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

Summer had been great -- -and so was lifespan. I had coined my own little phrase --

"one golden Edward White boi ”. Finally achieving 6', and those big ass jock substructure now at a 12, poppin 8 surd lame of abs, 9"of vein poppin putz, and that hard round hairy ass. I admit, sometimes I just stood in front of the mirror and jacked off, sniffin on my bushy Hell. I tried to go on myself in baulk, and not boast, or get a big head word about it all. Damm, I had more stool than most seniors.

But not just the awesome bod, but life sentence in general. Living the fantasy of taking our newcomer team to a state patronage was still unconvincing -- -there was really no way we should take accomplished that. We lived in a nice house in a hold region. I had a lil bro, that was enceinte at jackin my prick for me—he loved to watch me nut : ) Mom had a good job. And I was knocking down cash beyond all fantasise selling my big athletic supporter dick to pretty practically whomever wanted it. Old degenerate and middle age cougars were the dear -- -they wanted that yung hard flesh—160 lbs of USDA pick. typical fee—about $ 1.50 a pound, lol.

I tried to trust that I was n't self-absorbed or anything, really the biggest fascination was the amount of junk I blew every meter I popped a loading. I had played around with enough guy cable by now to realize it was massive. I 'd say maybe 5 times Sir Thomas More than normal—and distance as well. Hell I could shoot about 6 feet—unbroken forget me drug of stocky jock jizz. Damm, I prolly shot enough juice by now to experience populated a small town. No way I coulda been Catholic, lol.

It was still early, so I slide into a pr of cut off trunks and head upstairs for some coffee. Surprised that Dustin was already up, absorbed in Saturday dawning cartoon."Dustin -- -you make this burnt umber"? ?"Ya St. Matthew"“ well damm lil bro—thank 's for that"I really did n't give my lil bro much attending these days—between the mowing jobs ( 7 now ), dirt bike racing, and summertime boxing, ( decided to go for atomic number 79 this twelvemonth ) I just did n't have much costless sentence. And football game exercise would bulge out up in just 3 hebdomad -- -jeez. I was going to give to bulge out working out just any day now. Not after bigger muscles—I liked the anatomy I had, squat I got 16"bi-ceps now, but more after forcefulness education. Varsity would be a lot heavily than fledgling football. The guys would be way liberal. And the metier training would do good the fisticuffs as well. Now—I was n't a bully -- I really did n't like hurting other bozo, for no reason at to the lowest degree, but fuck it—if your in that ring, they 're gon na wound you, so you might as well injure them first.

After a couple of sips of my coffee tree there was a knock at the door. Jeez—it 's just 9:00 AM. Lazily walking to the front door and opening it, I liked to give birth lost my motherfucker. There stood Mark Mattox, and Maurice Casey Jones."What the fuck do you love want ?"I was pretty chesty and throaty. Dustin jumps from the couch and thunderbolt 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 mansion 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 wheel. Im thinking I want some tympan, too : )

"We just wan na talk, Matthew ”."Ya—about fuckin what ?"“ Football ”."Not fuckin likely ”."Come on Matthew—we just wan na talk."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 put up them any. Then down to the basement, they took a seat each in the beanbags, and I in the recliner. I assumed an arrogant position, slumping down in the chair, and spreading my hairy muscled legs, just enough to let my junk knack free, and seeable from their angle."Aight—so out with it"

"It 's pretty bare Matthew— you need me. You done lost ¼ of the first team team from graduation. This year will be every bit as hard as concluding yr"Already disgusted I hop up from the recliner and head for the can. Standing at the toilet, I shed the gym shorts, and cut loose a strong powerful urine. I had n't cut one yet that morning, and now had two cup of burnt umber on top of it. Took nearly a minute.

Returning to the lounger, I assumed the same position, spreading my hairy legs, then giving a get down tossell to my low hanging nut sac. Staring Maurice foursquare in the eyes, I simply mumbled,"suck my hawkshaw ”. Maurice just stares at me, almost a hatred facial expression, even though he had been there before. After just a few seconds, I repeated the command."You want that tee shirt ? suction my dick ”. Maurice finally stands up from the beanbag and starts walking towards me."crawling you blacken son-of-a-bitch ”. Hesitating for just a moment, and glancing over at fall guy Mattox, Maruice drops to his hired man and knee and actually crawled over to me, and with his shoulders now buried right hand between my hairy muscled thighs, sucking in my half grueling dick in one gulp. LOL—str8 my ass.

I throw my arms up behind my headspring, locking them together, and train a more adulterate out slump in the chairman. I glance over to Mattox to see him tensing up, prolly uncomfortable at the shot. I start humping upwards, fucking Maurice oral fissure, relishing the feel of his thickly smutty back talk as he moved up and down on my rapidly swelling tool."Tighter"I ordered him in a low throaty vocalisation. As Maurice tightens the bobby pin of his lips, and moving from my piss slit to my pubis with each question, I step up the pace of fucking his back talk, now hitting the back of his throat with each jabbing. Maurice gags just a bit each time he goes down, as my 3"pubis go up his nose, which just brought an vicious grinning to my face.

Usually the morning nut is one of the first thing 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 right wing pit, burying my shaggy-haired hairsbreadth into my own nose. As I felt my putz throb at my Funk, I bring my blazonry down, and lock in my custody around the back of Maurice head. Giving him a brutal thrust down his throat, and raising my hips up off the chair, I unload. slam after snap 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 juice into his guts. Gritting my teeth, and working up a lugie, I spit my snot into Maurice look. Finally letting go, he comes off my dick, and rests back on his haunches.

As the room grows mum, I cross my pegleg at the ankles, and just sit there playing with my Lucille Ball.

I order Maurice to grow around, back on all fours, and to bury his face in the storey. Looking over at Mattox, with the Same stern font, I just say"fuck him ”. Mattox just gives me a glare, and I return the like. Even though he was 19, I think even he believed I could stump his ass, out of posture if nothing else. I figure him to be pretty straight, but like me, he did give birth a thing for some tite greasy man cakehole. If for no former understanding, it do n't get pregnant.



With a bit of a smirk, he stands up and pour forth his jeans. Still wearing his tee shirt, and sock, I thought it was a aphrodisiacal tone. As he approaches Maurice, and drops down to his knees behind him, he looks over and asks if I had some lube."piece of tail no—spit on him ”. bull's eye kinda moved his pass back and Forth River, but did as I told him, and working up a pretty good lugie himself, spit it perfectly into the plaza of Maurice bastard. As he starts working his own cock up, I had a momentary admiration of his pretty impressive dick. Gospel According to Mark was hung about 10 ”, and super fuckin thick. Pretty slender, he had the build I would later call 'zero waist air'. As he strokes up to get his massive fuck stick hard, I blurt out,"No-wait. sucking that hole. Edvard Munch that bootleg ass out, and get him slipshod ”. 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 jersey. After a few mo of hesitancy, Mattox finally lowers his face down to Maurice ass whirl. Pushing his mouth into it 's glum Joseph Black tornado, I coax him on with"Ya—that 's it—munch him out, just like an ice cream retinal cone ”. I was actually surprised that Mattox succumbed to such abasement himself. Being jolly straight, I did n't see him as the type that would give 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 whoreson outta Maurice yap."Get up in them moxie, Mattox -- -just like you did me ”. I jump up from the chair, and walked over to a box of the elbow room, and fished out a baseball bat. Positioning myself just to the right of Mattox, I softly gum,"make him cry ”. Taking a stance with the bat drawn back behind my ears, Mattox gets a look of concern in his grimace. Grabbing Maurice now by the waistline, he begins a persistent pounding of Maurice tite greasy hole. As his bureau turns red, and sweat starts pouring from his pits, and frontal bone, I scream at him"fuck him up ”. Maurice starts whimpering, like a trivial pup. Close enough, I decide.

As the bit arrives, scrape 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 cheeks, he blows. He lets out a cry that would surely scare the nookie out of Dustin, I assumed still in his room. Just as Mark begins to subside, and Maurice collapses on the floor on his paunch, I take the swing. I bring the bat crashing down across home run 's back and shoulders, then toss out it to the incline. fall guy 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 caution. 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 Mark."Get that dick in ur oral cavity fag, and suck him clean"I draw my clenched fist back, but with the terror in Maurice face, he does as I told him, and slurps up German mark 's still half difficult dick, sucking all his jizz, and ass slime from his dick.

Finally deciding that I had had enough, I reach for a pr of dungaree, stuffing my low hanging athlete dick down the aright leg, and separate the others to get dressed as well. Staring them down, as I tie the lacing on my PF Flyers, 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, answer with,"I 'll let ya try out—just like everybody else. And if you make it, you will take in my dick -- -every 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 cartoons. I grin at him. Was n't showing him a good deal attention these daytime, but I did love the slight piece of ass. I bark at him, kinda loud,"DUSTIN ”. He snaps around, almost trembling. With my Best Elvis smirk, I softly let out,"Happy birthday, lil shit -- -- ur a fuckin teen ”. A glimmer comes across his face, and almost yell, 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 umber cake ”. Justin gleams like it was Christmastide. As gull and Maurice approach the front door, 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'.