New jock taradiddle -- -Freshman twelvemonth -- 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 official political party will be down at the dining car, and mom said they would have excess service for the expected bunch. By the clip 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 sidekick, along with some other volunteers were busy in the stands picking up the tripe left behind. I gave them a loud whistling, and said to get along 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 diner. FUCK. Glancing around the lot I can see only one intimate face -- -Parker. Fuck. I blow a tacky pennywhistle at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a drive"? 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 wanton road to the diner, and take in them to fare in as well—it would be on me. In the interest of sportsmanship, they agree to amount in for some eats.

But as we entered the buffet car, it seemed that sportsmanship was checked at the threshold. The brawl that was going on inside was beyond notion. Every supporter in the place was engaged in all out war. No longer wearing the protective cogwheel of the uniform, there was more b l o o d flying around than had been at the secret plan. Yardbird Parker and me just look at each early. Mom and the other waitresses were huddled in a corner—I guessed that no one had even called the cops.

Putting my two for the first time finger's breadth to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the sort that made wiener ululation. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Yardbird Parker. I cough a span of times, and solve my pharynx. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Parker to ask a seat in one of the few left standing tables, I announce,"World Tamil Movement -- -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 wall of the dining compartment.

Continuing, I then speak in still a loud voice,"Mustangs, center of the room ”. The team moves into a huddle as ordered."After my mom figures up the legal injury here—it will be paid for from the athletic investment firm. I do n't desire to hear the first ailment, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war paint, or tape, or anything else. Am I open"? A loud resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the dining car."These b o y s are our Edgar Guest. We challenged them -- -we invited them to Tyler -- -we invited them to come swordplay football -- -we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to sleep together one thing -- -who threw the first punch"? There was a few present moment of hesitation before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Reeves -- -tite end. The thinking were already processing. We were going to find out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the movement of the huddle, head down, paw in scoop."Mustangs -- -grab some brooms. strip this position up. When your done, I want Tamil Tigers to take a fanny, then you will look on them. You will rent their society, serve the drinks, cook the intellectual nourishment, and serve it. You wan na keep those jersey -- then ur gon na work for them ”. There were a few moan and groan, but I just stared them down. They knew I was severe."Reeves—your with me"I grabbed Parker by the shirt sleeve, and motioned for him and Reeves to follow me down the hall, past the remainder suite, and into the storage way at the back. entering and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered Reeves to take off his Garden State."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a instant, then replied"yes sir"“ On your knee ”. Reeves did as ordered, and dropped to his knees."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 sorry Parker—I threw the number one punch -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Bird Parker gave a nod of approval, but I was n't fulfill. I look at Parker in the eye, and just said"drag it out, dude ”. Parker looks at me like he 's mazed and reply with"huh"?"get out it out swell -- -get ur prick out"He gives me a shrug of the berm, and a smirk, and pops the push button at the top of his blue jean. 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 campaign his facial expression 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"Reeves hesitates, but I tighten my grip on his pilus and prompt 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 clip you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and grabs Dorothy Rothschild Parker 's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his backtalk, he engulfs Parker 's athletic supporter meat about half way down.

Starting a smooth motion up and down, Parker throws his head back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's head teacher further down on Parkers now fully difficult cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Witwatersrand swallows down hard, choking down on Parker 's thick substance. I grin to myself thinking—not his first base pecker. I let go of his hair, and invite Dorothy Rothschild Parker to take control of Reef head. Parker grabs him with both hands, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his pharynx made Reeves long horse and fight back, but 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 minuscule pool in my palm, I walk around Parker, and slide my middle finger's breadth up his tite hairy athletic supporter hole. Yardbird Parker lets out a recondite groan. I knew what I was doin—any man gon na get harder when something enters his hole. I gave him a duet of quick hard jab, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Parker spreads a widely shit-eatin grin, and just says"oh fuck ya ”.

I order Reeves to turn around, and grab the floor with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the same finger and plunge it into Reef tite athletic supporter hole. He lets out a loud moan -- -prolly his offset clip. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry jock ass. Pouring a bit Sir Thomas More of the oil down Reef smooth athlete fracture, I then grab Parker tool, and move over it a tite squeezing, and a distich of jerking. I look at him with a diabolic smile, and just say"bust it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Parker grabs Witwatersrand by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, thrash Reeves jam all the way to his pubes. reeve lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silencing his vociferation. Parker wasted no clip in going to Town on Witwatersrand tite virgin maw. Reeves was whimpering like a child. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his pilus, and with a tite handle, jerk his drumhead up, and f o r c e my fingerbreadth from the early script into his mouth."Open"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his sassing blanket, and I insert my own, now rock backbreaking athletic supporter cock into his mouth. Gripping his fuzz even tighter now, like Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my public house. bout start pouring from Reeves center as he chokes up on my thick-skulled 8"jockstrap cock, already ozzing shtup juice down his throat, and my vein 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 match of seconds, just to score him bend, then plunging down past his tonsils.

After about 15 min of this treatment, 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 Dorothy Rothschild Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly protrude blowing our scores across Reeves back, and the back of his pass. In fact, we shot so hard that both of us shot each early at our abdomen on the first few guesswork of thickly jock rope. We covered Reef 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 throw his jersey back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reeves asks, real sheepish like. I reply in a stern vocalisation,"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 elbow room, and back into the diner.

Parker just looks at me like he did n't trust what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what"? Parker replies with"it 's kinda cool when ur the one dishin it out"

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

Finally back at the house—it had been a really long day. Although I had just pumped a hefty loading down reeve throat, I was still almost half hard from so much excitement.

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

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

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