One Lucky White Boi---Chapter 5---The fight creak step step step==about 22 more times creep light piss stumps toe movement in bed. I just lay there a couple of minutes---letting him get settled, and catch his breath. “Where you been”? It was a legit question----it was 4:00 AM “Out” “Duh dip shit---where you been”? “Out Matthew—lemme alone—go to sleep” I wet my middle finger, and stick it up lil bro's hole. Yep—full of spunk. “One more time—where the fuck have you been”? “Your not my fuckin daddy Matthew, I'm 25 years old—ain't ur lil bro no more” “Get out of my bed… 続きを読む

Ricky and Marky stayed with use for just a couple of months. Mostly, to get Ricky healed up. Remarkedly nothing was broken, but Mrs. Stanton wanted to keep a close watch on his eye. We finally got them settled in with one of their cousins that was around their ages, still single. In an epic turn of events, about mid week after the booking into county, I was released from jail, and all the charges dropped. Cheif Kelso offered no explanation to me, other than 'just shut up and go home' “Oh---there was one thing Matthew” “Ya”? “Who is this fucking 'king'” ?? “What ??? You mean the King was here… 続きを読む

One Lucky White Boi—Chapter 2 Dustin and me quickly toweled off, and got dressed, which meant jeans and tees, just still barefooted. We had decided some months ago that it was no longer 'proper' for such fine studly yung men to sit around half n a k e d in the house in front of their mother, lol. It wasn't unusual on a Friday night down at the diner, which was fish night, to hear some co-ed say something like 'either of the Dillon b r o t h e r s would be the 'catch of the day'. So anyways—we climb the stairs into the kitchen, where mom is pouring coffee, and I reach for a box of Cheerios.… 続きを読む

Ok, so the last few chapters it seems I got some flack--IE bad reviews, so I decided to edit them some and re-post. Hope they are better now, but I do appreciate the feedback. BAMM Crack POP sizzle sizzle Lil bro jumped from the bed like a cobra striking it's prey. Pacing back and forth, breaking out in a cold sweat, at least now it only took him a few minutes to calm down, much unlike years ago when he was still a little shit where it would sometimes take hours. He never grew out of the fear of storms. Mostly the thunder—it just rattled him to the core. I rolled over in the bed, and bare… 続きを読む

Jock Tales---Senior Year---Final Game—and The Price of Success OK—so the last two chapters of the Jock Tales series won't have much porn to them—just a couple of mentions of stuff. If you have been following the series story line, as much as the porn parts, then these last two chapters simply tie up the series, and bring it to it's conclusion. Thank you to all the fans, and comments, and if you wish to continue, then join me for the next series—The Skatepark Adventures. The next four games after homecoming went better than expected. With the ever increasing momentum from the team, the schoo… 続きを読む

Jock Tales—Senior Year—Homecoming Well, it was bound to happen, sooner or later. And now was pretty much as later as it could get, being Senior year. I had managed to dodge it for the past three years. But, somehow this year, it had gone faster than I realized, being so busy with other shit, mainly working my teammates to the bone, giving everything we had, to ensure our 4th championship. As we stood—we were stilled tied with the Tigers, with each having 3 championships. But that 4th title would break that, and we would become the winning-est HS football team in all the state of Texas. But—th… 続きを読む

Jock Tales—Senior Year—Opening Day—Pt 2 It's kickoff time ! “Ladies and Gentlemen---HERE COME YOUR MUSTANGS” !! Charlie, our Mustang horse led the charge. Busting through the banner—it was the biggest the art department had ever made—spanning almost the entire field from left to right. With his rider carrying a 9x7 foot American flag, and 100 volunteers flanking them on each side, each with a Texas state flag. The cannons fired in perfect sync-one—two—three--four. Me, leading the team, fire out like rockets, in four rows. Carrying our helmets, rather than wearing them, we all hold them high… 続きを読む

Jock Tales—Senior Year—Opening Day Well, the fanfare was like it had never been. Each year since my Freshman year, it had gotten bigger and bigger. But today, it was like twice as big as last year. The excitement was simple—it was my Senior year, and therefore the beginning of my last year here at East Tyler High. And the top question on everyone's mind--'can he do it a forth year straight'? It had never been done ! I had already been interviewed three times this week by every news station in town. They asked me about everything you could think of—plans for college—what am I doing this summe… 続きを読む

Jock Tales—Senior Year—Week One—Pt 3 “May I have your attention please—all members of the football teams please report to the filed house immediately after the last bell. This includes varsity and freshman. Also, any football player that wishes to get a mohawk before Friday's game, report to cosmetology during any period today or tomorrow”. The mohawk had become quite popular among football players since my run in with the school board back in my freshman year. They had decided to not change the rules, to include the mohawk as 'non acceptable'. It was 'off the collar, and above the ears', so… 続きを読む

Braxton clamped is whole throat around my thick pulsating cock—NOT this bois first dick, for sure. I threw my head back into my pillow, and clasping my hands back behind my head, let out a low throaty groan. Oh fuck me ! Damm this boi could suck a dick. Kelso and Patroni each, in sync, let out their own respective 'woooaahh', and jumped up at the foot of the bed, flanking me and Braxton, and immediately took their own cocks into their fists. Braxton went to town, up and down, along my entire 10” of massive jock meat, swirling his tongue around my piss slit at the same time, coaxing the fuc… 続きを読む

Jock Tales—Senior Year—Week One—Part One “Matthew Dillon—please come by the office at the end of the period” Got a couple of grins and smirks from classmates, but I thought—shit--I ain't done anything, at least not yet ! Couldn't be too bad. After class, as I walked the hallways towards the office, same thing—lots of smiles from people. LOL, I guess it comes with the territory, now prolly being the most popular dude at school. With three state championships now, it was on everybody's mind—can he do it a 4th time ?? I entered the office, and one of the helpers handed me a note. Ok—not ba… 続きを読む

Jock Tales—Senior Year, On the Road With Dad—Route 66 We finally arrived at Phoenix. Dropped the load, then headed North to Flagstaff to pick up the next load to head back east on the famous Route 66. I had begged dad to take the two lane road, mostly for the bragging rights to say I had been on it. It had been one of my favorite landmarks since my idol, James Dean was killed on it when he ran into the back of a truck in his corvette, back in the 60's. We pulled in to a pretty big truck stop just east of town to grab some grub, and fuel up. Nothing exciting happened there, other than the awe… 続きを読む

Jock Tales—Senior Year—On the Road With Dad—El Paso Ok first—if you read my last chapter, Spring Break, you may have noticed a time period conflict. Ya—it's Jr Year, and then I stated I had been out of school for two years, lol. So—just ignore the first paragraph. So—it's summer now, school was finally out. One more year to go. There really wasn't a whole lot of stuff going on after spring break. Mostly ACT tests and shit like that. I snuck over to moms a few times late night to fuck the baby sitter. Dustin still went to bed pretty early, so Mindy and me had plenty of time for a romp on the… 続きを読む

Spring Break---On the Road With Dad---Pit Stop It was Spring Break my Jr year. I had moved in with dad back after Thanksgiving. At 19 now, I had been out of HS for two years. Lots of running, swimming, and weights were still the daily routine, keeping the bod looking hot. At 6', and 160 lbs, still slim, and sporting that awesome 8-pac of abs, it looked hot as fuck just above that big bulge, where I was packing 10” of thick jock meat. Dad commented that he had a short run this week, so I asked if I could go with him. With a smile, he responded, of course, sure—why not. We would only be goin… 続きを読む

Jock Tales—Jr YR—Christmas Eve After Thanksgiving went kinda slow, not much happening—at least not much in the getting my dick sucked category. I sneaked over to moms house a week later, and put the lights up on the house, then went and got a tree and dragged it inside. I went back Christmas Eve, and playing Santa Clause, after Jennie called to report Dustin had finally gone to bed. I got him the most awesome BMX mountain bike, all aluminum—he became the envy of the whole neighbor hood. It was already well past midnight, so Jennie asked me to hang around a while, and have some egg-nog, :… 続きを読む

Jock Tales--Happy Fucking Thanksgiving Well, as the title indicates—it's Thanksgiving day. I loved this day—it was one of the few times I 'let myself go', and just ate what I wanted. The Diamond Dawgs had all assembled at the house to help out with the move. After meeting over at dad's new apartment last week, Kelso and Petroni, and Jackson, had a long talk with dad, and filled him in on pretty much everything that had been going on. The fighting, drinking, the dope, jail, hustling, the trips to Austin fucking Parker, the bad attitude, and the ever increasing occurrence of me checkin out my l… 続きを読む

Jock Tales—Jr Year --Final Game Pt 2 The day had gone slowly, and mostly uneventful. We had gone another season now, undefeated. If we finished out the night with a win, we will tie the Tigers three year winning streak. I entered the locker room kinda somber, and head for the cage. I needed to get pumped up for the game, and get my 'game face' on. After an hour or so of lifting, I head for the showers. Didn't know why—just wanted to feel the strong jets of the water on my back. But—no soap :) I head for my locker, dick waggin between my thighs with towel over my shoulder. Still loved show… 続きを読む

Jock Tales—Jr Year—Final Game Pt 1 “So Matthew—who's gonna be the lucky girl”? “HUH”? “So who's going to get to wear your ring”? “You mean my class ring”? Holding up the back of my hand. “Ya—tell us” “Well, girls, IF I was going to give my ring away, I wouldn't announce it to the public before I gave it to her. But to answer you—nobody. This is my ring—ain't giving it away to some girl to go prancin around school showin it off. Putting tha thought in peoples head that she 'bagged' Matthew Dillon. Same goes for the jacket. This is me—my accomplishments—my awards. Not a flag for someone else to… 続きを読む

Jock Tales---Jr Year—Opening Day Opening day had finally arrived. Thought it would never get here. First up, of course, were the Tigers. For the first time, we were actually favored for the win. Couple of the guys in my inner circle, the Diamond Dawgs, were already teasing me saying stuff like 'I get to play with my boyfriend'. I kept telling them he wasn't my boyfriend—just a piece of ass. They would just laugh, or snicker, and say something like 'ya right'. Kelso had held true on his promise that they weren't letting me out of their site—literally. For three weeks now, every night would… 続きを読む

Jock Tales—JR year PT 2—The Diamond Dawgs OK—so, if you been following my stories from the beginning, then you have seen me mention from time to time “The Diamond Dawgs'. It was a major part of my life throughout football. In part two here, you finally get to learn how that came about. It was now Friday morning. Most of the guys were up by the time I roused. Sitting around the kitchen table, drinking coffee—lil bro Dustin right in the middle. I guess he was just worried about his big bro. The guys were mostly mumbling, and whispering, I guess being quite so as to not wake mom. Oddly for me,… 続きを読む