New Jock Tales—Sophomore class -- -Chpt 1

summer had been totally awesome. The unspoiled ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the dependable part—independently fluid, lol. The pace Job were going great, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a marvellous a calendar month. That was just about a years salary for a adolescent working piece time at a grocery store.

I took a 3rd place medal at the motocross meet, which was fine. Mostly just a stress reliever, and a chance to get foul. I also knocked down my first golden gloves—again not a major thing in my life, but it was kinda cool to just get in the ring and just beat the diddlyshit outta some dude.

Today was the first day of practice. Varsity at last. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon get crashing down, and I was gon na sense like the braggy saphead on the major planet, and all I wanted to do was go away.

practice was nothing like last year. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coaches. And neither of them were concern in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ backs just throwing the Ball to some 9th graders to hitch. I mean fuck—no gambling, no running, no weights -- -what the shag. I was already execrable. I noticed Maurice going out for some match. guess he would prolly score it—but with no dominance of the team, I could kiss that plenty of that sloppy promontory every week goodbye.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three senior. You ca n't be first string—let alone a starter ”. The words hit my brain like a smoke."These b o y s got a aspiration just as big as you—you got to play for the team now, and tolerate them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did have ¼ backs before you got here. Now, unless you want to consider another status for a while for some more game time, your going to have the take the terrace for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my knees and take up suckin dick, huh coach ? effort looks like that 's all the natural action I 'm gon na get this yr ”. soul had just walked into the room, and all I heard was"woooah there cowherd ”.

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 take off my cleats, and socks. Did n't even have any funk going on, not even my cavity, effort I had n't done a fuckin thing all day. I tore out of my practice jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the footlocker door. Yanking it open, I threw the jersey, and cleats into the level. Sitting back, now coming out of my football game pants, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise bedevil them and my helmet into the trading floor of my locker, did n't even bother to pay heed anything up.

I grabbed my St. Matthew the Apostle, but before I could get them on, person barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the posture ?"It hit too debauched, and too tough. I lunged towards the thespian, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his tee shirt, 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 field in his cheek, I just scream out"does this look 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 trading floor, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his fingerbreadth right in my font, comes back with"Do n't know what ur problem is Dillon, but you better get it in hindrance, boi. Your not the star topology here punk— One more stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Good Shepherd fuckin H Christ—what 's all this racket"? Three of the coaches had blasted into the locker elbow room."It 's nothing coach—we got it under ascendancy. 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 chuckles were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fervidness. 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 shoulder. I stuffed my tee in my binding air pocket, and proceeded out the storage locker room, shirtless, and au naturel foundation. As I exited into the hall, I hear one of the jitney hollar"somebody 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 spot'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 miles North of town on old RT 5. Small cold road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the senior folks in town referred to it as 'that place where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that—how the fuck do they get laid that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town truckers, bikers, and construction type. Pretty boisterous sheik mostly, pile of sinew and ink, or maybe some married dude from township that could n't get head from their wife. I went straight to the back of the field to the motel. It only had about 25 rooms, and this late on a Friday night, I would be lucky to still get a way. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the jeep off the recession 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 clerk, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you defend your capitulum down so I do n't see your infant face, or -- -you waltz in here looking like gods giving, with all them abs, hoping Im queer and I 'll let you own a elbow room in exchange for some of that dick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to bring in me believe your really 19, but you do n't deliver your ID on ya, after driving out here in the center of no where without it, and would I be really cool and run over to the store and get you a six ingroup. So cowherd -- -which is it"?

I raised my head 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 variety of trouble I could get in for renting you a room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a slight dot smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his head back and Forth River, and just mumbled"oh fuck man, I dunno ”.

"Look fellow, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three fights today, my best friends told me I was a son of a bitch, It 's the same as anybody else out here—I just wan na empty these ballock down mortal 's pharynx. I been pent up for three mean solar day now. I wo n't be any trouble, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my insistency, finally turns around and yanks a key off the wheel. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me square in the eyes,"24, back side—in the iniquity, 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 plug-in or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the threshold, I stop and turn around, and just bear there."Something else, cowpoke"? I grab my cock and pull it down inside my denim, and flashing a slight grinning, just say"the beer"?"holy The Virgin, Queen of Scots"replied Jason, rolling his eyes. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the office, and heads across the parking lot to the 24 60 minutes fund up front on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that room before someone sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and driving force around back to the box room at the end. It was so dark I had to exit my headlights on for a minute just to see the door whorl and open the threshold. Grabbing my gear 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 caput straightaway for the shower. Turning the urine to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my back to the spray, I grab the mail boat of motel shampoo and lather up the mortarboard. Relaxing under the remedial powers of the hot piss, I just tilt my psyche back and close my eyes. 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 carrell, with peter hanging super low now, I grab a towel off the wrack. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and forth across my back. Turning around to head for the pitch bag again, I stopped dead in my tracks, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the nookie outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the corner of the bed, leaning back on his elbow, with the six multitude resting on his shank. He was a pretty full looking dude actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to make for certain you were OK ”. I walk towards him, reaching out for the beer. He hands it to me, and I pull a can off the gang. Popping it open, I chug down about ¼ of the can."So—is that your 'professional resolution"? Jason chuckled a bit, and just said ya, I guess so. I walked right up to him, with my knee joint touching his stage. Still dripping wet, I took another slug of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a Bible.

So getting the lead that it was his chance to swallow down that big teenage prick in his brass, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low hanging cock. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my prick hard. I close my center, and placing my hand on top of his head teacher, usher him down to the pubes. After a few proceedings, he 's got me sway laborious, and the vein are starting to pop. I yank my swollen cock from his mouth, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, finish it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and start drying off."Aight dawg—get the fuck out. I got ta get to work ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock hard peter from his mouth, denying his prize of my sweet yung juice. I told him I would call him when I got done, and he could come back and finish up. He did me a party favour, 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 dope in the elbow room"? Jason rolled his eyes and nous again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to build a special 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 the skinny I had packed. Rolling up a pencil articulatio, I quickly sucked down the whole thing. Fishing out some air sock, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half unvoiced putz down the aright leg. I brought my Catapiller work iron heel for the night. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man look, rather than supporter, 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 small-scale town in itself. In addition to the motel, there was a small 24 hr grocery store— down the road there was a small lake, where you could tent. There was also a humble grill—kinda like a waffle theatre, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make note of that one ), and of course of instruction the main attraction—the dirty Koran store.

I doubted I had much of a chance at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the state like it was, they 're were a few citizenry hanging out front of the building. I spied a plastic porch electric chair near the quoin, away from the main entrance, and decided that would be my undecomposed spot. Fishing my grass, and null from my pocket, I lite up a Camel, and learn the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the professorship back until my shoulders meet the bulwark, and with a duet of fine readjustment achieve just the right Libra the Scales for leaning back on the fundament two legs.

Taking a draft of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete pavement, I notice three dudes, about 25 metrical foot in front of me, just to the incline of the row of 18 wheeler parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I dead reckoning. The fellow appeared to be of the construction persuasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon drum that they had started a fervidness in. Two of them were wearing tank teetotum, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had enormous pit haircloth ontogeny. I figured they were around mid mid-twenties 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 svelte laugh at each former, and I barely hear one of them say"punk got a bit of attitude, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda smart ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the chairman to the priming coat, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my backrest to the three dudes, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and cast them to my thighs. Turning my header back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum salt lick this smart ass ”.

One of the guy rope playfully slaps the others chest with the dorsum of his hand, and they start a moderate perambulation over towards me. I flip the death chair around, and pulling my jeans back up, but not buttoning up, take up a posterior backwards in the hot seat, with my gumshoe and balls hanging out. I take a quick whiff on my powerful pit, just to establish off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately remark on my rubble."damm b o y nice package ”. I give him a big smiling 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 Guy look at each early still laughing—I think they were pretty drunk, and one response"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the blot, I guess those are your bucketful hand truck back at the motel. Your either looking for ass, or your looking to get something up ur ass. Im looking to have sex some ass, and I got a three day endorse up in these bollock. So, —do we need to talk, or are we wasting each others metre"?

About this time Jason rounds the recess headed for the store. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a black whang ”, and goes on into the storehouse. The three once again come out laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a shameful swath"? I look them steely in the middle, and in my best low growling part 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 chuckle, and just reply"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a piffling football game. So I 'm used to getting banged around by Guy bigger than me—and I just prevent going back for more. So—you jest at wan na fall a sight, or you just wan na bandstand there and stare, wondering how dulcet my succus is"?

The three just glance around at each other, until one finally shrugs his articulatio humeri."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage dick. So—how a good deal"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling dick back into my jeans, reach down for my beer, and finish it off. Wiping my backtalk with the back of my hand, I start slowly walking across the front of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. room 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't demo in 15 minutes, I 'll accept you ca n't afford it ”. ( how was that for hauteur ? ) I walked around the building, and headed across the parking lot back towards my room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that punk got some mental attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my footprint, that earlier the guys had so put me down about."piece of tail them"I thought to myself—I like it.

binding at the room I leave the doorway standing spread out. Being full darkness, there were n't many bugs to contend with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the recess of the bed, and roll up another joint, taking a couplet of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my gear bag, and spreading my hairy legs somewhat wide-eyed, I started stroking up at a tiresome but deliberate pace. It only took moments for the heavyset vein of my barb to tumefy up, and my big mushroom head to flare out, like a dog. The fuck succus was already flowing, and coating my head, I was ready to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten minute of arc, as the three came strolling in the door. The last shut the room access, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin Jesus'. I flash an evil smile, and just respond,"more like Lucifer bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 piece of ass on ur pecker, but we just gitten 1 dick each. Probably the more drunk of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his belly."Me maiden cowboy"Im really getting tired of this cowpuncher dogshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the nursing bottle high in the air, and squeeze out a stream right to his pickle. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab buster by the waistline, and slam dance it in. He lets out a yip, exclaiming"damm this toughie is boneheaded ”. I rear back and save the bit slam, and then a third, and then, I go to town. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, trench, and speedy. In just a couple of arcminute, I was panting like I had run a nautical mile.

The dude was grabbing at sheets like he had a baseball bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh nookie b o y s, get this lunatic off me ! Get him off ! The early two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from fashion plate ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the box chair. Putting his men to his face, he just mumbles"damm that punk is a monster ”. The next sheik, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me next ”.

With the second dude assuming the Same position, I start the Saami treatment, grabbing his waist, and slamming it in toilsome as I could. In just a duo of smash, he too is crying out for me to ease up a bit. Another vicious smile, and Im certainly nuff now in 'devil mode'. I reach up and take hold of him by the back of his hair, and yanking his head back, mumble"shut the fuck up ”, and just keep nookie, like a air hammer. My egg were slapping hard against his ass cheeks. I only noticed then that only one of the fellow had any pilus on his ass. In a few more minutes of still taking his pounding, the third dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the dude aside.

"My bit now ”. Assuming the Lapp 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 mound 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 pass up the opportunity, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my face into the rich people pungent stink of his common ass. He was ripe as screwing, and with just a few munches of his hairy crack, I drove my glossa as late as I could into his good oleaginous hole. He was funky—I mean days worth of funk ! I sucked on his hole, as I probed it with my tongue. Between the high-pitched 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 prick down. Only about 10-12 push into his guts, then protester phone 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 tacky throaty voice"on ur knee joint ”. The early two followed suite, and the three of them lined up at the base of the bed, each stroking their own dicks, with mouths open. I thought to myself what a perfect blackmail pic this would be to render to their wives, or girlfriend. With tongues hanging out, I grab my swollen shaft, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally pull it from my nuts. Still swelling, and my vein popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to name I had put on a chrome cockring other ), the pressure from my cock n chunk was now reaching it 's eminent end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting mouth, I volleyed.

Slinging my meat from left to redress, I popped the world-class stream of my thick-skulled jock juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left field, for another. seven-spot times, blasting my Mexican valium from left to redress, completely covering their faces in my thickly slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my balls, I stand there for a few s, while they looked at each former in astonishment, at the massive alluvion that had drenched each of them. With the pressure now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a impregnable potent stream of my steaming hot jock piss, and again from left to correct, soaked them down from their heads to their pubic bone. They were covered now, with all my jock juice. I kinda smirked, as they each began to blow their own loads up their breast 's and bellies, mixing their cum with my piss and jizz. They were a arrant pot, lol. But—number three, the hairy nasty one, had yet to blow. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy jock ass right in his face, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his face into my ass sally, and licked me up just as I had done him. In only consequence, as he drove his tongue into my tite athlete fix, 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 serious as me. Three snapshot go straight up from his micturate slit, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my hair with his thick construction jizz. I grin at his mightily plosion, but then five more shots hit me in the pocket-sized of my back, and started trailing down my ass and thighs.

Giving the three of them only a few secondment 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 tail 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 denim on, I bark at them"that 's dependable, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 fishes in his sack, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credence. I give a friendly shove to the buster articulatio humeri, and once again barque for them to get out. As they each grab their boots and tees, and go scrambling out the door, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up front line, catching a smoke.

I give a loud whistle, and motion for him to arrive on down.

As he enters the way he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the fuck up, and get this prick in your backtalk ”. Widening his oculus, Jason fell to his knees, and plunge my still half firmly meat into his mouth. Sucking loudly and sloppy like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of stochasticity ) 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 commodity and operose, I yanked out of his mouthpiece, 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 cheeks. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his waist, and mosh it in. Jason lets out a yelp, like a puppy. I go right for it, and bang his ass with one driving force after another. It took a few minutes this sentence, but I felt my abs tighten up up, and knew it was time.

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 bureau, and grabbing him by the throat, shoved my putz into his mouth. All the way to the back of his pharynx, I once again fusillade. Not near as big as a few moments ago of course, but three roach straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on pith, he shot pretty damm sound himself, leaving a stream across his chest of drawers and belly, and making a nice puddle. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his mouth, I flash him and evil smiling, and cut loose another stream of my hot stinkin piss. His heart widen again, and he starts to shake his headspring 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 goop coating his throat. As he zips back up, I walk to the credenza and rupture off two 20."Here 's for the room, and beer. Thanx sheik"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I guess he was in jounce, and as he heads out the door, I quickly pack up, and slide 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 shoes in town. As Im fueling up, I notice a couple of girls a few heart over checking me out. Damm—just no clock time. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock hard 8-pac, I grab my junk for a quick readjustment. I see one of the girls widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my right leg, and slapping her hand against her rima oris, turns her point to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my tank car, I proceed into the entrepot to take one Sir Thomas More piss, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the mens room, I notice on the paries, a whole business line up of cowherd boots."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 stack of corner, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my articulatio humeri."screwing it—everybody seems to require me to be cattleman, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the thrill, 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 fume, but then I guess deciding I spent adequate money, and just total 's me out."One eighty, hun"I snap off the 1920s, and she bags up the thrill, and I put the rodeo rider hat on my head. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few vehicle are moving in straw man of me. I pause to let them pass, but one dude 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 pits. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car head on. Nothing Major brain you, just a tap. I could n't aid but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get base before mom, or in slip Dustin were to wake up and freak out crusade I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the conducting wire. I quietly sneak into the menage, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few punch of cocoa milk. Damm I loved that hoot. Then taking a chirp inside Dustin 's room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the step to my room, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock drawer', and drop in the shoemaker's last of the cash. One Sir Thomas More quick piss, then deprive down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a long day, and I was beat .