New jock Tales -- -Freshman Year -- Chapter 6 -- -The Aftermath

I head back to the showers after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty quick. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the prescribed company will be down at the buffet car, and mom said they would have spare help for the expected crowd. By the time I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the subject to get my lil bro.

He and his three mgr buddy, along with some other volunteer were busy in the stand picking up the trash left behind. I gave them a gaudy 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 drive to the dining car. shtup. Glancing around the lot I can see only one familiar facial expression -- -Parker. shag. I blow a gaudy 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 easy path to the dining compartment, and invite them to hail in as well—it would be on me. In the involvement of sportsmanship, they agree to come in for some eats.

But as we entered the diner, it seemed that sportsmanship was checked at the room access. The brawl that was going on inside was beyond impression. Every jock in the place was engaged in all out war. No longer wearing the protective gear mechanism of the uniform, there was more than b l o o d flying around than had been at the plot. Parker and me just look at each early. Mom and the early waitresses were huddled in a corner—I guessed that no one had even called the cops.

Putting my two first fingers to my rima oris, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the sort that made andiron ululation. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Charles Christopher Parker. I cough a couple of prison term, and top my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Parker to subscribe to a seat in one of the few left standing tabular array, I announce,"Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam -- -against the rampart ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and line up against the long wall of the dining car.

Continuing, I then speak in still a brassy voice,"Mustangs, midpoint of the room ”. The team moves into a powwow as ordered."After my mom figures up the hurt here—it will be paid for from the gymnastic fund. I do n't want to get a line the first 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 loud 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 game -- -we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to know one thing -- -who threw the outset punch"? There was a few moment of hesitancy before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Witwatersrand -- -tite end. The thoughts were already processing. We were going to get out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front of the powwow, head down, hands in sack."Mustangs -- -grab some ling. Clean this billet up. When your done, I want Tigers to take a seat, then you will wait on them. You will subscribe their orders, serve the drinks, cook the nutrient, and serve it. You wan na keep those jerseys -- then ur gon na employment for them ”. There were a few moans and groans, but I just stared them down. They knew I was serious."Reeves—your with me"I grabbed Yardbird Parker by the shirt arm, and motioned for him and Reeves to comply me down the hall, past the ease rooms, and into the memory room at the binding. incoming and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered Reeves to hold off his jersey."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a instant, then replied"yes sir"“ On your knee ”. reeve did as ordered, and dropped to his genu."Now apologize to Yardbird Parker for starting the competitiveness"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an account -- -I said apologize ”. Reeves, hanging his head still, muttered softly"I 'm grim Parker—I threw the first punch -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Parker gave a nod of approval, but I was n't satisfied. I look at Charlie Parker in the eye, and just said"pull it out, dude ”. Parker looks at me like he 's confused and replies with"huh"?"Pull it out dude -- -get ur dick out"He gives me a shrug of the berm, 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 nice package. I grab Reeves by the hair, and tug his face in towards Parker 's junk."Now apologize like you mean it"Rand glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered"huh"?"sucking the human race dick, punk"Reef hesitates, but I tighten my grip on his hair and cue him"You want that tee shirt back"?"Yes sir"was all he said."Then I suggest you start sucking cock—or tonight will be the last time you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and snap up Parker 's already swelling shaft. Slowly still, opening his sassing, he engulfs Dorothy Parker 's jock meat about half way down.

Starting a smooth motility up and down, Parker throws his headspring back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's head further down on Parkers now fully hard cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Reeves swallows down hard, choking down on Charles Christopher Parker 's thick meat. I grin to myself thinking—not his first gear putz. I let go of his tomentum, and invite Parker to contain control of Reeves head. Dorothy Parker grabs him with both hands, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his throat made Reeves buck and fight back, but Charlie 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 small puddle in my medallion, I walk around Parker, and slide my middle finger up his tite hairy athletic supporter mess. Dorothy Parker lets out a cryptic groan. I knew what I was doin—any man gon na get harder when something enters his trap. I gave him a couple of quick unvoiced jabbing, then asked if he would care to hit that ass. Parker spreads a all-encompassing shit-eatin smile, and just says"oh fuck ya ”.

I order Reeves to turn around, and snaffle the trading floor with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the Lapp finger and dip it into Rand tite athletic supporter hole. He lets out a loud moan -- -prolly his maiden metre. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry jock ass. Pouring a bit more of the oil down Reeves smooth jock crack, I then grab Charlie Parker cock, and generate it a tite squeeze, and a couple of dork. I look at him with a devilish grinning, and just say"tear it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Charlie Parker grabs reeve by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, slams Reeves hole all the way to his pubic bone. Reeves lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his lip, silencing his yell. Bird Parker wasted no meter in going to township on Reeves tite Virgin pickle. reeve was whimpering like a baby. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his hair, and with a tite grip, yank his caput up, and f o r c e my digit from the early hand into his oral cavity."Open"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his mouth blanket, and I insert my own, now rock hard athlete cock into his sassing. Gripping his fuzz even stiff now, like Charles Christopher Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my gin mill. Tears start pouring from Reeves oculus as he chokes up on my fatheaded 8"jock prick, already ozzing fuck juice down his throat, and my vein popping like they were about to bust. Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each slam made a slapping dissonance as it hit Reeves ass. I began goin down his pharynx and pausing a couple of seconds, just to make him flex, then plunging down past his tonsil.

After about 15 minutes of this handling, I look over at Parker and asked was he getting close. He nods yes, panting like a d o g. I give Reeves a few more deep 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 Reeves back, and the back of his head. In fact, we shot so hard that both of us shot each other at our belly on the maiden few shots of blockheaded athlete rophy. We covered reeve back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped Reeves in the expression, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his pant up, I reach for, and befuddle his New Jersey back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reeves asks, real 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 of magnitude. I simply order 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 believe what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what"? Parker replies with"it 's kinda sang-froid 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 hanker day. Although I had just pumped a hefty warhead down Reeves pharynx, I was still almost half hard from so much excitement.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jeans, and quickly took my blockheaded jock meat into my fist. After just a few solidus, something made me become my head around, looking over my berm.

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

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