I blast out of the garage like it was a tunnel—fantasizing to myself of getting the ‘holeshot up the middle’ That’s motocross talk. It was actually still there. The girl quickly pulled off me, and spun back around on her knees again. More than Christmas. Today, was my birthday—drivers license ! With a bit of resistance, he gradually gets to his knees, but still just staring at me. I immediately grab my dick and start a slow stroke, while Kirk comments on my hairy legs, and ass. Looks like you likes to get muddy”
I flash a big grin, and explain to Kirk it was my birthday, so I was kinda just celebrating a bit. “Wow Matthew, that’s an amazing story”. I jumped up out of bed, dick swaggin half way to my knee. I grab a fist full of his hair, and then commanded in a low throaty voice, “suck me punk—or loose your chance”. Straight down the street a few blocks to the abandoned golf corse, then across it to the field behind. But since the falling out with Mark Mattox back before school started, I hadn’t done as well at getting ‘hook ups’, selling my big jock dick to pleasure middle age women, and sometimes men. Kirk, still a bit nervous, asks what I would charge him for the yard,
