Staring him down, I then utter in a low raspy voice, “suck me”. Doing the annual ‘measure up’, on my 17th birthday, I was still right at 6′. Staring him down, I then utter in a low raspy voice, “suck me”. 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”. My big mushroom head seemed also to be flaring out more, and constantly oozing fuck juice. But after the next couple of hours, he wouldn’t be. Finally I come up off my lil bro. I was already fantasizing how my huge load would look splashed all over his face. Completely exhausted now, Dustin does as told, with no resistance, and sucks my junk from the finger. His hair was pulled down over his forehead, just to his eyes—and that big white smile. He starts shaking, and I slam him again, and yelling now “You got me lil shit”? There wasn’t much in the way of emotion here—just raw lust. New Jock Tales—Sophomore Year—Pt 5–Youth Gone
