New Jock Tales—Sophomore Year -- -Chpt 1

summer had been totally awesome. The best ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the best part—independently mobile, lol. The pace Book of Job were going great, and the 'personal service of process'that followed up on about one-half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a month. That was just about a years salary for a teenager working component part meter at a market stock.

I took a 3rd piazza medallion at the motocross meet, which was all right. Mostly just a stress substitute, and a chance to get foul. I also knocked down my 1st golden gloves—again not a John Major thing in my animation, but it was kinda aplomb to just get in the pack and just dumbfound the dickhead outta some dude.

Today was the first day of pattern. Varsity at last. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon issue forth crashing down, and I was gon na feel like the biggest tomfool on the satellite, and all I wanted to do was disappear.

exercise was nix like last year. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 motorbus. And neither of them were interested in my stimulation. All that was happening was us five ¼ backs just throwing the ball to some 9th graders to catch. I mean fuck—no plays, no running, no weighting -- -what the fuck. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. guess he would prolly make it—but with no ascendence of the squad, I could kiss that deal of that sloppy head every week so long.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three Seniors. You ca n't be world-class string—let alone a starter ”. The parole hit my brain like a bullet."These b o y s got a pipe dream just as big as you—you got to run for the team now, and affirm them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did have ¼ vertebral column before you got here. Now, unless you want to consider another view for a piece for some more biz fourth dimension, your going to let the take 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 tool, huh coach ? Cause looks like that 's all the action 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 way. Slamming into my cabinet room access made a few heads turn. I sat on the bench to exact off my cleats, and drogue. Did n't even get any funk going on, not even my pits, cause I had n't done a fuckin thing all day. I tore out of my practice jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the cabinet door. Yanking it open, I threw the jersey, and cleats into the floor. Sitting back, now coming out of my football pants, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise threw them and my helmet into the floor of my cabinet, did n't even discommode to hang anything up.

I grabbed my levis, but before I could get them on, soul barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the position ?"It hit too profligate, and too hard. I lunged towards the instrumentalist, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his Garden State, slammed him into the row of storage locker just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his chest and shoving my jock right in his case, I just holler out"does this look like a b o y to you"?

In consequence about half the actor in the room were on me, pulling me off what turned out to be Cameron White—just the starting elder ¼ back. Cameron jumps up from the floor, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his finger right in my aspect, comes back with"Do n't know what ur trouble is Dillon, but you better get it in cheque, boi. Your not the star here punk— One more than stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Deliverer fuckin H Christ—what 's all this racket"? Three of the coaches had blasted into the locker way."It 's naught coach—we got it under control condition. 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 attack. I turned back to my locker, and sat again on the bench, just long enough to tie up my PF handbill, and sling them around my shoulder joint. I stuffed my tee in my back sac, and proceeded out the cabinet way, shirtless, and spare foot. As I exited into the hallway, 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 spot'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 miles North of town on old RT 5. Small dusty road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the older folks in Town referred to it as 'that place where the homo go'. I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that—how the screw do they fuck that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town teamster, bikers, and construction types. Pretty rough dudes mostly, mint of brawniness and ink, or maybe some married sheik from townspeople that could n't get head from their wife. I went straight to the spine of the field to the motel. It only had about 25 rooms, and this tardily on a Friday nighttime, I would be favourable to still get a room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the jeep off the corner of the building. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my egg cap down over my eyebrow, I stroll into the lobby. Holding my head kinda downwards, I glance up at the shop clerk, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you retain your head down so I do n't see your baby facial expression, or -- -you valse in here looking like gods endowment, with all them abs, hoping Im queer and I 'll let you have a room in exchange for some of that putz ur packin, or -- -your going to try to pretend me believe your really 19, but you do n't have your ID on ya, after driving out here in the middle of no where without it, and would I be really cool off and run over to the store and get you a six pack. So puncher -- -which is it"?

I raised my fountainhead up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'right in the face, I sheepishly replied,"all that, I guess ”. Jason, looking peeved, fired back at me"you know the kind of worry I could get in for renting you a elbow room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a svelte Elvis smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the Truth ”. Jason shakes his headspring 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, got in three fights today, my sound champion told me I was a mother fucker, It 's the Same as anybody else out here—I just wan na empty these balls down somebody 's throat. I been pent up for three days now. I wo n't be any hassle, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my pressure, finally turns around and yanks a key off the wrack. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me square in the middle,"24, back side—in the nighttime, all the way down. Get ur nut, then get the fuck outta here. Got me"?"Ya, I got ya dude—and thanx bro. Oh—you need me to fill out a scorecard 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, puncher"? I grab my dick and draw out it down inside my jeans, and flashing a slim smile, just say"the beer"?"holy Mary, female monarch of Scottish"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 fund up front man 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 drive around back to the turning point room at the end. It was so dark I had to leave my headlights on for a hour just to see the door lock and afford the door. Grabbing my gear bag, upon entering the 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 urine 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 therapeutic world power of the hot weewee, I just tilt my headspring back and close my eye. I only stay in the shower a few moment, in spite of how good it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stall, with dick 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 back. Turning around to head for the train bag again, I stopped deadened in my tracks, startled.

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

So getting the clue that it was his chance to swallow down that big teenage cock in his face, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low suspension cock. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my peter hard. I close my eyes, and placing my manus on top of his straits, usher him down to the pubes. After a few min, he 's got me shake knockout, and the veins are starting to pop. I yank my swollen pecker from his backtalk, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, complete it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and start drying off."Aight dawg—get the fuck out. I got ta get to work ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock laborious cock from his mouth, denying his prize of my dulcet yung succus. I told him I would holler 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 room access I hollered at him"hey—ok if I smoke some dope in the way"? Jason rolled his eyes and head again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to build a special jail for me"I took that to signify ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the small bag of dope I had packed. Rolling up a pencil joint, I quickly sucked down the whole matter. Fishing out some sock, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half backbreaking gumshoe down the right leg. I brought my Catapiller work boots for the Nox. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man expression, rather than athlete, 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 of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a lowly town in itself. In add-on to the motel, there was a small 24 hr grocery store store— down the route there was a minor lake, where you could camp out. There was also a minuscule grill—kinda like a waffle mansion, a tattoo store, ( hmmmm make billet of that one ), and of course the main attraction—the dirty book computer storage.

I doubted I had much of a hazard at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the commonwealth like it was, they 're were a few hoi polloi hanging out front end of the construction. I spied a plastic porch chair near the nook, away from the main incoming, and decided that would be my outflank blot. Fishing my sens, and aught from my sack, I lite up a Camel, and take the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the professorship back until my shoulders meet the bulwark, and with a couple of fine adjustments attain just the decently remainder for leaning back on the rear two peg.

Taking a swig of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three sheik, about 25 feet in front of me, just to the side of the row of 18 wheelwright parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I guessing. The dudes appeared to be of the construction suasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon gun barrel that they had started a firing in. Two of them were wearing armoured combat vehicle tops, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had enormous pit hairsbreadth outgrowth. I figured they were around mid mid-twenties to early 30 or so. Like me, they each had Levi 's on, and work kick.

"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 slight laugh at each early, 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 president to the ground, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my back to the three sheik, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and cut down them to my thighs. Turning my head back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum lap this smart ass ”.

One of the guys playfully slaps the others chest with the back of his hand, and they start a moderate perambulation over towards me. I flip the death chair around, and pulling my dungaree back up, but not buttoning up, take a tail end backwards in the chairman, with my dick and bollock hanging out. I take a straightaway whiff on my right pit, just to usher off a bit.

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

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the dapple, I guess those are your bucketful trucks 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 musket ball. So, —do we need to talk, or are we wasting each others prison term"?

About this time Jason rounds the recession 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 fund. The three once again get laughing, yep—they were pretty drink in, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a black belt"? I look them steely in the oculus, and in my advantageously low growling voice reply"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three golden baseball glove ”. ( 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 bozo 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 guy wire bigger than me—and I just keep going back for more. So—you guys wan na coin a great deal, or you just wan na stand there and stare, wondering how sweetly my juice is"?

The three just glance around at each other, until one finally shrugs his shoulder."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage pecker. So—how a lot"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling putz back into my dungaree, reach down for my beer, and finish it off. Wiping my mouth with the backbone of my hand, I start slowly walking across the front of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. elbow room 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't evidence in 15 minutes, I 'll simulate you ca n't open it ”. ( how was that for haughtiness ? ) I walked around the building, and headed across the parking lot back towards my room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that toughie got some attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my footstep, that earlier the Guy had so put me down about."Fuck them"I thought to myself—I like it.

Back at the room I leave the door standing open. Being sum swarthiness, there were n't many bugs to vie with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and roll up another joint, taking a couplet of hitting off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my gear bag, and spreading my hairy legs middling all-embracing, I started stroking up at a slow but turn over pace. It only took moments for the loggerheaded nervure of my shaft to swell up, and my big mushroom head to break open out, like a dog. The fuck succus was already flowing, and coating my head, I was prepare to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten min, as the three came strolling in the door. The last shut the threshold, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin Jesus of Nazareth'. I flash an evil smile, and just reply,"more like Satan bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 musical composition of ass on ur tool, but we just gitten 1 prick each. Probably the more drunk of the three gets a big smiling, and lays across the end of the bed on his abdomen."Me first cowboy"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 watercourse right to his golf hole. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab swell by the waist, and slam it in. He lets out a yelp, exclaiming"damm this punk is thick ”. I rear back and give birth the second sweep, and then a third, and then, I go to townsfolk. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a duet of minutes, I was panting like I had run a mil.

The fellow was grabbing at sheets like he had a baseball bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh fuck b o y s, get this madman off me ! Get him off ! The other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, jerk me from dudes ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the corner chair. Putting his script to his face, he just mumbles"damm that punk is a monster ”. The next dude, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me adjacent ”.

With the irregular buster assuming the like position, I start the Lapplander discourse, grabbing his waist, and slamming it in hard as I could. In just a couple of smasher, he too is crying out for me to ease up a bit. Another immorality grin, and Im sure nuff now in 'devil mode'. I reach up and seize him by the dorsum of his hairsbreadth, and yanking his forefront back, mumble"shut the fuck up ”, and just keep piece of tail, like a jackhammer. My fruitcake were slapping hard against his ass cheeks. I only noticed then that only one of the fop had any haircloth on his ass. In a few Thomas More minutes of still taking his hammering, the third dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the dude aside.

"My number now ”. Assuming the same touch, on the recession of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his mess, I pause and soak in the beautiful hirsute mounds 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 pass up the opportunity, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my face into the rich pungent malodour of his common ass. He was ripe as fuck, and with just a few Munch of his hairy cleft, I drove my clapper as deep as I could into his advanced greasy gob. He was funky—I think days worth of funk ! I sucked on his jam, as I probed it with my knife. Between the high from the dope, and the foetor of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a right dick down. Only about 10-12 thrusts into his catgut, then contestant number 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 loud throaty voice"on ur knees ”. The early two followed retinue, and the three of them lined up at the base of the bed, each stroking their own gumshoe, with mouths spread. I thought to myself what a staring blackmail pic this would be to evidence to their wives, or lady friend. With tongues hanging out, I grab my swollen shaft, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally displume it from my nuts. Still swelling, and my nervure popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to bring up I had put on a chrome cockring earlier ), the pressure sensation from my peter n orchis was now reaching it 's high end. Aiming at # 1 's thirstily awaiting mouth, I volleyed.

Slinging my meat from left to correct, I popped the kickoff stream of my dense jock succus across each of their faces. Then, back to the left, for another. Seven times, blasting my rope from left to right, completely covering their faces in my thickheaded slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my Ball, I stand there for a few seconds, while they looked at each other in amazement, at the monolithic flood that had drenched each of them. With the pressing now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a strong brawny stream of my steaming hot supporter water, and again from left to right, soaked them down from their heading to their pubes. They were covered now, with all my suspensor juices. I kinda smirked, as they each began to blow their own loads up their chest 's and bellies, mixing their cum with my piddle and jizz. They were a fill out mess, lol. But—number three, the hairy cruddy one, had yet to blow. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy supporter ass rightfield in his face, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his face into my ass crack, and licked me up just as I had done him. In only mo, as he drove his tongue into my tite athletic supporter trap, he finally busts. Falling back, with his backbone into the bed, and his head tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as good as me. Three shots go straight up from his urine slit, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my tomentum with his compact construction jizz. I grin at his hefty 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 secondment to reclaim, and spitting into the human face of the one in the middle, I then rules of order 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 denim on, I bark at them"that 's good, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 Fish in his pouch, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credenza. I give a well-disposed shove to the dandy berm, and once again barque for them to get out. As they each grab their bang and teeing ground, and go scrambling out the room access, I step out my ego, and see Jason outside up front, catching a Mary Jane.

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

As he enters the room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the fuck up, and get this dick in your mouth ”. Widening his oculus, Jason fell to his human knee, and steep my still half hard sum into his lip. Sucking loudly and sloppy like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of stochasticity ) he eagerly took down my slab and in just a few had me boned up again.

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

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a suck randomness as his anus closed shut. Telling him to wrick over, I climbed up on top of his dresser, and grabbing him by the throat, shoved my dick into his mouth. All the way to the spine of his throat, I once again volley. Not near as big as a few moments ago of course, but three rope straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on meat, he shot pretty damm safe himself, leaving a stream across his chest and belly, and making a nice puddle. Just as he finished up, with shaft still in his mouth, I flash him and evil grinning, and cut liberate another stream of my hot stinkin piss. His eyes widen again, and he starts to judder his head back and forth, but I just look him in the middle and say"drink it ”. After all—beer weewee is best, right ?

He manages to drink in 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 snap off two twenty dollar bill."Here 's for the way, and beer. Thanx swell"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I surmisal he was in shock, and as he heads out the doorway, I quickly pack up, and slip back into my 501 's. Skipping the socks, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the road, and head for home.

As I approach town, I decide to bicycle into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any post in township. As Im fueling up, I notice a duet of girls a few ticker over checking me out. Damm—just no prison term. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock hard 8-pac, I grab my junk for a quick registration. I see one of the daughter widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my right leg, and slapping her hand against her sassing, turns her fountainhead to the former, giggling.

Hanging up the ticker, then grabbing my storage tank, I proceed into the storehouse to accept one more piss, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the work force elbow room, I notice on the bulwark, a whole line up of cowboy the boot."Fuck ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few minutes, blame out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the heap of loge, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulders."Fuck it—everybody seems to desire me to be cowboy, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the iron heel, and a hat I grabbed on the counter. The girl halo 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 card me for the sens, but then I guess deciding I spent enough money, and just total 's me out."One 80, hun"I snap off the mid-twenties, and she bags up the boot, and I put the cowboy hat on my head. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few fomite are moving in presence 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 hired hand, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my shaggy-coated infernal region. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car oral sex on. Nothing John Roy Major mind you, just a tap. I could n't facilitate but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get home base before mom, or in case Dustin were to wake up and freak out causal agency I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the wire. I quietly sneak into the star sign, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few slug of cocoa milk. Damm I loved that shit. Then taking a cheep interior Dustin 's room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my room, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock drawer', and drop curtain in the conclusion of the cash. One more than quick piss, then pillage down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a long day, and I was beat .