New jock Tales—Sophomore Year -- -Chpt 1

summer had been totally awesome. The best ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the best part—independently Mobile River, lol. The yard jobs were going great, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a distinguished a month. That was just about a year salary for a teenager working piece time at a grocery store.

I took a 3rd place ribbon at the motocross sports meeting, which was fine. Mostly just a strain reliever, and a chance to get dirty. I also knocked down my first off golden gloves—again not a John Major thing in my sprightliness, but it was sort of sang-froid to just get in the ring and just beat the cocksucker outta some dude.

Today was the offset day of practice. first team at last. I went into the day gleaming with pridefulness, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon come crashing down, and I was gon na feel like the biggest chump on the major planet, and all I wanted to do was evaporate.

recitation was cypher like last class. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coach-and-four. And neither of them were matter to in my remark. All that was happening was us five ¼ backs just throwing the ball to some 9th graders to catch. I mean fuck—no child's play, no running game, no weighting -- -what the fuck. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. Guess he would prolly make it—but with no control of the team, I could kiss that pile of that miry psyche every week arrivederci.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three elder. You ca n't be first string—let alone a starting motor ”. The words hit my brainiac like a bullet."These b o y s got a ambition just as big as you—you got to take on for the team now, and support them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did bear ¼ back before you got here. Now, unless you want to consider another posture for a spell for some more game time, your going to have the use up the bench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my human knee and start suckin dick, huh coach ? causal agency looks like that 's all the action I 'm gon na get this year ”. Someone had just walked into the way, and all I heard was"woooah there cowboy ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the cabinet room. Slamming into my footlocker door made a few mind turn. I sat on the bench to consume off my cleats, and socks. Did n't even have any funk going on, not even my pits, cause I had n't done a fuckin matter all day. I tore out of my practice jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the cabinet doorway. Yanking it open, I threw the jersey, and cleats into the storey. Sitting back, now coming out of my football pants, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise shed them and my helmet into the floor of my locker, did n't even chafe to hang anything up.

I grabbed my Levis, but before I could get them on, soul barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the position ?"It hit too riotous, and too severely. I lunged towards the instrumentalist, 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 chest and shoving my athletic supporter right in his face, I just shout out"does this feeling like a b o y to you"?

In moments 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 finger right in my face, comes back with"Do n't know what ur problem is Dillon, but you better get it in impediment, boi. Your not the star here punk— One more stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Saviour fuckin H Christ—what 's all this fraudulent scheme"? Three of the coaches had blasted into the locker way."It 's null coach—we got it under control. 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 chortle were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fire. I turned back to my storage locker, and sat again on the bench, just long enough to tie up my PF Flyers, and sling them around my shoulders. I stuffed my tee in my binding pocket, and proceeded out the locker room, shirtless, and bare foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the coaches hollar"somebody git him—see what the screwing is up his ass ”.

I needed to fuck 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. Small dusty road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the older tribe in Ithiel Town referred to it as 'that blank space where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the first metre I heard that—how the roll in the hay do they screw that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of townsfolk teamster, bikers, and construction types. Pretty rough dudes mostly, lots of muscles and ink, or maybe some tie fop from town that could n't get psyche from their wife. I went straight to the spine of the force field to the motel. It only had about 25 rooms, and this late on a Fri night, I would be prosperous to still get a room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the landrover off the niche of the construction. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my ball cap down over my brow, I stroll into the entrance hall. Holding my promontory kinda downwards, I glance up at the shop clerk, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you support your head down so I do n't see your infant face, or -- -you waltz in here looking like gods endowment, with all them abs, hoping Im queer and I 'll let you have a room in exchange for some of that dick 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 coolheaded and run over to the store and get you a six large number. So puncher -- -which is it"?

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

"face dude, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three fighting today, my best friends told me I was a prick, It 's the same as anybody else out here—I just wan na empty these balls down someone 's throat. I been pent up for three 24-hour interval now. I wo n't be any trouble, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my pressure, finally turns around and yanks a key off the rack. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me straight in the heart,"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 fill out a carte or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the threshold, I stop and turn around, and just digest there."Something else, cowpoke"? I grab my cock and attract it down inside my jeans, and flashing a slight smile, just say"the beer"?"Holy Blessed Virgin, faggot of Scots"replied Jason, rolling his oculus. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the situation, and head across the parking lot to the 24 time of day store up front on the route."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that room before someone sees you"

I hop in the landrover, and private road around back to the corner room at the end. It was so moody I had to leave my headlight on for a second just to see the door lock and afford the door. Grabbing my geartrain 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 forefront heterosexual person for the exhibitor. Turning the water to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my back to the spraying, I grab the parcel of motel shampoo and lather up the hawk. Relaxing under the alterative powers of the hot water system, I just cant my psyche back and close my eyes. I only stay in the exhibitioner a few minutes, in spite of how estimable it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stall, with dick hanging A-one low now, I grab a towel off the rack. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and Forth across my spine. Turning around to head for the geared wheel bag again, I stopped numb in my tracks, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the fuck outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the turning point of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, with the six pack resting on his waist. He was a pretty honorable looking dude actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to make surely you were OK ”. I walk towards him, reaching out for the beer. He hands it to me, and I pull a can off the annulus. Popping it open, 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 type slug of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a Word of God.

So getting the hint that it was his chance to bury down that big teenage shaft in his nerve, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low hanging cock. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my gibe hard. I close my eyes, and placing my hand on top of his head, usher him down to the pubes. After a few minutes, he 's got me shake hard, and the veins are starting to pop. I yank my tumesce cock from his oral fissure, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, finish it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my articulatio humeri, and start drying off."Aight dawg—get the fuck out. I got ta get to ferment ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still shake hard cock from his mouth, denying his dirty money of my mellifluous yung juice. I told him I would shout him when I got done, and he could follow back and cease 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 the skinny in the room"? Jason rolled his eyes and head again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to build a especial jail for me"I took that to mean ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the small bag of dummy I had packed. Rolling up a pencil roast, I quickly sucked down the wholly matter. Fishing out some drogue, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half hard tool down the flop leg. I brought my Catapiller work boots for the night. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man expression, rather than jock, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the rest into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike out up the mohawk—damm, it 's about 4"marvellous now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the front man of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a modest Ithiel Town in itself. In summation to the motel, there was a small 24 hr grocery store— down the route there was a humble lake, where you could camp. There was also a small grill—kinda like a waffle business firm, a tattoo workshop, ( hmmmm make preeminence of that one ), and of trend the primary attraction—the dirty book store.

I doubted I had much of a luck at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the rural area like it was, they 're were a few mass hanging out nominal head of the construction. I spied a shaping porch professorship near the niche, away from the primary ingress, and decided that would be my best patch. Fishing my heater, and zippo from my air hole, I lite up a Camel, and adopt the backside. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the chair back until my shoulders meet the wall, and with a twosome of alright adaption attain just the right balance wheel for leaning back on the rear two pegleg.

Taking a draft of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete pavement, I notice three gallant, about 25 feet in front of me, just to the side of the row of 18 wheelers parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I guess. The dude appeared to be of the construction persuasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon gun barrel that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing tankful peak, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had enormous pit tomentum increment. I figured they were around mid XX to early 30 or so. Like me, they each had Levi 's on, and employment 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 slight jest at each early, and I barely hear one of them say"punk got a bit of attitude, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda overbold ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the chairwoman to the primer, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my backbone to the three dude, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and overlook them to my thigh. Turning my point back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum lick this smart ass ”.

One of the guys playfully slaps the others chest with the back of his hand, and they start a moderate stroll over towards me. I flip the chair around, and pulling my blue jean back up, but not buttoning up, direct a seat backwards in the chair, with my peter and balls hanging out. I take a immediate puff on my aright pit, just to show up off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately scuttlebutt on my junk."damm b o y nice bundle ”. I give him a big smile and respond,"Ya—just think after it bones up to all it 's 10"what it 's gon na feel like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the truth just a bit for the sales rake ) The guys look at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty drunk, and one reply"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the spot, 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 fuck some ass, and I got a three day back up in these testicle. So, —do we need to babble, or are we wasting each others time"?

About this time Jason rounds the turning point headed for the fund. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a inkiness swath ”, and goes on into the store. The three once again set out laughing, yep—they were pretty imbibe, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a fateful belt"? I look them steely in the eyes, and in my unspoiled low growling voice reply"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three golden gloves ”. ( 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 guys fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This time, I do the chortle, and just respond"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a footling football. So I 'm used to getting banged around by guy wire bigger than me—and I just keep going back for more. So—you guy wan na expunge a flock, or you just wan na bandstand there and stare, wondering how sweet my juice is"?

The three just glance 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 practically"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling dick back into my denim, reach down for my beer, and end it off. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I start slowly walking across the front of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. way 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't testify in 15 minutes, I 'll adopt you ca n't afford it ”. ( how was that for arrogance ? ) I walked around the building, and headed across the parking lot back towards my room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that tinder got some attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my pace, that earlier the guys had so put me down about."piece of ass them"I thought to myself—I like it.

Back at the room I leave the door standing open. Being total darkness, there were n't many bug to argue with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and roll up another junction, taking a couple of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my gear mechanism bag, and spreading my hairy legs moderately wide, I started stroking up at a slow but deliberate pace. It only took moments for the blockheaded nervure of my spear to intumesce up, and my big mushroom cloud header to flare out, like a dog. The make love juice was already menstruate, and coating my headspring, I was ready to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten second, as the three came strolling in the door. The last shut the door, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin christ'. I flash an evil grin, and just respond,"more like Satan bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 spell of ass on ur shaft, but we just gitten 1 hawkshaw each. Probably the more drunkard of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his belly."Me low cowboy"Im really getting tired of this cowboy bullshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the bottle senior high in the air, and squash out a stream right to his hole. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab dude by the waist, and flap down it in. He lets out a yelping, exclaiming"damm this kindling is boneheaded ”. I rear back and have the 2d barb, and then a third, and then, I go to town. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a couple of arcminute, I was panting like I had run a mile.

The dude 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 hothead off me ! Get him off ! The early two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, jerk me from dudes ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the corner chair. Putting his hands to his grimace, he just mumbles"damm that tinder is a lusus naturae ”. The next fashion plate, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me future ”.

With the indorse dude assuming the same position, I start the same treatment, grabbing his shank, and slamming it in hard as I could. In just a couple of smasher, he too is crying out for me to relieve up a bit. Another evilness smiling, and Im sure nuff now in 'devil mode'. I reach up and grab him by the back of his haircloth, and yanking his oral sex back, mumble"shut the fucking up ”, and just keep shtup, like a jackhammer. My fruitcake were slapping hard against his ass cheek. I only noticed then that only one of the dudes had any hair on his ass. In a few Thomas More minutes of still taking his pounding, the tierce dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the dude aside.

"My turn now ”. Assuming the same spot, on the corner of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his hole, I pause and soak in the beautiful hairy agglomerate of his ass. He was so dense up in his crack, that you could barely detect his hole. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't choke up the chance, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my fount into the rich pungent stink of his plebeian ass. He was good as fuck, and with just a few Munch of his hairy chap, I drove my tongue as oceanic abyss as I could into his ripe sebaceous hollow. He was funky—I beggarly years worth of blue funk ! I sucked on his hole, as I probed it with my tongue. Between the gamey from the dope, and the stink of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a proper shaft down. Only about 10-12 poke into his moxie, then dissenter number 3 was set 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 knees ”. The other two followed retinue, and the three of them lined up at the base of the bed, each stroking their own dick, with rima oris loose. I thought to myself what a perfect blackmail pic this would be to prove to their wives, or girlfriend. With knife hanging out, I grab my swollen calamus, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally pluck it from my orchis. Still swelling, and my veins popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to refer I had put on a chrome cockring earlier ), the pressure from my cock n chunk was now reaching it 's high end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting mouth, I volleyed.

Slinging my pith from left to rectify, I popped the for the first time stream of my thick athlete succus across each of their faces. Then, back to the left, for another. VII times, blasting my rope from left to right, completely covering their faces in my thick slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my Lucille Ball, I stand there for a few second base, while they looked at each other in amazement, at the massive rising tide that had drenched each of them. With the pressure level now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a strong powerful stream of my steaming hot jock piss, and again from left to right, soaked them down from their psyche to their os pubis. They were covered now, with all my jock succus. I kinda smirked, as they each began to blow their own loads up their thorax 's and belly, mixing their cum with my piss and jizz. They were a over mess, lol. But—number three, the hairy nasty one, had yet to ball up. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy jock ass right hand in his facial expression, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his face into my ass crack, and licked me up just as I had done him. In only moments, as he drove his tongue into my tite supporter hole, he finally busts. Falling back, with his back into the bed, and his head tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as good as me. Three slam go straight up from his piss prick, landing right in the cranny of my ass, coating my hairs with his thickset construction jizz. I grin at his powerful explosion, but then five more guessing hit me in the small of my backrest, and started trailing down my ass and second joint.

Giving the three of them only a few seconds to recover, and spitting into the face of the one in the middle, I then edict them to get dressed, pay up, and get the fuck 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 jeans 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 dudes shoulder, and once again bark for them to get out. As they each grab their boots and tees, and go scrambling out the room access, I step out my ego, and see Jason outside up strawman, catching a Mary Jane.

I give a loud whistle, and apparent movement for him to come on down.

As he enters the room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the screw up, and get this dick in your backtalk ”. Widening his eye, Jason fell to his knees, and engulfed my still half concentrated meat into his mouth. Sucking loudly and baggy like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of noise ) 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 effective and surd, I yanked out of his lip, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his jeans to his mortise joint, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his impudence. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his waist, and slam it in. Jason lets out a yelp, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one thrust after another. It took a few moment this time, but I felt my abs tighten up, and knew it was meter.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a suction disturbance as his anus closed shut. Telling him to move around over, I climbed up on top of his chest, and grabbing him by the throat, shoved my dick into his mouth. All the way to the back of his throat, I once again fusillade. Not near as big as a few second ago of trend, but three circle straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on meat, he shot pretty damm well himself, leaving a current across his thorax and belly, and making a nice pool. Just as he finished up, with pecker still in his mouth, I flash him and evil smile, and cut loose another stream of my hot stinkin piss. His middle widen again, and he starts to shake his head back and forth, but I just look him in the eyes and say"drink it ”. After all—beer piddle is best, right ?

He manages to drink me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the ooze coating his throat. As he zips back up, I walk to the credenza and flick off two mid-twenties."Here 's for the room, and beer. Thanx dude"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I guess he was in electrical shock, and as he heads out the door, I quickly mob up, and slide back into my 501 's. Skipping the drogue, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the road, and head for home.

As I approach town, I decide to bike into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any situation in Town. As Im fueling up, I notice a couple of girls a few ticker over checking me out. Damm—just no time. Still shirtless, and flexing my Rock unvoiced 8-pac, I grab my junk for a quick adaptation. I see one of the girls widen her middle, as now my rod is hanging down my right wing leg, and slapping her bridge player against her mouth, turns her capitulum to the early, giggling.

Hanging up the ticker, then grabbing my tank, I proceed into the store to consume one more piss, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the men room, I notice on the bulwark, a whole course up of cowboy kicking."shag ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few minutes, pick out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the stack of boxes, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulders."piece of tail it—everybody seems to want me to be cowboy, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the iron heel, and a hat I grabbed on the counter. The girl rings me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on pump 7 ”. She looks at me a moment, decided I guess whether to card me for the pot, but then I guess deciding I spent adequate money, and just aggregate 's me out."One eighty, hun"I snap off the twenties, and she bags up the iron heel, and I put the cowboy hat on my capitulum. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few vehicles are moving in movement of me. I pause to let them pass, but one dude is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my rectify paw, 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 foreland on. Nothing Major mind you, just a tap. I could n't facilitate but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get base before mom, or in case Dustin were to arouse up and gross out out cause I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the conducting wire. I quietly sneak into the house, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few slugs of deep brown milk. Damm I loved that son of a bitch. Then taking a peep insides Dustin 's room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the steps to my way, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock draftsman', and drop in the last of the John Cash. One more quick peeing, then strip down, and plump belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a long day, and I was beat .