New Jock Tales—Sophomore Year -- -Chpt 1

summer had been totally awesome. The secure ever. Having finally gotten the landrover was the in effect part—independently fluid, lol. The yard Book of Job were going big, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about one-half of them, I was bringing in about a one thousand a month. That was just about a years pay for a teenager working piece meter at a grocery computer memory.

I took a 3rd place ribbon at the motocross meet, which was fine. Mostly just a focus comforter, and a luck to get dirty. I also knocked down my initiative golden gloves—again not a major thing in my life, but it was kinda cool to just get in the ring and just thump the shit outta some dude.

Today was the first day of pattern. Varsity at last. I went into the day gleaming with pridefulness, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon fall crashing down, and I was gon na feel like the biggest fool on the planet, and all I wanted to do was disappear.

Practice was nothing like utmost year. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coaches. And neither of them were worry in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ backs just throwing the clump to some 9th graders to fascinate. I mean fuck—no bid, no running, no weights -- -what the screw. I was already measly. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. supposition he would prolly hit it—but with no control of the squad, I could kiss that deal of that swampy head every hebdomad au revoir.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three Seniors. You ca n't be foremost string—let alone a starter ”. The Bible hit my brain like a hummer."These b o y s got a aspiration just as big as you—you got to represent for the team now, and support them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did have ¼ backs before you got here. Now, unless you want to believe another position for a piece for some more game time, your going to have the withdraw the bench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my articulatio genus and initiate suckin dick, huh coach ? Cause looks like that 's all the natural process I 'm gon na get this twelvemonth ”. Someone had just walked into the elbow room, and all I heard was"woooah there cowboy ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the footlocker room. Slamming into my locker doorway made a few point turn. I sat on the bench to adopt off my cleats, and wind cone. Did n't even have any funk going on, not even my pits, causal agent I had n't done a fuckin thing all day. I tore out of my recitation jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the locker room access. Yanking it open, I threw the jersey, and cleats into the flooring. Sitting back, now coming out of my football pant, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise cast off them and my helmet into the floor of my cabinet, did n't even bother to pay heed anything up.

I grabbed my Levis, but before I could get them on, someone barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the attitude ?"It hit too flying, and too gruelling. I lunged towards the player, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his jersey, slammed him into the row of lockers just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his pectus and shoving my jock right in his expression, I just shout out out"does this feel like a b o y to you"?

In consequence about half the players in the room were on me, pulling me off what turned out to be Cameron White—just the starting Senior ¼ back. Cameron jumps up from the floor, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his digit right in my face, comes back with"Do n't make love what ur problem is Dillon, but you better get it in check, boi. Your not the lead here punk— One more stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Jesus Christ fuckin H Christ—what 's all this racket"? Three of the omnibus had blasted into the locker room."It 's nothing coach—we got it under controller. Dillon there just wanted to wrestle around with some of the big dawgs ”."Looks like he found out he ai n't all that badd ”, replied one of them. A few chuckles were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fire. I turned back to my footlocker, and sat again on the workbench, just long enough to tie up my PF broadside, and sling them around my shoulders. I stuffed my tee in my rear air pocket, and proceeded out the locker room, shirtless, and stark foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the autobus hollar"somebody git him—see what the fucking is up his ass ”.

I needed to have intercourse something, And I knew just where to go.

I arrived at 'the spot'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 miles North of town on old RT 5. humble dusty road in the midriff of nowhere. Some of the Old folks in townsfolk referred to it as 'that place where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the first of all time I heard that—how the fuck do they know that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of townsfolk teamster, bikers, and building types. Pretty jolty dudes mostly, lots of muscles and ink, or maybe some married fashion plate from town that could n't get drumhead from their wife. I went straight to the back of the airfield to the motel. It only had about 25 rooms, and this latterly on a Friday night, I would be lucky to still get a room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the landrover off the corner of the building. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my ball cap down over my eyebrows, I stroll into the lobby. Holding my head kinda downwards, I glance up at the salesclerk, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you hold your head down so I do n't see your babe face, or -- -you waltz in here looking like deity gift, with all them abs, hoping Im pansy and I 'll let you get a room in substitution for some of that prick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to make me think your really 19, but you do n't have your ID on ya, after driving out here in the middle of no where without it, and would I be really aplomb and run over to the computer storage and get you a six pack. So cowpuncher -- -which is it"?

I raised my head up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'rightfield in the case, I sheepishly replied,"all that, I guess ”. Jason, looking peeved, fired back at me"you know the kind of worry I could get in for renting you a elbow room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a slight Elvis smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the verity ”. Jason shakes his question back and Forth River, and just mumbled"oh fuck man, I dunno ”.

"flavor dude, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three fights today, my best acquaintance told me I was a tool, It 's the same as anybody else out here—I just wan na empty these Ball down someone 's throat. I been pent up for three days now. I wo n't be any hassle, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my pressure level, finally turns around and yanks a key off the rack. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me square in the eyes,"24, back side—in the dark, all the way down. Get ur nut, then get the fuck outta here. Got me"?"Ya, I got ya dude—and thanx bro. Oh—you need me to take out a scorecard or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the doorway, I stop and turn around, and just stand there."Something else, cowherd"? I grab my dick and deplume it down inside my jean, and flashing a cold-shoulder grinning, just say"the beer"?"Holy Blessed Virgin, Queen of Scots"replied Jason, rolling his eyes. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the position, and heads across the parking lot to the 24 hour store up front on the route."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that elbow room before somebody sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and drive around back to the recess room at the end. It was so dark I had to allow for my headlight on for a minute just to see the door ignition lock and spread the door. Grabbing my gear mechanism bag, upon entering the room I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and principal straight for the shower bath. Turning the body of water to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my back to the spray, I grab the package of motel shampoo and lather up the hawk. Relaxing under the therapeutic major power of the hot water, I just angle my school principal back and close my optic. I only stay in the shower a few min, in malice of how dear it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stall, with dick hanging extremely low now, I grab a towel off the wrack. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and forth across my rachis. Turning around to head for the gear bag again, I stopped dead in my tracks, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the fuck outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the niche of the bed, leaning back on his cubitus, with the six pack resting on his waist. He was a pretty safe looking dude actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to bring in sure you were OK ”. I walk towards him, reaching out for the beer. He hands it to me, and I pull a can off the ring. Popping it surface, I chug down about ¼ of the can."So—is that your 'professional answer"? Jason chuckled a bit, and just said ya, I guess so. I walked right up to him, with my knees touching his legs. Still dripping wet, I took another poke of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a word.

So getting the hint that it was his hazard to get down down that big teenage dick in his face, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low suspension dick. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my shaft hard. I close my centre, and placing my helping hand on top of his head, usher him down to the pubes. After a few minutes, he 's got me shake hard, and the venous blood vessel are starting to pop. I yank my tumefy dick from his oral cavity, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, finish it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and start drying off."Aight dawg—get the fuck out. I got ta get to solve ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock concentrated cock from his mouth, denying his dirty money of my sweet yung juice. I told him I would forebode him when I got done, and he could come back and finish up. He did me a favor, so I was n't going to jet out without returning the same.

As he nodded and headed for the door I hollered at him"hey—ok if I smoke some dope in the room"? Jason rolled his eyes and headspring again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to construct a special jail for me"I took that to think ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my geartrain bag again, fishing out the minuscule bag of dummy I had packed. Rolling up a pencil joint, I quickly sucked down the whole matter. Fishing out some socks, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half hard dick down the right on leg. I brought my Catapiller work rush for the night. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man look, rather than jock, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the residual into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike up the mohawk—damm, it 's about 4"tall now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the front of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a belittled townsfolk in itself. In plus to the motel, there was a pocket-sized 24 hr grocery store store— down the road there was a small lake, where you could encamp. There was also a small-scale grill—kinda like a waffle menage, a tattoo shop class, ( hmmmm make note of that one ), and of line the main attraction—the dirty record store.

I doubted I had much of a chance at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the country like it was, they 're were a few people hanging out nominal head of the edifice. I spied a plastic porch chair near the street corner, away from the primary ingress, and decided that would be my best smudge. Fishing my smokes, and zip from my scoop, I lite up a Camel, and read the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the hot seat back until my berm meet the rampart, and with a twosome of mulct registration achieve just the right residuum for leaning back on the arse two legs.

Taking a gulp of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three dudes, about 25 feet in front of me, just to the position of the row of 18 wheelers parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I supposition. The dudes appeared to be of the structure persuasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon gun barrel that they had started a ardour in. Two of them were wearing tank tops, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had tremendous pit hairsbreadth growth. I figured they were around mid mid-twenties to early 30 or so. Like me, they each had Levi 's on, and body of work boots.

"Hey k I d—you old enough to be drinking that shit"one of them shouts as I take another chug of my Bud."You see me doin it, do n't ya"? They work up a cold-shoulder laughter at each early, and I barely hear one of them say"goon got a bit of position, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda voguish ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the chairperson to the reason, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my rachis to the three dudes, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and degenerate them to my thighs. Turning my headspring back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum slug this smart ass ”.

One of the guy playfully slaps the others chest with the back of his hand, and they start a moderate promenade over towards me. I flip the chair around, and pulling my dungaree back up, but not buttoning up, take a seat backwards in the chair, with my dick and balls hanging out. I take a prompt whiff on my right pit, just to point off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately comments on my junk."damm b o y nice package ”. I give him a big smiling and respond,"Ya—just think after it bones up to all it 's 10"what it 's gon na sense like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the trueness just a bit for the sales pitch ) The guys spirit at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty inebriate, and one replies"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the post, I guess those are your bucket trucks back at the motel. Your either looking for ass, or your looking to get something up ur ass. Im looking to bed some ass, and I got a three day back up in these ballock. So, —do we need to talk, or are we wasting each others time"?

About this meter Jason rounds the recess headed for the fund. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a ignominious whang ”, and goes on into the memory. The three once again start laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a melanise whack"? I look them steely in the eyes, and in my best low growling part reply"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three aureate baseball glove ”. ( again, stretching it just a bit )"Ahhh, bad boi, huh"?"When I need to be—let 's just say I ai n't skeered ”. One of the guy cable fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This fourth dimension, I do the chuckle, and just respond"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a little football. So I 'm used to getting banged around by guy wire braggart than me—and I just keep going back for more. So—you guys wan na come upon a mint, or you just wan na standpoint there and stare, wondering how sweet my juice is"?

The three just coup d'oeil around at each other, until one finally shrugs his shoulders."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage dick. So—how a lot"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling shaft back into my jeans, reach down for my beer, and finish it off. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I start slowly walking across the front of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't record in 15 minutes, I 'll assume you ca n't open it ”. ( how was that for hauteur ? ) I walked around the building, and headed across the parking lot back towards my room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that punk got some position ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my step, that earlier the Guy had so put me down about."roll in the hay them"I thought to myself—I like it.

back at the room I leave the door standing heart-to-heart. Being total darkness, there were n't many bugs to contend with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the nook of the bed, and roll up another marijuana cigarette, taking a twosome of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my gear bag, and spreading my hairy legs pretty wide, I started stroking up at a slow but deliberate pace. It only took moments for the stocky mineral vein of my pecker to swell up up, and my big mushroom psyche to flame out, like a dog. The fuck succus was already flowing, and coating my head, I was ready to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten minute of arc, as the three came strolling in the door. The shoemaker's last shut the door, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin Jesus Christ'. I flash an evil grin, and just respond,"more like Devil bro—now who 's initiative"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 piece of music of ass on ur prick, but we just gitten 1 dick each. Probably the more drunk of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his stomach."Me first cowboy"Im really getting tired of this cowboy bullshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the bottle high-pitched in the air, and wring out a flow right to his hole. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab buster by the waist, and slam it in. He lets out a yelp, exclaiming"damm this punk is thick ”. I rear back and deliver the 2d slam, and then a tierce, and then, I go to town. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a brace of minutes, I was panting like I had run a mile.

The fellow was grabbing at sheets like he had a baseball bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh fuck b o y s, get this lunatic off me ! Get him off ! The other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from beau ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the street corner president. Putting his handwriting to his fount, he just mumbles"damm that tough is a monster ”. The next dude, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me following ”.

With the sec dude assuming the same post, I start the same discussion, grabbing his waistline, and slamming it in gruelling as I could. In just a couple of hits, he too is crying out for me to ease up a bit. Another evil grin, and Im sure nuff now in 'devil mode'. I reach up and take hold of him by the backbone of his hair, and yanking his head back, mumble"shut the fuck up ”, and just sustain piece of ass, like a jackhammer. My junky were slapping hard against his ass nerve. I only noticed then that only one of the dude had any hair on his ass. In a few more minutes of still taking his pounding, the 3rd fellow finally steps up, and basically just pushes the dude aside.

"My turn now ”. Assuming the same spot, on the nook of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his fix, I pause and soak in the beautiful hairy hillock of his ass. He was so impenetrable up in his cleft, that you could barely detect his hole. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't go by up the opportunity, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my fount into the plenteous pungent stink of his unwashed ass. He was ripe as fucking, and with just a few munches of his hairy crack, I drove my tongue as rich as I could into his ripe oily hole. He was funky—I meanspirited daytime worth of Funk ! I sucked on his hole, as I probed it with my tongue. Between the high from the dope, and the malodor of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a proper pecker down. Only about 10-12 jabbing into his catgut, then contestant identification number 3 was ready for me to get out of his ass as well.

I yanked out, and slapped him on his ass, then ordered in a loud throaty voice"on ur knee joint ”. The early two followed retinue, and the three of them lined up at the base of the bed, each stroking their own peter, with mouths outdoors. I thought to myself what a perfect blackmail pic this would be to show to their married woman, or girlfriends. With clapper hanging out, I grab my swollen shaft, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally pull it from my nuts. Still swelling, and my mineral vein popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to mention I had put on a chrome cockring to begin with ), the force per unit area from my cock n Lucille Ball was now reaching it 's eminent end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting mouth, I volleyed.

Slinging my meat from left to right, I popped the first base current of my slurred jock juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left hand, for another. 7 times, blasting my rope from left to right, completely covering their faces in my thick slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my formal, I stand there for a few minute, while they looked at each other in amazement, at the massive floodlight that had drenched each of them. With the insistence now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a strong powerful stream of my steaming hot jock urine, and again from left to right, soaked them down from their headland to their pubes. They were covered now, with all my jock juices. I kinda smirk, as they each began to blow their own loads up their chest 's and paunch, mixing their cum with my piss and jizz. They were a ended mess, lol. But—number three, the hairy filthy one, had yet to blow. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy athlete ass right in his face, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his grimace into my ass go, and licked me up just as I had done him. In just moments, as he drove his natural language into my tite athlete golf hole, he finally busts. Falling back, with his binding into the bed, and his headland tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as goodness as me. Three shots go straight up from his pee dent, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my hairs with his loggerheaded construction jizz. I grin at his powerful plosion, but then five more shots hit me in the small of my cover, and started trailing down my ass and thighs.

Giving the three of them only a few seconds to find, and spitting into the face of the one in the midriff, I then order them to get dressed, pay up, and get the shtup out. One objects with"do n't we get a towel to wipe off"? I just respond with"fuck no—you got towels in ur own room—wear it ”.

As each of them, almost in sync, get their blue jean on, I bark at them"that 's good, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 fishes in his pocket, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credenza. I give a friendly shove to the dandy shoulder, and once again barque for them to get out. As they each grab their iron boot and tees, and go scrambling out the door, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up front, catching a smoke.

I give a aloud tin whistle, and motion for him to total on down.

As he enters the room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the fuck up, and get this dick in your mouth ”. Widening his eyes, Jason fell to his knees, and engulfed my still half difficult essence into his mouthpiece. Sucking loudly and sloppy like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of racket ) he eagerly took down my slab and in just a few had me boned up again.

I was actually somewhat surprised that I had boned up again so quickly. As soon as he got me good and surd, I yanked out of his lip, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his jeans to his ankle, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his boldness. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his shank, and thrash it in. Jason lets out a yelp, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one poking after another. It took a few hour this sentence, but I felt my abs constrain up, and knew it was metre.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a suction noise as his anus closed shut. Telling him to reverse over, I climbed up on top of his thorax, and grabbing him by the pharynx, shoved my tool into his mouth. All the way to the vertebral column of his throat, I once again volley. Not near as big as a few moments ago of form, but three ropes straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on essence, he shot pretty damm unspoilt himself, leaving a stream across his bureau and belly, and making a nice puddle. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his lip, I flash him and evil grin, and cut let loose another stream of my hot stinkin piss. His eyes widen again, and he starts to shake off his mind back and forth, but I just look him in the optic and say"drink it ”. After all—beer peeing is best, right ?

He manages to drink me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the guck coating his pharynx. As he zips back up, I walk to the credence and click off two twenties."Here 's for the room, and beer. Thanx dude"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I guess he was in blow, and as he heads out the threshold, I quickly pack up, and slide back into my 501 's. Skipping the wind sock, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the route, and head for home.

As I approach townspeople, I decide to wheel into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any office in townspeople. As Im fueling up, I notice a twain of girls a few pump over checking me out. Damm—just no time. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock hard 8-pac, I grab my dust for a quickly adjustment. I see one of the lady friend widen her eye, as now my rod is hanging down my right leg, and slapping her handwriting against her mouth, turns her capitulum to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the ticker, then grabbing my armoured combat vehicle, I proceed into the store to withdraw one more pee, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the work force room, I notice on the wall, a entirely parentage up of cowboy kick."piece of tail ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few bit, peck out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the hatful of boxes, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulders."nooky it—everybody seems to desire me to be cowboy, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the rush, and a hat I grabbed on the parry. The girl rings me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on ticker 7 ”. She looks at me a moment, decided I guess whether to tease me for the fume, but then I guess deciding I spent sufficiency money, and just total 's me out."One fourscore, hun"I snap off the twenties, and she bags up the boots, and I put the cowboy hat on my oral sex. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few vehicles are moving in front of me. I pause to let them pass, but one dude is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my right hand, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my bushy pits. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car head on. Nothing major head you, just a tap. I could n't help oneself but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get nursing home before mom, or in case Dustin were to inflame up and freak out cause I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the wire. I quietly sneak into the house, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few lick of chocolate milk. Damm I loved that diddly. Then taking a peep interior Dustin 's way, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my way, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock drawer', and drop in the last of the Johnny Cash. One Sir Thomas More quick piss, then denudate down, and plank belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a prospicient day, and I was meter .