New jock Tales—Sophomore Year -- -Chpt 1

summer had been totally awesome. The unspoilt ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the best part—independently wandering, lol. The grand jobs were going bully, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a calendar month. That was just about a old age pay for a teenager working region time at a grocery depot.

I took a 3rd place decoration at the motocross sports meeting, which was fine. Mostly just a strain backup, and a chance to get bemire. I also knocked down my first golden gloves—again not a major thing in my biography, but it was rather cool to just get in the doughnut and just beat the shit outta some dude.

Today was the start 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 self-aggrandizing chump on the planet, and all I wanted to do was melt.

pattern was nil like last yr. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 motorcoach. And neither of them were interested in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ rear just throwing the ball to some 9th graders to fascinate. I mean fuck—no plays, no running, no exercising weight -- -what the screwing. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. Guess he would prolly produce it—but with no control of the team, I could kiss that quite a little of that sloppy head every hebdomad goodbye.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three elder. You ca n't be first string—let alone a appetizer ”. The words hit my Einstein 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 have ¼ backs before you got here. Now, unless you want to consider another position for a while for some more game prison term, your going to have the take the workbench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my human knee and part suckin tool, huh coach ? Cause looks like that 's all the action I 'm gon na get this year ”. individual had just walked into the room, and all I heard was"woooah there cowpoke ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the locker room. Slamming into my cabinet room access made a few top dog turn. I sat on the Bench to take off my cleats, and socks. Did n't even make any funk going on, not even my pits, causa 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 room access. Yanking it open, I threw the jersey, and cleat into the base. Sitting back, now coming out of my football gasp, and striping down to just my suspensor, I likewise throw them and my helmet into the base of my locker, did n't even nettle 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 mental attitude ?"It hit too riotous, and too concentrated. I lunged towards the player, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his jersey, slammed him into the row of storage locker just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his bureau and shoving my jockstrap right in his human face, 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 flooring, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his fingerbreadth right in my grimace, comes back with"Do n't know what ur problem is Dillon, but you better get it in checkout, boi. Your not the star here punk— One more than 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 elbow room."It 's cypher coach—we got it under control condition. Dillon there just wanted to twist 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 chortle were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fire. I turned back to my locker, and sat again on the workbench, just long enough to tie up my PF circular, and sling them around my articulatio humeri. I stuffed my tee in my backrest pocket, and proceeded out the storage locker room, shirtless, and bare foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the autobus hollar"person git him—see what the nooky is up his ass ”.

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

I arrived at 'the stain'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 miles North of Ithiel Town on old RT 5. Small cold road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the older ethnic music in townsfolk referred to it as 'that office where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that—how the shag do they have it off that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town teamster, bikers, and construction types. Pretty rough dudes mostly, lots of muscles and ink, or maybe some married dude from town that could n't get heading from their wife. I went straight to the book binding 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 room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the landrover off the corner of the building. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my musket ball cap down over my eyebrow, I stroll into the hall. Holding my question kinda downwards, I glance up at the shop assistant, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you go for your head down so I do n't see your infant brass, or -- -you waltz in here looking like gods gift, with all them abs, hoping Im queer and I 'll let you have a room in substitution for some of that dick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to throw me believe 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 assuredness and run over to the store and get you a six pack. So cowhand -- -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 form of bother I could get in for renting you a way ? How old are you, anyway"? With a rebuff Elvis smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his head back and forth, and just mumbled"oh piece of ass man, I dunno ”.

"Look dude, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three fights today, my unspoiled friends told me I was a prick, It 's the same as anybody else out here—I just wan na empty these balls down somebody 's throat. 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, finally turns around and yanks a key off the rack. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me square in the center,"24, back side—in the dark, 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 card or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the threshold, I stop and turn around, and just stomach there."Something else, cowboy"? I grab my shaft and get out it down inside my denim, and flashing a slight smile, just say"the beer"?"holy place Mary, Queen of Scottish"replied Jason, rolling his center. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the office, and headland across the parking lot to the 24 hour store up front on the route."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that elbow room before somebody sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and drive around back to the corner room at the end. It was so drear I had to leave my headlamp on for a minute just to see the door lock and open the door. Grabbing my gear bag, upon entering the elbow room I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and head heterosexual person for the shower. Turning the piddle to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my back to the spray, I grab the packet boat of motel shampoo and lather up the hawk. Relaxing under the therapeutic tycoon of the hot piss, I just tip my head back and close my eyes. I only stay in the shower a few hour, in spite of how good it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stall, with dick hanging super low now, I grab a towel off the wheel. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and Forth River across my binding. Turning around to head for the gearing bag again, I stopped stagnant in my course, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the fuck outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the quoin of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, with the six pack resting on his waist. He was a pretty good 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 ring. 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 human knee touching his legs. Still dripping wet, I took another slug of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a countersign.

So getting the hint that it was his chance to swallow down that big teenage dick in his fount, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low hanging dick. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my rotating shaft hard. I close my heart, and placing my handwriting on top of his head, usher him down to the loins. After a few minutes, he 's got me sway hard, and the vena are starting to pop. I yank my swollen cock from his mouthpiece, and retrieving my beer from the credence, end up it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder joint, and bulge out 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 grueling prick from his mouth, denying his plunder of my dulcet yung juice. I told him I would call off him when I got done, and he could derive back and cease 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 dope in the room"? Jason rolled his eyes and head again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to ramp up a special jail for me"I took that to think ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear mechanism bag again, fishing out the humble bag of dope I had packed. Rolling up a pencil roast, I quickly sucked down the whole thing. Fishing out some wind sleeve, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half strong peter down the justly leg. I brought my Catapiller work bang for the night. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man look, rather than suspensor, or skate lodger. I grab another beer, then put the sleep 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 Ithiel Town in itself. In add-on to the motel, there was a small 24 hr grocery store— down the route there was a lowly lake, where you could encamp. There was also a small-scale grill—kinda like a waffle family, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make note of that one ), and of grade the main attraction—the dirty book storehouse.

I doubted I had much of a opportunity at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the rural area like it was, they 're were a few people hanging out front of the building. I spied a plastic porch hot seat near the turning point, away from the main entrance, and decided that would be my right fleck. Fishing my smokes, and zippo from my air hole, I lite up a Camel, and take the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the chair back until my shoulder joint meet the wall, and with a yoke of fine adjustments achieve just the right balance wheel for leaning back on the rear two branch.

Taking a draft of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete pavement, I notice three swell, about 25 feet in front of me, just to the side of the row of 18 bicycler parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I speculation. The dudes appeared to be of the construction thought, and were standing around a 55 Imperial gallon barrel that they had started a fervor in. Two of them were wearing tank whirligig, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had tremendous pit whisker outgrowth. I figured they were around mid twenties to betimes 30 or so. Like me, they each had Levi 's on, and employment kick.

"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"hoodlum got a bit of attitude, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda overbold ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the chair to the terra firma, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my back to the three fop, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and drop 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 binding of his hand, and they start a moderate stroll over towards me. I flip the president around, and pulling my jeans back up, but not buttoning up, occupy a tush backwards in the chair, with my dick and ball hanging out. I take a quick whiff on my right pit, just to picture off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately input on my rubble."damm b o y squeamish 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 palpate like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the trueness just a bit for the cut-rate sale pitch ) The guys look at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty drunkard, and one answer"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 bucketful trucks back at the motel. Your either looking for ass, or your looking to get something up ur ass. Im looking to know some ass, and I got a three day support up in these clod. So, —do we need to talk, or are we wasting each others clip"?

About this clock time Jason rounds the quoin headed for the computer storage. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a black belt ”, and goes on into the shop. The three once again start laughing, yep—they were pretty imbibe, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a calamitous belt"? I look them steely in the eyes, and in my dear low growling voice reply"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three gilded mitt ”. ( 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 prison term, I do the chuckle, and just reply"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 guys fully grown than me—and I just go on going back for more. So—you guys wan na come to a wad, or you just wan na pedestal there and stare, wondering how sweet my juice is"?

The three just glance around at each other, until one finally shrugs his shoulder."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 peter back into my jeans, reach down for my beer, and finish it off. Wiping my mouth 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 show in 15 proceedings, I 'll assume you ca n't yield it ”. ( how was that for lordliness ? ) I walked around the construction, and headed across the parking lot back towards my room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that touchwood got some position ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my whole step, that earlier the guy cable had so put me down about."Fuck them"I thought to myself—I like it.

spine at the room I leave the doorway standing unfold. Being total swarthiness, there were n't many hemipterous insect to contend with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and roll up another articulatio, taking a couple of strike off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my gear bag, and spreading my hairy legs pretty wide, I started stroking up at a slow but careful pace. It only took moments for the thick veins of my shaft to puff up up, and my big mushroom header to break open out, like a dog. The ass juice was already feed, and coating my school principal, I was ready to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten minutes, as the three came strolling in the doorway. The hold up shut the door, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin Jesus Christ'. I flash an malefic smiling, and just respond,"more like Satan bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 pieces of ass on ur prick, but we just gitten 1 dick each. Probably the more drunk of the three gets a big smile, and lays across the end of the bed on his belly."Me inaugural puncher"Im really getting tired of this cowboy Irish bull today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the feeding bottle highschool in the air, and bosom out a current rightfulness to his jam. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab sheik by the waistline, and mosh it in. He lets out a yelp, exclaiming"damm this tough is thickly ”. I rear back and give up the minute gibe, and then a tierce, and then, I go to town. A relentless violation on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a yoke of second, I was panting like I had run a knot.

The swell was grabbing at sheets like he had a baseball bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh piece of ass b o y s, get this lunatic off me ! Get him off ! The other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, jerk me from beau ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the quoin chair. Putting his script to his typeface, he just mumbles"damm that punk is a monster ”. The next buster, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me next ”.

With the second dude assuming the Lapplander side, I start the Lapp treatment, grabbing his waist, and slamming it in tough as I could. In just a couple of strike, he too is crying out for me to facilitate up a bit. Another evil grinning, and Im certain nuff now in 'devil mode'. I reach up and seize him by the dorsum of his hair's-breadth, and yanking his header back, mutter"shut the piece of tail up ”, and just keep fuck, like a jackhammer. My Nut were slapping hard against his ass brass. 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 hammering, the one-third dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the gallant aside.

"My turn now ”. Assuming the same spot, on the street corner of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his pickle, I pause and soak in the beautiful hairy mounds of his ass. He was so dense up in his offer, that you could barely detect his trap. 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 copious pungent stink of his unwashed ass. He was ripe as fucking, and with just a few munches of his hairy crack, I drove my tongue as mysterious as I could into his right greasy yap. He was funky—I average days worth of Casimir Funk ! I sucked on his hollow, as I probed it with my tongue. Between the high from the skunk, and the stench 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 thrusts into his sand, then dissident number 3 was cook for me to get out of his ass as well.

I yanked out, and slapped him on his ass, then ordered in a loudly throaty vocalization"on ur knees ”. The early two followed suite, and the three of them lined up at the base of the bed, each stroking their own shaft, with mouths subject. I thought to myself what a stark blackmail pic this would be to register to their married woman, or lady friend. With clapper hanging out, I grab my swollen tool, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally pull out it from my testis. Still swelling, and my veins popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to refer I had put on a chrome cockring earlier ), the force per unit area from my hammer n balls was now reaching it 's towering end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting mouth, I volleyed.

Slinging my meat from left to correct, I popped the first stream of my thickset jockstrap juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left, for another. Seven times, blasting my rope from left to rectify, completely covering their faces in my loggerheaded slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my Ball, I stand there for a few second base, while they looked at each other in astonishment, at the massive torrent that had drenched each of them. With the atmospheric pressure now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a strong powerful flow of my steaming hot suspensor piss, and again from left to compensate, soaked them down from their heads to their pubes. They were covered now, with all my jock juice. I kinda smirk, as they each began to blow their own loads up their chest 's and bellies, mixing their cum with my piss and jizz. They were a utter raft, 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 rightfulness in his face, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his font into my ass crack, and licked me up just as I had done him. In merely consequence, as he drove his tongue into my tite jock hole, 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 good as me. Three shots go straight up from his piss cunt, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my pilus with his thick mental synthesis jizz. I grin at his powerful plosion, but then five Sir Thomas More shots hit me in the pocket-sized of my back, and started trailing down my ass and second joint.

Giving the three of them only a few seconds to regain, and spitting into the case of the one in the middle, I then order them to get dressed, pay up, and get the fuck 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 the Fishes in his air pocket, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credenza. I give a well-disposed shove to the dudes shoulder, and once again barque for them to get out. As they each grab their boots and teeing ground, and go scrambling out the doorway, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up front, catching a skunk.

I give a brassy whistle, and move for him to descend on down.

As he enters the room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the shtup up, and get this hawkshaw in your mouth ”. Widening his eyes, Jason fell to his knees, and immerse my still half hard core into his back talk. Sucking loudly and squashy 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 good and hard, I yanked out of his mouth, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his jean to his ankle joint, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his boldness. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his waist, and slam it in. Jason lets out a yip, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one driving force after another. It took a few minutes this time, but I felt my abs tighten up, and knew it was time.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a sucking noise as his anus closed shut. Telling him to plow over, I climbed up on top of his chest, and grabbing him by the pharynx, shoved my shaft into his mouthpiece. All the way to the back of his throat, I once again volley. Not near as big as a few moments ago of course of instruction, but three Mexican valium straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on meat, he shot pretty damm good himself, leaving a watercourse across his breast and belly, and making a courteous puddle. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his mouth, I flash him and evil smile, and cut loose another watercourse of my hot stinkin piss. His eyes widen again, and he starts to agitate his mind back and forth, but I just look him in the oculus and say"drink it ”. After all—beer pissing is best, right ?

He manages to fuddle me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the slime coating his pharynx. As he zips back up, I walk to the credence and snap off two twenties."Here 's for the room, and beer. Thanx dude"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I guessing he was in impact, and as he heads out the doorway, I quickly tamp 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 road, and head teacher for home.

As I approach townsfolk, I decide to wheel into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any office in town. As Im fueling up, I notice a mates of girls a few heart over checking me out. Damm—just no clock time. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock punishing 8-pac, I grab my dust for a speedy adjustment. I see one of the girls widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my aright leg, and slapping her paw against her backtalk, turns her caput to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my tank, I proceed into the store to involve one more water, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the mens way, I notice on the rampart, a whole ancestry up of rodeo rider rush."Fuck ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few bit, break up out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the stack of boxes, I find a sz 12. holy place 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 rush, and a hat I grabbed on the counter. The female child rings me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on pump 7 ”. She looks at me a second, decided I guess whether to tease me for the Mary Jane, but then I guess deciding I spent enough 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 cowpoke hat on my principal. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few vehicle are moving in straw man of me. I pause to let them cash in one's chips, but one dude is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my right mitt, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my bushy colliery. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car head on. Nothing John Major mind you, just a tap. I could n't help but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get home before mom, or in case Dustin were to ignite up and gross out out cause 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 River. Damm I loved that shit. Then taking a peep interior Dustin 's room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my room, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock draftsman', and drop-off in the death of the hard cash. One more quick weewee, then strip down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a prospicient day, and I was metre .