New supporter Tales -- -Freshman year—Chptr 11 -- School 's Out !

Schooooooooools out -- -- for -- -- summer ! ! da da da dat -- dadadadat.

Yaaaawweee. Finally ! In spite of my modeling educatee athlete status, former than football and cheerleaders, I pretty much detested school. It just was n't me, and therefore no plans for college. I bolted out the gym threshold, and headed straight for my jeep. I was so gallant of it, and had gotten tons of compliments. Canary yellow -- -Muncie 4-speed. 33"Micky Homer A. Thompson tires. One bad ass fuckin speech sound scheme. Edlebrock intake and carb. I ripped my tee off running towards it, then my gripe on comer. I had n't had the top on the landrover since I bought it. Topless, topless, and barefooted. A proud example for White boi drone applesauce -- -even though we did endure in a menage : )

I was horny and out to get high, and drunk, and some lucky boi or girl was gon na get 9"of unvoiced jock cock today.

But first, lol, just to recap -- -

The birthday bash down at the diner two workweek ago was awesome. Mom and the young woman went all out, with BBQ and banana pudding. Lots of guys from the team were there, including Brad Duncan. Every fourth dimension Mandy came to our table, she would smile at Brad, and he would blush. One one trip, Brad bolted for the male child room out of overplus. As Mandy approached the table, I said to her"Mandy -- -- look at that bottom ! Ai n't that the cutest laughingstock"? Pointing at Brad. Mandy giggled, and responded"Ya, it is kinda precious ”."Kinda"? ? ? I said in amazment. Tell me you would n't chip in anything to go down ur teeth into that hard athlete inwardness"! Mandy blushed, and giggled again, just as Brad emerges up the hall from the bathroom. Dustin, of all citizenry spoke up offering,"I hear he has a big dick too ”. Mandy grasped her face, with that girlish"Oh my Gawd ”, just as Brad arrives back at the board."Whut"? Brad asks stupefy. Dustin pipes up again,"Mandy wants to check out ur butt ”. Now both are utterly embarrassed at our tantalization of them so, pointing towards the spinal column of the diner, I just offer"That table down there is vacate ”."Hey mom—Brandy gon na take a respite"!"OK hun ”.

As I was eating my pudding, suddenly I had the most perverted thought -- -so I decided to take some home. We all salary increase, and I leave a fiver on the table for Mandy. Walking back towards them I offer to Brad,"OK homie—we did the prelim work for ya—do n't fuck it up now ”.

Exactly three twelvemonth later to the day, both Brad and Mandy said"I DO ”. The entire football team served as honorary best men, in good uniform : ) This twelvemonth will be their 25th anniversary. Just thought I 'd thrust that in there : )

Kirk dropped me and Dustin off at the home, and as promised, I hopped on lil bro 's mt bicycle and strolled down to his house about 10:00 PM, with pudding in hired hand : )

Kirk welcomed me in, and we head straight for the terrace. I asked if he had a beer, and he gave me a hard maternal look. I told him it was totally cool, that I would never squeal on a client."An besides dude, I been drinkin and smokin dope since before fresher yr. . Kirk shook his head, prolly wondering what he had gotten himself into.

Finally giving in, he brings out an ice cold one, and I nearly shoot down it in one gulp. I instantly strip down in the ardent Texas Nox, and went right to crop on my big 9"jock cock. Kirk was still amazed at my gift, and being so Danton True Young, and non-bashfull at showing it off at any hazard. After stroking up a few minutes, and spreading my legs a bit more, I jab my hirsute ass-hole with my middle digit, and got the shag succus flowing. Kirk asked if I wanted another beer, to which I nodded yes. ( suddenly he 's out to get me salute ? ? ? ) As he jumped to the kitchen, I fished out the banana pudding from my back pac. Quickly huffing down the vanilla wafers, leaving just the creamy pudding, and meringue, I take a big scoop in my manus, and grab my boneheaded kernel, returning to stroking it up, coating it with the pud as lube, lol.

When Kirk returns with the beer, he just smiles, and said I was one kinky fop."Ya—I got the idea at the dinner -- -this will be the best juice you ever had.

I let go of my dick, and catch the beer -- -once again chugging it down until almost discharge. I hardly did anything slow -- -everything was fast and voiceless. I look over at Kirk, and just said"get it dude -- -get on my big nanner pecker"with a smile. Kirk wasted no time in leaping for my big jock dick, and gobbled it down to the pubic bone. I rolled my eyes back, and tilted my head back into the lounge death chair. Oh my fuckin god, that felt gravid. As he ran his tongue around my shaft, and piss slit, mixing my fuck juice with the pudding, I thought I was going to break loose just any moment. Grabbing the two beer cans, I sucked down the last few ounces of each, then grabbing Kirk around the back of his head, began a relentless pounding of his throat.

It only took a few instant before the abs started to tighten, and with one final dip, I unload in Kirk 's throat. Five shots of my fatheaded jock rope go straight down, as he chokes up to hold it. Some of my incumbrance starts ozzing back out of his mouth as he feverishly lick me up like a puppy. I pushed his mind up off my cock, and then something that had never happened—I blasted two more roofy straight up to my pecs, leaving a lead down to my belly. I just grin really big, then raising my feet up into the air, told him to push my legs back behind my ear.

Eager to accommodate, I snatch up another 3 digit of the pudding, and spread it up and down my hairy tornado and kettle of fish. Staring down at him, I simply say"munch ”, to which he quickly obeys. Finally grabbing his own rock laborious dick, Kirk begins to force it like a mad man, while munching down on my 'nanner flavored sebaceous jock golf hole. It only took a second before he came up, and aiming for my chest, blasted his own load across my body.

I scooped up a couple more fingers of the pudding, and running them up and down my chest and belly, mix the juice and pudding together. Kirk gives me a wind facial expression, and just says"what about the piss"? I flash back an evilness grin, and just mutter"fuckin pig ”. I relax my organic structure, and close my middle. Stretching my two arms up and behind my head, I turn my head from left to rectify, taking a deep huff of my mature stinkin pits. I unload the stream, hitting me just under the chin, and soak my full body with my hot stinkin piss. Surprising even me, I pop out another three barb of my deep athletic supporter goo, free-handed. As the succus and piss and pudding mix together, Kirk buries his cheek in my belly, and starts lapping up the mix, again like a athirst pup.

After both of us just lay there for respective minutes, I told Kirk I really should jet—I did n't like leaving Dustin at home by himself late at night. And if he ever told mom, she would k I l l me. Kirk nodded approval, and I got dressed, sliding into my tee over the milky deal still sticking to my torso. I tied the lace together of my PF flier, and catapult them around the back of my neck—a supporter thing.

Right upon leaving, I asked Kirk if he knew a tat guy. He responded that he in fact did, so I asked him to ascertain and see if the dude would put some ink on me. If it helped, tell him I got a big cock : )

Sooooo, back to today. As I got dwelling house from school, I quickly changed into some cut-offs and sneaks. Kirk had let me keep the beaters he gave me to wear a brace of hebdomad ago on my birthday for 'mowing shoes'. They stunk, lol.

I quickly jog down to his house, and fish out the mower to lead off his yard—it was his day. It was hot—about 90, and I started dripping in lather as soon as I got going. Finishing up, Kirk joins me around back at the patio with a marvellous methamphetamine of iced tea—my 2nd favorite behind beer, lol. Just chit-chatting a bit, he offers that he had talked to his tattoo guy, and he agreed to put the tat on me, but late nighttime, and at his star sign. I said that was fine with me, but I would give birth to convey along lil bro."So what is this tat your so pressing about getting"? Having anticipated the question, I fish out the art object of report I had stored in my back scoop. That big beautiful infield, with 'go go infield dillon'arced across the top. I explained to Kirk it had been in my cabinet at every secret plan, right under my helmet. I still had no idea where it came from.

"That 's get matte"I respond with"ya—-and so is this"With that I whip out my big jockstrap peter, and commence stroking up. Kirk just grin, and says"oh Ya"

We got at it like usual, cept this clip more on the vanilla extract side. He wanted that fatheaded athletic supporter debris pretty quickly today I guess : )

As we finish up, and Kirk re-fills the tea, he offers that we could go down to"Jakes"house tonight to get the tat done. He would spot me some hard cash if I needed it, lawsuit he forgot to ask Jake what he would charge me. Also, he had a son about Dustin 's age, so they could cling out together while the sleep of us worked on the ink.

I said that all was awesome, to come by about 7:00 and we could go grab some grub down at the diner, then head out. We would n't distinguish mom, cause she kinda had a thing about tats and stuff, and she already had voiced that she did n't like the mohawk. Most of us that got them back at homecoming were still sporting them, and decided to restrain them for senior high schoolhouse.

The buffet car was occupy, being a Fri nighttime. Since there were three of us we opted for pizza instead of Warren E. Burger. Scarfing it down rather quickly, we head for the door."What you b o y s up to tonight hun"? asked my mom all cheerful n bullshit. I hesitate until we were out the door, and as it closes I holler back"getting a tattoo mom ”. Kirk and Dustin and me each start giggling, and bolt for the car to fly the coop before mom could fare out to stop us.

We arrive about 45 minutes later at Jake 's -- -he was bout 20 stat mi out in the country, and there was some traffic getting out of John Tyler. Jake introduces his wife, Sheila, and son Nate. The two b o y s pass for the den, with snacks in hired man to get into some scary film. The quietus of us head downstairs to Jake 's home studio. I shed my tee on the way down, and Sheila compliments me on my 'tite'bod. I give a unquiet grin and point for the obvious chair. Showing the drawing to Jake, he replied with"Oh ya -- -that 's sweet. This will be easy, about 30 minutes ”.

It was pretty quite as Jake went to work, digging the needle into the muscle of my back right shoulder. He asked about the drafting, so once again I went through the history. Jumping up to re-fill our boozing, Sheila commented on the 'lump'in my gasp. Blushing, and looking down at my right thigh, I just kinda grinned and softly replied"ya—it 's pretty big ”. Freeballin as usual, and noticing that my jean were a bit plastered tonight, I was packing a pretty big glob. Even soft, I hung about 7"Jake just kept working and the way got quite again.

I took about 40 minute, and Jake complimented that I took the needle well, being my low time. I checked it out in the mirror, and flashed a big grin, thanking him for doing it. When I asked Jake how much, he cleared his throat, and started slowly with"well lustrelessness, here 's the deal. Normally that would be about a $ 75 tat. But I got a suggestion for ya you might like. We already heard about that big tool of yours—Kirk went into some pretty good detail for us. So -- -- I want you to fuck my wife, and Kirk and me watch ”.

A look of astonishment, for trusted, came across my human face. I just looked at Jake, and replied"huh ?"“ Ya Matt -- -fuck my wife. She digs Lester Willis Young athlete turncock, and it 's totally poise with me. We wo n't secernate either, lol"I respond nervously with,"well, fuck ya"!

Sheila jumps up with joy, and taking a quick swig of her bloody Virgin Mary, we all go back upstairs to the passkey bedroom.

Sheila quickly jumps on the bed, and sheds her clothes, while Jake and Kirk take a seat each on the position of the bed. I shrug my shoulder joint, and discharge my pant, and kick them to the metrical foot of the bed."Oh my gawd honey -- -he 's so hairy ! And calculate at that cute tite target"! I just flash a grin, and crawl up between Sheila 's thigh 's from the base of the bed. Spreading her slightly, I dive straight in, burying my face into her bushy pussy, and stick my tongue right into her twat. Sheila let 's out a slight exclamation, and spreading her more open with my hands, run my tongue even deeper into her wet pussy. I did n't usually pass a lot of fourth dimension nibbling on the clit like a lot of Guy do, I wanted that snatch succus all over my brass !

Eating her out for about 15 moment, while Kirk and Jake begin jacking their dicks watching, I decided it was time to drop away her the meat. Sitting back on all IV, I grab my dick and Ball, and guide my now rock heavily pecker into her rim. As her heart widen, and she inhales, I drive my thick jock nub all the way in. Sheila grabs me around the lowly of my back, and I start a slow driving force, in and out of her tunnel, getting her all moist and wet. A few minutes of slow mo, and sucking on her nipple, suddenly, she pushes my face back with both manus, and loudly proclaims,"fuck me Matthew—fuck me and mean it"

Well, that 's all I needed. Sitting back on my haunches, I grab Sheila by her second joint, and swing them up and over my shoulders. Maintaining a tight adhesive friction, I slam it to her with a restrained trust, and go to Town. Quickly jabbing her cunt with my thick pulsating peter, I start sweating, dripping down my brow and pits. It was hot in the elbow room, but I liked it. Jake and Kirk had now totally removed their pant, and each wide-spread, where whacking away at their dicks like a yoke of pent up captive. I continued ramming Sheila like a horned up dog myself, and clenching my centre and teeth, I finally commit out. From her screaming and gyrating around, and the wetness of my pubic bone, I assumed she had cum. I grab my prick at the base, and aim veracious for her sassing. BAMM !

Three quick guesswork right to her face. Then 5 more right wing between the teat, then trailing down to her tummy. I smiled at my 'average'load, but to the others, prolly pretty big. Sheila exclaims"oh my gawd"and I quickly hop off the bed and grab my jeans.

We quickly dress, and I go polish up up Dustin. I knew he would be getting sleepy, and we were just shy of an 60 minutes getting back home. We get back, and I thank Kirk for an awe-inspiring night, and put Dustin to bed. Down to my room, I fish out another beer from the mini-fridge, and Inner Light up a reefer. Been wanting that all day. Putting on some pornography, I grab hold of my still wet dick and go at it. One more nut before crashing out .