New athlete taradiddle -- -Freshman Year -- Chapter 6 -- -The wake

I head back to the shower bath after Charlie Parker leaves, and suds up pretty ready. I was hungry—and not just for nutrient. I announce that the official party will be down at the diner, and mom said they would birth extra supporter for the expected bunch. By the time I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the champaign to get my lil bro.

He and his three mgr buddies, along with some other volunteers were meddlesome in the stall picking up the trash left behind. I gave them a loud tin whistle, and said to come on, we would finish 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 dining car. FUCK. Glancing around the lot I can see only one comrade grimace -- -Parker. Fuck. I blow a loud pennywhistle at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a ride"? Yardbird 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 slowly route to the diner, and invite them to fare in as well—it would be on me. In the interest of sportsmanship, they agree to come 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 space was engaged in all out war. No longer wearing the protective power train of the uniform, there was Thomas More b l o o d flying around than had been at the secret plan. 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 copper.

putt my two foremost fingers to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made bounder howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Yardbird Parker. I cough a twosome of times, and clear my pharynx. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Parker to take a seat in one of the few left standing tables, I announce,"Tigers -- -against the paries ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Charles Christopher Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and dividing line up against the long wall of the buffet car.

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 acrobatic fund. I do n't want to hear the first ailment, for the rest of this time of year, if we run out of gatorade, or war key, or tape, or anything else. Am I clear"? A loud resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the diner."These b o y s are our Guest. We challenged them -- -we invited them to President Tyler -- -we invited them to come turn football -- -we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to know one matter -- -who threw the firstly punch"? There was a few second of hesitation before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Witwatersrand -- -tite end. The persuasion were already processing. We were going to find out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the figurehead of the huddle, head down, hands in sac."Mustangs -- -grab some heather. Clean this place up. When your done, I want Tigers to take a seat, then you will wait on them. You will demand their order of magnitude, serve the drinks, cook the food, and serve it. You wan na keep those tee shirt -- then ur gon na work for them ”. There were a few groan and groan, but I just stared them down. They knew I was serious."Reeves—your with me"I grabbed Parker by the shirt sleeve, and motioned for him and Reeves to watch me down the hall, past the balance rooms, and into the storage room at the dorsum. 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 moment, then replied"yes sir"“ On your stifle ”. Reeves did as ordered, and dropped to his knees."Now apologize to Parker for starting the fight"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an explanation -- -I said rationalise ”. reeve, hanging his fountainhead still, muttered softly"I 'm sorry Parker—I threw the first slug -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Dorothy Rothschild Parker gave a nod of approval, but I was n't slaked. I look at Parker in the eye, and just said"pull it out, dude ”. Parker looks at me like he 's throw and replies with"huh"?"attract it out dude -- -get ur dick out"He gives me a shrug of the shoulders, and a smirk, and pops the button at the top of his jean. Unzipping and hauling out his debris, 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 reeve by the hair, and promote his face in towards Parker 's junk."Now apologize like you mean it"Reeves glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered"huh"?"Suck the mans dick, punk"reeve hesitates, but I tighten my grip on his hair and remind him"You want that New Jersey back"?"Yes sir"was all he said."Then I suggest you start sucking cock—or tonight will be the lowest clock time you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and snap up Dorothy Rothschild Parker 's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his mouth, he engulfs Parker 's athlete substance about half way down.

Starting a smooth motility up and down, Parker throws his head back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's head further down on Parkers now fully firmly cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Rand swallows down hard, choking down on Parker 's thick inwardness. I grin to myself thinking—not his inaugural dick. I let go of his hair's-breadth, and invite Parker to take control of Reeves head. Parker grabs him with both men, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his throat made Rand buck and scrap back, but Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the lump with each thrust. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a small puddle in my palm, I walk around Yardbird Parker, and slide my middle finger up his tite hairy jock golf hole. Parker lets out a deeper groan. I knew what I was doin—any man gon na get severe when something enters his hole. I gave him a couple of quick grueling jabs, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Parker spreads a all-inclusive shit-eatin grin, and just says"oh fuck ya ”.

I order reef to turn around, and grab the floor with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the Saami finger and plunge it into Reef tite athletic supporter hole. He lets out a loud moan -- -prolly his first time. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cerise athlete ass. Pouring a bit More of the oil down Reeves fluent athlete crack, I then grab Parkers cock, and give it a tite squeeze, and a couple of saccade. I look at him with a devilish smiling, and just say"tear it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Parker grabs reef by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l dip, flap down Witwatersrand hole all the way to his pubes. Reeves lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silencing his outcry. Parker wasted no clock time in going to Town on Reeves tite Virgo cakehole. Witwatersrand was whimpering like a sister. Returning to the nominal head of him, I again grab his hair, and with a tite grip, yank his head up, and f o r c e my fingers from the other mitt into his mouth."undefendable"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his sass wide, and I insert my own, now rock grueling athlete tool into his mouth. Gripping his fuzz even miserly now, like Dorothy Parker, I instantly start plowing his pharynx, all the way to my pubs. bust start pouring from Rand eyes as he chokes up on my duncical 8"jock cock, already ozzing nooky juice down his throat, and my veins popping like they were about to burst. Yardbird Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each slam made a slapping noise as it hit Reeves ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a couple of seconds, just to urinate him deform, then plunging down past his tonsils.

After about 15 minutes 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 more deep stab down his throat, then look at Dorothy Rothschild Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly set off blowing our loads across Reeves back, and the backrest of his school principal. In fact, we shot so hard that both of us shot each other at our abdomen on the first few shots of chummy athlete Mexican valium. We covered reeve back with our jizz—must have been a dry quart between the two of us. I slapped reeve in the facial expression, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his gasp up, I reach for, and throw off his jersey back to him."You got a towel, or something"Witwatersrand asks, literal sheepish like. I reply in a stern interpreter,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the jersey on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next social club. I simply order him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the room, and back into the diner.

Bird Parker just looks at me like he did n't conceive what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what"? Charlie Parker replies with"it 's rather assuredness 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 powerful shipment down Witwatersrand pharynx, I was still almost half surd from so much hullabaloo.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jean, and quickly took my thick jock meat into my fist. After just a few slash, something made me turn over my principal around, looking over my shoulder.

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

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