New Jock Tales—Sophomore twelvemonth -- -Chpt 1

summertime had been totally awesome. The substantially ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the trump part—independently mobile, lol. The yard jobs were going great, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about one-half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a month. That was just about a years salary for a teen working part metre at a market store.

I took a 3rd place ribbon at the motocross meet, which was fine. Mostly just a stress fill-in, and a chance to get sordid. I also knocked down my first golden gloves—again not a major matter in my life, but it was kinda cool to just get in the ring and just exhaust the prick outta some dude.

Today was the first off 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 biggest gull on the planet, and all I wanted to do was disappear.

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 interested in my stimulation. All that was happening was us five ¼ cover just throwing the testis to some 9th graders to captivate. I mean fuck—no plays, no running, no weight unit -- -what the fuck. I was already pitiful. I noticed Maurice going out for some grab. shot he would prolly constitute it—but with no controller of the team, I could osculate that tidy sum of that overemotional point every hebdomad goodbye.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three elder. You ca n't be showtime string—let alone a starter ”. The Son hit my encephalon like a hummer."These b o y s got a dream just as big as you—you got to trifle for the team now, and confirm 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 biz time, your going to give birth the take the bench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my articulatio genus and start suckin putz, huh coach ? Cause looks like that 's all the action mechanism I 'm gon na get this year ”. person had just walked into the room, and all I heard was"woooah there rodeo rider ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the locker way. Slamming into my cabinet door made a few question turn. I sat on the work bench to take off my cleats, and air sock. Did n't even deliver any funk going on, not even my pits, cause I had n't done a fuckin thing all day. I tore out of my practice jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the locker threshold. Yanking it assailable, I threw the tee shirt, and cleat into the storey. Sitting back, now coming out of my football pants, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise cast off them and my helmet into the floor of my cabinet, did n't even bother to string up anything up.

I grabbed my St. Matthew, but before I could get them on, someone barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the attitude ?"It hit too fast, and too hard. I lunged towards the instrumentalist, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his T-shirt, slammed him into the row of lockers just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his chest and shoving my athlete rightfulness in his face, I just scream out"does this look like a b o y to you"?

In minute 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 story, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his finger right in my font, comes back with"Do n't know what ur problem is Dillon, but you better 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 dissonance"? Three of the autobus had blasted into the locker 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 fire. I turned back to my locker, and sat again on the work bench, just long enough to tie up my PF broadside, and sling them around my shoulder. I stuffed my tee in my spine pocket, and proceeded out the cabinet room, shirtless, and bare invertebrate foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the coach hollar"individual git him—see what the fuck is up his ass ”.

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

I arrived at 'the situation'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 miles North of town on old RT 5. modest dusty route in the center of nowhere. Some of the elderly family line in township referred to it as 'that post where the gay go'. I laughed my ass off the first meter I heard that—how the roll in the hay do they know that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town teamster, bikers, and construction types. Pretty rough fop mostly, sight of brawn and ink, or maybe some conjoin dude from town that could n't get head from their wife. I went straight to the spinal column of the field to the motel. It only had about 25 way, and this later on a Friday Night, I would be favourable to still get a room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the jeep off the corner of the building. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my ball cap down over my eyebrow, I stroll into the anteroom. Holding my head kinda downwards, I glance up at the clerk, and just say"got ta way left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you hold your head down so I do n't see your baby face, or -- -you waltz in here looking like deity natural endowment, with all them abs, hoping Im queen and I 'll let you have a room in central for some of that dick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to shit me think your really 19, but you do n't have your ID on ya, after driving out here in the centre of no where without it, and would I be really cool and run over to the store and get you a six pack. So cowboy -- -which is it"?

I raised my head up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'right field in the fount, 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 slender back breaker smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his header 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 conflict today, my best champion told me I was a pecker, It 's the same as anybody else out here—I just wan na empty these balls down someone 's pharynx. I been pent up for three days now. I wo n't be any trouble, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my pressure sensation, 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 wickedness, 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 circuit board or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the door, I stop and turn around, and just tolerate there."Something else, puncher"? I grab my tool and pull it down inside my jean, and flashing a svelte grin, just say"the beer"?"sanctum Mary, queen of Scot"replied Jason, rolling his eyes. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the office, and psyche 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 drive 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 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 head straight for the shower. Turning the water to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my binding to the spray, I grab the packet boat of motel shampoo and lather up the mortarboard. Relaxing under the therapeutical powers of the hot water, I just tilt my head back and shut down my centre. I only stay in the rain shower a few arcminute, in spitefulness of how just it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the cubicle, with dick hanging exceedingly low now, I grab a towel off the rack. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and Forth River across my back. Turning around to header for the gear bag again, I stopped dead in my cartroad, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the fuck outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the corner of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, with the six ring resting on his waist. He was a pretty good looking beau actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to have sure you were OK ”. I walk towards him, reaching out for the beer. He hands it to me, and I pull a can off the ring. Popping it out-of-doors, 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 punch of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a word.

So getting the pinch that it was his luck to live with down that big teenage dick in his case, Jason grabs me by my thigh, and gulps down my low suspension dick. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my shaft hard. I close my oculus, and placing my mitt on top of his read/write head, usher him down to the os pubis. After a few minutes, he 's got me rock hard, and the veins are starting to pop. I yank my swollen shaft from his mouth, and retrieving my beer from the credence, cease it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and start out drying off."Aight dawg—get the screw out. I got ta get to make ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock arduous cock from his mouth, denying his prize of my sweet yung juice. I told him I would yell him when I got done, and he could come up back and finish 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 dumbbell in the way"? Jason rolled his eye and heading again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to work up a limited clink for me"I took that to intend ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the small bag of dope I had packed. Rolling up a pencil joint, I quickly sucked down the totally thing. Fishing out some drogue, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half firmly gumshoe down the in good order leg. I brought my Catapiller employment boots for the Night. figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man feeling, rather than jock, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the eternal sleep into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike out 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 town in itself. In addition to the motel, there was a modest 24 hr food market store— down the route there was a small lake, where you could camp. There was also a small grill—kinda like a waffle house, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make note of that one ), and of form the main attraction—the dirty book entrepot.

I doubted I had much of a hazard at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the country like it was, they 're were a few people hanging out nominal head of the building. I spied a plastic porch chair near the corner, away from the master entranceway, and decided that would be my best smirch. Fishing my smokes, and cypher from my air hole, I lite up a Camel, and strike the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the death chair back until my articulatio humeri meet the wall, and with a yoke of amercement adjustments reach just the compensate proportion for leaning back on the rear two wooden leg.

Taking a swig of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three dudes, about 25 feet in battlefront of me, just to the side of the row of 18 Wheeler parked along the wayside. About 11 of them I dead reckoning. The dudes appeared to be of the building view, and were standing around a 55 gallon barrelful that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing tank elevation, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had enormous pit hair development. I figured they were around mid twenties to too soon 30 or so. Like me, they each had Levi 's on, and study 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 laugh at each other, 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 chair to the ground, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my dorsum to the three dudes, I pop the push button on my 501 's, and knock off them to my thigh. Turning my head back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum lick this smart ass ”.

One of the guy wire playfully slaps the others chest with the back of his hand, and they start a chair saunter over towards me. I flip the chairman around, and pulling my jean back up, but not buttoning up, take a buttocks backwards in the hot seat, with my dick and ball hanging out. I take a quickly whiff on my right pit, just to show off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately scuttlebutt on my junk."damm b o y nice software package ”. I give him a big grin 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 Sojourner Truth just a bit for the sales pitch ) The guys look at each other 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 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 balls. So, —do we need to verbalise, or are we wasting each others time"?

About this clip Jason rounds the nook headed for the computer memory. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a black smash ”, and goes on into the store. The three once again embark on laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a blacken whack"? I look them steely in the eyes, and in my best 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 guy wire fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This time, I do the chuckle, and just answer"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a little football. So I 'm used to getting banged around by cat large than me—and I just keep open going back for more. So—you rib wan na strike a plenty, or you just wan na stand there and stare, wondering how sweet 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 much"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling tool back into my blue jean, 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 front of the bookstall."Six hundred—cash. way 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't show in 15 min, I 'll simulate you ca n't open it ”. ( how was that for arrogance ? ) I walked around the edifice, and headed across the parking lot back towards my way. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that hoodlum got some mental attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my footstep, that earlier the guys had so put me down about."screw them"I thought to myself—I like it.

Back at the way I leave the door standing open. Being total duskiness, there were n't many hemipterous insect to fence with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and roll up another roast, taking a span of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my appurtenance bag, and spreading my hairy legs somewhat wide of the mark, I started stroking up at a slacken but deliberate gait. It only took moments for the thick vein of my shaft of light to swell up up, and my big mushroom cloud head to blaze up out, like a dog. The fuck juice was already course, and coating my chief, I was ready to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten mo, as the three came strolling in the door. The live on shut the threshold, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin christ'. I flash an malevolent 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 dick, but we just gitten 1 peter each. Probably the more wino of the three gets a big smile, and lays across the end of the bed on his belly."Me first puncher"Im really getting tired of this cowpuncher bullshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the feeding bottle high up in the air, and wedge out a stream right field to his hole. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab dandy by the waist, and bang it in. He lets out a yelp, exclaiming"damm this punk is thick ”. I rear back and deliver the second gibe, and then a tertiary, and then, I go to township. A relentless ravishment on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a couple of second, I was panting like I had run a mile.

The dude was grabbing at plane like he had a baseball bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh fuck b o y s, get this lunatic off me ! Get him off ! The former two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from dudes ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the street corner chair. Putting his hands to his side, he just mumbles"damm that thug is a behemoth ”. The next dude, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me next ”.

With the second sheik assuming the same berth, I start the Saami treatment, grabbing his shank, and slamming it in intemperate as I could. In just a couplet of strike, he too is crying out for me to ease up a bit. Another evil grin, and Im sure as shooting nuff now in 'devil mode'. I reach up and grab him by the back of his hair, and yanking his headspring back, mumble"shut the fuck up ”, and just keep piece of ass, like a air hammer. My nuts were slapping hard against his ass cheeks. I only noticed then that only one of the dandy had any hair on his ass. In a few More minutes of still taking his throbbing, the third dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the gallant aside.

"My turn now ”. Assuming the Lapp speckle, on the recess of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his hole, I pause and soak in the beautiful hairy mounds of his ass. He was so dense up in his crack, that you could barely notice 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 human face into the rich people pungent malodour of his unwashed ass. He was mature as screwing, and with just a few munches of his hairy crack, I drove my tongue as bass as I could into his ripe greasy golf hole. He was funky—I mean days worth of funk ! I sucked on his hollow, as I probed it with my tongue. Between the high up from the skunk, and the reek of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a proper pecker down. Only about 10-12 drive into his intestine, then dissident 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 loud throaty representative"on ur genu ”. The other two followed suite, and the three of them lined up at the base of the bed, each stroking their own prick, with mouths outdoors. I thought to myself what a perfect blackmail pic this would be to render to their wife, or lady friend. With glossa hanging out, I grab my swollen shaft, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally extract it from my en. Still swelling, and my nervure popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to mention I had put on a chrome cockring former ), the pressure from my cock n clump was now reaching it 's eminent end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting oral fissure, I volleyed.

Slinging my nitty-gritty from left to redress, I popped the first stream of my loggerheaded jockstrap juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left field, for another. 7 times, blasting my forget me drug from left to redress, completely covering their faces in my thick-skulled slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my lump, I stand there for a few second gear, while they looked at each other in amazement, at the massive flood that had drenched each of them. With the pressure 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, overcharge them down from their headway to their os pubis. They were covered now, with all my jock succus. I kinda smirk, as they each began to blow their own consignment up their dresser 's and bellies, mixing their cum with my piss and jizz. They were a complete pile, lol. But—number three, the hairy nasty one, had yet to botch. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy athlete ass right in his face, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his brass into my ass crack, and licked me up just as I had done him. In solely moments, as he drove his knife into my tite athletic supporter maw, he finally busts. Falling back, with his dorsum into the bed, and his head tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as good as me. Three shooting go straight up from his piss slit, landing right in the sally of my ass, coating my hairs with his thick construction jizz. I grin at his powerful explosion, but then five to a greater extent dig hit me in the humble of my dorsum, and started trailing down my ass and thighs.

Giving the three of them only a few bit to convalesce, and spitting into the facial expression of the one in the middle, I then Holy Order them to get dressed, pay up, and get the fuck out. One objects with"do n't we get a towel to pass over 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 dungaree on, I bark at them"that 's good, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 fish 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 favorable shove to the fellow shoulder, and once again bark 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 forepart, catching a smoke.

I give a meretricious whistle, and motion for him to number on down.

As he enters the elbow room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the shtup up, and get this cock in your mouth ”. Widening his oculus, Jason fell to his knee, and steep my still half hard substance into his sassing. Sucking loudly and sloppy like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of racket ) 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 sound and hard, I yanked out of his mouth, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his dungaree to his ankle 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 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 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 randomness 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 prick into his backtalk. All the way to the vertebral column of his throat, I once again burst. Not near as big as a few import ago of course of study, but three ropes straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on essence, he shot pretty damm honorable himself, leaving a stream across his chest and belly, and making a nice puddle. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his mouth, I flash him and evil grin, and cut liberal another stream of my hot stinkin piss. His oculus 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 water is best, right ?

He manages to fuddle 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 credenza and snarl off two twenties."Here 's for the way, and beer. Thanx dandy"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I guess he was in impact, and as he heads out the threshold, I quickly wad up, and slide back into my 501 's. Skipping the air sock, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the road, and point for home.

As I approach town, I decide to wheel into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any blank space in Town. As Im fueling up, I notice a couple of girlfriend a few heart over checking me out. Damm—just no time. Still shirtless, and flexing my sway hard 8-pac, I grab my junk for a quick adjustment. I see one of the girls widen her center, as now my rod is hanging down my rightfield leg, and slapping her hand against her mouth, turns her head to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the heart, then grabbing my tank, I proceed into the store to postulate one more water, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the hands way, I notice on the bulwark, a whole line up of cowboy the boot."Fuck ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few arcminute, break up out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the stack of boxwood, I find a sz 12. holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulders."nooky it—everybody seems to want me to be rodeo rider, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the boot, 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 weed, but then I guess deciding I spent adequate money, and just total 's me out."One eighty, hun"I snap off the twenties, and she bags up the boots, and I put the cattleman hat on my foreland. Strolling across the lot, back to my landrover, a few vehicle are moving in front of me. I pause to let them communicate, but one buster is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my properly 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 headway on. Nothing major head you, just a tap. I could n't help but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get habitation before mom, or in case Dustin were to awake up and freak out out movement I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the wire. I quietly sneak into the house, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few slugs of chocolate milk. Damm I loved that shit. Then taking a peek interior Dustin 's room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the steps to my room, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock drawer', and drop in the finally of the Johnny Cash. One more nimble piss, then strip down, and plump down belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a long day, and I was beat .