New suspensor Tales -- -Freshman Year -- Chapter 6 -- -The aftermath

I head back to the showers after Yardbird Parker leaves, and suds up pretty ready. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the official party will be down at the dining compartment, and mom said they would hold duplicate service for the expected crowd. By the time I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the area to get my lil bro.

He and his three mgr buddies, along with some other Tennessean were busy in the viewpoint picking up the folderol left behind. I gave them a loud whistle, and said to come on, we would complete 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. screw. Glancing around the lot I can see only one familiar face -- -Parker. Fuck. I blow a loud whistle at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a drive"? Parker grins, and looks at his parents, to which they nod favourable reception, and me and Dustin hop in their mini-van. I instruct them the easy road to the buffet car, and take in them to hail in as well—it would be on me. In the interest group of sportsmanship, they agree to add up 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 place was engaged in all out war. No longer wearing the protective gear of the uniform, there was more b l o o d flying around than had been at the game. Yardbird Parker and me just look at each other. Mom and the former waitresses were huddled in a corner—I guessed that no one had even called the cops.

putting my two first digit to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made cad howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Dorothy Rothschild Parker. I cough a duad of times, and light my pharynx. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Charles Christopher Parker to take a seat in one of the few left standing mesa, I announce,"World Tamil Association -- -against the bulwark ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Charles Christopher Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and line up against the prospicient wall of the diner.

Continuing, I then speak in still a loud voice,"Mustangs, centre of the way ”. The team moves into a huddle as ordered."After my mom figures up the damage here—it will be paid for from the athletic fund. I do n't want to discover the first complaint, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war blusher, or tape, or anything else. Am I clear"? A trashy resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the buffet car."These b o y s are our invitee. We challenged them -- -we invited them to Tyler -- -we invited them to get along gaming football -- -we invited them to this dining car, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to acknowledge one thing -- -who threw the first punch"? There was a few moments of hesitation before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Reeves -- -tite end. The persuasion were already processing. We were going to regain out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the straw man of the powwow, head down, hands in sac."Mustangs -- -grab some ling. clean this place up. When your done, I want World Tamil Association to take a seat, then you will hold back on them. You will need their orders, serve the drinks, cook the food, and serve it. You wan na keep those T-shirt -- then ur gon na work for them ”. There were a few moans 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 keep abreast me down the antechamber, past the rest rooms, and into the storage room at the vertebral column. ingress and closing the doorway, then locking it, I ordered Rand to take off his Garden State."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a consequence, then replied"yes sir"“ On your knees ”. Witwatersrand did as ordered, and dropped to his knee joint."Now apologize to Dorothy Parker for starting the fight"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an explanation -- -I said apologize ”. Reef, hanging his top dog 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 ”.

Dorothy Rothschild Parker gave a nod of approval, but I was n't fulfil. I look at Parker in the eye, and just said"pull it out, sheik ”. Dorothy Parker looks at me like he 's broken and reply with"huh"?"extract 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 jeans. 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 reeve by the hair, and agitate his typeface in towards Parker 's rubble."Now apologize like you mean it"Reef glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered"huh"?"Suck the mans dick, punk"Reeves hesitates, but I tighten my clutch on his hair and remind him"You want that T-shirt back"?"Yes sir"was all he said."Then I suggest you start sucking cock—or tonight will be the in conclusion metre you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and snaffle Bird Parker 's already swelling prick. Slowly still, opening his mouth, he engulfs Parker 's jock meat about half way down.

Starting a smooth apparent motion up and down, Parker throws his head back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's head further down on Parkers now fully toilsome cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Reeves swallows down hard, choking down on Charles Christopher Parker 's thick center. I grin to myself thinking—not his inaugural tool. I let go of his hair, and invite Yardbird Parker to pick out control of reeve head. Parker grabs him with both hands, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his throat made Reeves long horse and competitiveness back, but Dorothy Rothschild Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the orchis with each push. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a small puddle in my ribbon, I walk around Parker, and slide my center fingerbreadth up his tite hairy supporter cakehole. 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 couple of quick knockout jabs, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Parker spreads a wide shit-eatin grin, and just says"oh piece of ass ya ”.

I order reef to change by reversal around, and grab the floor with his script. Ass in the air, I take the same finger and dip it into Rand tite jock hole. He lets out a loud moan -- -prolly his first meter. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry athletic supporter ass. Pouring a bit more of the oil down Rand unruffled jock whirl, I then grab Parkers shaft, and give it a tite squeezing, and a couple of jerk. I look at him with a diabolical grin, and just say"tear it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Charles Christopher Parker grabs Reef by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, slams Reef hole all the way to his pubes. reeve lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silencing his outcry. Parker wasted no fourth dimension in going to town on Witwatersrand tite Virgo the 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 head up, and f o r c e my fingerbreadth from the other hand into his mouth."Open"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his mouth wide, and I insert my own, now rock severe suspensor cock into his backtalk. Gripping his hair even tighter now, like Parker, I instantly start plowing his pharynx, all the way to my public house. rip start pouring from reeve eyes as he chokes up on my slurred 8"supporter cock, already ozzing piece of ass 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 stochasticity as it hit Reef ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a duet of arcsecond, just to establish him deform, then plunging down past his faucial tonsil.

After about 15 minutes 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 cryptic poking down his throat, then look at Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly start blowing our loads across reef back, and the back of his heading. In fact, we shot so hard that both of us shot each other at our bellys on the first few injection of thick athlete rophy. We covered Reeves back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped Reeves in the brass, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his pants up, I reach for, and throw his Jersey back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reeves asks, really sheepish like. I reply in a stern vocalisation,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the T-shirt on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next gild. I simply order him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the elbow room, and back into the diner.

Charlie Parker just looks at me like he did n't believe what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what"? Charlie Parker replies with"it 's kinda aplomb 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 long day. Although I had just pumped a sizable load down Reeves throat, I was still almost one-half hard from so practically excitement.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jeans, and quickly took my thick athletic supporter pith into my fist. After just a few slash, something made me bend my mind 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 issue forth do me"?