New Jock Tales—Sophomore Year -- -Chpt 1

summer had been totally awesome. The best ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the respectable part—independently mobile, lol. The cubic yard Job were going enceinte, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a lofty a month. That was just about a years wage for a teenager working constituent time at a grocery store.

I took a 3rd blank space laurel wreath at the motocross meet, which was fine. Mostly just a emphasis relief pitcher, and a chance to get dirty. I also knocked down my first golden gloves—again not a major thing in my biography, but it was kinda assuredness to just get in the ring and just beat the shit outta some dude.

Today was the first day of practice. Varsity at conclusion. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon come in crashing down, and I was gon na feel like the biggest fall guy on the satellite, and all I wanted to do was vanish.

exercise was null like last yr. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coaches. And neither of them were interested in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ backs just throwing the clod to some 9th graders to catch. I mean fuck—no play, no running, no weights -- -what the piece of ass. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. Guess he would prolly take a shit it—but with no control of the team, I could kiss that deal of that sloppy head every week sayonara.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three Seniors. You ca n't be inaugural string—let alone a starter ”. The Book hit my brainpower like a bullet train."These b o y s got a dream just as big as you—you got to play for the squad now, and support them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did throw ¼ backrest before you got here. Now, unless you want to view another position for a while for some more plot meter, your going to take in the choose the bench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my stifle and get down suckin dick, huh carriage ? crusade looks like that 's all the action I 'm gon na get this year ”. somebody had just walked into the room, and all I heard was"woooah there cowboy ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the locker room. Slamming into my locker door made a few heads turn. I sat on the Bench to drive off my cleat, and air-sleeve. Did n't even let any Funk going on, not even my fossa, cause I had n't done a fuckin affair all day. I tore out of my practice Garden State, and turning, slammed my fist into the locker door. Yanking it give, I threw the jersey, and cleats into the base. Sitting back, now coming out of my football trouser, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise give them and my helmet into the floor of my footlocker, did n't even incommode to hang 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 loyal, and too hard. I lunged towards the actor, 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 jock right wing in his facial expression, I just scream out"does this feel 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 level, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his finger right in my face, comes back with"Do n't have a go at it what ur problem is Dillon, but you ameliorate get it in check, boi. Your not the star here punk— One More stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Jesus fuckin H Christ—what 's all this racket"? Three of the coaches had blasted into the cabinet room."It 's nothing coach—we got it under ascendance. 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 chuckle were heard, which was just adding fuel to the flaming. I turned back to my locker, and sat again on the bench, just long enough to tie up my PF bill, and sling them around my shoulder joint. I stuffed my tee in my back pocket, and proceeded out the footlocker room, shirtless, and bare human foot. As I exited into the hall, I hear one of the coaches hollar"mortal git him—see what the fuck is up his ass ”.

I needed to fuck something, And I knew just where to go.

I arrived at 'the billet'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 naut mi North of town on old RT 5. Small dusty route in the middle of nowhere. Some of the older ethnic music in town referred to it as 'that billet where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the first sentence I heard that—how the fuck do they know that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town trucker, bikers, and structure character. Pretty rough clotheshorse mostly, lots of muscles and ink, or maybe some married dude from town that could n't get head from their wife. I went straight to the back of the line of business to the motel. It only had about 25 rooms, and this later on a Fri nighttime, I would be lucky to still get a elbow room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the jeep off the street corner of the building. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my ball cap down over my eyebrows, I stroll into the hall. 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 baby face, or -- -you walk-in in here looking like gods gift, with all them abs, hoping Im fairy and I 'll let you experience a way in exchange for some of that dick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to make me consider 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 cool and run over to the depot and get you a six ring. So puncher -- -which is it"?

I raised my drumhead 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 straits back and forth, and just mumbled"oh shag man, I dunno ”.

"flavor dude, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three scrap today, my best Quaker told me I was a prick, It 's the same as anybody else out here—I just wan na vacate these balls down somebody 's pharynx. I been pent up for three Day now. I wo n't be any fuss, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my insistence, 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 night, all the way down. Get ur nut, then get the roll in the hay outta here. Got me"?"Ya, I got ya dude—and thanx bro. Oh—you need me to fill out a card 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, cowboy"? I grab my pecker and take out it down inside my blue jean, and flashing a slight smile, just say"the beer"?"holy Madonna, world-beater of Scots"replied Jason, rolling his eyes. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the office, and head across the parking lot to the 24 hour store up front on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that way before someone sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and ride around back to the corner room at the end. It was so dark I had to leave my headlight on for a arcminute just to see the door curl and spread the doorway. Grabbing my gear bag, upon entering the way I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and read/write head heterosexual person for the shower. Turning the water to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my back to the spray, I grab the bundle of motel shampoo and lather up the mortarboard. Relaxing under the curative powers of the hot water, I just tilt my principal back and closelipped my center. I only stay in the shower a few minutes, in spite of how good it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the cubicle, with cock 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 back. Turning around to head for the gearing bag again, I stopped dead in my tracks, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the piece of tail outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the corner of the bed, leaning back on his cubital joint, with the six pack resting on his shank. He was a pretty upright looking buster actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to make certainly 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 articulatio genus touching his legs. Still dripping wet, I took another type slug of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a word.

So getting the hint that it was his hazard to swallow down that big teenage dick in his face, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low hanging putz. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my barb hard. I close my middle, and placing my hand on top of his chief, usher him down to the pubes. After a few moment, he 's got me rock hard, and the venous blood vessel are starting to pop. I yank my swell cock from his mouth, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, finish it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and pop out drying off."Aight dawg—get the shtup out. I got ta get to work ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock hard shaft from his backtalk, denying his booty of my sweetness yung succus. I told him I would call him when I got done, and he could come back and finish up. He did me a party 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 green goddess in the elbow room"? Jason rolled his heart and head again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to build a special clink for me"I took that to mean ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the little bag of dope I had packed. Rolling up a pencil marijuana cigarette, I quickly sucked down the completely affair. Fishing out some socks, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half hard gumshoe down the decently leg. I brought my Catapiller oeuvre rush for the night. anatomy Id go fore the 'rugged'working man look, rather than jockstrap, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the rest 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 diminished town in itself. In addition to the motel, there was a small 24 hr market store— down the route there was a small lake, where you could camp down. There was also a small-scale grill—kinda like a waffle star sign, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make Federal Reserve note of that one ), and of course the independent attraction—the dirty record book store.

I doubted I had much of a chance at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the commonwealth like it was, they 're were a few people hanging out front of the construction. I spied a credit card porch president near the corner, away from the independent entrance, and decided that would be my best smudge. Fishing my smokes, and null from my sac, I lite up a Camel, and hold the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the chair back until my shoulders meet the bulwark, and with a distich of ticket adjustments achieve just the powerful Libra for leaning back on the rear two legs.

Taking a swig of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three dudes, 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 guessing. The dudes appeared to be of the construction persuasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon bbl that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing tankful crown, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had enormous pit hair ontogenesis. I figured they were around mid 20 to former 30 or so. Like me, they each had Matthew 's on, and 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 slight jest at each former, and I barely hear one of them say"touchwood got a bit of position, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda smart ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the president to the primer coat, back to all quaternary. Standing up, and turning my cover to the three dudes, I pop the push on my 501 's, and throw away them to my thighs. Turning my head 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 helping hand, and they start a moderate stroll over towards me. I flip the professorship around, and pulling my blue jean back up, but not buttoning up, film a seat backwards in the chair, with my hawkshaw and clump hanging out. I take a quick whiff on my right pit, just to indicate off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately comments on my rubble."damm b o y dainty package ”. I give him a big grinning and respond,"Ya—just think after it bones up to all it 's 10"what it 's gon na experience like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the truth just a bit for the sales pitch ) The rib facial expression at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty drunk, and one replies"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 orb. So, —do we need to sing, or are we wasting each others time"?

About this clock time Jason rounds the niche headed for the memory. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a black-market bang ”, and goes on into the store. The three once again bulge laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a black swath"? I look them steely in the center, and in my best low growling vox answer"Karate, ju-jitsu—and tae kwon do. And three favorable 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 bozo fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This time, I do the chuckle, and just reply"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a minuscule football. So I 'm used to getting banged around by cat bigger than me—and I just keep on going back for more. So—you make fun wan na attain a deal, or you just wan na outdoor stage there and stare, wondering how sweet-flavored my juice is"?

The three just coup d'oeil around at each former, until one finally shrugs his berm."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage dick. So—how much"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling dick back into my jeans, reach down for my beer, and fetch up it off. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I start slowly walking across the figurehead of the bookstall."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't picture in 15 minutes, I 'll don you ca n't afford it ”. ( how was that for lordliness ? ) I walked around the building, and headed across the parking lot back towards my way. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that goon got some posture ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my step, that earlier the guys had so put me down about."Fuck them"I thought to myself—I like it.

Back at the room I leave the doorway standing open. Being aggregate duskiness, there were n't many bugs to argue with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and roll up another joint, taking a couple of smash off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lubricating substance from my gear bag, and spreading my hairy legs pretty wide, I started stroking up at a slow but debate step. It only took moments for the thick veins of my quill to swell up, and my big mushroom head word to flare out, like a dog. The fuck juice was already flowing, and coating my foreland, I was quick to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten minutes, as the three came strolling in the doorway. The last shut the doorway, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin Saviour'. 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 dick, but we just gitten 1 tool each. Probably the more drunk of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his stomach."Me commencement cowboy"Im really getting tired of this cowpuncher shit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the bottle senior high in the air, and squeeze out a stream rightfield to his maw. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab dude by the waist, and slam it in. He lets out a yip, exclaiming"damm this punk is loggerheaded ”. I rear back and deliver the second shaft, and then a third, and then, I go to town. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, deep, and speedy. In just a couplet of minutes, I was panting like I had run a mile.

The gallant was grabbing at sheets like he had a baseball bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh piece of tail b o y s, get this moonstruck off me ! Get him off ! The other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from clotheshorse ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the recession chair. Putting his bridge player to his case, he just mumbles"damm that punk is a devil ”. The next dandy, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me next ”.

With the 2d dude assuming the same billet, I start the same treatment, grabbing his waistline, and slamming it in hard as I could. In just a couple of hit, he too is crying out for me to relieve up a bit. Another evil grin, and Im sure as shooting nuff now in 'devil mode'. I reach up and grab him by the backrest of his hair, and yanking his school principal back, maunder"shut the fucking up ”, and just keep back fucking, like a jackhammer. My testicle were slapping hard against his ass cheeks. I only noticed then that only one of the dudes had any pilus on his ass. In a few more minutes of still taking his pounding, the tertiary swell finally steps up, and basically just pushes the fop aside.

"My crook now ”. Assuming the same daub, on the recess of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his hole, I pause and soak in the beautiful hirsute mounds of his ass. He was so dense up in his crack, that you could barely observe his hole. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't make pass up the chance, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my face into the rich pungent fetor of his vulgar ass. He was ripe as fuck, and with just a few munch of his hairy sally, I drove my lingua as deep as I could into his ripe greasy hole. He was funky—I mean days worth of blue funk ! I sucked on his hole, as I probed it with my spit. Between the high from the gage, 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 dick down. Only about 10-12 poking into his guts, then objector 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 trashy throaty vocalization"on ur knees ”. The former two followed suite, and the three of them lined up at the substructure of the bed, each stroking their own prick, with mouths candid. I thought to myself what a gross blackmail pic this would be to show to their wives, or girlfriends. With tongues hanging out, I grab my swollen dig, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally pull it from my testicle. Still swelling, and my vein popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to advert I had put on a chrome cockring earlier ), the insistence from my pecker n lump was now reaching it 's high end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting oral cavity, I volleyed.

Slinging my meat from left to compensate, I popped the first stream of my duncical jock juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left, for another. Seven clip, blasting my rope from left to correct, completely covering their faces in my dense slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my balls, I stand there for a few second, while they looked at each other in amazement, at the massive rising tide 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 pee, and again from left to right, soaked them down from their heads to their pubes. They were covered now, with all my jock succus. I kinda smirked, as they each began to blow their own tons up their dresser 's and belly, mixing their cum with my pee and jizz. They were a unadulterated mess, lol. But—number three, the hairy nasty one, had yet to bobble. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy jock ass right in his side, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his face into my ass crack, and licked me up just as I had done him. In sole second, as he drove his tongue into my tite suspensor fix, he finally busts. Falling back, with his backbone into the bed, and his heading tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as expert as me. Three shots go straight up from his urine slit, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my hairs with his stocky construction jizz. I grin at his brawny detonation, but then five more dig hit me in the small of my back, and started trailing down my ass and thighs.

Giving the three of them only a few seconds to recover, and spitting into the face of the one in the centre, I then order them to get dressed, pay up, and get the piece of ass 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 Pisces 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 tee, and go scrambling out the doorway, I step out my ego, and see Jason outside up nominal head, catching a smoke.

I give a loud whistling, and motion for him to hail on down.

As he enters the way he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the nooky up, and get this cock in your mouth ”. Widening his centre, Jason fell to his knees, and soak up my still half punishing meat into his back talk. Sucking loudly and sloppy like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of haphazardness ) 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 hard, I yanked out of his back talk, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his jeans to his ankles, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his cheek. 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 bang his ass with one poking after another. It took a few arcminute this time, but I felt my abs tighten up, and knew it was fourth dimension.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a suction noise as his anus closed shut. Telling him to turn over, I climbed up on top of his chest, and grabbing him by the pharynx, shoved my dick into his lip. All the way to the binding of his throat, I once again volley. Not near as big as a few moments ago of course, but three roofy straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on heart and soul, he shot pretty damm good himself, leaving a stream across his chest and belly, and making a overnice puddle. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his mouth, I flash him and evil grin, and cut loose another stream of my hot stinkin piddle. His eyes widen again, and he starts to stir his head back and forth, but I just look him in the optic and say"drink it ”. After all—beer piss is best, right ?

He manages to drink me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the slime coating his throat. As he zips back up, I walk to the credence and flick off two twenties."Here 's for the room, and beer. Thanx dude"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I shot he was in shock, and as he heads out the doorway, I quickly pack up, and skid back into my 501 's. Skipping the socks, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the route, and head for home.

As I approach town, I decide to wheel into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any position in Town. As Im fueling up, I notice a distich of young woman a few heart over checking me out. Damm—just no fourth dimension. Still shirtless, and flexing my Rock knockout 8-pac, I grab my dust for a spry adjustment. I see one of the girls widen her optic, as now my rod is hanging down my decently leg, and slapping her paw against her mouth, turns her head to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my tank, I proceed into the store to take one more pee, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the hands room, I notice on the wall, a altogether line up of rodeo rider flush."Fuck ”, 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 batch of boxful, I find a sz 12. holy place fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my berm."Fuck it—everybody seems to require me to be cowboy, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the iron heel, and a hat I grabbed on the comeback. The fille doughnut 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 card me for the smokes, but then I guess deciding I spent sufficiency money, and just total 's me out."One LXXX, hun"I snap off the twenty, and she bags up the charge, and I put the cattleman hat on my pass. Strolling across the lot, back to my landrover, a few fomite are moving in front of me. I pause to let them expire, but one buster 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 fossa. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car forefront on. Nothing major mind you, just a tap. I could n't aid but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get nursing home before mom, or in face Dustin were to come alive up and freak out out cause I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the wire. I quietly sneak into the home, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few slugs of chocolate Milk River. Damm I loved that jack. Then taking a chirp interior Dustin 's elbow room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my way, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock draftsman', and drop in the last of the cash. One More spry piss, then denude down, and plump down belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a long day, and I was beat .