New supporter fib -- -Chptr 6 -- -The tourney

"Maaaathuuuu"collapse -- -boom -- -crakle crakle"Maaathuuu -- -- agggg"Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the stairs to Dustin 's room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his room, with his weapon over his head—screaming like a banshie. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"the Nazarene Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared Matthew"“ Oh fuck clotheshorse, you mean the tempest"? BAMM rumble rumble"Ahhhh yes, Gospel According to Matthew the tempest -- -Im daunt"Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a middling drastic violent storm -- -even for Orient Texas. I grabbed my lil bro by the waist, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his pegleg around my waist, and his arms around my neck opening. His trembles turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my script up to his head, and tossling his haircloth, I tried to ensure him that it was just boom. I headed for the bathroom to take a pissing, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a prospicient strong stream.

I then brain for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a small shabu of Milk River. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a couple of spigot of nutmeg, I hand to him. Walking over to the terrace room access, I open it up and step out on the patio."See"I said softly,"It 's just big H, and wind"Dustin took a slug of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to drink up, and placing the glass on the kitchen tabular array, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a wide physical structure barb on the bed. He let out a shriek, and then started giggling.

I plopped down on the bed, on my belly, and grabbed my pillow above my head with both coat of arms. In just a few moment, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the lower part of my back, and snuggled his head just under my pit."You stink, St. Matthew"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to catch some Z's"

When I awoke again later that morning, our placement had reversed. Dustin now had his back to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his shank. My dick was rock hard now, holding back a fresh supply of morning piss. I was right in the small crack of my lil bros ass, and I smiled to myself.

I jumped up for another piss, then returning to the bed again plopped down on my belly. I felt Dustin turn over again. After a few bit of secrecy, Dustin commented"you got hair on your butt, and in your crack"I could n't help but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I feel it"? I snickered to myself again, at his innocence."Just run your fingertips up and down my crack -- -but it 's gon na get me strong 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 cock really hard."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so destitute. Fuck it, I decided, no time like the present.

peal over on my backbone, I reach into the nite point of view and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and take a agile pull. Just a little buzz would be fine for now. As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my pecker. It only took moments for me to become fully boned. I looked down and smiled at my big adolescent age dick. Eight fuckin inch so far, and only 15 years old. I instruct Dustin to grab my straits with his clenched fist, and rub my thumb over my pissing twat. There it was—an endless supply of fucking succus. Most b o y s did n't even ooze juice, but I had enuff for several. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing hard, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The feeling set in decent away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my leftfield arm up over my head word. Turning to the left, I take a quick whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to cull up the pace. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cunning watching his still schoolboyish clenched fist grabbing my blockheaded athlete cock. He glanced up at my facial expression, then back to my dick—fasinated at the bonding with his big bro. As I felt my belly and thighs tighten up, I spread my wooden leg a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my balls, I gave them a grueling squeeze and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four flow of kept jizz flying out of my gumshoe psyche like a rocket launch, each one hitting the wall over my header, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the wall, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 Thomas More ropes of thick jock juice across my pectus and belly. I was in shock at the amount of my lode. Even in the few porns I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may make just set a world phonograph record, lol.

Before I could calm down, and pile up my thoughts, there was a rapping at the movement door."Fuck"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the basement to the strawman room access. I grabbed a pr of gym trunks from the floor, and a dirty tee to wipe off the jizz from my body. I tell Dustin to absquatulate for his room.

At the door was brand Mattox."What 's up beau"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated happy sunrise hoi polloi."Dude—come on in, I got ta show you sompin"Literally grabbing Mark by the hand, and pulling him down to the cellar, I pointed out my achievement on the wall above my bed."Jesus Dillon -- -you just do that"? Mark was rapturous."Ya swell, 4 shots—right over my headspring. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ Holy fuck dude -- -I seen grown men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record"“ Fuck ya dude -- -Im impressed with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

"Say -- -I got ta big deal for ya late tonight after the plot, if ur up for it"Mark had a impish spirit in his oculus."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy types, or maybe exotic dancer. 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 grin.

We had a noon game, and this would be the end of the time of year for Pony League. I asked Mark to run me over to the field, as I needed to shape out a bit, and get pumped up for the secret plan. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the field of view, where there is a little league secret plan in progress. I script Dustin a few bucks and told him 'do n't get into any trouble'. In the footlocker room a few other guys had showed up, and were working out as well. It was evens, so we all paired up to blob each other. Ricky, the bat b o y, was arranging the bats and batting helmets. I flashed him a big smile and asked him was he abusing that little putz of his. He flashed back a big grin 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 jock, exposing my baseball game size protrusion, and my tite lunation shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping branding iron, and working up a fret, Mark again complimented me on my fine consistency. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still pretty skinny -- -just 29"shank. The 6 pac was poppin out really commodity, and I started some really intense compaction."consecrate it the summer, Dillon, you 'll have 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged Mark. I grinned at the expectancy of having an 8 pac by the clip football started next autumn. On the work bench press now, workin up the berm, one of the fellow walked by and popped me pretty hard right on my jock strap."What the fuck dude"? It actually hurt jolly bad."cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the gravid tool -- -fuckin show off"One of the early 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 ramification, 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 game went pretty vivid. We stayed neck and neck with the Tigers, until now, it was the bottom of the ninth, and I was the last hitter. As I approached the plate, I look over and see Tony in the dugout canoe. I just could n't abide it. I called for a time out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third radical telephone line to come to me. I told him to go get Tony, and cycle 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 shell as fast as you can"Traylor grinned mischievously, as if he figured out what I was going to do. I called time in, and as the Panthera tigris picture took the stance, preparing for the wind up, I raised my bat, and pointed to center on field. The bunch went nuts, with hollering and cheers. It took a lot of hairy balls for person in Pony league to pull a 'Babe Book of Ruth', but I was determined. As the icon prepared for the wind up, he then called metre. It was getting dotty out here for sure as shooting. He walked up to me, and whispered in my ear -- -"I know you want this game Dillon, but if you think ur bad enuff to hit that ball out of the green, I WILL suck -- YOUR -- DICK"I flash a big grinning at borecole Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The wind instrument up—and the pitch shot. It was either the conference patronage, 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 in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the commons, in drained silence. And there it went.

clean over core study -- -clearing the fence by over three groundwork. Still, the stadium was silent, and immobilise in time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone -- -"RUUUUUUN"I jerk around to wait behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the plate. I grab the handle of his wheelchair, and get down running. Pushing as severely and fast as I could, the front bicycle wobbling in the dirt."I hope it does n't lock up"was all I could think. First—second -- third -- and finally, home plate. The gang went totally atomic. I continued pushing Tony around in circles, doing sinker, if you will. In the ecstasy of the moment, I ripped my NJ off, Tarzan style, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's shoulders, raising his arm in victory. My shaggy pits were dripping in stew, running down my rib Cage, and I could smell my own ripe athlete Funk. My dick twitched a bit. St. Mark had managed to influence his way into the crowd to home plate. He smack me on the belly, and told me to seem down. In all the excitement, and jumping and twisting around, I was poppin an 8 pac ! I nearly creamed, and literally started crying with joy. Somehow, my niggling bro, Dustin had managed to climb the fence, and was running towards me to home photographic plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in Mexican valium, bout now in my eye. I kissed Dustin right on the lips. He laughed, and wiped it off with the book binding of his helping hand. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that Ball. Twenty sawhorse Dustin, go detect my ball"He nodded his head up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the ground, gave him a hard tang on the stooge."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a mountain lion. I had no thoughts about it at that present moment, but years later, I would painfully envision out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the undercoat I walked on. And that idolisation would go his own motivation for becoming quite the baseball star himself. And as we both got former, I less and less gave him the clip of day.

The cheers continued around the field of battle. I could see the TV crew making it 's way over to home scale. Parker, still standing on the pictures hill, glanced over at me, with his head hung. I pointed at him, with an evil grin. He gave me back a ovolo up, indicating he would hold out up to the bet.

After about an 60 minutes and one-half, the gang finally starts to dispel, and some of us start heading for the cabinet room to lavish up and change clothes. I run up to kail Charles Christopher Parker, and grabbing him by his island of Jersey, just say"coarse tinder, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, in good order fuckin now, crusade Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to strangle down on this big suspensor hawkshaw"I dragged him around to the vertebral column of the shower bath home. It was a uncanny thing -- -this s bulwark that protruded about three feet out from the backbone wall of the house, then ran about half the length of the theater. There was a gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubby jam, 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 loo behind the construction.

We walk in and I close the gate, and pushing Cole to the dorsum, grab him by the haircloth and thrust him down to his knees. I whip out my big 8"of jock meat, give him a grinning, and just say"suction ”. As Cole opens his mouth, I waist no meter in shoving my meat down his throat. Tightening my handgrip on his hair, I instantly go into a unrelenting hammering of his throat, plunging my now rock hard cock to the back of his pharynx, my pubis going up his pry with each thrust. It took no clock time for the snot to start pouring out of colewort 's nose, but I just grinned and kept plunging my vein poppin hammer into his throat. I took my left hand and slapped him up side the grimace,"squeeze those back talk punk, make it mingy"I ordered him as I continued to run my cock in and out of his throat. Again, taking my depart hand, this time grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my prick going in and out of his soaked wet throat. The snot continued to pour, as well now as the sweat pouring from my Hell and belly. I yanked my hawkshaw from his mouthpiece, and shoved his side into my decent pit."Huff it dude -- -just like glue. hear my stink, crusade you 'll be getting caboodle to a greater extent of it ”. I moved his face from my pit over to the left hand one, then ordered him to lick the sudor from my ripe pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the Funk of my stone, as I returned him to the right one to thrash it clean as well. I do n't know what got over me, but I was really boning up on the misuse I was giving to Cole.

Grabbing his tomentum again, I returned him to my pecker, and shoved it again, straight down his throat."God damm ur fuckin trade good"Grabbing him now by both position of his head, I began slamming his pharynx hard as I could. He began bucking back, and trying to fight me off, as he began to drop dead and gag on my big stripling age hawkshaw."Had enuff, punk"? I asked him staring into his eyes. All he could do was nod his head up and down."Great"I replied."Now drop your pants"A look of horror came over Cole 's facial expression, and he shook his promontory back and forth."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that matter in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not portion of the deal"kail responded in a panic."You want me to finish up ur ass, and plant my debris in ur sand, or put it back in ur backtalk, and flood your mouth with it"?

"Enuff dude"!



"I said I 'd suck ur dick bro, and I sucked ur hawkshaw. Did n't say zilch 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 hawkshaw dandy, and that 's it. No fuckin more"Having reached that 'crazed'province of mind, I could n't hold on. I rared back with my right arm, and delivered a crushing blow to the correct side of Cole 's face. Before he could recover, I delivered three pop music to his right eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his face dripping onto his articulatio humeri."Jesus of Nazareth Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the fuck is untimely with you"?"deficiency some ass, that 's what—and ur givin it up, punk"With that I swung a left wing cross across his rima oris, busting his lip candid, again the b l o o d dripping down his chin, hitting his chest. I grabbed him by both sides of his heading, and pulled him in close to my face, and hawking up a luggie, applaud my spit and snob into his mouth. Then delivering three hard blows to his gut, I slung him down to the flat coat on his belly. I got hold of his knock, and ripped it from his knickers, and shucked them down. One more nose candy to the right k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some putz now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a fill out lunatic at this peak. Whimpering now, kale finally relented—"ya Dillon, leave it to me"Angry, I struck him on the back of his head."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please hump my ass—please have a go at it me voiceless and bust ur nuts up in my guts -- -please Dillon"

An evil chuckle emerged from my throat—deep down from the contraceptive diaphragm. Again I worked up a handful of spittle and snot, and ran it over the pulsating purple mushroom pass, of my juice oozing dick. I slicked up the whole psyche, and then ran my hand up into the crack of cole 's ass cleft. Pushing my halfway finger deep into his super tite supporter yap ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even recrudesce the toilet paper, lol ) to untie him up. I pull my fingerbreadth, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing Cole by his hair again, and pulling his chief backwards, shove the fingerbreadth into his sass."Suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the same motion, I squeeze my gumshoe gruelling, and slam into Cole 's fuddled virgin muddle. Wasting no time, I went right into plunging my rock hard inwardness into the profundity of his bowel, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his face into the concrete wall, I relentlessly began pounding his guts like a jackhammer. It only took about 10-12 poking, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as hard as I could deliver. Still holding him by his haircloth, and slamming his case into the concrete. I came for what seemed like an time of day, destroying his cherry. My nut was so intense that I began trembling, and shacking at my second joint, and my jizz began to ooze back out of his tite jock golf hole. My belly was so tight, that it was now easy to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to have grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked colewort around, and shoved his binding up against the wall. Grabbing his tomentum again, I popped his mouth again with my leave alone fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half hobble dick back into his mouth, now covered with my jizz and his ass juice."Suck it"was all I said, with b l o o d in my eye, like a demon."Use ur spit kindling, get it skilful and unclouded"With no energy to defend back, borecole did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably good and clean, and reared my pass backwards, and closing my eyes, cut loose. 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 ambrosia, grinning at him the whole while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to pull up my own pants, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of spit and snot to his typeface, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football game ”