New Jock narration -- -Freshman class -- Chapter 6 -- -The Aftermath

I head back to the showers after Dorothy Rothschild Parker leaves, and suds up pretty quick. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the prescribed party will be down at the dining car, and mom said they would stimulate extra avail for the expected crowd. By the prison term I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the line of business to get my lil bro.

He and his three mgr buddies, along with some other unpaid worker were meddling in the rack picking up the tripe left behind. I gave them a cheap pennywhistle, and said to issue forth 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 ride to the diner. screwing. Glancing around the lot I can see only one familiar face -- -Parker. Fuck. I blow a loud whistling at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a ride"? Parker grins, and looks at his parents, to which they nod favorable reception, and me and Dustin hop in their mini-van. I instruct them the easygoing route to the diner, and receive them to make out 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 threshold. The brawl that was going on inside was beyond notion. Every suspensor in the situation was engaged in all out war. No longer wearing the protective gear mechanism of the uniform, there was more b l o o d flying around than had been at the biz. Bird 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 fuzz.

putting my two low digit to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made dogs howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Parker. I cough a mates of times, and sack up my pharynx. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Charles Christopher Parker to take a hind end in one of the few left standing board, I announce,"Tigers -- -against the wall ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Dorothy Rothschild Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and line up against the long bulwark of the buffet car.

Continuing, I then speak in still a loud vocalization,"Mustangs, center of the room ”. The team moves into a powwow as ordered."After my mom figures up the damage here—it will be paid for from the gymnastic fund. I do n't desire to listen the first complaint, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war paint, or tape, or anything else. Am I light up"? A loud resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the diner."These b o y s are our guest. We challenged them -- -we invited them to Tyler -- -we invited them to come gaming football -- -we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to know one thing -- -who threw the first puncher"? There was a few moments of hesitation before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Reef -- -tite end. The thoughts were already processing. We were going to retrieve out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front of the huddle, head down, manus in scoop."Mustangs -- -grab some heather. pick this blank space up. When your done, I want Tigers to make a seat, then you will expect on them. You will get their orderliness, serve the drinks, cook the food, and serve it. You wan na keep those jerseys -- then ur gon na work 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 observe me down the hall, past the rest period suite, and into the storage room at the back. entering and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered Witwatersrand to take off his jersey."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a moment, then replied"yes sir"“ On your knees ”. reef did as ordered, and dropped to his knees."Now apologize to Charles Christopher Parker for starting the fight"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an account -- -I said apologize ”. Reeves, hanging his head still, muttered softly"I 'm sorry Parker—I threw the first punch -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Charles Christopher Parker gave a nod of approval, but I was n't satisfied. I look at Dorothy Parker in the eye, and just said"drag it out, fop ”. Parker looks at me like he 's confused and replies with"huh"?"extract it out dude -- -get ur dick out"He gives me a shrug of the articulatio humeri, and a smirk, and pops the push 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 nice software program. I grab Reeves by the whisker, and advertise his boldness in towards Parker 's junk."Now apologize like you mean it"Reeves glances up at me, and just like Dorothy Rothschild Parker, just muttered"huh"?"sucking the human race dick, punk"Rand 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 shoemaker's last fourth dimension you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and snap up Parker 's already swelling pecker. Slowly still, opening his back talk, he engulfs Parker 's jock pith about half way down.

Starting a smooth motion up and down, Parker throws his headspring back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's head further down on Charles Christopher Parker now fully hard cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Reeves swallows down hard, choking down on Bird Parker 's thickly pith. I grin to myself thinking—not his showtime shaft. I let go of his hair, and invite Parker to deal control of Reeves head. Parker grabs him with both hands, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his pharynx made Reeves buck and fight back, but Yardbird Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the bollock with each thrust. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottleful of cooking oil. Pouring a modest puddle in my medallion, I walk around Parker, and slue my midriff digit up his tite hairy athlete fix. Parker lets out a deeper groan. I knew what I was doin—any man gon na get harder when something enters his hole. I gave him a mates of quick arduous 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 Rand to turn around, and grab the level with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the Saami finger's breadth and plunge it into Rand tite athlete hole. He lets out a loud moan -- -prolly his first-class honours degree time. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry red jock ass. Pouring a bit to a greater extent of the oil down Reeves liquid suspensor crack, I then grab Dorothy Parker cock, and give it a tite squeeze, and a duet of jolt. I look at him with a mephistophelian smile, and just say"tear it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Dorothy Parker grabs Reeves by the shank, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, slams Reeves trap all the way to his loins. Reeves lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silencing his outcry. Bird Parker wasted no meter in going to town on Rand tite virgin hole. reef was whimpering like a baby. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his hair, and with a tite grip, jerk his drumhead up, and f o r c e my digit from the other mitt into his sassing."open up"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his sass wide-cut, and I insert my own, now rock hard jock cock into his sassing. Gripping his hair even tighter now, like Dorothy Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my pubs. crying start pouring from reef eyes as he chokes up on my thick 8"jock cock, already ozzing nookie juice down his throat, and my veins popping like they were about to burst. Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each slam made a slapping randomness as it hit Reeves ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a match of seconds, just to ready him flex, then plunging down past his tonsil.

After about 15 mo of this discourse, 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 to a greater extent deep push down his throat, then look at Dorothy Rothschild Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly start blowing our loads across Reef back, and the spine of his fountainhead. In fact, we shot so hard that both of us shot each other at our abdomen on the outset few gibe of thick jock rope. We covered reeve back with our jizz—must have been a dry quart between the two of us. I slapped Witwatersrand in the face, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his bloomers up, I reach for, and throw his jersey back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reeves asks, real sheepish like. I reply in a grim voice,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the jersey on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next order. 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 think what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what"? Dorothy Parker replies with"it 's kinda cool when ur the one dishin it out"

"Now ur learnin -- -- see ya in three workweek"

Finally back at the house—it had been a really recollective day. Although I had just pumped a hefty lode down reef throat, I was still almost half hard from so a good deal excitement.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jeans, and quickly took my loggerheaded jock kernel into my fist. After just a few strokes, something made me twist 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 lookout man, or follow do me"?