New Jock Tales -- -Freshman year -- Chapter 6 -- -The Aftermath

I head back to the exhibitioner after Bird Parker leaves, and suds up pretty quick. I was hungry—and not just for solid food. I announce that the official party will be down at the diner, and mom said they would have supererogatory helper for the expected crew. By the time I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the field to get my lil bro.

He and his three mgr buddies, along with some other Volunteer were meddlesome in the stall picking up the scrap left behind. I gave them a cheap whistling, and said to get on, we would cease up later. As we all walk out towards the parking lot, it just then occurred to me—I had n't arranged a ride to the diner. FUCK. Glancing around the lot I can see only one familiar spirit face -- -Parker. Fuck. I blow a cheap whistling 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 itinerary to the dining compartment, and bid them to come in as well—it would be on me. In the interest of sportsmanship, they agree to hail in for some eats.

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

Putting my two outset fingerbreadth to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made pawl howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Bird Parker. I cough a duet of times, and unclouded my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Dorothy Rothschild Parker to take a seat in one of the few left standing tables, I announce,"World Tamil Association -- -against the wall ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Charles Christopher Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and occupation up against the foresightful wall of the diner.

Continuing, I then speak in still a loud voice,"Mustangs, center of the room ”. The squad moves into a huddle as ordered."After my mom figures up the damage here—it will be paid for from the gymnastic fund. I do n't want to get a line the number 1 complaint, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war paint, or taping, or anything else. Am I clear"? A gimcrack resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the dining compartment."These b o y s are our invitee. We challenged them -- -we invited them to John Tyler -- -we invited them to add up play football -- -we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to know one affair -- -who threw the first punch"? There was a few moments of reluctance before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Reeves -- -tite end. The thought were already processing. We were going to find out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front of the powwow, head down, hired hand in pockets."Mustangs -- -grab some brooms. Clean this place up. When your done, I want Tigers to hold a seat, then you will wait on them. You will have their orders, serve the crapulence, cook the nutrient, and serve it. You wan na keep those tee shirt -- then ur gon na study 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 Parker by the shirt arm, and motioned for him and Reeves to fall out me down the hall, past the relaxation rooms, and into the storehouse room at the rachis. Entering and closing the threshold, then locking it, I ordered Reeves to take off his jersey."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a bit, then replied"yes sir"“ On your knees ”. reeve did as ordered, and dropped to his knee."Now apologize to Parker for starting the combat"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an explanation -- -I said apologize ”. Reeves, hanging his head still, muttered softly"I 'm dark Parker—I threw the number 1 clout -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Parker gave a nod of approval, but I was n't quenched. I look at Charles Christopher Parker in the eye, and just said"pull it out, dude ”. Charlie Parker looks at me like he 's put off and response with"huh"?"rend it out clotheshorse -- -get ur pecker out"He gives me a shrug of the shoulders, and a smirk, and pops the button at the top of his denim. 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 courteous software program. I grab Reeves by the hair, and labor his face in towards Parker 's junk."Now apologize like you mean it"Reef glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered"huh"?"Suck the mans dick, punk"Reeves hesitates, but I tighten my grip on his hair and remind him"You want that jersey back"?"Yes sir"was all he said."Then I suggest you start sucking cock—or tonight will be the last time you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and seize Dorothy Parker 's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his mouth, he engulfs Parker 's jockstrap meat about half way down.

Starting a smooth question up and down, Parker throws his head back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's point further down on Parker now fully strong cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Witwatersrand swallows down hard, choking down on Bird Parker 's thick meat. I grin to myself thinking—not his first of all dick. I let go of his hair, and invite Yardbird Parker to postulate control of Reeves promontory. Yardbird Parker grabs him with both hired hand, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his throat made reeve vaulting horse and fight back, but Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the ballock with each jab. 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 jock muddle. Parker lets out a mystifying moan. I knew what I was doin—any man gon na get strong when something enters his pickle. I gave him a couple of prompt hard poking, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Parker spreads a wide shit-eatin grin, and just says"oh fuck ya ”.

I order of magnitude Reeves to plow around, and seize the base with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the Sami finger and dip it into Reeves tite jock hole. He lets out a forte groan -- -prolly his low gear sentence. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cerise jock ass. Pouring a bit more of the oil down Reeves smooth jock crack, I then grab Dorothy Parker cock, and break it a tite credit crunch, and a couple of jerky. I look at him with a devilish grin, and just say"tear it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Bird Parker grabs Reeves by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, flap down Reeves hole all the way to his pubic bone. Rand lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silencing his outcry. Dorothy Rothschild Parker wasted no time in going to townspeople on Reeves tite Virgo hollow. Reeves was whimpering like a baby. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his hair, and with a tite grip, jerk his head up, and f o r c e my finger's breadth from the former hired hand into his lip."Open"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his mouth wide, and I insert my own, now rock hard suspensor prick into his mouth. Gripping his hair even tighter now, like Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my pubs. bust start pouring from Reeves eye as he chokes up on my thick 8"supporter putz, already ozzing shtup juice down his pharynx, and my veins popping like they were about to burst. Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each slam made a slapping noise as it hit reef ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a couple of arcsecond, just to ready him flex, then plunging down past his tonsil.

After about 15 second of this treatment, I look over at Charlie Parker and asked was he getting close. He nods yes, panting like a d o g. I give Reeves a few to a greater extent cryptical drive down his pharynx, then looking at at Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly start blowing our loads across Witwatersrand back, and the backbone of his head. In fact, we shot so laborious that both of us shot each other at our bellys on the first few shots of thick jock forget me drug. We covered Reeves back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped Reeves in the face, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his pant up, I reach for, and fuddle his New Jersey back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reeves asks, real sheepish like. I reply in a hindquarters voice,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the jersey on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next guild. 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"? Dorothy 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 long day. Although I had just pumped a hefty load down Reeves throat, I was still almost half hard from so often excitement.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jean, and quickly took my loggerheaded jock heart into my fist. After just a few fortuity, something made me turn my header around, looking over my shoulder joint.

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

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