I took a glance across the room at the other guys, and grinning, just said ‘silver gloves’. This, of course, got me just the reaction I wanted. So it came to be on this day, that the team ass-hole, Johnny Bradly, decided he had to make a comment about my big dick. Assuming he was done, he started to stand, but I grabbed his hair again, and just said “uh-uh punk—you gotta take care of my assistant now”. My shoes had gotten kinda tight as my feet were growing like I was feeding them fertilizer—already at a sz 11, I truly had some big feet, and dick 🙂 I shucked them, and my socks off, and tying the laces together, slung them over my shoulder—a jock thing 🙂 Walking across the soft grass of the field to the field house, barefooted, and into the locker room, I wasted no time stripping down and heading for the showers. Probably mostly Italians at that time period, It served as a transition league from tykes, or pewee, to the up-coming high school. Pussy was easy—I got my first piece last year. Again, I grab him by the hair, and at this point Im about half hard, and running my left hand into his mouth, I say to him in a deep growling voice, ‘suck me’.
