New suspensor Tales -- -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 stairs to Dustin 's room -- -buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the midsection of his elbow room, with his weapon over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop windfall, sizzle, sizzle."Aggggg Mathew"!"Jesus Dustin -- -what is it"?"Im scared St. Matthew the Apostle"“ Oh fuck gallant, you mean the storm"? BAMM rumble rumble"Ahhhh yes, Gospel According to Matthew the storm -- -Im scared"Oh fucking, I mumble to myself. It was a pretty drastic storm -- -even for East Texas. I grabbed my lil bro by the waist, and picked him up. He instantly wrapped his peg around my waist, and his arms around my neck. His shake turned to whimpering, and eventually started crying. Bringing my handwriting up to his head, and tossling his hair, I tried to assure him that it was just thunder. I headed for the bath to make a piss, lil bro still in tow. Leaning forward and grabbing the towel bar, I cut loose a long strong stream.

I then head for the kitchen, and pour Dustin a low glass of milk. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a couple of taps of Myristica fragrans, I hand to him. Walking over to the patio doorway, I open it up and pace out on the terrace."See"I said softly,"It 's just thunder, and hoist"Dustin took a slug of his milk and replied,"Im still scared"I told Dustin to imbibe up, and placing the glass on the kitchen table, headed back down to my room. I gave Dustin a fully organic structure slam 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 forefront with both arms. In just a few moments, Dustin had turned over and wrapped his arm around the down in the mouth part of my cover, and snuggled his heading just under my pit."You stink, Matthew"I simply replied,"Yep, go back to sleep"

When I awoke again later that daybreak, our spot had reversed. Dustin now had his back to me, and I had him pulled in close to my belly, with my arm over his waist. My dick was rock hard now, holding back a fresh supply of dayspring peeing. I was right in the lowly 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 crook over again. After a few moments of silence, Dustin commented"you got pilus on your tail end, and in your fracture"I could n't help but giggle, and just replied"ya ”, you 'll get that some day too ”."Can I find it"? I snickered to myself again, at his naturalness."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 dick really severe."So what do you do about it"? He asked, so clean-handed. Fuck it, I decided, no time like the present.

Rolling over on my rachis, I reach into the nite tie-up and fish out a blount. I fire it up, and engage a quickly pulling. Just a little buzz would be exquisitely for now. As usual, as my brain came awake, so did my cock. It only took moments for me to suit fully swot. I looked down and smiled at my big teen age shaft. Eight fuckin inches so far, and only 15 years old. I instruct Dustin to grab my head with his fist, and rub my thumb over my make slit. There it was—an endless supply of nooky juice. nigh b o y s did n't even seep juice, but I had enuff for respective. Slicking the juice over my cockhead, and squeezing hard, I tell him to began pulling up and down. The touch sensation set in rightfulness away. I spread my legs just a bit, and raised my left arm up over my drumhead. Turning to the left, I take a warm whiff of my ripe pit. I instruct Dustin now to pick up the pace. I had shit to do today, but I had to get that nut first. It was so cute watching his still boylike fist grabbing my loggerheaded athlete turncock. 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 thighs tighten up, I spread my legs a bit more, and reaching down grabbing my testis, I gave them a hard squeeze and tugged down. Then it came-bamm, bamm, bamm, bamm. Four streams of unbroken jizz flying out of my peter head like a roquette launch, each one hitting the wall over my head, splattering like a bug hitting a windshield. I looked up at the wall, Dustin still jackin my dick, and shot 5 More ropes of duncical jock juice across my chest of drawers and belly. I was in shock at the quantity of my incumbrance. Even in the few porns I had seen, I never seen a man shoot that much jizz. I was thinking I may get just set a world track record, lol.

Before I could cool off down, and hoard my thoughts, there was a rapping at the front line door."fucking"I mumbled to myself. It was just so fuckin far from the basement to the front door. I grabbed a pr of gym shorts from the storey, and a ill-gotten tee to wipe off the jizz from my body. I tell Dustin to decamp for his elbow room.

At the room access was Mark Mattox."What 's up beau"he exclaimed all cheerfull and shit. I hated well-chosen morning masses."Dude—come on in, I got ta show you sompin"Literally grabbing Mark by the hand, and pulling him down to the basement, I pointed out my achievement on the bulwark above my bed."Jesus Dillon -- -you just do that"? Mark was ecstatic."Ya dude, 4 shots—right over my head. I was just wiping up when you knocked"“ Holy fuck swell -- -I seen mature men that did n't nut like that -- -that 's got ta be a record book"“ screwing ya dude -- -Im imprint with myself"I kinda chuckled at my accomplishment.

"Say -- -I got ta big trade for ya late tonight after the game, if ur up for it"Mark had a mischievous look in his middle."Ya maybe -- -what 's up"I asked."Old man party—they want some gogo boy character, or maybe strippers. figure 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 noon secret plan, and this would be the end of the time of year for shot glass League. I asked bull's eye to run me over to the line of business, as I needed to work out a bit, and get pumped up for the game. We grab Dustin, and scoot over to the force field, where there is a little league game in progression. I hired man Dustin a few horse and told him 'do n't get into any worry'. In the footlocker room a few former guy wire 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 bats and batting helmets. I flashed him a big grin and asked him was he abusing that footling tool of his. He flashed back a big grin and proudly proclaimed"yes sir ! Three times a day"! All the Guy 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 size bulge, and my tite moonlight shaped hairy ass. As we began pumping branding iron, and working up a sweat, cross again complimented me on my fine torso. Still at just 5'10', and 150 lbs, I was still pretty skinny -- -just 29"waist. The 6 pac was poppin out really good, and I started some really intense crush."consecrate it the summer, Dillon, you 'll ingest 7 & 8 before you know it"encouraged soft touch. I grinned at the anticipation of having an 8 pac by the fourth dimension football started next fall. On the workbench pressing now, workin up the berm, one of the beau walked by and popped me pretty hard right on my jock strap."What the fuck dude"? It actually hurt pretty bad."Cover that shit up Dillon, we all know you got the biggest shaft -- -fuckin show off"One of the other b o y s hollered out"I think he likes ur hawkshaw Dillon ”. Everybody just laughed and went back to their routine.

Suddenly Ricky hollers out"batter up -- -30 minutes"That was the cue to get dressed, and get set for the game. Tony sweetie 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 twelvemonth, and lost his legs, but he was still on the roll for the team."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 intense. We stayed neck and neck with the Tigers, until now, it was the tooshie of the one-ninth, and I was the last hitter. As I approached the plate, I look over and see Tony in the pirogue. I just could n't stand it. I called for a time out, and motioned for one of the b o y s lined up down the third base line to derive to me. I told him to go get Tony, and roll him out to the baseline with them, so he could see better. He nodded commendation."And Traylor—when I hit that fuckin ball, you wheel his ass over here to this plate 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 Tigers picture took the position, preparing for the farting up, I raised my bat, and pointed to focus field. The crowd went nuts, with holler and sunniness. It took a lot of hairy glob for individual in jigger League to pull a 'Babe Ruth', but I was determined. As the picture prepared for the wind up, he then called time. It was getting crazy out here for for certain. 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 testicle out of the park, I WILL suction -- YOUR -- DICK"I flash a big smile at Cole Yardbird Parker, and said to him"You got your word on that"? Charles Christopher Parker replied"I just did bro ”.

The current of air up—and the pitch. It was either the league patronage, or we go down in a tie. POW I swung so intemperate that I felt every bone in my vertebrae pop, from my waist up to my neck, and broke the bat clean in two. I stood there, with everyone else in the ballpark, in dead silence. And there it went.

Clean over marrow field -- -clearing the fence by over three feet. Still, the stadium was silent, and frozen in 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 plate. I grab the hold of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as hard and fast as I could, the front wheels wobbling in the grease."I hope it does n't lock up"was all I could call up. First—second -- third -- and finally, dwelling. The crowd went totally atomic. I continued pushing Tony around in circles, doing doughnut, if you will. In the X of the moment, I ripped my jersey off, Tarzan of the Apes dash, screaming at the top of my lungs and draped it over Tony 's articulatio humeri, raising his arm in victory. My bushy orchestra pit were dripping in sweat, running down my rib cage, and I could smell my own ripe suspensor Casimir Funk. My tool twitched a bit. Deutsche Mark had managed to work his way into the crowd to home denture. He smack me on the abdomen, and told me to look 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 up the fence, and was running towards me to home plate. I grabbed him up, and spun around in circles, snag now in my eyes. I kissed Dustin right on the brim. He laughed, and wiped it off with the back of his deal. Suddenly, I looked Dustin square in the eyes --"Bro -- -go find that ball. Twenty bucks Dustin, go find my ball"He nodded his promontory up and down, and as I lowered him back down to the ground, gave him a gruelling smack on the butt."Run b o y—run"! ! Dustin took off like a cougar. I had no thought about it at that moment, but eld later, I would painfully figure out that from that moment, my lil bro worshiped the ground I walked on. And that adoration would get his own motivation for becoming quite the baseball whiz himself. And as we both got elder, I lupus erythematosus and less gave him the time of day.

The sunniness continued around the field. I could see the TV crew making it 's way over to home crustal plate. Parker, still standing on the picture mound, glanced over at me, with his capitulum hung. I pointed at him, with an evil smiling. He gave me back a thumbs up, indicating he would live up to the bet.

After about an minute and one-half, the gang finally starts to dissipate, and some of us start heading for the storage locker elbow room to shower up and alteration clothes. I run up to cole Parker, and grabbing him by his T-shirt, just say"common punk rocker, ur with me"“ Jesus Dillon -- -now ? ? here ? ?"“ Yup, right fuckin now, cause Im horny as fuck, and ur fixin to choke down on this big jock gumshoe"I dragged him around to the back of the shower bath firm. It was a weird thing -- -this second rampart that protruded about three fundament out from the back wall of the theater, then ran about half the duration of the sign of the zodiac. There was a logic gate at the end of it, and it was like this cubby hole, if you will. nonentity 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, grab him by the hair's-breadth and push him down to his knees. I whip out my big 8"of suspensor essence, give him a grin, and just say"SUCK ”. As borecole opens his mouth, I waist no meter in shoving my meat down his throat. Tightening my grip on his hair, I instantly go into a unforgiving buffeting of his pharynx, plunging my now rock hard cock to the rear of his throat, my pubes going up his nose with each thrust. It took no meter for the snot to start pouring out of colewort 's intrude, but I just grinned and kept plunging my mineral vein poppin cock into his throat. I took my pass on hand and slapped him up side the face,"liquidity crisis those lip punk, make it tight"I ordered him as I continued to run my cock in and out of his pharynx. Again, taking my left hired man, this time grabbing him by the throat, and squeezing hard, you could now see my hammer going in and out of his tight wet throat. The prig continued to pour, as well now as the sweat pouring from my quarry and belly. I yanked my dick from his mouth, and shoved his face into my rectify pit."Huff it dude -- -just like glue. Learn my stink, cause you 'll be getting caboodle to a greater extent of it ”. I moved his fount from my pit over to the left field one, then ordered him to lick the sweat from my ripe pungent pit. He eyes squimished at the funk of my Hell, as I returned him to the right one to lick it unclouded as well. I do n't know what got over me, but I was really boning up on the abuse I was giving to Cole.

Grabbing his hair again, I returned him to my dick, and shoved it again, straight down his throat."God damm ur fuckin beneficial"Grabbing him now by both sides of his read/write 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 teen age tool."Had enuff, touchwood"? 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 expression of horror came over Cole 's face, and he shook his head back and Forth River."No fuckin way Dillon -- -your not sticking that thing in my ass -- -no fuckin way -- -not part of the wad"Cole responded in a panic."You want me to fetch up up ur ass, and plant my rubble in ur guts, or put it back in ur sassing, and inundate your mouth with it"?

"Enuff dude"!



"I said I 'd suck ur dick bro, and I sucked ur dick. 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 than"Having reached that 'crazed'commonwealth of mind, I could n't stop. I rared back with my right arm, and delivered a crushing blow to the correct side of colewort 's expression. Before he could reclaim, I delivered three dada to his right wing eye, instantly busting it, and the

b l o o d began pouring down his face dripping onto his shoulder."Jesus Dillon, you fuckin lunatic—what the fuck 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 bureau. I grabbed him by both slope of his oral sex, and pulled him in stopping point to my face, and hawking up a luggie, spew my spit and snot into his mouth. Then delivering three grueling blows to his gut, I slung him down to the ground on his belly. I got hold of his belt, and ripped it from his drawers, and shucked them down. One more C to the powerful k I d n e y, and then screaming at him"You want some dick now punk, huh -- -you want some"? I was a over madman at this compass point. Whimpering now, colewort finally relented—"ya Dillon, give it to me"Angry, I struck him on the back of his point."Naa punk—that aint gon na git it now -- -you got to fuckin beg for it fag"!"Aight, aight, Dillon, please fuck my ass—please get laid me hard and skint ur nuts up in my gut -- -please Dillon"

An evil 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 school principal, of my succus oozing putz. I slicked up the whole principal, and then ran my hand up into the crack of Cole 's ass crack. Pushing my middle fingerbreadth deep into his super tite athlete hole ( Jeez, I thought—this boi has never even fall apart the toilet paper, lol ) to loosen him up. I pull my finger's breadth, and notice a bit of ass slim on it, then grabbing Cole by his hair again, and pulling his head backwards, shove the finger into his mouthpiece."suck it, pig"was all I said to him. In the Saami movement, I squeeze my dick surd, and mosh into kale 's tight Virgin hole. Wasting no meter, I went right into plunging my rock hard meat into the depths of his backbone, All 8"to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Shoving his side into the concrete wall, I relentlessly began pounding his gut like a jackhammer. It only took about 10-12 push, and then I exploded.

Nut after nut, I shot deep into Bird Parker 's ass. Each one hitting as concentrated as I could render. Still holding him by his hair, and slamming his look 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 second joint, and my jizz began to ooze back out of his tite jock golf hole. My paunch was so compressed, that it was now tardily to see my tight, popping 8 pac of abs, that seemed to give birth grown overnight.

Finally spent, I yanked kail around, and shoved his back up against the wall. Grabbing his whisker again, I popped his mouth again with my leave alone fist, and as he opened it up, I shoved my now half hitch 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 eyes, like a demon."Use ur tongue spunk, get it good and make clean"With no energy to fight back, colewort did as I ordered him. Relaxing now, and deciding that I was probably good and clean, and reared my headland backwards, and conclusion my eyes, cut liberate. kale 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 whole while. Finally I pulled out, and stepped back to pull up my own bloomers, and buckled them up. Delivering one more mouthfull of spitting and snoot to his face, told him to get up, and get himself together."Yep Bird Parker, definitely looking forward to freshmen football ”