New Jock Tales—Sophomore class -- -Chpt 1

Summer had been totally awesome. The best ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the best part—independently Mobile River, lol. The G occupation were going great, and the 'personal inspection and repair'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a calendar month. That was just about a years salary for a teenager working part meter at a grocery store.

I took a 3rd billet ribbon at the motocross meet, which was o.k.. Mostly just a stress stand-in, and a chance to get dirty. I also knocked down my first prosperous gloves—again not a Major thing in my liveliness, but it was kinda assuredness to just get in the anchor ring and just beat the tinker's damn outta some dude.

Today was the first day of practice session. varsity at last. I went into the day gleaming with pridefulness, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon come in crashing down, and I was gon na find like the biggest fool on the planet, and all I wanted to do was melt.

practice session was nothing like last class. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 jitney. And neither of them were interested in my comment. All that was happening was us five ¼ backbone just throwing the ball to some 9th graders to catch. I mean fuck—no frolic, no running, no weightiness -- -what the fuck. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. Guess he would prolly induce it—but with no controller of the squad, I could snog that deal of that overemotional head every week goodbye.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three Seniors. You ca n't be first of all string—let alone a starter ”. The Word of God hit my brain like a bullet."These b o y s got a aspiration just as big as you—you got to act as for the team now, and affirm them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did have ¼ spine before you got here. Now, unless you want to deliberate another spot for a while for some more game time, your going to induce the have the bench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my knee joint and start suckin dick, huh passenger car ? Cause looks like that 's all the natural process I 'm gon na get this yr ”. Someone had just walked into the room, and all I heard was"woooah there cowboy ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the locker room. Slamming into my locker doorway made a few question turn. I sat on the bench to take off my cleats, and socks. Did n't even let any Funk going on, not even my pits, effort I had n't done a fuckin affair all day. I tore out of my practice jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the footlocker room access. Yanking it open, I threw the jersey, and cleats into the floor. Sitting back, now coming out of my football drawers, and striping down to just my athletic supporter, I likewise fuddle them and my helmet into the floor of my cabinet, did n't even bother to cling anything up.

I grabbed my levis, but before I could get them on, someone barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the attitude ?"It hit too fast, and too hard. I lunged towards the player, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his jersey, slammed him into the row of locker just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his thorax and shoving my jock right in his cheek, I just cry out"does this look like a b o y to you"?

In instant about half the players in the room were on me, pulling me off what turned out to be Cameron White—just the starting senior ¼ back. Cameron jumps up from the story, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his finger right in my aspect, comes back with"Do n't cognise what ur problem is Dillon, but you safe get it in stoppage, boi. Your not the mavin here punk— One Sir Thomas More stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Deliverer fuckin H Christ—what 's all this noise"? Three of the handler had blasted into the footlocker elbow room."It 's cipher coach—we got it under control. Dillon there just wanted to wrestle around with some of the big dawgs ”."Looks like he found out he ai n't all that badd ”, replied one of them. A few chuckles were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fire. I turned back to my storage locker, and sat again on the bench, just long enough to tie up my PF flier, and sling them around my shoulder joint. I stuffed my tee in my back pocket, and proceeded out the locker elbow room, shirtless, and bare ft. As I exited into the hall, I hear one of the coaches hollar"somebody git him—see what the fuck is up his ass ”.

I needed to fuck something, And I knew just where to go.

I arrived at 'the position'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 Roman mile North of town on old RT 5. Small dusty route in the middle of nowhere. Some of the older folk music in town referred to it as 'that home where the gay go'. I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that—how the fuck do they know that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of Town teamster, bikers, and grammatical construction eccentric. Pretty rough dudes mostly, good deal of musculus and ink, or maybe some married dude from township that could n't get head from their wife. I went straight to the back of the field to the motel. It only had about 25 suite, and this recently on a Friday night, I would be lucky to still get a way. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the landrover off the corner of the building. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my ball cap down over my brow, I stroll into the lobby. Holding my head kinda downwards, I glance up at the clerk, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you hold your fountainhead down so I do n't see your baby face, or -- -you waltz in here looking like graven image gift, with all them abs, hoping Im queer and I 'll let you let a room in telephone exchange for some of that dick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to ready me trust your really 19, but you do n't make your ID on ya, after driving out here in the midsection of no where without it, and would I be really cool and run over to the store and get you a six pack. So cowboy -- -which is it"?

I raised my head up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'right hand in the face, I sheepishly replied,"all that, I guess ”. Jason, looking peeved, fired back at me"you know the form of trouble I could get in for renting you a room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a little Elvis smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his head back and Forth, and just mumbled"oh fuck man, I dunno ”.

"Look dude, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football game, got in three engagement today, my best acquaintance told me I was a mother fucker, It 's the Lapp as anybody else out here—I just wan na void these Ball down individual 's throat. I been pent up for three day now. I wo n't be any trouble, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my pressure, finally turns around and yanks a key off the wheel. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me square in the middle,"24, back side—in the dark, all the way down. Get ur nut, then get the screw outta here. Got me"?"Ya, I got ya dude—and thanx bro. Oh—you need me to fill out a card or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the door, I stop and turn around, and just stand there."Something else, cowboy"? I grab my putz and rive it down inside my jeans, and flashing a slight smile, just say"the beer"?"holy place Virgin Mary, Queen of Scots"replied Jason, rolling his eye. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the office, and heads across the parking lot to the 24 hour store up front on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that room before someone sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and thrust around back to the corner way at the end. It was so dark I had to provide my headlights on for a minute just to see the doorway curl and open the door. Grabbing my cogwheel bag, upon entering the elbow room I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and head straight for the shower. Turning the weewee to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my back to the spray, I grab the packet of motel shampoo and lather up the hawk. Relaxing under the cure powers of the hot water, I just tilt my capitulum back and close my heart. I only stay in the shower bath a few hour, in cattiness of how good it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stall, with shaft hanging super low now, I grab a towel off the rack. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and Forth across my dorsum. Turning around to promontory for the gear wheel bag again, I stopped suddenly in my track, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the screwing outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the box of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, with the six pack resting on his shank. He was a pretty good looking dude actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to take in indisputable you were OK ”. I walk towards him, reaching out for the beer. He hands it to me, and I pull a can off the ring. Popping it open air, I chug down about ¼ of the can."So—is that your 'professional solution"? Jason chuckled a bit, and just said ya, I guess so. I walked right up to him, with my stifle touching his peg. Still dripping wet, I took another clout of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a give-and-take.

So getting the soupcon that it was his luck to accept down that big teenage dick in his face, Jason grabs me by my thigh, and gulps down my low hanging gumshoe. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my shaft hard. I close my eyes, and placing my paw on top of his top dog, usher him down to the pubes. After a few minutes, he 's got me sway severe, and the venous blood vessel are starting to pop. I yank my egotistic cock from his mouth, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, terminate it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and bulge drying off."Aight dawg—get the piece of ass out. I got ta get to work ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock hard cock from his sass, denying his prize of my gratifying yung juice. I told him I would call him when I got done, and he could come back and finish up. He did me a favor, so I was n't going to jet out without returning the same.

As he nodded and headed for the threshold I hollered at him"hey—ok if I smoke some dope in the way"? Jason rolled his eye and oral sex again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to work up a peculiar pokey for me"I took that to mean ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the minor bag of low-down I had packed. Rolling up a pencil joint, I quickly sucked down the unanimous thing. Fishing out some socks, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half toilsome dick down the right on leg. I brought my Catapiller employment boots for the Nox. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man look, rather than jock, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the rest into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike up the mohawk—damm, it 's about 4"tall now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the front end of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a pocket-sized town in itself. In addition to the motel, there was a small 24 hr foodstuff store— down the road there was a humble lake, where you could camp down. There was also a small grill—kinda like a waffle house, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make note of that one ), and of line the main attraction—the dirty book memory.

I doubted I had much of a probability at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the country like it was, they 're were a few the great unwashed hanging out nominal head of the building. I spied a plastic porch chairwoman near the corner, away from the primary entryway, and decided that would be my best spot. Fishing my smokes, and zero from my scoop, I lite up a Camel, and subscribe to the tush. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the chair back until my shoulder joint meet the wall, and with a distich of okay adjustments achieve just the aright residuum for leaning back on the ass two legs.

Taking a swig of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three dudes, about 25 metrical unit in forepart of me, just to the side of the row of 18 wheelers parked along the wayside. About 11 of them I conjecture. The dudes appeared to be of the construction persuasion, and were standing around a 55 Imperial gallon barrel that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing tank tops, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had enormous pit hair increase. I figured they were around mid 20 to early 30 or so. Like me, they each had St. Matthew the Apostle 's on, and work rush.

"Hey k I d—you old enough to be drinking that shit"one of them shouts as I take another chug of my Bud."You see me doin it, do n't ya"? They work up a flimsy laugh at each other, and I barely hear one of them say"punk got a bit of attitude, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda smart ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the chair to the undercoat, back to all quartet. Standing up, and turning my back to the three sheik, I pop the clitoris on my 501 's, and drop them to my second joint. Turning my head back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum poke this saucy ass ”.

One of the cat playfully slaps the others chest with the back of his mitt, and they start a moderationist amble over towards me. I flip the chair around, and pulling my jean back up, but not buttoning up, take a seat backwards in the electric chair, with my dick and balls hanging out. I take a immediate whiff on my rightfulness pit, just to show off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately comments on my junk."damm b o y nice parcel ”. I give him a big smile and respond,"Ya—just think after it bones up to all it 's 10"what it 's gon na finger like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the truth just a bit for the sales sales pitch ) The guys flavour at each former still laughing—I think they were pretty rummy, and one replies"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the speckle, I guess those are your pail motortruck back at the motel. Your either looking for ass, or your looking to get something up ur ass. Im looking to fuck some ass, and I got a three day back up in these orb. So, —do we need to talk, or are we wasting each others time"?

About this time Jason rounds the corner headed for the store. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a black belt ”, and goes on into the memory. The three once again start laughing, yep—they were pretty booze, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a melanise whang"? I look them steely in the centre, and in my best low growling voice reply"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three gilded gloves ”. ( again, stretching it just a bit )"Ahhh, bad boi, huh"?"When I need to be—let 's just say I ai n't skeered ”. One of the hombre fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This time, I do the chuckle, and just reply"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a little football. So I 'm used to getting banged around by guys enceinte than me—and I just keep on going back for more. So—you hombre wan na strike a muckle, or you just wan na sales booth there and stare, wondering how sweet my juice is"?

The three just glimpse around at each other, until one finally shrugs his shoulders."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage dick. So—how often"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling gumshoe back into my denim, reach down for my beer, and finish it off. Wiping my sassing with the back of my hand, I start slowly walking across the front of the bookstall."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't show in 15 bit, I 'll adopt you ca n't afford it ”. ( how was that for haughtiness ? ) I walked around the building, and headed across the parking lot back towards my elbow room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that punk got some attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my step, that earlier the guys had so put me down about."Fuck them"I thought to myself—I like it.

vertebral column at the room I leave the doorway standing undefendable. Being total darkness, there were n't many germ to argue with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and roll up another roast, taking a duad of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my gear bag, and spreading my hairy legs fairly wide, I started stroking up at a slow but deliberate footstep. It only took moments for the dense nervure of my shaft of light to swell up, and my big mushroom question to burst out out, like a dog. The fuck juice was already flowing, and coating my forefront, I was cook to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten minute, as the three came strolling in the door. The hold out shut the door, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin christ'. I flash an vicious grin, and just respond,"more like Prince of Darkness bro—now who 's foremost"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 pieces of ass on ur cock, but we just gitten 1 dick each. Probably the more drunk of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his venter."Me first cowpuncher"Im really getting tired of this cowboy bullshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the feeding bottle high in the air, and squeeze out a flow rightfulness to his hole. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab dude by the waist, and slam it in. He lets out a yelp, exclaiming"damm this tinder is thick-skulled ”. I rear back and return the second slam, and then a tertiary, and then, I go to town. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, mystifying, and rapid. In just a couple of second, I was panting like I had run a mile.

The buster was grabbing at canvass like he had a baseball bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh piece of tail b o y s, get this lunatic off me ! Get him off ! The other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from fellow ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the street corner chair. Putting his hired man to his face, he just mumbles"damm that kindling is a freak ”. The following swell, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me succeeding ”.

With the second dude assuming the same place, I start the Same handling, grabbing his shank, and slamming it in laborious as I could. In just a duad of hits, he too is crying out for me to alleviate up a bit. Another vicious smiling, and Im sure nuff now in 'devil mode'. I reach up and grab him by the back of his hair, and yanking his headway back, maunder"shut the shag up ”, and just keep fucking, like a pneumatic hammer. My bollock were slapping hard against his ass cheeks. I only noticed then that only one of the dudes had any hairsbreadth on his ass. In a few More second of still taking his pounding, the third dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the dude aside.

"My turn now ”. Assuming the Same spot, on the corner of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his mess, I pause and soak in the beautiful hairy cumulation of his ass. He was so dense up in his crack, that you could barely detect his hole. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't spend up the chance, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my font into the full-bodied pungent stink of his unwashed ass. He was ripe as fuck, and with just a few munch of his hairy crack, I drove my tongue as mysterious as I could into his good oily kettle of fish. He was funky—I entail day worth of funk ! I sucked on his hole, as I probed it with my knife. Between the high from the dope, and the stink of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a proper putz down. Only about 10-12 push into his grit, then dissenter turn 3 was ready for me to get out of his ass as well.

I yanked out, and slapped him on his ass, then ordered in a brassy throaty voice"on ur articulatio genus ”. The former two followed retinue, and the three of them lined up at the nucleotide of the bed, each stroking their own peter, with mouths open. I thought to myself what a stark blackmail pic this would be to show to their wife, or girlfriends. With tongues hanging out, I grab my swollen prick, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally pull it from my nuts. Still swelling, and my vena popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to cite I had put on a chrome cockring in the first place ), the pressure from my turncock n balls was now reaching it 's eminent end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting mouth, I volleyed.

Slinging my meat from left to right, I popped the low stream of my fatheaded jockstrap succus across each of their faces. Then, back to the left, for another. Seven clock time, blasting my rope from left to right, completely covering their faces in my boneheaded slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my globe, I stand there for a few seconds, while they looked at each other in amazement, at the massive flood that had drenched each of them. With the pressure now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a strong brawny stream of my steaming hot athletic supporter piss, and again from left to right, hook them down from their foreland to their pubic region. They were covered now, with all my suspensor juice. I kinda smirked, as they each began to blow their own loads up their chest of drawers 's and bellies, mixing their cum with my weewee and jizz. They were a arrant quite a little, lol. But—number three, the hairy cruddy one, had yet to blow. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy jock ass right field in his look, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his font into my ass scissure, and licked me up just as I had done him. In only mo, as he drove his tongue into my tite jock muddle, he finally busts. Falling back, with his vertebral column into the bed, and his fountainhead tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as unspoilt as me. Three shots go straight up from his pass water cunt, landing right in the cleft of my ass, coating my hairsbreadth with his thick-skulled construction jizz. I grin at his muscular explosion, but then five more shots hit me in the small of my back, and started trailing down my ass and thigh.

Giving the three of them only a few seconds to retrieve, and spitting into the face of the one in the middle, I then lodge them to get dressed, pay up, and get the fuck out. One objects with"do n't we get a towel to wipe off"? I just respond with"fuck no—you got towels in ur own room—wear it ”.

As each of them, almost in sync, get their jeans on, I bark at them"that 's near, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 fishes in his pocket, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credence. I give a well-disposed shove to the dudes shoulder, and once again bark for them to get out. As they each grab their boots and tees, and go scrambling out the threshold, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up front, catching a smoke.

I give a loud whistle, and motion for him to come in on down.

As he enters the room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the piece of tail up, and get this hawkshaw in your mouth ”. Widening his eyes, Jason fell to his knees, and engulfed my still half unvoiced meat into his mouth. Sucking loudly and sloppy like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of interference ) he eagerly took down my slab and in just a few had me boned up again.

I was actually somewhat surprise that I had boned up again so quickly. As soon as he got me salutary and hard, I yanked out of his back talk, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his dungaree to his ankle, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his cheeks. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his waist, and slam it in. Jason lets out a yelping, like a pup. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one thrust after another. It took a few minutes this time, but I felt my abs fasten up, and knew it was time.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a suction noise as his anus closed shut. Telling him to turn over, I climbed up on top of his chest, and grabbing him by the throat, shoved my dick into his mouth. All the way to the cover of his throat, I once again volley. Not near as big as a few present moment ago of course, but three forget me drug straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on meat, he shot pretty damm good himself, leaving a stream across his bureau and belly, and making a nice puddle. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his mouth, I flash him and evil grin, and cut slack another stream of my hot stinkin piss. His eyes widen again, and he starts to shake his head back and forth, but I just look him in the centre and say"drink it ”. After all—beer piss is best, right ?

He manages to drink me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the slime coating his pharynx. As he zips back up, I walk to the credenza and snatch off two twenty."Here 's for the room, and beer. Thanx dude"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I guess he was in shock, and as he heads out the door, I quickly pack up, and slew back into my 501 's. Skipping the drogue, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the route, and headspring for home.

As I approach town, I decide to wheel into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any property in town. As Im fueling up, I notice a couple of young woman a few heart over checking me out. Damm—just no sentence. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock arduous 8-pac, I grab my junk for a quick adjustment. I see one of the missy widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my right leg, and slapping her bridge player against her mouth, turns her caput to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the ticker, then grabbing my tank, I proceed into the storage to hold one more piss, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the mens way, I notice on the wall, a unhurt dividing line up of cowboy rush."Fuck ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few minutes, piece out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the stack of boxes, I find a sz 12. holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulder."roll in the hay it—everybody seems to require me to be cowboy, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the charge, and a hat I grabbed on the tabulator. The girl rings me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on ticker 7 ”. She looks at me a minute, decided I guess whether to tease me for the smokes, but then I guess deciding I spent sufficiency money, and just sum 's me out."One eighty, hun"I snap off the twenties, and she bags up the boots, and I put the cowboy hat on my mind. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few vehicles are moving in front of me. I pause to let them pass, but one dude is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my right hand, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my shaggy-haired pits. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car question on. Nothing John Major mind you, just a tap. I could n't assist but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get home before mom, or in eccentric Dustin were to wake up and gross out out cause I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the wire. I quietly sneak into the planetary house, and into the kitchen. Opening the electric refrigerator, I take a few slugs of hot chocolate milk. Damm I loved that turd. Then taking a peep interior Dustin 's elbow room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my way, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock drawer', and drop in the cobbler's last of the immediate payment. One more quick piss, then bare down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a tenacious day, and I was beat .