New Jock narrative -- -Freshman class -- Chapter 6 -- -The backwash

I head back to the exhibitioner after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty quick. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the official party will be down at the diner, and mom said they would have got excess help for the expected crew. By the time I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the field of operations to get my lil bro.

He and his three mgr buddies, along with some other unpaid worker were meddlesome in the stands picking up the methamphetamine left behind. I gave them a loud pennywhistle, and said to come on, we would land up 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 side -- -Parker. Fuck. I blow a loud whistle at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a drive"? Charles Christopher Parker grins, and looks at his parents, to which they nod approval, and me and Dustin hop in their mini-van. I instruct them the easy route to the buffet car, and invite them to come in as well—it would be on me. In the interestingness of sportsmanship, they agree to come in for some eats.

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

putting my two first finger's breadth to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made dogs howling. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Charles Christopher Parker. I cough a couple of times, and clean-cut my pharynx. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Parker to postulate a fundament in one of the few left standing tables, I announce,"Tigers -- -against the paries ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Charlie Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and strain up against the long wall of the buffet car.

Continuing, I then speak in still a tatty spokesperson,"Mustangs, centre of the room ”. The team moves into a huddle as ordered."After my mom figures up the damage here—it will be paid for from the athletic investment trust. I do n't want to hear the initiatory charge, for the rest period of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war rouge, or tape, or anything else. Am I pull in"? A trashy resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the diner."These b o y s are our client. We challenged them -- -we invited them to Tyler -- -we invited them to make out play football -- -we invited them to this buffet car, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to know one thing -- -who threw the low gear slug"? There was a few present moment of falter 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, handwriting in pockets."Mustangs -- -grab some brooms. houseclean this lieu up. When your done, I want Panthera tigris to take a derriere, then you will await on them. You will learn their orders, serve the drinkable, cook the solid food, and serve it. You wan na keep those jerseys -- then ur gon na work for them ”. There were a few groan and groans, but I just stared them down. They knew I was good."Reeves—your with me"I grabbed Parker by the shirt sleeve, and motioned for him and Reeves to follow me down the Radclyffe Hall, past the rest rooms, and into the storage room at the rachis. incoming and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered Reeves to take off his jersey."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a moment, then replied"yes sir"“ On your knee joint ”. Rand did as ordered, and dropped to his knee joint."Now apologize to Yardbird Parker for starting the fight"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an explanation -- -I said apologize ”. Reeves, hanging his headspring still, muttered softly"I 'm sorry Parker—I threw the first base lick -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Parker gave a nod of favorable reception, but I was n't fulfill. I look at Charlie Parker in the eye, and just said"pull it out, gallant ”. Charlie Parker looks at me like he 's at sea and replies with"huh"?"Pull it out fellow -- -get ur dick out"He gives me a shrug of the shoulder joint, and a smirk, and pops the button at the top of his jeans. 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 skillful software. I grab Reeves by the hair, and push his boldness in towards Charles Christopher Parker 's junk."Now apologize like you mean it"Rand glances up at me, and just like Dorothy Parker, just muttered"huh"?"Suck the military personnel dick, punk"Reeves hesitates, but I tighten my grip on his haircloth 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 last time you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and snaffle Parker 's already swelling putz. Slowly still, opening his sass, he engulfs Parker 's athletic supporter inwardness about half way down.

Starting a smooth out apparent movement up and down, Parker throws his head back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's headland further down on Charles Christopher Parker now fully intemperate cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Reeves swallows down hard, choking down on Bird Parker 's thick meat. I grin to myself thinking—not his first hawkshaw. I let go of his hair, and invite Charlie Parker to study control of Reef head. Parker grabs him with both paw, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each dip down his pharynx made Reeves dollar bill and fight back, but Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the testicle with each stab. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottleful of cooking oil. Pouring a small puddle in my medallion, I walk around Bird Parker, and slide my middle finger up his tite hairy jock muddle. Parker lets out a recondite groan. I knew what I was doin—any man gon na get strong when something enters his kettle of fish. I gave him a brace of prompt surd jab, then asked if he would care to hit that ass. Dorothy Rothschild Parker spreads a all-encompassing shit-eatin smiling, and just says"oh fuck ya ”.

I order Reef to turn around, and grab the story with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the Saame digit and plunge it into Reef tite athlete hole. He lets out a loud moan -- -prolly his beginning time. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry jock ass. Pouring a bit more of the oil down Reeves smooth athlete crack, I then grab Parkers cock, and give it a tite squeeze, and a couple of jerks. I look at him with a mephistophelian smile, and just say"tear it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Charles Christopher Parker grabs Reeves by the waistline, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, shot Reeves hole all the way to his pubes. Reeves lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silencing his call. Bird Parker wasted no meter in going to Town on Reeves tite virgin fix. Reeves was whimpering like a baby. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his hair, and with a tite grip, yank his head up, and f o r c e my fingers from the former hand into his oral fissure."clear"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his back talk wide, and I insert my own, now rock hard jock turncock into his sassing. Gripping his hair even tighter now, like Dorothy Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my pothouse. Tears start pouring from Reeves oculus as he chokes up on my thickly 8"athlete hammer, already ozzing shag juice down his pharynx, and my veins popping like they were about to collapse. Dorothy Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each barb made a slapping noise as it hit Reeves ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a couple of seconds, just to cook him flex, then plunging down past his faucial tonsil.

After about 15 minute of arc of this treatment, I look over at Charles Christopher Parker and asked was he getting close. He nods yes, panting like a d o g. I give Reeves a few more deep thrusts down his throat, then tone at Bird Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly start blowing our lots across Rand back, and the back of his head. In fact, we shot so tough that both of us shot each other at our abdomen on the first few blastoff of thick supporter rope. We covered Reeves back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped Reeves in the typeface, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his pants up, I reach for, and throw his jersey back to him."You got a towel, or something"reeve asks, real sheepish like. I reply in a inexorable interpreter,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the jersey on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next order of magnitude. I simply Holy Order him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the way, and back into the diner.

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

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

Finally back at the house—it had been a really long day. Although I had just pumped a hefty load down reef throat, I was still almost half grueling from so very much excitement.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jeans, and quickly took my thick suspensor gist into my fist. After just a few throw, something made me turn my heading around, looking over my articulatio humeri.

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

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