New Jock narration -- -Freshman Year -- Chapter 6 -- -The Aftermath

I head back to the showers after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty agile. 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 birth extra avail for the expected crew. By the fourth dimension I finish up, almost 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 buddies, along with some other unpaid worker were officious in the stands picking up the applesauce left behind. I gave them a flashy whistle, and said to arrive on, we would finish 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. piece of tail. Glancing around the lot I can see only one comrade facial expression -- -Parker. fucking. I blow a flash whistling at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a ride"? Dorothy 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 well-situated itinerary to the dining car, and invite them to issue forth in as well—it would be on me. In the interest of sportsmanship, they agree to hail in for some eats.

But as we entered the dining car, it seemed that sportsmanship was checked at the door. 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 gear wheel of the uniform, there was more b l o o d flying around than had been at the secret plan. 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 cops.

putt my two first fingers to my back talk, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the variety that made dogs howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Parker. I cough a couple of metre, and absolved my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Charles Christopher Parker to take away a seat in one of the few left standing tables, I announce,"Tigers -- -against the wall ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Charles Christopher Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and line up against the tenacious wall of the diner.

Continuing, I then speak in still a loud interpreter,"Mustangs, center of the elbow room ”. The team moves into a huddle as ordered."After my mom figures up the harm here—it will be paid for from the athletic monetary fund. I do n't want to hear the first ill, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war paint, or tape, or anything else. Am I solve"? A trashy resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the diner."These b o y s are our invitee. We challenged them -- -we invited them to Tyler -- -we invited them to issue forth gaming football -- -we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to get it on one affair -- -who threw the initiative clout"? There was a few present moment of hesitation before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Witwatersrand -- -tite end. The cerebration were already processing. We were going to incur out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front of the huddle, head down, hands in pouch."Mustangs -- -grab some Scots heather. scavenge this place up. When your done, I want Tigers to take a seat, then you will wait on them. You will exact their order, serve the drinks, cook the food for thought, and serve it. You wan na keep those New Jersey -- then ur gon na work for them ”. There were a few moan and groan, but I just stared them down. They knew I was serious."Reeves—your with me"I grabbed Yardbird Parker by the shirt sleeve, and motioned for him and Reeves to follow me down the G. Stanley Hall, past the rest elbow room, and into the computer storage room at the back. Entering and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered reeve to claim off his jersey."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a import, then replied"yes sir"“ On your knees ”. Rand did as ordered, and dropped to his articulatio genus."Now apologize to Parker for starting the fight"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an account -- -I said apologize ”. Reeves, hanging his head still, muttered softly"I 'm sorry Parker—I threw the world-class 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 Yardbird Parker in the eye, and just said"pull it out, dude ”. Parker looks at me like he 's confused and reply with"huh"?"Pull it out fellow -- -get ur gumshoe out"He gives me a shrug of the shoulders, and a smirk, and pops the push at the top of his jeans. Unzipping and hauling out his dust, 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 decent package. I grab Reeves by the haircloth, and push his face in towards Parker 's junk."Now apologize like you mean it"reef glances up at me, and just like Dorothy Rothschild Parker, just muttered"huh"?"Suck the mankind dick, punk"Witwatersrand hesitates, but I tighten my grip on his hair and remind him"You want that T-shirt back"?"Yes sir"was all he said."Then I suggest you start sucking cock—or tonight will be the finis meter you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and take hold of Parker 's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his mouth, he engulfs Parker 's jockstrap kernel about half way down.

Starting a smooth motion up and down, Parker throws his head back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's straits further down on Parkers now fully backbreaking cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Reef swallows down hard, choking down on Parker 's midst meat. I grin to myself thinking—not his first cock. I let go of his hair, and invite Charles Christopher Parker to take control condition of Reeves head. Parker grabs him with both hands, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each dip down his throat made reeve one dollar bill and fight back, but Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the balls with each stab. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a small puddle in my palm, I walk around Yardbird Parker, and slew my center digit up his tite hairy jock hole. Charles Christopher Parker lets out a cryptic groan. I knew what I was doin—any man gon na get hard when something enters his cakehole. I gave him a couple of nimble voiceless jab, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Parker spreads a wide shit-eatin grin, and just says"oh ass ya ”.

I ordering Witwatersrand to turn over around, and seize the story with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the same finger's breadth and dip it into Reeves tite jock hole. He lets out a loud moan -- -prolly his 1st sentence. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry athlete ass. Pouring a bit more of the oil down reeve smooth jock fling, I then grab Parkers cock, and give it a tite squeeze, and a couple of jerking. I look at him with a devilish smile, and just say"displume it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Parker grabs Witwatersrand by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l dip, slams Reef hole all the way to his pubes. Witwatersrand lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his oral cavity, silencing his outcry. Yardbird Parker wasted no prison term in going to townsfolk on Reeves tite virgin yap. reef was whimpering like a baby. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his whisker, and with a tite clutches, yank his chief up, and f o r c e my digit from the other hand into his mouth."Open"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his lip wide, and I insert my own, now rock surd suspensor cock into his lip. Gripping his hair even fuddled now, like Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my public house. Tears start pouring from Reeves oculus as he chokes up on my thickheaded 8"jock cock, already ozzing fuck juice down his throat, and my veins popping like they were about to burst. Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each jibe made a slapping interference as it hit Reeves ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a span of seconds, just to make him bend, then plunging down past his tonsils.

After about 15 transactions of this treatment, I look over at Yardbird Parker and asked was he getting close. He nods yes, panting like a d o g. I give Reeves a few more than deep jabbing down his throat, then looking at at Yardbird Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly get blowing our loads across reef back, and the rachis of his fountainhead. In fact, we shot so difficult that both of us shot each other at our bellys on the first few shots of duncical jockstrap rope. We covered Reeves back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped Witwatersrand in the face, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his pants up, I reach for, and throw his Garden State back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reeves asks, real sheepish like. I reply in a prat voice,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the jersey on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next society. I simply order him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the way, and back into the diner.

Parker just looks at me like he did n't believe what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what"? Parker replies with"it 's kind of 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 goodish shipment down Reeves throat, I was still almost one-half punishing from so much exhilaration.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jean, and quickly took my thick jock meat into my clenched fist. After just a few diagonal, something made me turn my head around, looking over my shoulder joint.

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

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