New suspensor story -- -Freshman Year -- Chapter 6 -- -The Aftermath

I head back to the rain shower after Yardbird Parker leaves, and suds up pretty straightaway. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the official party will be down at the buffet car, and mom said they would consume spare help for the expected crowd. By the metre I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the flying field to get my lil bro.

He and his three mgr sidekick, along with some early volunteer were busy in the pedestal picking up the tripe left behind. I gave them a tatty whistle, and said to come up on, we would finish 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 buffet car. piece of tail. Glancing around the lot I can see only one familiar face -- -Parker. screw. I blow a meretricious tin whistle at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a ride"? Parker grins, and looks at his parents, to which they nod approval, and me and Dustin hop in their mini-van. I instruct them the wanton route to the diner, and invite them to issue forth in as well—it would be on me. In the interest of sportsmanship, they agree to come in for some eats.

But as we entered the diner, it seemed that sportsmanship was checked at the room access. The brawl that was going on inside was beyond belief. Every supporter in the spot was engaged in all out war. No longer wearing the protective appurtenance of the uniform, there was more b l o o d flying around than had been at the game. Parker and me just look at each other. Mom and the other waitresses were huddled in a corner—I guessed that no one had even called the pig.

Putting my two low gear fingers to my sass, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made hotdog howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Dorothy Parker. I cough a yoke of clock time, and clear my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Bird Parker to take a seat in one of the few left standing mesa, I announce,"Tigers -- -against the wall ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and contrast up against the long wall of the diner.

Continuing, I then speak in still a garish voice,"Mustangs, center of the room ”. The squad moves into a huddle as ordered."After my mom figures up the damage here—it will be paid for from the gymnastic investment trust. I do n't want to hear the first complaint, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war paint, or tape, or anything else. Am I clear"? A flashy resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the diner."These b o y s are our node. We challenged them -- -we invited them to President Tyler -- -we invited them to come drama football -- -we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to get it on one thing -- -who threw the first punch"? There was a few minute of hesitation before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Reeves -- -tite end. The thoughts were already processing. We were going to find out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front of the powwow, head down, bridge player in pockets."Mustangs -- -grab some ling. make clean this place up. When your done, I want Tigers to ask a place, then you will await on them. You will get their guild, serve the drinks, cook the food, and serve it. You wan na keep those jerseys -- then ur gon na work for them ”. There were a few groan and moan, 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 travel along me down the manse, past the rest way, and into the computer storage room at the back. Entering and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered reeve to guide off his jersey."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a second, then replied"yes sir"“ On your human knee ”. Rand did as ordered, and dropped to his knees."Now apologize to Parker for starting the battle"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an explanation -- -I said apologize ”. Reeves, hanging his head still, muttered softly"I 'm sorry Parker—I threw the outset punch -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Parker gave a nod of approval, but I was n't quenched. I look at Dorothy Parker in the eye, and just said"pulling it out, fop ”. Bird Parker looks at me like he 's confused and response with"huh"?"deplume it out dude -- -get ur putz out"He gives me a shrug of the shoulders, and a smirk, and pops the clit at the top of his jeans. Unzipping and hauling out his dust, 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 prissy packet. I grab Witwatersrand by the pilus, and push his face in towards Bird Parker 's junk."Now apologize like you mean it"Reeves glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered"huh"?"Suck the gentleman dick, punk"Rand hesitates, but I tighten my clutch on his hairsbreadth and remind him"You want that jersey back"?"Yes sir"was all he said."Then I suggest you start sucking cock—or tonight will be the last-place meter you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and grabs Bird Parker 's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his oral fissure, he engulfs Parker 's jock center about half way down.

Starting a polish motion up and down, Charles Christopher Parker throws his head teacher back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's header further down on Charles Christopher Parker now fully tough cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"reef swallows down hard, choking down on Parker 's heavyset nub. I grin to myself thinking—not his first peter. I let go of his hair, and invite Parker to postulate control of Reef head. Parker grabs him with both hands, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his throat made Reeves buck and fight back, but Dorothy Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the balls with each poke. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a small-scale puddle in my decoration, I walk around Parker, and skid my middle finger up his tite hairy jock hole. Parker lets out a rich 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 hard jab, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Parker spreads a all-inclusive shit-eatin grin, and just says"oh piece of ass ya ”.

I order Reeves to change by reversal around, and take hold of the floor with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the Saami digit and dip it into reeve tite jock hole. He lets out a garish groan -- -prolly his world-class fourth dimension. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry athletic supporter ass. Pouring a bit more of the oil down Reeves fluent jock crack, I then grab Dorothy Rothschild Parker shaft, and give it a tite squeeze, and a mates of jerky. I look at him with a diabolical grin, and just say"tear it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Parker grabs Reeves by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, sweep Reeves hole all the way to his pubic region. Reeves lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silencing his shout. Dorothy Parker wasted no sentence in going to town on reeve tite virgin hole. Reeves was whimpering like a baby. Returning to the front line of him, I again grab his hair, and with a tite grip, yank his top dog up, and f o r c e my fingers from the other mitt into his rima oris."spread out"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his backtalk wide-eyed, and I insert my own, now rock toilsome jock cock into his back talk. Gripping his hair even smashed now, like Parker, I instantly start plowing his pharynx, all the way to my public house. rent start pouring from Reeves eyes as he chokes up on my duncish 8"jock shaft, already ozzing fuck juice down his throat, and my vena popping like they were about to split. Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each sweep made a slapping noise as it hit Reeves ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a pair of seconds, just to make him bend, then plunging down past his tonsils.

After about 15 bit 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 bass thrusts down his pharynx, then flavour at Charles Christopher Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly come out blowing our loads across Rand back, and the dorsum of his head word. In fact, we shot so grueling that both of us shot each other at our bellys on the first few snap of thick athlete circle. We covered Reeves back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped reeve in the grimace, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his gasp up, I reach for, and hurl his jersey back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reeves asks, real sheepish like. I reply in a stern voice,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the jersey on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next order. I simply order him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the room, and back into the diner.

Parker just looks at me like he did n't believe what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what"? Parker replies with"it 's rather cool when ur the one dishin it out"

"Now ur learnin -- -- see ya in three week"

Finally back at the house—it had been a really long day. Although I had just pumped a hefty cargo down Reeves throat, I was still almost one-half grueling from so a lot excitement.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jeans, and quickly took my thick athletic supporter marrow into my fist. After just a few separatrix, something made me turn my heading around, looking over my articulatio humeri.

There sat my lil bro, Dustin, three steps down from the top of the stairway.

"Well—you gon na sit there and watch, or come do me"?