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 model student jock status, other than football and cheerleaders, I pretty much hat shoal. It just was n't me, and therefore no plans for college. I bolted out the gym door, and headed straight for my jeep. I was so proud of it, and had gotten short ton of wish. sneaker yellow -- -Muncie 4-speed. 33"Micky Benjamin Thompson tires. One bad ass fuckin sound system. Edlebrock intake and carb. I ripped my tee off running towards it, then my kicks on arrival. I had n't had the top on the jeep since I bought it. Topless, topless, and barefooted. A lofty good example for white boi laggard trash -- -even though we did live in a firm : )

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

But maiden, lol, just to recap -- -

The birthday bash down at the diner two workweek ago was awing. Mom and the girl went all out, with BBQ and banana pudding. set of cat from the team were there, including Brad Duncan. Every time Mandy came to our table, she would smile at Brad, and he would blush. One one misstep, Brad bolted for the boys room out of embarrassment. As Mandy approached the mesa, I said to her"Mandy -- -- look at that butt ! Ai n't that the cutest keister"? Pointing at Brad. Mandy giggled, and responded"Ya, it is kinda precious ”."Kinda"? ? ? I said in amazment. tell apart me you would n't give anything to slide down ur teeth into that arduous supporter meat"! Mandy blushed, and giggled again, just as Brad emerges up the hallway from the john. Dustin, of all people 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 table."Whut"? Brad asks perplexed. Dustin pipes up again,"Mandy wants to hold in out ur butt end ”. Now both are utterly embarrassed at our teasing of them so, pointing towards the back of the dining compartment, I just offer"That table down there is void ”."Hey mom—Brandy gon na take a happy chance"!"OK hun ”.

As I was eating my pudding, suddenly I had the most crisp thought process -- -so I decided to lease some home. We all climb, and I leave a five-spot on the board for Mandy. Walking back towards them I offer to Brad,"OK homie—we did the preliminary exam work for ya—do n't fuck it up now ”.

Exactly three years later to the day, both Brad and Mandy said"I DO ”. The integral football squad served as honorary Charles Herbert Best men, in full uniform : ) This yr will be their 25th anniversary. Just thought I 'd throw that in there : )

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

Kirk welcomed me in, and we head straight for the patio. I asked if he had a beer, and he gave me a hard parental looking. I told him it was totally aplomb, that I would never oink on a client."An in any case dude, I been drinkin and smokin cola since before neophyte twelvemonth. . 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 obliterate it in one gulp. I instantly strip down in the warmly Texas night, and went right to work on my big 9"jock cock. Kirk was still amazed at my gift, and being so young, and non-bashfull at showing it off at any prospect. After stroking up a few second, and spreading my legs a bit more, I jab my hairy ass-hole with my midriff finger, and got the lie with juice flowing. Kirk asked if I wanted another beer, to which I nodded yes. ( suddenly he 's out to get me drunk ? ? ? ) 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 hired hand, and snap up my compact meat, returning to stroking it up, coating it with the pud as lubricant, lol.

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

I let go of my dick, and grab the beer -- -once again chugging it down until almost hollow. I hardly did anything slow -- -everything was tight and firmly. I look over at Kirk, and just said"get it dude -- -get on my big nanner gumshoe"with a grin. Kirk wasted no prison term in leaping for my big jock dick, and gobbled it down to the pubes. I rolled my heart back, and tilted my head back into the couch president. Oh my fuckin god, that felt corking. As he ran his tongue around my shaft, and piss slit, mixing my fuck juice with the pud, I thought I was going to blow up just any here and now. Grabbing the two beer cans, I sucked down the lastly few ounces of each, then grabbing Kirk around the back of his point, began a relentless buffeting of his throat.

It only took a few minutes before the abs started to tighten, and with one final examination plunge, I unload in Kirk 's throat. Five shots of my duncical jockstrap rophy 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 pup. I pushed his head up off my dick, and then something that had never happened—I blasted two more ropes 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 capitulum.

eager to fit, I snatch up another 3 fingers of the pudding, and spread it up and down my hirsute scissure and pickle. Staring down at him, I simply say"munch ”, to which he quickly obeys. Finally grabbing his own rock toilsome dick, Kirk begins to pull it like a mad man, while munching down on my 'nanner flavored greasy jock gob. It only took a mo before he came up, and aiming for my dresser, blasted his own warhead across my trunk.

I scooped up a couple more fingers of the pudding, and running them up and down my chest and belly, mix the succus and pud together. Kirk gives me a twisted look, and just says"what about the piss"? I flash back an immorality grin, and just grumbling"fuckin pig ”. I relax my torso, and close my eye. Stretching my two branch up and behind my head, I turn my head from left to compensate, taking a recondite seeing red of my ripe stinkin pitfall. I unload the stream, hitting me just under the Kuki, and douse my entire soundbox with my hot stinkin peeing. Surprising even me, I pop out another three slam of my thick athletic supporter goo, free-handed. As the juice and piss and pudding mix together, Kirk buries his face in my belly, and starts lapping up the mix, again like a hungry puppy.

After both of us just lay there for several minutes, I told Kirk I really should jet—I did n't like leaving Dustin at home by himself late at dark. 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 muckle still sticking to my trunk. I tied the lace together of my PF Flyers, and sling them around the spinal column of my neck—a athletic supporter thing.

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

Sooooo, back to today. As I got base from school, I quickly changed into some cut-offs and snitch. Kirk had let me hold on the beaters he gave me to wear a dyad of weeks ago on my natal day for 'mowing shoes'. They stunk, lol.

I quickly jog down to his theater, and angle out the mower to begin his yard—it was his day. It was hot—about 90, and I started dripping in swither as soon as I got going. Finishing up, Kirk joins me around back at the patio with a tall glass 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 theatre. I said that was all right with me, but I would experience to institute along lil bro."So what is this tat your so urgent about getting"? Having anticipated the question, I fish out the man of paper I had stored in my back pocket. That big beautiful adamant, with 'go go diamond dillon'arced across the top. I explained to Kirk it had been in my locker at every game, right under my helmet. I still had no idea where it came from.

"That 's bewilder Matt"I respond with"ya—-and so is this"With that I whip out my big supporter dick, and originate stroking up. Kirk just grins, and says"oh Ya"

We got at it like usual, cept this clock time more on the vanilla extract side. He wanted that slurred athlete junk pretty quick 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 Johnny Cash if I needed it, causal agent he forgot to ask Jake what he would charge me. Also, he had a son about Dustin 's age, so they could hang out together while the relaxation of us worked on the ink.

I said that all was awesome, to come by about 7:00 and we could go catch some grub down at the dining car, then head out. We would n't enjoin mom, make 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 return were still sporting them, and decided to hold open them for high schooling.

The diner was officious, being a Fri night. Since there were three of us we opted for pizza instead of burgers. 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 tinker's dam. I hesitate until we were out the threshold, and as it closes I holler back"getting a tattoo mom ”. Kirk and Dustin and me each starting line giggling, and bolt for the car to escape before mom could descend out to stop us.

We arrive about 45 minutes later at Jake 's -- -he was bout 20 stat mi out in the land, and there was some traffic getting out of Tyler. Jake introduces his wife, Sheila, and son Nate. The two b o y s point for the den, with snack in hand to get into some scary movies. The relaxation of us head downstairs to Jake 's household studio. I shed my tee on the way down, and Sheila regard me on my 'tite'bod. I give a spooky grin and head for the obvious chair. Showing the drawing to Jake, he replied with"Oh ya -- -that 's Henry Sweet. This will be well-situated, about 30 minutes ”.

It was pretty quite as Jake went to work, digging the acerate leaf into the brawniness of my back right articulatio humeri. He asked about the drawing, so once again I went through the story. Jumping up to re-fill our drinks, Sheila commented on the 'lump'in my pants. Blushing, and looking down at my justly thigh, I just kinda grinned and softly replied"ya—it 's pretty big ”. Freeballin as usual, and noticing that my jean were a bit tight tonight, I was packing a pretty big lump. Even soft, I hung about 7"Jake just kept working and the room got quite again.

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

A tone of astonishment, for sure as shooting, came across my face. I just looked at Jake, and replied"huh ?"“ Ya Matt -- -fuck my wife. She digs Lester Willis Young jock peter, and it 's totally cool off with me. We wo n't recount either, lol"I respond nervously with,"well, fuck ya"!

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

Sheila quickly jumps on the bed, and sheds her clothes, while Jake and Kirk take away a seat each on the slope of the bed. I shrug my articulatio humeri, and cast off my knickers, and kick them to the foot of the bed."Oh my gawd honey -- -he 's so hairy ! And depend at that cute tite goat"! I just flash a grin, and cower up between Sheila 's second joint 's from the infantry of the bed. Spreading her slightly, I dive straight in, burying my grimace into her bushy pussy, and stick my spit right into her cunt. Sheila let 's out a thin exclamation, and spreading her to a greater extent surface with my hired man, run my tongue even deeper into her wet snatch. I did n't usually expend a lot of clock time nibbling on the clit like a lot of cat do, I wanted that snatch juice all over my face !

Eating her out for about 15 minutes, while Kirk and Jake begin jacking their dicks watching, I decided it was time to slip her the core. Sitting back on all fours, I grab my dick and ball, and guide my now rock hard dick into her lips. As her optic widen, and she inhales, I drive my thick jock meat all the way in. Sheila grabs me around the small of my vertebral column, and I start a slow up driving force, in and out of her tunnel, getting her all moist and wet. A few minutes of tedious mo, and sucking on her bosom, suddenly, she pushes my human face back with both helping hand, and loudly proclaims,"fuck me Matthew—fuck me and mean it"

fountainhead, that 's all I needed. Sitting back on my haunches, I grab Sheila by her thighs, and swing them up and over my berm. Maintaining a crocked grip, I slam it to her with a moderate trust, and go to town. cursorily jabbing her cunt with my heavyset pulsating cock, I start sweating, dripping down my os frontale and pits. It was hot in the room, but I liked it. Jake and Kirk had now totally removed their bloomers, and each wide-spread, where whacking away at their shaft like a duo of pent up prisoner. I continued ramming Sheila like a horned up dog myself, and clenching my eyes and tooth, I finally pull out. From her screaming and gyrating around, and the wetness of my pubic bone, I assumed she had cum. I grab my dick at the root word, and aim mighty for her sass. BAMM !

tierce agile shots right to her case. Then 5 more right between the tits, then trailing down to her bay window. 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 seize my jeans.

We quickly frock, and I go round up Dustin. I knew he would be getting sleepy, and we were just shy of an hr getting back home. We get back, and I thank Kirk for an awesome nighttime, and put Dustin to bed. Down to my room, I fish out another beer from the mini-fridge, and light up a joint. Been wanting that all day. Putting on some erotica, I grab hold of my still wet dick and go at it. One Thomas More nut before crashing out .