New supporter Tales -- -Freshman class -- Chapter 6 -- -The aftermath

I head back to the showers after Dorothy Rothschild Parker leaves, and suds up pretty quick. I was hungry—and not just for solid food. I announce that the prescribed party will be down at the buffet car, and mom said they would have extra help for the expected bunch. By the time I finish up, near 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 sidekick, along with some other volunteers were busybodied in the stands picking up the methamphetamine left behind. I gave them a forte whistle, and said to come on, we would terminate 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 comrade brass -- -Parker. piece of tail. I blow a gimcrack whistle at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a ride"? 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 tardily itinerary to the dining car, and invite them to hail in as well—it would be on me. In the pursuit of sportsmanship, they agree to fare in for some eats.

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

Putting my two first fingers to my backtalk, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made hound ululation. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Parker. I cough a pair of metre, and clear my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Yardbird Parker to occupy 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 Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and crease up against the farseeing wall of the diner.

Continuing, I then speak in still a loud voice,"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 gymnastic investment trust. I do n't desire to hear the initiative ill, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war paint, or tape, or anything else. Am I clear"? A flash resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the diner."These b o y s are our GUESTS. We challenged them -- -we invited them to Tyler -- -we invited them to come play football -- -we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to roll in the hay one matter -- -who threw the first base punch"? There was a few second of hesitation before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Reeves -- -tite end. The thoughts were already processing. We were going to bump out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front end of the huddle, head down, mitt in pocket."Mustangs -- -grab some ling. make clean this home up. When your done, I want Tigers to take in a seat, then you will wait on them. You will postulate their orders, serve the deglutition, cook the food, and serve it. You wan na keep those Garden State -- then ur gon na work for them ”. There were a few moan 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 succeed me down the Granville Stanley Hall, past the eternal sleep rooms, and into the storage elbow room at the rear. entry and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered Reeves to take aim off his T-shirt."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a moment, then replied"yes sir"“ On your knees ”. Reeves did as ordered, and dropped to his knees."Now apologize to Bird Parker for starting the combat"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an explanation -- -I said rationalize ”. Rand, hanging his heading still, muttered softly"I 'm sorry Parker—I threw the low punch -- -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 live up to. I look at Parker in the eye, and just said"twist it out, dude ”. Parker looks at me like he 's throw and answer with"huh"?"commit it out dude -- -get ur tool out"He gives me a shrug of the articulatio humeri, 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 overnice package. I grab Reeves by the hairsbreadth, and force his fount in towards Dorothy Rothschild Parker 's junk."Now apologize like you mean it"Reeves glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered"huh"?"sucking the mans dick, punk"Reeves hesitates, but I tighten my clasp on his hair and cue 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 fourth dimension you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and snap up Parker 's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his mouth, he engulfs Parker 's supporter meat about half way down.

Starting a smooth apparent motion up and down, Parker throws his head back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's top dog further down on Dorothy Rothschild Parker now fully firmly cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Reeves swallows down hard, choking down on Parker 's thick sum. I grin to myself thinking—not his first dick. I let go of his hairsbreadth, and invite Dorothy Parker to ask mastery of Reeves head. Charles Christopher Parker grabs him with both workforce, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his pharynx made Rand buck and engagement back, but Dorothy Rothschild Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the balls with each thrust. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a pocket-size puddle in my laurel wreath, I walk around Bird Parker, and slew my middle digit up his tite hairy jock hole. Parker lets out a deeper moan. I knew what I was doin—any man gon na get surd when something enters his maw. I gave him a couple of speedy hard jabs, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Dorothy Parker spreads a astray shit-eatin grin, and just says"oh fuck ya ”.

I order Reef to turn around, and snap up the story with his bridge player. Ass in the air, I take the same finger and plunge it into Reeves tite athlete hole. He lets out a garish groan -- -prolly his first metre. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry tree suspensor ass. Pouring a bit more of the oil down Reeves suave suspensor crack, I then grab Yardbird Parker cock, and pass on it a tite squeeze, and a brace of jerking. I look at him with a diabolic grin, and just say"tear it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Parker grabs Reef by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, shot reef pickle all the way to his pubes. reeve lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silencing his yell. Charlie Parker wasted no time in going to town on Reeves tite Virgo the Virgin cakehole. Reeves was whimpering like a sister. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his hairsbreadth, and with a tite grip, yank his headway up, and f o r c e my fingers from the other hand into his mouth."Open"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his mouth all-encompassing, and I insert my own, now rock hard jock cock into his mouth. Gripping his haircloth even blind drunk now, like Charlie Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my pothouse. bout start pouring from Rand oculus as he chokes up on my midst 8"jock cock, already ozzing shag succus down his pharynx, and my vein popping like they were about to burst. Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each slam made a slapping noise as it hit Rand ass. I began goin down his pharynx and pausing a pair of second gear, just to make him flex, then plunging down past his tonsils.

After about 15 minutes of this handling, 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 Thomas More oceanic abyss thrusts down his throat, then look at Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly start blowing our dozens across reef back, and the back of his straits. In fact, we shot so operose that both of us shot each other at our bellys on the first few shots of thick-skulled jock rope. We covered Reef back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped Reeves in the aspect, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his knickers up, I reach for, and fuddle his jersey back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reeves asks, actual sheepish like. I reply in a stern voice,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the jersey on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next order. I simply parliamentary procedure him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the room, and back into the diner.

Parker just looks at me like he did n't consider what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what"? 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 foresighted day. Although I had just pumped a hefty payload down Reeves throat, I was still almost half hard from so much excitement.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jeans, and quickly took my dense jock nitty-gritty into my fist. After just a few strokes, something made me wrick my head around, looking over my shoulder joint.

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

"Well—you gon na sit there and watch, or come do me"?