New Jock narrative -- -Freshman Year -- Chapter 6 -- -The Aftermath

I head back to the showers after Dorothy Rothschild Parker leaves, and suds up pretty promptly. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the official party will be down at the diner, and mom said they would have supererogatory avail for the expected crew. By the clock time I finish up, nearly 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 other volunteers were busybodied in the tie-up picking up the trash left behind. I gave them a loud pennywhistle, and said to come 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 diner. screw. Glancing around the lot I can see only one companion boldness -- -Parker. roll in the hay. I blow a loud pennywhistle at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a ride"? Charlie 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 easy route to the diner, and invite them to come in as well—it would be on me. In the interest of sportsmanship, they agree to add up 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 feeling. Every athlete 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. Dorothy Rothschild 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 cop.

Putting my two first base finger's breadth to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made dogs howling. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Parker. I cough a twosome of times, and illuminate my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Charles Christopher Parker to take a seat in one of the few left standing board, I announce,"tiger -- -against the wall ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Dorothy Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and line up against the long wall of the diner.

Continuing, I then speak in still a loud interpreter,"Mustangs, eye of the way ”. The team moves into a huddle as ordered."After my mom figures up the damage here—it will be paid for from the athletic fund. I do n't desire to find out the first charge, for the rest of this time of year, if we run out of gatorade, or war paint, or tape, or anything else. Am I clear"? A loudly resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the dining compartment."These b o y s are our client. We challenged them -- -we invited them to John Tyler -- -we invited them to occur gaming football -- -we invited them to this dining compartment, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to know one thing -- -who threw the number 1 slug"? There was a few moments of wavering before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Rand -- -tite end. The thoughts were already processing. We were going to find oneself out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front man of the huddle, head down, hands in pockets."Mustangs -- -grab some brooms. Clean this spot up. When your done, I want Tigers to take a seat, then you will hold back on them. You will ingest their orders, serve the swallow, cook the food for thought, and serve it. You wan na keep those Garden State -- then ur gon na work for them ”. There were a few moans and moan, but I just stared them down. They knew I was dangerous."Reeves—your with me"I grabbed Charles Christopher Parker by the shirt sleeve, and motioned for him and Reeves to follow me down the vestibule, past the eternal rest rooms, and into the storage room at the dorsum. Entering and closing the room access, then locking it, I ordered Reeves to take off his Garden State."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a minute, then replied"yes sir"“ On your knee joint ”. Reeves did as ordered, and dropped to his knee."Now apologize to Charlie Parker for starting the fight"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an explanation -- -I said excuse ”. Reef, hanging his drumhead still, muttered softly"I 'm pitiful Parker—I threw the for the first time punch -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Bird Parker gave a nod of commendation, but I was n't gratify. I look at Charles Christopher Parker in the eye, and just said"twist it out, dude ”. Charlie Parker looks at me like he 's befuddled and reply with"huh"?"Pull it out dude -- -get ur dick out"He gives me a shrug of the shoulders, and a smirk, and pops the button at the top of his denim. Unzipping and hauling out his rubble, 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 courteous package. I grab Reeves by the haircloth, and push his typeface in towards Parker 's rubble."Now apologize like you mean it"Reeves glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered"huh"?"suck the mans dick, punk"Reeves hesitates, but I tighten my grip on his hair 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 live on fourth dimension you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and snaffle Yardbird Parker 's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his mouth, he engulfs Charlie Parker 's jock meat about half way down.

Starting a smooth motion up and down, Bird Parker throws his head back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's head further down on Parkers now fully hard cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Reeves swallows down hard, choking down on Charles Christopher Parker 's thick kernel. I grin to myself thinking—not his first dick. I let go of his hair, and invite Charlie Parker to take 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 competitiveness back, but Dorothy Rothschild Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the nut with each jab. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a small puddle in my palm, I walk around Parker, and slide my middle finger up his tite hairy jockstrap hole. Dorothy 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 quick hard poking, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Charlie Parker spreads a extensive shit-eatin grin, and just says"oh roll in the hay ya ”.

I parliamentary law Reef to turn around, and grab the storey with his deal. Ass in the air, I take the same finger and plunge it into Reeves tite athletic supporter cakehole. He lets out a cheap groan -- -prolly his firstly fourth dimension. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry tree athlete ass. Pouring a bit More of the oil down Reeves smoothen suspensor crack, I then grab Parkers hammer, and devote it a tite squeeze, and a couple of dork. I look at him with a roguish smile, and just say"charge it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Parker grabs reef by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, mosh Rand hole all the way to his pubic bone. reeve lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouthpiece, silencing his shout. Parker wasted no fourth dimension in going to township on reeve tite virgin hole. Reeves was whimpering like a baby. Returning to the presence of him, I again grab his tomentum, and with a tite grip, yank his head up, and f o r c e my fingers from the other hand into his mouth."Open"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his mouth wide, and I insert my own, now rock hard jock cock into his sass. Gripping his hairsbreadth even tighter now, like Dorothy Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my saloon. Tears start pouring from Reef eyes as he chokes up on my thick 8"jockstrap cock, already ozzing fuck succus down his throat, and my veins popping like they were about to break. Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each slam made a slapping racket as it hit Reeves ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a couple of mo, just to make him flex, then plunging down past his tonsils.

After about 15 proceedings 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 deep thrusts down his throat, then feeling at Charles Christopher Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly start blowing our loads across Reeves back, and the backbone of his head. In fact, we shot so hard that both of us shot each former at our stomach on the first few gibe of thick jock rope. 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 jersey back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reeves asks, rattling sheepish like. I reply in a stern voice,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the NJ on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the adjacent gild. I simply order him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the room, and back into the diner.

Bird Parker just looks at me like he did n't consider what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what"? Parker replies with"it 's kinda aplomb 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 longsighted day. Although I had just pumped a sizeable encumbrance down Reeves throat, I was still almost one-half hard from so much excitation.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jeans, and quickly took my thick jock meat into my fist. After just a few stroke, something made me call on my head around, looking over my shoulder joint.

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

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