New jock narrative -- -Freshman year—Chptr 11 -- School 's Out !

Schooooooooools out -- -- for -- -- summer ! ! da da da dat -- dadadadat.

Yaaaawweee. Finally ! In spite of my model student athlete position, early than football game and cheerleaders, I pretty much hated school. It just was n't me, and therefore no plans for college. I bolted out the gym room access, and headed heterosexual person for my landrover. I was so proud of it, and had gotten net ton of compliments. stool pigeon yellow -- -Muncie 4-speed. 33"Micky Thompson tires. One bad ass fuckin audio system. Edlebrock intake and carb. I ripped my tee off running towards it, then my kicks on comer. I had n't had the top on the jeep since I bought it. Topless, topless, and barefooted. A lofty good example for White person boi poke trash -- -even though we did survive in a house : )

I was horny and out to get gamy, and drunk, and some golden boi or fille was gon na get 9"of heavy athlete cock today.

But first, lol, just to recap -- -

The birthday bash down at the dining compartment two weeks ago was awesome. Mom and the girls went all out, with BBQ and banana pudding. mess of guys from the team were there, including Brad Isadora Duncan. Every metre Mandy came to our table, she would smile at Brad, and he would blush. One one trip, Brad bolted for the boys room out of embarrassment. As Mandy approached the mesa, I said to her"Mandy -- -- tone at that butt ! Ai n't that the cunning butt"? Pointing at Brad. Mandy giggled, and responded"Ya, it is kind of precious ”."Kinda"? ? ? I said in amazment. Tell me you would n't pass anything to slump ur teeth into that hard jock gist"! Mandy blushed, and giggled again, just as Brad emerges up the hallway from the lav. Dustin, of all people spoke up offering,"I hear he has a big dick too ”. Mandy grasped her face, with that girlish"Oh my Gawd ”, just as Brad arrives back at the mesa."Whut"? Brad asks perplexed. Dustin pipes up again,"Mandy wants to check over out ur butt ”. Now both are utterly embarrassed at our teasing of them so, pointing towards the book binding of the buffet car, I just offer"That table down there is abandon ”."Hey mom—Brandy gon na take a break"!"OK hun ”.

As I was eating my pudding, suddenly I had the most kinky persuasion -- -so I decided to take some home. We all climb, and I leave a fiver on the table for Mandy. Walking back towards them I offer to Brad,"OK homie—we did the prelim employment for ya—do n't fuck it up now ”.

Exactly three old age later to the day, both Brad and Mandy said"I DO ”. The integral football team served as honorary best men, in wide-cut uniform : ) This class will be their twenty-fifth anniversary. Just thought I 'd throw that in there : )

Kirk dropped me and Dustin off at the house, and as promised, I hopped on lil bro 's mt bike and strolled down to his home about 10:00 PM, with pudding in script : )

Kirk welcomed me in, and we head straight for the terrace. I asked if he had a beer, and he gave me a hard parental looking. I told him it was totally poise, that I would never fink on a client."An too fop, I been drinkin and smokin green goddess since before fledgling class. . Kirk shook his mind, prolly wondering what he had gotten himself into.

Finally giving in, he brings out an ice cold one, and I nearly stamp out it in one gulp. I instantly strip down in the warm Texas nighttime, and went right to work on my big 9"suspensor stopcock. Kirk was still amazed at my gift, and being so youthful, and non-bashfull at showing it off at any probability. After stroking up a few minutes, and spreading my legs a bit more, I jab my hairy ass-hole with my midriff digit, and got the have it off juices flowing. Kirk asked if I wanted another beer, to which I nodded yes. ( suddenly he 's out to get me salute ? ? ? ) As he jumped to the kitchen, I fished out the banana pudding from my back pac. Quickly huffing down the vanilla wafers, leaving just the creamy pudding, and meringue, I take a big scoop shovel in my hand, and grab my thick gist, returning to stroking it up, coating it with the pud as lubricant, lol.

When Kirk returns with the beer, he just smiles, and said I was one kinky fashion plate."Ya—I got the thought at the dinner -- -this will be the best succus you ever had.

I let go of my dick, and grab the beer -- -once again chugging it down until almost empty. I hardly did anything slow -- -everything was riotous and hard. I look over at Kirk, and just said"get it dude -- -get on my big nanner dick"with a smile. Kirk wasted no time in leaping for my big athletic supporter dick, and gobbled it down to the pubes. I rolled my eyes back, and tilted my headway back into the waiting room chair. Oh my fuckin god, that felt swell. As he ran his spit around my shaft, and pee-pee prick, mixing my bed juice with the pud, I thought I was going to detonate just any moment. Grabbing the two beer cans, I sucked down the last few Panthera uncia of each, then grabbing Kirk around the rear of his head, began a relentless pounding of his throat.

It only took a few bit before the abs started to tighten up, and with one final plunge, I unload in Kirk 's throat. Five shots of my buddy-buddy jock rope go straight down, as he chokes up to support it. Some of my load starts ozzing back out of his mouth as he feverishly lap covering me up like a puppy. I pushed his head up off my dick, and then something that had never happened—I blasted two more ropes straight up to my pectoralis, leaving a trail down to my belly. I just grin really big, then raising my base up into the air, told him to push my legs back behind my capitulum.

Eager to lodge, I snatch up another 3 fingers of the pudding, and spread it up and down my hirsute offer and hole. Staring down at him, I simply say"Munch ”, to which he quickly obeys. Finally grabbing his own rock firmly prick, Kirk begins to draw it like a mad man, while munching down on my 'nanner flavored greasy athletic supporter hole. It only took a mo before he came up, and aiming for my pectus, blasted his own consignment across my torso.

I scooped up a couplet more fingerbreadth of the pudding, and running them up and down my chest and belly, mix the succus and pudding together. Kirk gives me a twisted spirit, and just says"what about the piss"? I flash back an evil grin, and just murmur"fuckin pig ”. I relax my trunk, and close my center. Stretching my two arms up and behind my head, I turn my straits from left to compensate, taking a thick huff of my ripe stinkin perdition. I unload the flow, hitting me just under the Kuki-Chin, and soak my stallion body with my hot stinkin pee. Surprising even me, I pop out another three shooting of my thick athletic supporter goo, free-handed. As the juice and water and pudding mix together, Kirk buries his fount in my belly, and starts lapping up the mix, again like a hungry puppy.

After both of us just lay there for several mo, I told Kirk I really should jet—I did n't like leaving Dustin at home by himself late at night. And if he ever told mom, she would k I l l me. Kirk nodded approval, and I got dressed, sliding into my tee over the milky mess still sticking to my trunk. I tied the lacing together of my PF flier, and sling them around the rear of my neck—a jock thing.

Right upon leaving, I asked Kirk if he knew a tat guy. He responded that he in fact did, so I asked him to find out and see if the dude would put some ink on me. If it helped, tell him I got a big dick : )

Sooooo, back to today. As I got home from school, I quickly changed into some cut-offs and stoolie. Kirk had let me retain the beaters he gave me to wear a match of weeks ago on my natal day for 'mowing shoes'. They stunk, lol.

I quickly jog down to his house, and angle out the lawn mower to jump his yard—it was his day. It was hot—about 90, and I started dripping in sweat as soon as I got going. Finishing up, Kirk joins me around back at the patio with a tall shabu of frost tea—my 2nd favorite behind beer, lol. Just chit-chatting a bit, he offers that he had talked to his tattoo guy, and he agreed to put the tat on me, but late Nox, and at his house. I said that was fine with me, but I would accept to fetch along lil bro."So what is this tat your so urgent about getting"? Having anticipated the question, I fish out the while of paper I had stored in my back pocket. That big beautiful diamond, with 'go go infield dillon'arced across the top. I explained to Kirk it had been in my cabinet at every plot, right under my helmet. I still had no idea where it came from.

"That 's amazing Matt"I respond with"ya—-and so is this"With that I whip out my big athlete dick, and get down stroking up. Kirk just grin, and says"oh Ya"

We got at it like usual, cept this time more on the vanilla side of meat. He wanted that thick jock junk pretty warm today I guess : )

As we finish up, and Kirk re-fills the tea, he offers that we could go down to"privy"house tonight to get the tat done. He would discern me some cash if I needed it, lawsuit he forgot to ask Jake what he would load me. Also, he had a son about Dustin 's age, so they could hang out together while the rest of us worked on the ink.

I said that all was awesome, to come by about 7:00 and we could go take hold of some grub down at the diner, then head out. We would n't evidence mom, cause she kinda had a thing about TAT and material, and she already had voiced that she did n't like the mohawk. about of us that got them back at homecoming were still sporting them, and decided to hold open them for high schooltime.

The diner was busy, being a Friday dark. Since there were three of us we opted for pizza instead of burgers. Scarfing it down rather quickly, we head for the door."What you b o y s up to tonight hun"? asked my mom all cheerful n shit. I hesitate until we were out the door, and as it closes I holler back"getting a tattoo mom ”. Kirk and Dustin and me each start giggling, and bolt for the car to escape before mom could do out to stop us.

We arrive about 45 minutes later at Jake 's -- -he was bout 20 miles out in the country, and there was some traffic getting out of President Tyler. Jake introduces his wife, Sheila, and son Nate. The two b o y s head word for the den, with bite in hired man to get into some scary pic. The rest of us head downstairs to Jake 's home studio. I shed my tee on the way down, and Sheila wish me on my 'tite'bod. I give a uneasy smile and point for the obvious chair. Showing the drawing to Jake, he replied with"Oh ya -- -that 's confection. This will be slow, about 30 minutes ”.

It was pretty quite as Jake went to puzzle out, digging the needle into the sinew of my back right articulatio humeri. He asked about the draftsmanship, so once again I went through the story. Jumping up to re-fill our boozing, Sheila commented on the 'lump'in my knickers. Blushing, and looking down at my right thigh, I just kinda grinned and softly replied"ya—it 's fairly big ”. Freeballin as common, and noticing that my denim were a bit fast tonight, I was packing a pretty big lummox. Even soft, I hung about 7"Jake just kept working and the room got quite again.

I took about 40 minutes, and Jake complimented that I took the goad well, being my first clip. I checked it out in the mirror, and flashed a big smiling, thanking him for doing it. When I asked Jake how much, he cleared his throat, and started slowly with"well Matt, here 's the quite a little. Normally that would be about a $ 75 tat. But I got a proposal for ya you might like. We already heard about that big dick of yours—Kirk went into some pretty estimable particular for us. So -- -- I want you to fuck my wife, and Kirk and me watch ”.

A face of astonishment, for sure, came across my face. I just looked at Jake, and replied"huh ?"“ Ya matte -- -fuck my wife. She digs young jock cock, and it 's totally cool with me. We wo n't tell apart either, lol"I respond nervously with,"well, fuck ya"!

Sheila jumps up with joy, and taking a quick swig of her bloody The Virgin, we all go back upstairs to the master bedroom.

Sheila quickly jumps on the bed, and sheds her clothes, while Jake and Kirk take a behind each on the side of meat of the bed. I shrug my shoulders, and swing my drawers, and kick them to the foundation of the bed."Oh my gawd honey -- -he 's so hairy ! And face at that cute tite butt"! I just flash a smiling, and cower up between Sheila 's second joint 's from the foot of the bed. Spreading her slightly, I dive straight in, burying my facial expression into her bushy snatch, and dumbfound my tongue right into her slit. Sheila let 's out a slight ecphonesis, and spreading her Thomas More out-of-doors with my hand, run my spit even deeper into her wet snatch. I did n't usually spend a lot of time nibbling on the button like a lot of guy do, I wanted that pussycat juice all over my face !

feeding her out for about 15 minute, while Kirk and Jake begin jacking their dicks watching, I decided it was clip to slew her the meat. Sitting back on all fours, I grab my cock and orb, and guide my now sway hard prick into her lip. As her optic widen, and she inhales, I drive my fatheaded jockstrap meat all the way in. Sheila grabs me around the modest of my back, and I start a slow down thrust, in and out of her tunnel, getting her all moist and wet. A few minutes of slow mo, and sucking on her pap, suddenly, she pushes my face back with both hands, and loudly proclaims,"fuck me Matthew—fuck me and signify it"

Well, that 's all I needed. Sitting back on my haunches, I grab Sheila by her thighs, and swing them up and over my shoulders. Maintaining a tight grip, I slam it to her with a lead trustfulness, and go to Town. Quickly jabbing her slit with my dense pulsating cock, I start sweating, dripping down my frontal bone and quarry. It was hot in the room, but I liked it. Jake and Kirk had now totally removed their gasp, and each wide-spread, where whacking away at their pecker like a pair of pent up prisoners. I continued ramming Sheila like a horned up dog myself, and clenching my eye and dentition, I finally rend out. From her screaming and gyrating around, and the wetness of my pubes, I assumed she had cum. I grab my hawkshaw at the base, and aim right for her rima oris. BAMM !

III flying guess right to her brass. Then 5 more right between the tits, then trailing down to her pot. I smiled at my 'average'cargo, but to the others, prolly pretty big. Sheila exclaims"oh my gawd"and I quickly hop off the bed and grab my jeans.

We quickly frock, and I go assault up Dustin. I knew he would be getting sleepy, and we were just shy of an 60 minutes getting back home. We get back, and I thank Kirk for an awing Night, and put Dustin to bed. Down to my room, I fish out another beer from the mini-fridge, and Light up a joint. Been wanting that all day. Putting on some smut, I grab detention of my still wet dick and go at it. One more nut before crashing out .