New jock Tales—Freshman Year -- Chptr 12 -- Happy 4th of July

summertime had been swell -- -and so was life. I had coined my own little idiomatic expression --

"one favourable white boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock feet now at a 12, poppin 8 knockout lame of abs, 9"of vein poppin prick, and that tough round of drinks hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy pits. I tried to continue myself in checkout, and not brag, or get a big head about it all. Damm, I had more shit than about senior.

But not just the awful bod, but aliveness in general. Living the fantasy of taking our Freshman team to a State Department patronage was still unbelievable -- -there was really no way we should have accomplished that. We lived in a nice sign of the zodiac in a moderate neck of the woods. I had a lil bro, that was swell at jackin my gumshoe for me—he loved to watch me nut : ) Mom had a good job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all fantasy marketing my big jock dick to pretty lots whomever wanted it. Old perverts and midriff age mountain lion were the best -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA pick. distinctive fee—about $ 1.50 a pound, lol.

I tried to think that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the quantity of dust I blew every time I popped a lading. I had played around with plenty guys by now to realize it was monumental. I 'd say maybe 5 sentence more than normal—and length as well. Hell I could dissipate about 6 feet—unbroken rope of thick jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough juice by now to have populated a small town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early on, so I slide into a pr of cut off shorts and head upstairs for some chocolate. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday morning cartoons."Dustin -- -you make this deep brown"? ?"Ya Matthew"“ fountainhead damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't return my lil bro much attention these days—between the mowing chore ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summer boxing, ( decided to go for atomic number 79 this class ) I just did n't have much free time. And football recitation would embark on up in just 3 hebdomad -- -jeez. I was going to get to start working out just any day now. Not after adult muscles—I liked the chassis I had, darn I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after strength grooming. Varsity would be a lot severe than Freshman football game. The hombre would be way boastful. And the posture training would benefit the boxing as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other guy cable, for no grounds at least, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na offend you, so you might as well suffer them first.

After a couple of sips of my coffee tree there was a bash at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the forepart doorway and opening it, I liked to take lost my Irish bull. There stood Mark Mattox, and Maurice Jones."What the fuck do you fucks want ?"I was pretty arrogant and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and bolts for his room. I guess flashbacks from the day last year I pulled the gun on them and dad, and ran them out of the house from having r a p e d my ass the Night before. It was also the day I blackmailed dad into getting me the dirt bike. Im thinking I want some drum, too : )

"We just wan na lecture, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."seed on Matthew—we just wan na talking."I ai n't got ta lot of time, so come on ”.

I ushered them back to the kitchen and topped off my coffee. Did n't even offer them any. Then down to the basement, they took a fanny each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant position, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled pegleg, just enough to let my rubble hang innocent, and seeable from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's somewhat dewy-eyed Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the varsity team from graduation. This class will be every bit as hard as last year"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and head for the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym short, and cut loose a strong powerful pee. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cupful of coffee on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the recliner, I assumed the same spot, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a fall tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice square in the oculus, I simply mumbled,"suck my peter ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred look, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the command."You want that tee shirt ? Suck my dick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."CRAWL you black son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a here and now, and glancing over at print Mattox, Maruice drops to his helping hand and stifle and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulder joint now buried right between my hairy muscled second joint, sucks in my half concentrated prick in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my implements of war up behind my head, locking them together, and take a more stretched out slump in the chair. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the scene. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice mouth, relishing the feel of his thick shameful lips as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling tool."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty voice. As Maurice tightens the grip of his lips, and moving from my pass water slit to my os pubis with each movement, I step up the tempo of fucking his mouth, now hitting the back of his throat with each drive. Maurice gags just a bit each time he goes down, as my 3"loins go up his nose, which just brought an evil grin to my face.

Usually the morning nut is one of the first things I do, but I had n't got to it yet this morning—and it 's been about 2 hours now since I got up. I take a quick huff of my aright pit, burying my shaggy hair into my own nose. As I felt my hawkshaw throb at my Casimir Funk, I bring my arms down, and interlace my hands around the book binding of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my rosehip up off the death chair, I unload. pellet after shot of my thick jock goo go flying down Maurice pharynx, straight to his belly. I increase the

f o r c e of each thrust, as I unload my juice into his guts. Gritting my tooth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snob into Maurice look. Finally letting go, he comes off my pecker, and rests back on his haunches.

As the way grows silent, I cross my legs at the ankle, and just sit there playing with my globe.

I fiat Maurice to become around, back on all quatern, and to bury his font in the floor. Looking over at Mattox, with the Saame stern face, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glare, and I return the same. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stomp his ass, out of attitude if aught else. I figure him to be pretty direct, but like me, he did have a thing for some tite greasy man golf hole. If for no other ground, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and shed his jeans. Still wearing his tee shirt, and sock, I thought it was a sexy face. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knee behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."piece of ass no—spit on him ”. crisscross kinda moved his fountainhead back and Forth, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty good lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the center of Maurice asshole. As he starts working his own dick up, I had a fugitive wonder of his fairly impressive dick. St. Mark was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the figure I would later phone 'zero shank production line'. As he strokes up to get his massive nookie marijuana cigarette heavy, I blurt out,"No-wait. sucking that hole. munch that black ass out, and get him swampy ”. 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 island of Jersey. After a few moment of faltering, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass crack. Pushing his mouth into it 's dark smutty gap, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream cone ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such humiliation himself. Being pretty straightaway, I did n't see him as the type that would give such a nasty act for somebody 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 Saint Mark to deposit it in, and fuck the dogshit outta Maurice trap."Get up in them guts, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chairman, and walked over to a turning point of the room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right hand of Mattox, I softly mumble,"make him cry ”. Taking a posture with the bat drawn back behind my ear, Mattox gets a look of care in his nerve. Grabbing Maurice now by the shank, he begins a unrelenting throb of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his chest of drawers turns red, and sweat starting pouring from his colliery, and forehead, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a picayune puppy. Close enough, I decide.

As the here and now arrives, score takes a final v I o l e n t dip into Maurice guts, and with the clenching of his dentition, and squeezing his ass impertinence, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely frighten away the fuck out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as sign begins to settle, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his belly, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across Mark 's back and articulatio humeri, then toss out it to the side. Mark lets out a b l o o d curling screaming, 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 rib, tell him to roll over onto his back. Then, kicking Maurice in the face, order him to lay across fall guy."Get that dick in ur back talk fag, and suck him clean"I draw my fist back, but with the threat in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up Gospel According to Mark 's still half hard dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass muck from his cock.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of jeans, stuffing my low hanging jock dick down the right leg, and tell the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the lace on my PF handbill, I grunt through my teeth,"I aint such a pussycat 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 like everybody else. And if you make it, you will suck in my cock -- -every calendar week, for as long as you play. Camp starts in just three weeks—I suggest you start working out ”.

As we climb the stair, back into the kitchen, I glance in at Dustin heavily involved in the toon. I grin at him. Was n't showing him practically tending these days, but I did love the petty roll in the hay. 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 gleam comes across his face, and almost crying, he comes back with"I thought you forgot ”."Naa -- -how could anyone leave 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 coffee cake ”. Justin lambency like it was Christmas. As Deutschmark and Maurice approach the forepart door, I finish up with"And I think Mark and Maurice are getting you sometime too ”. They just spotlight at me, prolly thinking, 'what an asshole'.