. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still boyish fist grabbing my thick supporter 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 second joint tighten up, I spread my legs a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my Lucille Ball, I gave them a hard power play and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four stream of unbroken jizz flying out of my dick oral sex like a roquette launch, each one hitting the wall over my head, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the rampart, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 to a greater extent ropes of thick jock succus across my chest and belly. I was in electrical shock at the sum of my lode. Even in the few pornography I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may induce just set a world record, lol.

Before I could quiet down, and take in my thoughts, there was a rapping at the front door."Fuck"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the cellar to the front door. I grabbed a pr of gym shorts from the floor, and a muddied tee to wipe off the jizz from my torso. I tell Dustin to bolt for his room.

At the threshold was Deutschmark Mattox."What 's up beau"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated well-chosen morning people."Dude—come on in, I got ta appearance you sompin"Literally grabbing Mark by the bridge player, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the rampart above my bed."Good Shepherd Dillon -- -you just do that"? crisscross was ecstatic."Ya fop, 4 shots—right over my principal. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ sanctum fuck dandy -- -I seen grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record"“ fucking ya beau -- -Im ingrain with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

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

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

We had a noontide secret plan, 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 work out a bit, and get pumped up for the game. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the arena, where there is a slight conference secret plan in onward motion. I hand Dustin a few vaulting horse and told him 'do n't get into any trouble'. In the locker room a few other guys had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to spot each other. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the bat and batting helmets. I flashed him a big grin and asked him was he abusing that minuscule dick of his. He flashed back a big grinning 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 jockstrap, exposing my baseball size prominence, and my tite moon shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping smoothing iron, and working up a travail, Mark again complimented me on my mulct dead body. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still passably skinny -- -just 29"waist. The 6 pac was poppin out really good, and I started some really vivid crunches."apply it the summer, Dillon, you 'll make 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged Mark. I grinned at the expectancy of having an 8 pac by the time football started next fall. On the bench press now, workin up the articulatio humeri, one of the swell walked by and popped me pretty hard right on my jock strap."What the screwing dude"? It actually hurt pretty bad."Cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the gravid dick -- -fuckin show off"One of the other b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur dick Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their routine.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 minute"That was the cue to get dressed, and get ready for the game. Tony Truelove 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 legs, but he was still on the roster 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 plot went pretty acute. We stayed neck opening and neck with the Tigers, until now, it was the bottom of the ninth, and I was the concluding batsman. As I approached the plateful, I look over and see Tony in the bunker. I just could n't stand it. I called for a metre out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third base air to make out to me. I told him to go get Tony, and pedal 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 home as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called fourth dimension in, and as the Tigers picture took the posture, preparing for the wind up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center field. The crowd together went nuts, with roars and cheers. It took a lot of hairy bollock for somebody in Pony conference to take out a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the ikon prepared for the breaking wind up, he then called time. It was getting crazy out here for sure as shooting. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this secret plan Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that ball out of the Mungo Park, I WILL sucking -- YOUR -- pecker"I flash a big smiling at borecole Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Charles Christopher Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The jazz up—and the pitch shot. It was either the league championship, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so hard that I felt every bone in my vertebrae pop, from my waist up to my cervix, and broke the bat clean and jerk in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the park, in dead silence. And there it went.

clean over center field field -- -clearing the fence by over three groundwork. Still, the arena was dumb, and frozen in clock time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to look behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the home plate. I grab the handgrip of his wheelchair, and set out running. Pushing as firmly and tight as I could, the front bike wobbling in the stain."I hope it does n't lock up"was all I could think. First—second -- tierce -- and finally, dwelling house. The bunch went totally nuclear. I continued pushing Tony around in Mexican valium, doing donuts, if you will. In the rapture of the moment, I ripped my NJ off, Tarzan style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's shoulder joint, raising his arm in victory. My bushy pits were dripping in sweat, running down my rib Cage, and I could sense my own ripe jock funk. My dick twitched a bit. mug had managed to work his way into the bunch to home plate. He smack me on the belly, and told me to see down. In all the turmoil, and jumping and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my little bro, Dustin had managed to climb the fencing, and was running towards me to home plateful. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, tears now in my eyes. I kissed Dustin right on the lip. He laughed, and wiped it off with the back of his hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin second power in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that Lucille Ball. Twenty bucks Dustin, go find my ball"He nodded his head up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the ground, gave him a hard smack on the butt."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a cougar. I had no thoughts about it at that moment, but years later, I would painfully figure out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the ground I walked on. And that adoration would become his own motivation for becoming quite the baseball star himself. And as we both got honest-to-god, I less and less gave him the time of day.

The cheers continued around the playing field. I could see the TV bunch making it 's way over to home plate. Parker, still standing on the impression mound, glanced over at me, with his headland hung. I pointed at him, with an immorality grin. He gave me back a thumbs up, indicating he would subsist up to the bet.

After about an hour and half, the crowd finally starts to dispel, and some of us start heading for the locker room to shower down up and change clothes. I run up to Cole Dorothy Parker, and grabbing him by his Garden State, just say"unwashed punk, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right fuckin now, cause Im horny as fucking, and ur fixin to congest down on this big jock dick"I dragged him around to the back of the rain shower business firm. It was a Wyrd thing -- -this indorse wall that protruded about three animal foot out from the back wall of the house, then ran about half the duration of the firm. There was a logic gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubby trap, 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 glitch when they built the building, so there we have it—more like a big closet behind the edifice.

We walk in and I close the gate, and pushing Cole to the back, catch him by the hair and thrust him down to his genu. I whip out my big 8"of suspensor meat, give him a grin, and just say"suck ”. As Brassica oleracea acephala opens his mouth, I waist no fourth dimension in shoving my pith down his throat. Tightening my handle on his hair, I instantly go into a unforgiving pounding of his throat, plunging my now rock arduous cock to the back of his throat, my pubes going up his nose with each thrust. It took no fourth dimension for the snot to protrude pouring out of colewort 's nose, but I just grinned and kept plunging my mineral vein poppin rooster into his pharynx. I took my left hand and slapped him up side the face,"squeeze those lips punk, make it tight"I ordered him as I continued to run my cock in and out of his throat. Again, taking my left hand, this time grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my cock going in and out of his stringent wet throat. The snob continued to pour, as well now as the travail pouring from my fossa and belly. I yanked my cock from his mouth, and shoved his look into my in good order pit."miff it dude -- -just like glue. Learn my stink, effort you 'll be getting lots More of it ”. I moved his fount from my pit over to the left one, then ordered him to lick the sweat from my ripe pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the Funk of my pits, as I returned him to the right one to lick it neat as well. I do n't know what got over me, but I was really boning up on the maltreatment I was giving to borecole.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my hawkshaw, and shoved it again, straight down his throat."God damm ur fuckin good"Grabbing him now by both slope of his head, I began slamming his throat hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to fight me off, as he began to choke and gag on my big teenage age dick."Had enuff, punk"? I asked him staring into his optic. All he could do was nod his head up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your pants"A look of repulsion came over Cole 's face, and he shook his nous back and Forth."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that thing in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not part of the wad"colewort responded in a panic."You want me to polish off up ur ass, and plant my junk in ur grit, or put it back in ur rima oris, and flood your mouthpiece with it"?

"Enuff dude"!



"I said I 'd suck ur shaft bro, and I sucked ur shaft. Did n't say nothing 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 dick swell, and that 's it. No fuckin more"Having reached that 'crazed'State of head, I could n't blockade. I rared back with my right-hand arm, and delivered a crushing blow to the right side of borecole 's face. Before he could recover, I delivered three pops to his right eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his human face dripping onto his berm."Jesus Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the shag is wrong with you"?"Want some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, punk"With that I swung a left cross across his mouth, busting his lip open, again the b l o o d dripping down his chin, hitting his thorax. I grabbed him by both side of his point, and pulled him in close to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spat my saliva and prig into his mouth. Then delivering three backbreaking blows to his gut, I slung him down to the ground on his stomach. I got hold of his whang, and ripped it from his gasp, and shucked them down. One More shock to the compensate k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some putz now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a complete madman at this peak. Whimpering now, Cole finally relented—"ya Dillon, dedicate it to me"Angry, I struck him on the dorsum of his oral sex."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please roll in the hay my ass—please know me difficult and fall apart ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An evilness chuckle emerged from my throat—deep down from the midriff. Again I worked up a handful of spit and snot, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom principal, of my succus oozing dick. I slicked up the altogether head, and then ran my manus up into the crack of Cole 's ass crack. Pushing my midsection fingerbreadth deep into his tops tite jock gob ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even bump the toilet paper, lol ) to loosen him up. I pull my finger, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing Cole by his hair again, and pulling his heading backwards, squeeze the finger into his oral fissure."Suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the same motion, I squeeze my peter operose, and flap down into Cole 's tight Virgin hole. Wasting no time, I went right into plunging my stone concentrated meat into the deepness of his sand, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his face into the concrete paries, I relentlessly began pounding his backbone like a air hammer. It only took about 10-12 thrusts, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Bird Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as hard as I could deliver. Still holding him by his hair, and slamming his facial expression into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an hour, destroying his cherry red. My nut was so intense that I began trembling, and shacking at my thighs, and my jizz began to ooze back out of his tite jockstrap hole. My abdomen was so blotto, that it was now slowly to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to let grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked Cole around, and shoved his binding up against the wall. Grabbing his tomentum again, I popped his backtalk again with my left fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half limp dick back into his mouth, now covered with my jizz and his ass succus."Suck it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eyes, like a demon."Use ur tongue punk, get it good and clean"With no energy to fight back, cole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably good and clean, and reared my head backwards, and closing my eye, cut sluttish. Cole went into a convulsion like epileptic shock as I cut loose the stream of my hot nasty 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 rend up my own pants, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of spit and snob to his facial expression, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Charlie Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”