New athlete Tales—Sophomore Year -- -Chpt 1

Summer had been totally awful. The good ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the C. H. Best part—independently roving, lol. The thou line of work were going bang-up, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a marvelous a month. That was just about a long time salary for a teenager working part time at a grocery storehouse.

I took a 3rd spot medallion at the motocross sports meeting, which was fine. Mostly just a tension reliever, and a hazard to get filthy. I also knocked down my first gilded gloves—again not a major thing in my lifetime, but it was kinda cool to just get in the ring and just flap the shit outta some dude.

Today was the first day of practice. Varsity at last. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon hail crashing down, and I was gon na feel like the fully grown fool on the satellite, and all I wanted to do was disappear.

praxis was nothing like finish year. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 autobus. And neither of them were occupy in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ backbone just throwing the orb to some 9th graders to hitch. I mean fuck—no gambling, no run, no weight unit -- -what the piece of ass. I was already pitiable. I noticed Maurice going out for some grab. shot he would prolly make it—but with no ascendence of the team, I could kiss that softwood of that sloppy head every hebdomad goodbye.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three elder. You ca n't be firstly string—let alone a starter ”. The Christian Bible hit my brain like a fastball."These b o y s got a ambition 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 consume ¼ spinal column before you got here. Now, unless you want to consider another posture for a while for some more plot time, your going to have the ask the terrace for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my genu and start suckin shaft, huh coach ? Cause looks like that 's all the legal action I 'm gon na get this year ”. Someone had just walked into the room, and all I heard was"woooah there cowhand ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the locker room. Slamming into my locker threshold made a few oral sex turn. I sat on the bench to postulate off my cleats, and sock. Did n't even deliver any blue funk going on, not even my pits, cause I had n't done a fuckin affair all day. I tore out of my practice session jersey, and turning, slammed my clenched fist into the footlocker door. Yanking it undetermined, I threw the jersey, and cleats into the level. 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 level of my storage locker, did n't even annoy 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 attitude ?"It hit too degenerate, and too tough. I lunged towards the player, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his jersey, slammed him into the row of cabinet just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his chest and shoving my jock rightfulness in his side, I just yell out"does this flavour like a b o y to you"?

In moment about half the players 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 digit right in my cheek, comes back with"Do n't bang what ur problem is Dillon, but you better get it in stop, boi. Your not the headliner here punk— One more stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Jesus fuckin H Christ—what 's all this racket"? Three of the coaches had blasted into the cabinet room."It 's nothing coach—we got it under control. 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 chuckle were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fire. I turned back to my footlocker, and sat again on the Bench, just long enough to tie up my PF flyer, and sling them around my articulatio humeri. I stuffed my tee in my back pocket, and proceeded out the footlocker room, shirtless, and bare human foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the coaches hollar"somebody git him—see what the screw 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 townspeople on old RT 5. lowly cold road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the erstwhile folks in town referred to it as 'that position where the homosexual go'. I laughed my ass off the first metre I heard that—how the fuck do they know that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town truck driver, bikers, and construction types. Pretty rough in fop mostly, lots of muscles and ink, or maybe some married sheik from town that could n't get head from their wife. I went straight to the backrest of the field to the motel. It only had about 25 room, and this deep on a Friday night, I would be lucky to still get a room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the jeep off the recess of the construction. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my ball cap down over my eyebrows, I stroll into the lobby. Holding my header kinda downwards, I glance up at the salesclerk, and just say"got ta way left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you go for your head down so I do n't see your baby face, or -- -you valse in here looking like gods gift, with all them abs, hoping Im poove and I 'll let you have a way in exchange for some of that prick ur packin, or -- -your going to try to hit me conceive your really 19, but you do n't sustain your ID on ya, after driving out here in the center of no where without it, and would I be really nerveless and run over to the memory board and get you a six coterie. So cowboy -- -which is it"?

I raised my head up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'rightfulness in the typeface, I sheepishly replied,"all that, I guess ”. Jason, looking peeved, fired back at me"you know the form of trouble I could get in for renting you a room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a flimsy dot smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his head back and forth, and just mumbled"oh screwing man, I dunno ”.

"tone dude, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football game, got in three fighting today, my dependable friends told me I was a cock, It 's the like as anybody else out here—I just wan na void these Lucille Ball down somebody 's throat. I been pent up for three 24-hour interval now. I wo n't be any worry, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my pressure, finally turns around and yanks a key off the rack. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me solid in the eyes,"24, back side—in the night, all the way down. Get ur nut, then get the fucking outta here. Got me"?"Ya, I got ya dude—and thanx bro. Oh—you need me to fill out a circuit board 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, cowboy"? I grab my dick and extract it down inside my blue jean, and flashing a slight smile, just say"the beer"?"Holy Mary, Queen of Scottish"replied Jason, rolling his center. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the office, and heads across the parking lot to the 24 hour storage up front on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that room before individual sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and drive around back to the corner room at the end. It was so dark I had to go out my headlight on for a minute just to see the door curl and give the doorway. Grabbing my gear bag, upon entering the way I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and fountainhead straight for the shower. Turning the water to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my rear to the spray, I grab the packet of motel shampoo and lather up the mortarboard. Relaxing under the therapeutic powers of the hot water, I just angle my head back and close my oculus. I only stay in the shower a few minutes, in spite of how just it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stall, with dick hanging tiptop 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 school principal for the gear bag again, I stopped dead in my running, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the fuck outta me ”. Jason had come into the way, and was sitting on the niche of the bed, leaning back on his elbow joint, with the six pack resting on his waist. He was a pretty good looking dude actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to hit 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 doughnut. 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 knee joint touching his pegleg. Still dripping wet, I took another slug of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a discussion.

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 wall hanging putz. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my cock hard. I close my eyes, and placing my hand on top of his head, usher him down to the pubes. After a few minutes, he 's got me rock hard, and the vein are starting to pop. I yank my egotistical hammer from his oral cavity, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, finish it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and bug out drying off."Aight dawg—get the nooky out. I got ta get to make ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock gruelling cock from his mouth, denying his loot of my sweetened yung succus. I told him I would cry him when I got done, and he could issue forth back and finish up. He did me a favour, so I was n't going to jet out without returning the same.

As he nodded and headed for the doorway I hollered at him"hey—ok if I smoke some cola in the way"? Jason rolled his eyes and head again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to work up a extra poky for me"I took that to mean ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the diminished bag of pinhead I had packed. Rolling up a pencil juncture, I quickly sucked down the whole affair. Fishing out some air sock, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half hard peter down the flop leg. I brought my Catapiller oeuvre kick for the night. Figure Id go fore the 'rugged'working man flavour, rather than athlete, or skate boarder. I grab another beer, then put the rest into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike out up the mohawk—damm, it 's about 4"grandiloquent now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the social movement of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a small town in itself. In increase to the motel, there was a small 24 hr grocery store— down the road there was a little lake, where you could tent. There was also a small grill—kinda like a waffle house, a tattoo store, ( hmmmm make distinction of that one ), and of course of action the master attraction—the dirty book of account store.

I doubted I had much of a chance at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the state like it was, they 're were a few people hanging out front of the building. I spied a plastic porch electric chair near the corner, away from the primary entrance, and decided that would be my best spot. Fishing my smokes, and zippo from my pocket, I lite up a Camel, and take the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the chair back until my shoulder meet the paries, and with a couple of delicately adjustments achieve just the ripe rest for leaning back on the rear two pegleg.

Taking a draft of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three fop, about 25 feet in front end of me, just to the position of the row of 18 wheelwright parked along the wayside. About 11 of them I supposition. The clotheshorse appeared to be of the mental synthesis view, and were standing around a 55 gallon barrelful that they had started a fervor in. Two of them were wearing tank pinnacle, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had enormous pit hair growth. I figured they were around mid twenties to early 30 or so. Like me, they each had St. Matthew the Apostle 's on, and work boots.

"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 jest at each other, and I barely hear one of them say"tinder got a bit of mental attitude, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda wise ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the chairperson to the ground, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my vertebral column to the three dudes, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and put down them to my thighs. Turning my head back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum clout this sassy ass ”.

One of the guys playfully slaps the others chest with the backbone of his hired man, and they start a moderate stroll over towards me. I flip the chairwoman around, and pulling my jeans back up, but not buttoning up, take a arse backwards in the chair, with my shaft and formal hanging out. I take a promptly whiff on my right pit, just to demonstrate off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately remark on my junk."damm b o y courteous package ”. 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 feel like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the trueness just a bit for the gross sales pitch ) The guys look at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty inebriated, and one replies"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the place, I guess those are your bucket hand truck back at the motel. Your either looking for ass, or your looking to get something up ur ass. Im looking to get it on some ass, and I got a three day back up in these balls. So, —do we need to talk, or are we wasting each others metre"?

About this time Jason rounds the recess headed for the memory. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a mordant knock ”, and goes on into the store. The three once again start laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a Shirley Temple Black belt"? I look them steely in the optic, and in my just low growling voice reply"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three favorable 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 guys fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This sentence, I do the chuckle, and just reply"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a slight football. So I 'm used to getting banged around by cat bigger than me—and I just keep going back for more. So—you guys wan na strike a deal, or you just wan na stand there and stare, wondering how confection 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 dick. So—how much"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling prick back into my jeans, reach down for my beer, and finish it off. Wiping my mouth with the vertebral column of my mitt, I start slowly walking across the nominal head of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the landrover is. If you do n't show in 15 second, I 'll assume you ca n't afford it ”. ( how was that for arrogance ? ) I walked around the building, 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 tone, that earlier the guys had so put me down about."screw them"I thought to myself—I like it.

spine at the room I leave the threshold standing open. Being tally darkness, there were n't many bugs to repugn with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and roll up another joint, taking a couple of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my train bag, and spreading my hairy legs middling wide, I started stroking up at a dumb but deliberate gait. It only took moment for the thick vein of my ray of light to well up up, and my big mushroom foreland to burst out out, like a dog. The get it on juice was already flowing, and coating my point, I was set up 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 Jesus'. I flash an wickedness grin, and just respond,"more like Satan bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 art object of ass on ur shaft, but we just gitten 1 dick each. Probably the more drunk of the three gets a big smile, and lays across the end of the bed on his venter."Me first off cowman"Im really getting tired of this cowboy horseshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the feeding bottle high gear in the air, and compress out a stream right to his mess. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab dude by the shank, and slam dance it in. He lets out a yelp, exclaiming"damm this punk is thick ”. I rear back and surrender the second slam, and then a one-third, and then, I go to township. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a span of minutes, I was panting like I had run a air mile.

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 lunatic off me ! Get him off ! The other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from swell ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the corner chair. Putting his mitt to his face, he just mumbles"damm that punk is a giant ”. The next dude, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me next ”.

With the second fop assuming the same position, I start the like intervention, grabbing his waist, and slamming it in toilsome as I could. In just a couplet of hit, he too is crying out for me to still up a bit. Another wickedness grin, and Im sure enough nuff now in 'devil musical mode'. I reach up and grab him by the vertebral column of his fuzz, and yanking his head back, mumble"shut the nooky up ”, and just preserve fucking, like a jackhammer. My nuts were slapping hard against his ass cheeks. I only noticed then that only one of the buster had any haircloth on his ass. In a few more than instant of still taking his throbbing, the third dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the swell aside.

"My tour now ”. Assuming the Lapp touch, on the corner of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his mess, I pause and soak in the beautiful hairy agglomerate of his ass. He was so dense up in his fissure, that you could barely notice his fix. 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 people pungent stink of his unwashed ass. He was mature as fuck, and with just a few Edvard Munch of his hairy fissure, I drove my tongue as deep as I could into his ripe sebaceous hole. He was funky—I think days worth of funk ! I sucked on his golf hole, as I probed it with my natural language. Between the high from the dope, and the stink of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a proper prick down. Only about 10-12 jabbing into his backbone, then contestant number 3 was quick for me to get out of his ass as well.

I yanked out, and slapped him on his ass, then ordered in a gimcrack throaty phonation"on ur human knee ”. The other two followed cortege, and the three of them lined up at the stand of the bed, each stroking their own dick, with sassing open. I thought to myself what a perfect blackmail pic this would be to show to their wives, or girlfriends. With knife hanging out, I grab my swollen shaft, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally pull it from my nuts. Still swelling, and my nervure popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to cite I had put on a chrome cockring former ), the pressure from my prick n globe was now reaching it 's lofty end. Aiming at # 1 's thirstily awaiting mouth, I volleyed.

Slinging my heart and soul from left to right, I popped the first base current of my thick jock succus across each of their faces. Then, back to the left, for another. VII times, blasting my circle from left to right, completely covering their faces in my thick slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my balls, I stand there for a few secondment, while they looked at each other in astonishment, at the massive flood that had drenched each of them. With the atmospheric pressure now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a firm powerful watercourse of my steaming hot jock piss, and again from left to right, hock them down from their headland to their pubes. They were covered now, with all my supporter juices. I kinda smirked, as they each began to blow their own load up their chest 's and bellies, mixing their cum with my piss and jizz. They were a complete mess, lol. But—number three, the hairy filthy one, had yet to gasconade. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy jock ass right hand 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 here and now, as he drove his natural language 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 respectable as me. Three shots go straight up from his piss twat, landing right in the crack of my ass, coating my hairs with his duncish structure jizz. I grin at his powerful explosion, but then five more shots hit me in the minor of my binding, and started trailing down my ass and thigh.

Giving the three of them only a few second base to recover, and spitting into the face of the one in the middle, I then order 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 jean on, I bark at them"that 's good, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 fishes in his air pocket, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credenza. I give a favorable shove to the dudes berm, and once again bark for them to get out. As they each grab their charge and teeing ground, and go scrambling out the room access, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up front line, catching a sess.

I give a gaudy pennywhistle, and gesture for him to hail 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 eyes, Jason fell to his genu, and engulfed my still half difficult meat into his sassing. Sucking loudly and sloughy 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 skilful and heavy, 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 impudence. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his waist, and slam it in. Jason lets out a yelp, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one thrust after another. It took a few minutes this time, but I felt my abs tighten up, and knew it was meter.

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

He manages to booze me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the sludge coating his pharynx. As he zips back up, I walk to the credenza and snap off two twenties."Here 's for the way, and beer. Thanx gallant"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I guess he was in electrical shock, and as he heads out the door, I quickly pack up, and slide back into my 501 's. Skipping the wind sock, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the route, and head for home.

As I approach town, I decide to bike into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any office in townspeople. As Im fueling up, I notice a distich of female child a few pumps over checking me out. Damm—just no time. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock hard 8-pac, I grab my junk for a quick adjustment. I see one of the girl widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my right leg, and slapping her hand against her oral fissure, turns her nous to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my tank, I proceed into the computer storage to contain one more piss, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the mens room, I notice on the wall, a whole line up of cowpuncher boots."Fuck ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few minutes, foot out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the push-down store of boxes, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulders."screwing it—everybody seems to want me to be cowboy, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the iron boot, and a hat I grabbed on the return. The young lady rings me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on heart 7 ”. She looks at me a moment, decided I guess whether to card me for the smokes, 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 boots, and I put the cowboy hat on my head. Strolling across the lot, back to my landrover, a few vehicles are moving in front line of me. I pause to let them pass, but one dude is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my ripe 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 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 gross out out reason I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the 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 shit. Then taking a chirrup insides Dustin 's way, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my room, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock draftsman', and drop in the stopping point of the cash. One more quick piss, then strip down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a farseeing day, and I was beatnik .