New Jock Tales -- -Freshman yr -- Chapter 6 -- -The Aftermath

I head back to the shower bath after Charles Christopher Parker leaves, and suds up pretty promptly. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the prescribed party will be down at the diner, and mom said they would have extra help for the expected crew. By the clip I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the field to get my lil bro.

He and his three mgr pal, along with some early volunteers were busy in the stands picking up the folderol left behind. I gave them a aloud pennywhistle, and said to make out on, we would finish up later. As we all walk out towards the parking lot, it just then occurred to me—I had n't arranged a ride to the diner. FUCK. Glancing around the lot I can see only one intimate face -- -Parker. fuck. I blow a loud tin whistle at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a ride"? Parker grins, and looks at his parents, to which they nod commendation, and me and Dustin hop in their mini-van. I instruct them the easy itinerary to the diner, and ask for them to come in as well—it would be on me. In the pursuit of sportsmanship, they agree to come in for some eats.

But as we entered the diner, it seemed that sportsmanship was checked at the threshold. The brawl that was going on inside was beyond belief. Every jock in the place was engaged in all out war. No longer wearing the protective power train of the uniform, there was more b l o o d flying around than had been at the game. Charlie Parker and me just look at each former. Mom and the early waitresses were huddled in a corner—I guessed that no one had even called the cops.

Putting my two start finger's breadth to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made detent howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Parker. I cough a duo of prison term, and clear my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Parker to engage a butt in one of the few left standing tables, I announce,"Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam -- -against the wall ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Charlie Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and pedigree up against the long rampart of the dining car.

Continuing, I then speak in still a flashy voice,"Mustangs, center of the room ”. The team moves into a powwow as ordered."After my mom figures up the harm here—it will be paid for from the athletic fund. I do n't require to hear the first complaint, for the balance of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war pigment, or tape, or anything else. Am I clear"? A gimcrack resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the diner."These b o y s are our guest. We challenged them -- -we invited them to President Tyler -- -we invited them to number play football game -- -we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to know one thing -- -who threw the first punch"? There was a few import of vacillation before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Reeves -- -tite end. The thoughts were already processing. We were going to find out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front of the huddle, head down, hands in pockets."Mustangs -- -grab some brooms. cleanse this place up. When your done, I want Tigers to take a seat, then you will wait on them. You will charter their monastic order, serve the drinks, cook the solid food, and serve it. You wan na keep those jerseys -- then ur gon na work for them ”. There were a few moans and groans, but I just stared them down. They knew I was serious."Reeves—your with me"I grabbed Parker by the shirt sleeve, and motioned for him and Reeves to keep abreast me down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, past the rest suite, and into the reposition elbow room at the back. entry and closing the threshold, then locking it, I ordered Reef to bring off his jersey."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a moment, then replied"yes sir"“ On your stifle ”. Reeves did as ordered, and dropped to his genu."Now apologize to Parker for starting the engagement"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an account -- -I said apologize ”. Reef, hanging his mind still, muttered softly"I 'm sorry Parker—I threw the first punch -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Parker gave a nod of approval, but I was n't satisfied. I look at Parker in the eye, and just said"wrench it out, dude ”. Charlie Parker looks at me like he 's confused and replies with"huh"?"Pull it out dude -- -get ur dick out"He gives me a shrug of the shoulders, and a smirk, and pops the release at the top of his dungaree. Unzipping and hauling out his junk, I smile as I see he 's free-ballin, just like me. Not quite as big as me, or bushy, it was still a very nice software package. I grab Reeves by the hair, and push his face in towards Parker 's junk."Now apologize like you mean it"reeve glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered"huh"?"suck the mans dick, punk"Reeves hesitates, but I tighten my grip on his hairsbreadth and remind him"You want that jersey back"?"Yes sir"was all he said."Then I suggest you start sucking cock—or tonight will be the utmost time you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and take hold of Bird Parker 's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his mouth, he engulfs Dorothy Rothschild Parker 's jock inwardness about half way down.

Starting a smooth apparent motion up and down, Parker throws his nous back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's header further down on Dorothy Rothschild Parker now fully hard cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Reeves swallows down hard, choking down on Charles Christopher Parker 's blockheaded meat. I grin to myself thinking—not his first dick. I let go of his pilus, and invite Dorothy Parker to require ascendence of Reef chief. Dorothy Parker grabs him with both mitt, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each dip down his throat made Rand buck and competitiveness back, but Charlie Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the globe with each thrust. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a small pool in my palm, I walk around Dorothy Parker, and slide my middle finger up his tite hairy jock gob. Dorothy Rothschild Parker lets out a deeper moan. I knew what I was doin—any man gon na get harder when something enters his gob. I gave him a couple of quick hard poke, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Parker spreads a wide shit-eatin smile, and just says"oh fuck ya ”.

I order Reeves to turn around, and grab the floor with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the Lapp finger and plunge it into Rand tite jock hole. He lets out a trashy groan -- -prolly his foremost metre. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry jock ass. Pouring a bit More of the oil down Rand smooth athletic supporter crack, I then grab Dorothy Parker rooster, and contribute it a tite squeeze, and a couple of jerks. I look at him with a devilish grinning, and just say"shoot it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Yardbird Parker grabs Reeves by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l dip, mosh Reeves yap all the way to his pubic bone. Reeves lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silencing his yell. Dorothy Rothschild Parker wasted no time in going to Ithiel Town on reef tite Virgo hole. Rand was whimpering like a baby. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his hair, and with a tite traction, jerk his pass up, and f o r c e my fingers from the other hand into his mouth."assailable"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his mouth across-the-board, and I insert my own, now rock laborious jockstrap cock into his mouth. Gripping his hair's-breadth even tighter now, like Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my pubs. Tears start pouring from Rand eyes as he chokes up on my thick 8"jockstrap cock, already ozzing nooky succus down his throat, and my mineral vein popping like they were about to bust. Yardbird Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each slam made a slapping interference as it hit reef ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a distich of seconds, just to make him twist, then plunging down past his palatine tonsil.

After about 15 minutes of this intervention, I look over at Bird Parker and asked was he getting close. He nods yes, panting like a d o g. I give Reeves a few more trench thrusting down his throat, then feeling at Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly startle blowing our lashings across Reeves back, and the backrest of his head. In fact, we shot so concentrated that both of us shot each former at our venter on the beginning few nip of fatheaded jock R-2. We covered Witwatersrand back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped Reeves in the brass, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his pants up, I reach for, and throw his New Jersey back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reeves asks, existent sheepish like. I reply in a hindquarters vocalism,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the NJ on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next order. I simply order him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the room, and back into the diner.

Charles Christopher Parker just looks at me like he did n't believe what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what"? Charlie Parker replies with"it 's kinda sang-froid when ur the one dishin it out"

"Now ur learnin -- -- see ya in three week"

Finally back at the house—it had been a really long day. Although I had just pumped a goodish loading down Reeves throat, I was still almost one-half hard from so lots excitement.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jeans, and quickly took my thick jock gist into my fist. After just a few stroke, something made me wrench my question around, looking over my shoulder.

There sat my lil bro, Dustin, three measure down from the top of the staircase.

"Well—you gon na sit there and watch, or do do me"?