New jock narrative -- -Freshman year -- Chapter 6 -- -The Aftermath

I head back to the rain shower after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty ready. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the official political party will be down at the dining car, and mom said they would have spear carrier help for the expected crowd. By the time I finish up, virtually of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the field to get my lil bro.

He and his three mgr buddies, along with some early volunteers were meddling in the stands picking up the crank left behind. I gave them a loud whistle, and said to come on, we would complete up later. As we all walk out towards the parking lot, it just then occurred to me—I had n't arranged a ride to the diner. shag. Glancing around the lot I can see only one intimate aspect -- -Parker. screw. I blow a meretricious 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 well-off road to the dining car, and invite them to fare 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 door. The do that was going on interior was beyond belief. Every jock in the place was engaged in all out war. No longer wearing the protective power train of the uniform, there was More b l o o d flying around than had been at the game. Yardbird Parker and me just look at each early. Mom and the former waitresses were huddled in a corner—I guessed that no one had even called the cops.

Putting my two number one finger's breadth to my sass, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the form that made andiron ululation. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Charles Christopher Parker. I cough a dyad of time, and earn my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Parker to conduct a rear in one of the few left standing tabular array, I announce,"Tigers -- -against the paries ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Charlie Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and line up against the long paries of the buffet car.

Continuing, I then speak in still a forte phonation,"Mustangs, center of the way ”. The team moves into a huddle as ordered."After my mom figures up the terms here—it will be paid for from the athletic investment company. I do n't desire to listen the first complaint, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war blusher, or tape measure, or anything else. Am I unclouded"? A loud resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the diner."These b o y s are our GUESTS. We challenged them -- -we invited them to Tyler -- -we invited them to come play football -- -we invited them to this buffet car, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to bang one thing -- -who threw the first punch"? There was a few minute of vacillation 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 huddle, head down, handwriting in pockets."Mustangs -- -grab some brooms. pick this seat up. When your done, I want Tigers to have a tail end, then you will wait on them. You will take their decree, 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 groans, but I just stared them down. They knew I was life-threatening."Reeves—your with me"I grabbed Parker by the shirt arm, and motioned for him and Reeves to postdate me down the hall, past the rest rooms, and into the storage room at the spine. Entering and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered Reeves to take off his jersey."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a instant, then replied"yes sir"“ On your articulatio genus ”. reef did as ordered, and dropped to his knees."Now apologize to Parker for starting the engagement"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an explanation -- -I said apologize ”. Witwatersrand, hanging his mind still, muttered softly"I 'm sorry Parker—I threw the showtime biff -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Parker gave a nod of approval, but I was n't satisfied. I look at Parker in the eye, and just said"pull it out, dude ”. Dorothy Parker looks at me like he 's confused and replies with"huh"?"take out it out dude -- -get ur gumshoe out"He gives me a shrug of the shoulders, and a smirk, and pops the button at the top of his blue jean. Unzipping and hauling out his junk, I smile as I see he 's free-ballin, just like me. Not quite as big as me, or bushy, it was still a very gracious package. I grab Reeves by the hair, and push his nerve in towards Parker 's rubble."Now apologize like you mean it"Witwatersrand glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered"huh"?"Suck the mans dick, punk"reef hesitates, but I tighten my grip on his hairsbreadth and prompt 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 clock time you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and snaffle Parker 's already swelling peter. Slowly still, opening his sassing, he engulfs Charlie Parker 's jock meat about half way down.

Starting a fluent gesture up and down, Parker throws his chief back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's forefront further down on Parkers now fully hard cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Reef swallows down hard, choking down on Parker 's thick pith. I grin to myself thinking—not his first gumshoe. I let go of his haircloth, and invite Parker to demand control of Reeves school principal. Parker grabs him with both hand, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his pharynx made Reeves buck and conflict back, but Yardbird Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the balls with each drive. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a small-scale puddle in my palm, I walk around Parker, and slew my midsection finger up his tite hairy jockstrap hole. Parker lets out a deeper groan. I knew what I was doin—any man gon na get harder when something enters his hole. I gave him a couple of fast hard jabs, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Yardbird Parker spreads a wide shit-eatin smile, and just says"oh fucking ya ”.

I order Reeves to turn around, and seize the trading floor with his deal. Ass in the air, I take the same digit and dip it into reef tite athlete hole. He lets out a loud groan -- -prolly his first prison term. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry supporter ass. Pouring a bit more than of the oil down reef smooth supporter offer, I then grab Parkers shaft, and give it a tite squeeze play, and a yoke of jerks. I look at him with a diabolic grinning, and just say"tear it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Parker grabs reeve by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, slams Reeves jam all the way to his pubes. Reeves lets out a pup, and I instantly grab his oral cavity, silencing his outcry. Parker wasted no time in going to townsfolk on Reef tite virgin yap. Witwatersrand was whimpering like a babe. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his hair, and with a tite bobby pin, jerk his drumhead up, and f o r c e my fingers from the other manus into his mouth."Open"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his mouth astray, and I insert my own, now rock heavy jock cock into his mouth. Gripping his hair even tighter now, like Yardbird Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my pubs. tears start pouring from Rand middle as he chokes up on my thick 8"jock cock, already ozzing ass juice down his pharynx, and my veins popping like they were about to collapse. Dorothy Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each gibe made a slapping disturbance as it hit Reeves ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a yoke of seconds, just to gain him flex, then plunging down past his tonsils.

After about 15 minutes of this discussion, 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 recondite thrusting down his pharynx, then spirit at Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly come out blowing our loads across reeve back, and the back of his pass. In fact, we shot so concentrated that both of us shot each early at our paunch on the first few shooting of heavyset jock circle. We covered Reef back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped Reeves in the face, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his pants up, I reach for, and throw his T-shirt back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reef asks, real sheepish like. I reply in a stark voice,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the jersey on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next order. I simply orderliness him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the room, and back into the diner.

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

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

Finally back at the house—it had been a really long day. Although I had just pumped a hefty load down reeve throat, I was still almost half hard from so very much excitement.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jeans, and quickly took my thick jock centre into my fist. After just a few throw, something made me turn my chief around, looking over my berm.

There sat my lil bro, Dustin, three whole step down from the top of the staircase.

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