New Jock Tales—Sophomore class -- -Chpt 1

summer had been totally awesome. The unspoilt ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the trump part—independently peregrine, lol. The yard line of work were going large, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a month. That was just about a yr earnings for a teenager working persona meter at a grocery store.

I took a 3rd shoes ribbon at the motocross sports meeting, which was fine. Mostly just a stress reliever, and a chance to get ill-gotten. I also knocked down my first gold gloves—again not a major thing in my spirit, but it was kinda cool to just get in the ring and just beat the diddlysquat outta some dude.

Today was the first day of recitation. varsity at last. I went into the day gleaming with superbia, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon come crashing down, and I was gon na feel like the full-grown fool on the planet, and all I wanted to do was go away.

drill was nil like last twelvemonth. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 tutor. And neither of them were interested in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ backbone just throwing the clod to some 9th graders to fascinate. I mean fuck—no plays, no run, no weights -- -what the fuck. I was already scurvy. I noticed Maurice going out for some stop. Guess he would prolly make it—but with no control of the team, I could kiss that deal of that sloppy brain every week bye.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three Seniors. You ca n't be first string—let alone a starter ”. The word hit my brain like a bullet."These b o y s got a dream just as big as you—you got to play for the team now, and support them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did have ¼ backs before you got here. Now, unless you want to consider another berth for a patch for some more biz time, your going to have 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 articulatio genus and go suckin dick, huh coach ? Cause looks like that 's all the action I 'm gon na get this year ”. person had just walked into the elbow room, and all I heard was"woooah there cowherd ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the locker room. Slamming into my cabinet threshold made a few heads turn. I sat on the work bench to take off my cleat, and socks. Did n't even give birth any funk going on, not even my pits, cause I had n't done a fuckin thing all day. I tore out of my recitation New Jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the locker door. Yanking it candid, I threw the New Jersey, and cleats into the storey. Sitting back, now coming out of my football game pants, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise threw them and my helmet into the flooring of my locker, did n't even bother to hang anything up.

I grabbed my Levis, but before I could get them on, somebody barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the position ?"It hit too riotous, and too laborious. I lunged towards the player, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his NJ, 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 rightfield in his aspect, I just hollo out"does this look like a b o y to you"?

In moments about half the instrumentalist 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 floor, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his finger right in my face, comes back with"Do n't have it away what ur problem is Dillon, but you better get it in check, boi. Your not the wiz here punk— One more stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Jesus fuckin H Christ—what 's all this racquet"? Three of the coaches had blasted into the locker way."It 's zippo coach—we got it under control. Dillon there just wanted to squirm 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 cabinet, and sat again on the work bench, just long enough to tie up my PF circular, and sling them around my shoulder joint. I stuffed my tee in my back air pocket, and proceeded out the locker room, shirtless, and unfinished foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the coaches hollar"soul git him—see what the fucking is up his ass ”.

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

I arrived at 'the fleck'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 international mile North of Ithiel Town on old RT 5. belittled moth-eaten road in the eye of nowhere. Some of the erstwhile family line in townsfolk referred to it as 'that place where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that—how the screw do they know that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town truckers, rockers, and grammatical construction types. Pretty rough dudes mostly, lots of heftiness and ink, or maybe some marry clotheshorse from townsfolk 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 late on a Friday night, I would be favourable to still get a room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the landrover off the corner of the edifice. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my orb cap down over my eyebrows, I stroll into the entrance hall. Holding my promontory kinda downwards, I glance up at the clerk, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you hold your head down so I do n't see your baby face, or -- -you waltz in here looking like immortal gift, with all them abs, hoping Im nance and I 'll let you accept a room in commutation for some of that dick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to make me conceive your really 19, but you do n't have your ID on ya, after driving out here in the centre of no where without it, and would I be really cool down and run over to the store and get you a six ingroup. So cowpuncher -- -which is it"?

I raised my head 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 trouble I could get in for renting you a room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a tenuous Elvis smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his chief back and forth, and just mumbled"oh nookie man, I dunno ”.

"Look dandy, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three battle today, my best friends told me I was a dent, 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 problem, I promise ”.

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

As I head for the door, I stop and turn around, and just suffer there."Something else, cowboy"? I grab my prick and pull it down inside my jeans, and flashing a fragile grin, just say"the beer"?"Holy Virgin Mary, female monarch of Scot"replied Jason, rolling his heart. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the office, and capitulum across the parking lot to the 24 hr store up front on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that way before someone sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and drive around back to the corner room at the end. It was so sorry I had to get out my headlight on for a mo just to see the doorway curl and open the door. Grabbing my gear bag, upon entering the elbow room I toss it on the bed, kicking the threshold shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and principal heterosexual for the shower. Turning the water to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my cover to the nebuliser, I grab the packet boat of motel shampoo and lather up the mortarboard. Relaxing under the remedial powers of the hot body of water, I just tip my head back and close my oculus. I only stay in the shower bath a few minutes, in maliciousness of how skillful it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stand, with putz hanging super low now, I grab a towel off the rack. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and Forth River across my cover. Turning around to pass for the gear bag again, I stopped perfectly in my racetrack, startled.

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

So getting the hint that it was his chance to swallow down that big teenage dick in his face, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low hanging dick. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my pecker hard. I close my eyes, and placing my hired man on top of his head, usher him down to the pubes. After a few transactions, he 's got me rock hard, and the veins are starting to pop. I yank my swollen hammer from his back talk, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, finish it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and start out drying off."Aight dawg—get the fuck out. I got ta get to wreak ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock gruelling cock from his mouth, denying his dirty money of my mellisonant 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 room access I hollered at him"hey—ok if I smoke some dope in the room"? Jason rolled his eyes and heading again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to construct a special jail for me"I took that to entail 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 roast, I quickly sucked down the totally affair. Fishing out some socks, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half punishing prick down the rightfulness leg. I brought my Catapiller workplace boots for the night. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man aspect, rather than supporter, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the rest period into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike up the mohawk—damm, it 's about 4"marvelous now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the movement of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a small township in itself. In plus to the motel, there was a small 24 hr grocery store— down the road there was a small lake, where you could camp. There was also a small grill—kinda like a waffle house, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make note of that one ), and of course the main attraction—the dirty record storage.

I doubted I had much of a chance at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the country like it was, they 're were a few people hanging out presence of the building. I spied a charge card porch chair near the nook, away from the main entrance, and decided that would be my best spot. Fishing my hummer, and zippo from my pocket, I lite up a Camel, and choose the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the chair back until my shoulder meet the wall, and with a couple of all right allowance accomplish just the the right way balance for leaning back on the rear two legs.

Taking a swig of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three dandy, about 25 feet in front of me, just to the side of the row of 18 Sir Robert Eric Mortimer Wheeler parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I surmisal. The dude appeared to be of the grammatical construction persuasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon gun barrel that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing armored combat vehicle circus tent, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had tremendous pit hair's-breadth ontogeny. I figured they were around mid twenties to early on 30 or so. Like me, they each had Saint Matthew 's on, and workplace iron heel.

"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 rebuff 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 ground, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my book binding to the three dudes, I pop the release on my 501 's, and spend them to my thigh. Turning my principal back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum lick this impertinent ass ”.

One of the guys playfully slaps the others chest with the cover of his hand, and they start a curb perambulation over towards me. I flip the chairman around, and pulling my jeans back up, but not buttoning up, take a posterior backwards in the chair, with my dick and clod hanging out. I take a agile whiff on my right pit, just to show off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately comments on my junk."damm b o y prissy bundle ”. 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 find like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the true statement just a bit for the sales sales talk ) The blackguard look at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty drunk, and one reply"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the spot, I guess those are your pail 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 egg. So, —do we need to talk, or are we wasting each others meter"?

About this clock time Jason rounds the recession headed for the storage. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a black belt ammunition ”, and goes on into the storage. The three once again go laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a black belt"? I look them steely in the oculus, and in my outflank low growling voice reply"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three golden mitt ”. ( 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 guys fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This time, I do the chortle, and just answer"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 bigger than me—and I just keep going back for more. So—you guys wan na happen upon a deal, or you just wan na stand there and stare, wondering how sweet-smelling my juice is"?

The three just glance 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 pecker. So—how a good deal"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling putz back into my jeans, reach down for my beer, and polish off it off. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I start slowly walking across the nominal head of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't show in 15 hour, I 'll get into you ca n't afford it ”. ( how was that for arrogance ? ) I walked around the edifice, and headed across the parking lot back towards my room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that thug got some attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my step, that earlier the bozo had so put me down about."Fuck them"I thought to myself—I like it.

Back at the room I leave the room access standing open. Being come wickedness, there were n't many bugs to deal with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and roll up another joint, taking a yoke of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my gearing bag, and spreading my hairy legs passably wide, I started stroking up at a slow but deliberate yard. It only took second for the duncical veins of my rotating shaft to swell up, and my big mushroom head to irrupt out, like a dog. The shag juice was already flowing, and coating my head, I was fix to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten minutes, as the three came strolling in the door. The last shut the door, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin Redeemer'. I flash an malevolent grin, and just reply,"more like Devil bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 piece of ass on ur gumshoe, but we just gitten 1 tool each. Probably the more sot of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his belly."Me first-class honours degree cowboy"Im really getting tired of this cattleman bullshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the bottle high in the air, and squeeze out a flow rightfield to his hole. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab dude by the waistline, and thrash it in. He lets out a yip, exclaiming"damm this goon is thick ”. I rear back and deliver the 2d slam, and then a tertiary, and then, I go to township. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a couple of minutes, I was panting like I had run a mil.

The dude 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 former two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from clotheshorse ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the corner chairwoman. Putting his manus to his face, he just mumbles"damm that punk rocker is a monster ”. The future dude, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me succeeding ”.

With the second dude assuming the same position, I start the Saame treatment, grabbing his waist, and slamming it in laborious as I could. In just a couple of hits, he too is crying out for me to ease up a bit. Another vicious smile, and Im sure nuff now in 'devil fashion'. I reach up and take hold of him by the backbone of his hair, and yanking his point back, mumble"shut the fuck up ”, and just keep fucking, like a pneumatic hammer. My egg were slapping hard against his ass impertinence. I only noticed then that only one of the fashion plate had any hair on his ass. In a few to a greater extent minutes of still taking his pound, the tertiary buster finally steps up, and basically just pushes the dude aside.

"My turn now ”. Assuming the same spot, on the recess of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his hollow, I pause and soak in the beautiful hirsute hammock 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 occur up the opportunity, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my face into the rich pungent stink of his common ass. He was advanced as fuck, and with just a few munches of his hairy crack, I drove my tongue as cryptic as I could into his good sebaceous hole. He was funky—I mean days worth of funk ! I sucked on his hole, as I probed it with my tongue. Between the high from the cola, 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 proper cock down. Only about 10-12 stab into his guts, then dissenter 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 suite, and the three of them lined up at the basis of the bed, each stroking their own prick, with backtalk open. I thought to myself what a perfect tense blackmail pic this would be to show to their married woman, or girl. With tongues hanging out, I grab my swollen shaft, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally pull it from my ball. Still swelling, and my nervure popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to mention I had put on a chrome cockring earlier ), the press from my cock n clod was now reaching it 's eminent end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting backtalk, I volleyed.

Slinging my meat from left to compensate, I popped the first current of my thick jock juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left hand, for another. Seven times, blasting my rope from left to right, completely covering their faces in my thick slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my Ball, I stand there for a few seconds, while they looked at each other in astonishment, 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 powerful current of my steaming hot jock urine, and again from left to right, soaked them down from their head teacher to their pubic region. They were covered now, with all my jock succus. I kinda smirk, as they each began to blow their own cargo up their chest 's and bellies, mixing their cum with my piddle and jizz. They were a unadulterated heap, lol. But—number three, the hairy awful one, had yet to blow. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy jock ass rightfield in his face, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his face into my ass cracking, and licked me up just as I had done him. In entirely moments, as he drove his lingua into my tite jock hole, he finally busts. Falling back, with his back into the bed, and his head tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as just as me. Three shots go straight up from his piss slit, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my pilus with his thick construction jizz. I grin at his brawny explosion, but then five Sir Thomas More shots hit me in the little of my rachis, and started trailing down my ass and thighs.

Giving the three of them only a few second to recover, 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 pass over 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 blue jean on, I bark at them"that 's good, 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 credenza. I give a friendly shove to the dudes shoulder, and once again bark for them to get out. As they each grab their flush and golf tee, and go scrambling out the door, 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 on down.

As he enters the elbow room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the fuck up, and get this dick in your backtalk ”. Widening his eyes, Jason fell to his knees, and plunge my still half hard substance into his oral fissure. Sucking loudly and boggy like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of noise ) 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 backbreaking, I yanked out of his mouth, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his denim to his articulatio talocruralis, 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 yip, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one poking after another. It took a few minutes this metre, but I felt my abs stiffen up, and knew it was sentence.

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 dresser, and grabbing him by the throat, shoved my gumshoe into his mouth. All the way to the back of his pharynx, I once again salvo. Not near as big as a few mo ago of course, but three roofy straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on meat, he shot pretty damm full himself, leaving a stream across his thorax and belly, and making a prissy pool. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his sassing, I flash him and evil grin, and cut promiscuous another stream of my hot stinkin piss. His middle widen again, and he starts to sway his head back and forth, but I just look him in the heart 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 throat. As he zips back up, I walk to the credenza and photograph off two twenty dollar bill."Here 's for the elbow room, and beer. Thanx dude"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I speculation he was in seismic disturbance, and as he heads out the threshold, I quickly pack up, and slide back into my 501 's. Skipping the wind cone, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the road, and caput for home.

As I approach townspeople, I decide to roll into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any place in town. As Im fueling up, I notice a match of young lady a few ticker over checking me out. Damm—just no time. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock and roll hard 8-pac, I grab my junk for a flying adjustment. I see one of the daughter widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my good leg, and slapping her hand against her mouth, turns her top dog to the early, giggling.

Hanging up the heart, then grabbing my tank, I proceed into the store to choose one More weewee, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the mens elbow room, I notice on the wall, a all line up of cowman boots."Fuck ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few minutes, pick out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the stack of boxes, I find a sz 12. holy place fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulders."piece of tail it—everybody seems to want me to be rodeo rider, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the boot, and a hat I grabbed on the retort. The young woman pack me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on pump 7 ”. She looks at me a moment, decided I guess whether to card me for the gage, but then I guess deciding I spent enough money, and just total 's me out."One eighty, hun"I snap off the twenties, and she bags up the rush, and I put the cowboy hat on my head. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few vehicles are moving in front of me. I pause to let them croak, but one dude is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my properly hand, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my bushy pits. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car head on. Nothing John Roy Major mind you, just a tap. I could n't help but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get home before mom, or in case Dustin were to wake up and freak out grounds I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the conducting wire. I quietly sneak into the house, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few slugs of chocolate milk. Damm I loved that dump. Then taking a peep inside 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 in the concluding of the cash. One to a greater extent quick piss, then strip down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a long day, and I was beat .