JOCK TALES—YOUTH GONE WILD

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JOCK TALES—YOUTH GONE WILDJock Tales—Youth Gone WildSummer had finally arrived. Not a moment too soon—I was going nuts. I finished up my Sophomore year, mostly uneventful. Although we did win the state championship, mostly cause of me, it went unrecognized, like someone else had done it. Senior—seniors-seniors. Like the rest of the team wasn’t even there. It was fucking with my head, and began more and more diving into the world of male prostitution and d**gs, and less mowing yards, and football. I still worked out a lot—had to keep those abs while I still could, and I was gradually thickening up the chest, and broadening the shoulders. I had now one of the biggest ‘V’s” around, still just 28” in the waist, but 38” chest now. Most everything else was still pretty close to the same. Doing the annual ‘measure up’, on my 17th birthday, I was still right at 6′. A bit more muscles though, I now weighed in at 155. I worked the abs super hard—wanted to keep that 8 pac, and they were now nearly 1/4” deep. Fuck—I looked like an alligator, lol. Dick was still at 9” on a full boner, but a bit thicker and more veiny. My big mushroom head seemed also to be flaring out more, and constantly oozing fuck juice. Started getting a ‘hairline’ across my upper lip. Sexy as fuck, I thought. Beard was coming out as well, But I kept it trimmed down to that ‘fine line’ trim like the Mexican bois started, maybe a ¼ inch wide. Didn’t care for the bushy Grissly Adams look at all. Overall, I had more of that bad boi looked that turned me on. Time to get some more ink. Dustin had developed into quit a handful on his on—mostly attitude. I guessed that pre-puberty was setting in, and he just didn’t understand that, or how to control himself.It was a rare event that dad came home one day about mid May. Sitting around the dinner table (how many months had it been) something in the conversation led Dustin to let out a ‘fuck it’. Mom liked to have passed out. Dad jumped straight up from the table, exclaiming “what did you say”? Dustin repeated himself, “I said fuck it—why”? Dad proclaimed that it was time for an ass beating, to which Dustin relied “what the fuck dad, Matthew says fuck it all the time. Him and his bois down in his room. And by the way—what the fuck is a cunt”? Mom now jumps fro the table, and heads for the bedroom. “Take care of your son please John, and educate him”. Dustin continues, I guess bahis siteleri seeing how he’s pushing everyone’s ‘buttons’. “And Matthew always talking about jackin-off. What the fuck is that”? Dad still standing, yanks the belt. I went into terror mode—Dustin was still way too little for that bullet belt dad wore all the time. I had flashbacks of my own days of whelts raising up on my back—b l e e d I n g. I grab dad by the arm, and beg “dad—dad–chill. Your too worked up dad—lemme handle Dustin”. It took a few moments for dad to calm down, but I guess he decided it was best not to start hitting on lil bro the way he had done me at that age (he’s 12 now). I was quit a bit older now, and bigger, and would not have been afraid to go one on one with the ole man to protect my lil bro. I didn’t have much to do with him these day’s, but fuck I still loved him deep down, and no one was gonna fuck with him—not even dad. Mom finally emerges from the bedroom, and starts getting ready for work. Dad announces he had to get back to the road, to which I just thinks to myself—ya, that’s why your sons are turning into wild lil fucks—no man in their lives to teach and discipline. Dad is the first to leave, and I tell them both I would take care of Dustin. I walked dad out, and put my face into his ear. “Im gonna say this one time dad. The first time I see you grabbin ur dick and looking at my lil bro at the same time—Im gonna k I l l ur ass, right there”. Dad paused at the doorway, just staring me down for a few secs. He went on, I guess deciding whether to believe me, or he was just short on time. Mom quickly followed, and I stood at the window of the living room to watch her drive off. I waited until she rounded the corner, then turned to walk back to the kitchen.Dustin is still sitting at the table, scrapping up the last remnants of gravy from his plate. I walk right up to him, and grabbing him by the throat, yank him up from his chair. I slam him against the wall, and with teeth gritting, and my best low throaty voice, “You try to out me again lil bro, and I will END your punk lil ass”. I yank him towards me, then slam him again into the wall, this time the back of his head hitting it pretty hard. He starts crying, and I slam him again, and yelling now “You got me lil shit”? Dustin manages to let out a yes while still crying, and shaking from fear. I let him go and tell him to clean up the kitchen, canlı bahis siteleri and load the dishwasher. He was plenty old enough now to start learning some shit around the house. I grab a beer from the fridge, and tell him when he gets done to come down to my room. As I get there myself, I lite up a joint, and suck down the whole thing. I was furious with my lil bro, but had to calm down myself before I started with his ‘education’. I figure I might as well go all the way, and teach him everything he needed to know. He was 12 now, and I rather he learn shit early, and correctly, than be made a fool of later from being ignorant to everything. After catching a buzz, it occurred to me that my muscles were pretty tight, and aching just a bit. I had worked out pretty hard the day before, and I guess it caught up to me. I head for the shower, and turn the water pretty hot, and then turn the head to pulse. I just stood there, with my hand on the opposite wall, almost in a dream state as the water blasted my back—full strength. It felt good, and now my big jock dick was hanging exceptionally low—literally ‘half way to my knee’.Dustin appeared in a few minutes, along with a big glass of chocolate milk. He was cute—still that little b o y innocent look. But I could tell he was no longer innocent, and after the next couple of hours, he sure nuff wouldn’t be. I walk out of the shower and towel off. Then across the room to my chest-o-drawers fish out a pr of cut offs. Dustin staring me down the whole time, amazed Im sure, at my hairyness and thick low hanging dick, all the while slowly sucking on his chocolate milk. I began by telling him he gots to clean up his mouth—especially in front of mom. That kinda shit could get him grounded for years. I went on to explain that ‘cunt’ was basically just a harder word for pussy, mostly used by little b o y s trying to act tough in front of their friends. After pussy, I went on with how babies were made, and he just stared in amazement while still, sucking on that chocolate milk. Next came all the different words for a b o y s dick—cock, meat, stick—just a few. Next I went into the different terms b o y s would use for jackin off—beat your meat, stroking one off, pulling one off, beatin off, get some nut, and how every b o y did it, but you just didn’t talk about it. He asked me to show him, cause he didn’t quit get it. I kinda rolled canlı bahis my eyes a bit, and decided it was innocent enough, so I put him on the bed and told him to just do everything I did.Staring with playing with my balls, then rubbing your fingers up and down your shaft. After it starts to ‘fill out’ a bit, then grab your dick with your fist, (fist it), and use your thumb to rub your piss slit. I of course started oozing juice, to which I explained he should get that too, maybe about a year or so. We got into a full on jack session, And I explained that I was getting ‘close’, and to pay attention to what happens next. I went into full convulsion, and blew a nut up to my chest—shooting about 5 ropes of thick jizz. Amazed, Dustin drops his jaw wide open, letting go of his own little dick, not even finishing. I explained he would start getting nut just any day, don’t worry about it. And his juice would be clear for a while, till he gets his ‘bois’, in about a year, and that also he would drop his balls, like a puppy. I scoop up about 3 fingers of my thick jock jizz, and aim for his mouth. He resists at first, but I just command him to eat it. I told him it would grow hair on his ass, and that was the only way to get it, lol. I mean, I had to fuck with him a bit, ya know. Mostly pleased, Dustin heads back up to his room, I assumed to finish up the job, but I left him to his privacy until he came back out about 30 minutes later. He had a slight grin on his face, and in the kitchen now, I just flash him a grin back, and tossell his hair. I said he needed to apologize to mom for his mouth, and we loaded up in the jeep and head down to the diner for some chocolate cake.We get back to the house around 1000 PM, and Dustin heads for bed. Guess he had a long day. About 10:30 there was a knock at the door. “What the fuck” It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new deal for me, if I was interested. I said sure, but this deal had nothing to do with sex. He said I would be running dope from Austin back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $150 a trip, and would be a kilo of dope. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling weed, and should be a breeze. I ponder for a few minutes, then says I would give it a try. Mark said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Saturday, and he would introduce me to the ‘dude’. I had no idea at that moment what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Saturday night, there stood Cole Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as comfortable at slicing your throat as they would be handing you a kilo of dope. I almost shit my pants.

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