Jock Tales---The Beginning, Pt 2 It was now Thursday of week one of pre-season training. Coach asked me how it was going, to which I told him I think it's good. It's a slow process at first, but by the third week, it will pick up really fast. “They just think Im wearin them out now coach---just wait till week three” I said to him with a big grin. “Just be sure your working yourself, Matthew, as well as your teammates. No good to have a winning team if the quarter-back turns out the weakest link”. “No problem coach—Im on it”. As I made my way to the field house, and the locker room, I zoned… 続きを読む

Jock Tales---The Beginning “Aight---aight----everybody gather round. Come on---move in tite. You cant play football and be afraid to touch somebody. Gentlemen, welcome to Freshman football. Look around---you have 47 new brothers, and today, is the first day----of the rest of your life”. Jr High is over, and you are no longer little k I d s. You are now official representatives of East Tyler High School. You will conduct yourself accordingly at all times, in and out of uniform, in or out of school, 24/7 for as long as you are a member of this team. You have no right to be here---I don't care… 続きを読む

Jock Tales---The Tournament “Maaaathuuuu” crash---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 middle of his room, with his arms over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle. “Aggggg Mathew “ ! “Jesus Dustin---what is it “? “Im scared Matthew” “Oh fuck dude, you mean the storm “? BAMM rumble rumble “Ahhhh yes, Matthew the storm---Im scared” Oh fuck, I mumble to myself. It was a pretty drastic storm---even for… 続きを読む

Me and Mr. Jones “Hey great game guys—gotta jet” “What's up Dillon—gotta hot date”? “Ya, I think so” “No shower ? Hope she likes funk” ! “ya, me too” I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the shower house. We had a good game that night, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at night, it's was pretty fuckin hot in East Texas—about 80. I was sweatin like a pig, and damm near smelled like one. I hopped in the GTO with Mark Mattox. Catching me right after the game he said he had a 'client' set up for me that liked young hot sweaty jocks. He said this would be an easy gig… 続きを読む

Jock Tales Me and Mrs. Jones--- Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones---we got a thing---goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs. Clark. She lived over on the west side, in a semi uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would like to come with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few bucks, and of course we could swim a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded great. We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to work. Mrs. Clark wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so after we were finished with the work we started doing some laps in the pool. And then just gener… 続きを読む

Jock Tales---Benji Mattox Gotta Older Bro “Yo Benji—what's up ?” “Ahh nuttin man, just chillin” “Say—let's go down to the diner” “Ya—How we getting there ?” “See if ur big bro will take us—give us a ride in that sweet GTO” “Ahh, I dunno man, he's kinda a big shot now since he got that car” “Just ask him dude—I'll buy, anything he wants” “He said anything?” “YA dude, whatever he wants” “Steak ?” “Fuck, ya if it takes a steak, I guess so” “Aight then we will be there in 15 to scoop you up---ur lil bro too ?” “Ya Ill have to bring him” “Ok then see ya” Benji Mattox older bro was Mark; he was 17… 続きを読む

Baseball, apple pie, Chevrolet and---------------Dad “Matthew Dillon---Mary Stevens, Action News 5 “ “Hey Mary” “Matt, we all saw the game, and congrats on the 7-4 win over the Indians”. “Thanks Miss Stevens” “But Matt, I think asides from the game, everyone wants to know is what was up between you and the bat boy?” I shoot a big grin and respond with “Well, Mary, I noticed that Ricky was coming out of the dugout without a batting helmet on. “I see—yes that's very good thinking on that” “Ya, thanx Miss Mary---and at the moment, I didn't care if anyone understood what was going on, or how l… 続きを読む

Jock Tales---PONY PARTY “Jesus Fuckin Christ Dillon---where you learn to fight like that ?” “LOL, my dad. He started teachin me shit when I was 12. I used to get bullied a lot, but dad said naa—we ain't havin that shit. Then I started boxing last year---won my first match, got my silver gloves” As I pointed above my bed at my prized possession, I went over to the mini fridge to fish out some beers. Four of the guys plus Ricky, the bat b o y had showed up from the invite earlier that day. Couple of the guys had argued that the bat b o y wasn't part of the team, that he was just a little k I d… 続きを読む

Jock Tales-----Pony League I guess I was just a born jock—I considered myself lucky. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not real big, mind you, only about 5'8” at 14. But, I already had hair on my legs, and up in the crack of my ass. Had a pretty nice 'bush' in my pits, and was hanging 7 1/2” of dick. To most of the other bois on the baseball team, I guess I was intimidating. Living in East Texas made it pretty easy to maintain a tan, and when it enveloped blonde hair, and blue eyes, well, lets just say I was a devil in disguise :). I had one of those 'surfer bo… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler--- Epilog That evening everyone gathered at the diner. Half the football team was there, and most of my yard customers as well. I didn't quite get what the big deal was—prolly mom just overannouncing her 'babies' were coming home. Since I had left and gone further into east Texas, between the hustling, the porn, and the high dollar 'arrangements' Mr. Johnny made for me, I had managed to save over $100,000 . Lot of fucking money in the mid seventies. I didn't tell anyone this exact amount, except Dustin. I paid off the house for mom, for which she was ecstatic. As if that… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Requiem for a Welterweight Sunday morning had finally arrived. It was time. I sat at the coffee table sipping on coffee, and thumbing through the hundreds of pics from the last four years. Tommy, Kyle, Rick, Hunter, and now Joey, and the twins—Cole and Cody, and of course me and lil bro, Dustin. Lots of fine young meat, I added one day over 6.5 ft of dick ! With an average daily spillage of over 24 oz of the finest young jock jizz money could buy. But more so—some fine young men, with lots of heart, and love. Between us all there were 4 sets of Silver Gloves, from boxing;… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---All Good Things---Pt 2---conclusion “Yo lil bro----what the fuck you so happy about”? Dustin was dancing around the kitchen slinging eggs and bacon, and minding biscuits in the oven like a pro, Pouring batter into an iron skillet for pancakes. “You know if you keep this up we're all gonna gain 50 lbs—and say bye bye to all these abs. As I reached for the coffee, Hunter strolled into the kitchen as well, in his loose boxers, and while pausing behind me for the coffee, offered his own good morning--”what the fuck Dustin—all this fuckin noise”? “Not really all that hap… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Toy Soldiers, Pt 2 As I casually walked into the bookstore, I explained to Kurt, the cashier, that we were going to be filming. I explained it might get loud, and he said kewl. As I walked through the black curtains, to the back, I see that Dustin and Hunter are there, still leaning in their favorite corners. About three others were in the back, but no one seemed interested in anyone else there, unless Hunter or Dustin had already talked them up and quoted too high. It was about 15 more minutes before Jerome and Kenny showed. As they appeared from behind the curtain,… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler----Toy Soldiers PT 1 It was a hot Saturday morning in Texas, late September. Only three of us now left at the house; myself, My lil bro Dustin, and Hunter. Hunter had been promised a job at the lake, so he too would be gone in a few weeks. Dustin had already asked me could we go home. So---life on the streets was coming to a close. We jumped out and started skating towards the parking lot a block from the motel. As we approach the area, we see a young dude also on a skateboard, looks like he's being bullied. As we get closer, I see that it is Joey—our young little friend… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---All Good Things—PT 1 If you are a big Star trek freak, like me, and especially Voyager, You should remember in the 7th season of the 5 Borg c***dren Voyager rescued from a disabled Borg Cube. Among them were the twins---Azan and Rebi—played by the real world Wetherill twins, Cody and Kurt, whom by the way were hot as fuck. It was them that I selected one of our twins names for my stories. (Yes all the stories are based at least 'loosely' on real events—with of course all the names and actual locations changed, to protect the innocent. (IF you want to call anyone in my sto… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler----In the Blue Corner The lines were pretty long—it was morning weigh in. Fortunately, for the Silver Gloves, you can weigh twice. Joey had been hanging right on the line, so I was kinda worried. “Gallager—South Coral Jr Hgh---125 and ¼. Sorry k I d, your gonna be 4 ounces over. Unless you can drop it by noon, you'll have to step up to Featherweight.” Joey stepped off the scale and just looked at me. As if that weren't bad enough, we noticed in the other line was the punk from school that was beating him up all the time. He weighed in at Batamweight---and although Joey… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Caught in the Act—PT 1 School zones were such a bitch. Ten miles an hour for what seems like an eternity. “Yo Matt—isn't that the dude from Jerry's that night we were all down there ? Hunter seemed excited with all the fresh young meat on display. “You mean the one getting his ass kicked”? “Ya, that's him”. “Yo jump out dawg, and grab him---and Hunter, don't hit none of those k I d s, they're minors”. Hunter jumped from the jeep and pulled off the bully from joey. A few bully buds standing around as 'shields' started to come after him, but one stance and a hard cold sta… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Caught in the Act—PT 2 As we all just froze, and stared at Joey in the doorway, finally I managed to open my mouth. “Joey----how long you been there lil dawg”? Joey flashed a big grin and replied “just long enough to see homie there suckin up jizz off the floor and droppin it in dudes mouth. That's some sick shit yo” Sill nervous from our session being seen by someone u******e, I responded with “well, you should not have seen that.” Joey came back with another big grin, “Ya, well maybe the next time you dudes decide to have a Roman orgy, ya'll close the fuckin front doo… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Thick Black Cock The orgy from the morning had been pretty epic—at least for my lil bro Dustin. I had never seen so much cum splashed on one dude. Literally from his head to his toes, lol. The twins had taken an instant liking to Dustin, which was awesome, cause like me he had a major fetish for twins. About half of us were finishing up some basic breakfast. Being Saturday, it was time to 'get to work'---enough had been wasted already on each other, and it was time ti hit the streets and terrorize the neighborhood. We grabbed out skateboards and headed down to the hango… 続きを読む

Tales of a Hustler---Saturday Morning Gang Bang As I stood leaning into the door jamb, coffee in the right, cig in the left, Cole walked by and softly muttered “damm”. I turned my head and grinned “Aint that the most beautiful sight you ever seen”? Dustin had squirmed around so much in the bed that he had totally thrown the sheets off him—now flat on his belly, legs slightly spread, and that hairy ass on display for God and all the world. Two perfect mounds, rock hard muscle. No flab on this boi. Cole went on to the kitchen and poured some coffee, the re-joined me at the door to my room. “Je… 続きを読む