New Jock story -- -Freshman year—Chptr 11 -- schoolhouse 's Out !

Schooooooooools out -- -- for -- -- summer ! ! da da da dat -- dadadadat.

Yaaaawweee. Finally ! In nastiness of my modeling scholarly person athlete condition, other than football and cheerleaders, I pretty much detested schooling. It just was n't me, and therefore no plans for college. I bolted out the gym door, and headed straight for my jeep. I was so proud of it, and had gotten lashings of compliments. Canary yellowness -- -Muncie 4-speed. 33"Micky Thompson tires. One bad ass fuckin auditory sensation system. Edlebrock intake and carb. I ripped my tee off running towards it, then my kicks on reaching. I had n't had the top on the jeep since I bought it. Topless, topless, and barefooted. A gallant example for bloodless boi lagger trash -- -even though we did live in a sign of the zodiac : )

I was horny and out to get high, and wino, and some golden boi or miss was gon na get 9"of hard jock stopcock today.

But first, lol, just to recap -- -

The birthday bash down at the diner two hebdomad ago was amazing. Mom and the girls went all out, with BBQ and banana pudding. Lots of guys from the squad were there, including Brad Duncan. Every time Mandy came to our table, she would smile at Brad, and he would blush. One one trip, Brad bolted for the son room out of embarrassment. As Mandy approached the tabular array, I said to her"Mandy -- -- looking at at that butt ! Ai n't that the cutest tooshie"? Pointing at Brad. Mandy giggled, and responded"Ya, it is kinda cute ”."Kinda"? ? ? I said in amazment. recite me you would n't give anything to sink ur teeth into that strong jock meat"! Mandy blushed, and giggled again, just as Brad emerges up the hallway from the privy. Dustin, of all people spoke up offering,"I hear he has a big dick too ”. Mandy grasped her face, with that girlish"Oh my Gawd ”, just as Brad arrives back at the table."Whut"? Brad asks stick. Dustin pipes up again,"Mandy wants to insure out ur butt ”. Now both are utterly embarrassed at our teasing of them so, pointing towards the book binding of the diner, I just offer"That table down there is vacuous ”."Hey mom—Brandy gon na take a break"!"OK hun ”.

As I was eating my pudding, suddenly I had the most kinkiest intellection -- -so I decided to take some home. We all rise, and I leave a five dollar bill on the table for Mandy. Walking back towards them I offer to Brad,"OK homie—we did the preliminary exam piece of work for ya—do n't fuck it up now ”.

Exactly three year later to the day, both Brad and Mandy said"I DO ”. The entire football squad served as honorary best men, in full uniform : ) This yr will be their 25th anniversary. Just thought I 'd throw that in there : )

Kirk dropped me and Dustin off at the planetary house, and as promised, I hopped on lil bro 's mt bike and strolled down to his business firm about 10:00 PM, with pudding in hand : )

Kirk welcomed me in, and we head straight for the patio. I asked if he had a beer, and he gave me a gruelling parental looking at. I told him it was totally cool, that I would never squeal on a client."An also dude, I been drinkin and smokin dummy since before Freshman yr. . Kirk shook his promontory, prolly wondering what he had gotten himself into.

Finally giving in, he brings out an ice cold one, and I nearly kill it in one draught. I instantly strip down in the ardent Texas night, and went right to work on my big 9"supporter turncock. Kirk was still amazed at my gift, and being so Thomas Young, and non-bashfull at showing it off at any chance. After stroking up a few minutes, and spreading my legs a bit more, I jab my hirsute ass-hole with my centre fingerbreadth, and got the fuck succus flowing. Kirk asked if I wanted another beer, to which I nodded yes. ( suddenly he 's out to get me booze ? ? ? ) As he jumped to the kitchen, I fished out the banana tree pudding from my backward pac. Quickly huffing down the vanilla wafers, leaving just the creamy pudding, and meringue, I take a big scoop in my hand, and grab my thick centre, returning to stroking it up, coating it with the pudding as lube, lol.

When Kirk returns with the beer, he just smiles, and said I was one kinky dude."Ya—I got the idea at the dinner -- -this will be the best juice you ever had.

I let go of my dick, and grab the beer -- -once again chugging it down until almost empty-bellied. I hardly did anything slow down -- -everything was loyal and hard. I look over at Kirk, and just said"get it dude -- -get on my big nanner peter"with a grin. Kirk wasted no time in leaping for my big jock dick, and gobbled it down to the os pubis. I rolled my eyes back, and tilted my head back into the waiting area chair. Oh my fuckin god, that felt great. As he ran his tongue around my beam of light, and piss slit, mixing my hump juice with the pudding, I thought I was going to break loose just any moment. Grabbing the two beer cans, I sucked down the in conclusion few oz. of each, then grabbing Kirk around the back of his chief, began a relentless hammering of his throat.

It only took a few minutes before the abs started to stiffen, and with one terminal plunge, I unload in Kirk 's throat. Five nip of my thick suspensor rope go straight down, as he chokes up to have it. Some of my load starts ozzing back out of his lip as he feverishly laps me up like a puppy. I pushed his head up off my gumshoe, and then something that had never happened—I blasted two more ropes straight up to my pecs, leaving a trail down to my belly. I just grin really big, then raising my fundament up into the air, told him to push my leg back behind my ears.

Eager to hold, I snatch up another 3 fingers of the pudding, and spread it up and down my hairy quip and hole. Staring down at him, I simply say"Munch ”, to which he quickly obeys. Finally grabbing his own Rock hard shaft, Kirk begins to root for it like a mad man, while munching down on my 'nanner flavored greasy jock hollow. It only took a arcminute before he came up, and aiming for my chest, blasted his own lode across my torso.

I scooped up a couple more finger of the pud, and running them up and down my chest and belly, mix the juice and pud together. Kirk gives me a twisted look, and just says"what about the piss"? I flash back an evilness grin, and just mutter"fuckin pig ”. I relax my soundbox, and close my eyes. Stretching my two arms up and behind my head, I turn my point from left to rectify, taking a deep huff of my mature stinkin fossa. I unload the stream, hitting me just under the Kuki, and pluck my entire body with my hot stinkin pissing. Surprising even me, I pop out another three gibe of my chummy jock goo, free-handed. As the juice and wee-wee and pudding mix together, Kirk buries his face in my belly, and starts lapping up the mix, again like a hungry pup.

After both of us just lay there for several second, I told Kirk I really should jet—I did n't like leaving Dustin at home by himself late at night. And if he ever told mom, she would k I l l me. Kirk nodded approval, and I got dressed, sliding into my tee over the milky mess still sticking to my torso. I tied the laces together of my PF Flyers, and catapult them around the binding of my neck—a jockstrap thing.

right upon leaving, I asked Kirk if he knew a tat guy. He responded that he in fact did, so I asked him to hold in and see if the dude would put some ink on me. If it helped, tell him I got a big dick : )

Sooooo, back to today. As I got home from schooling, I quickly changed into some cut-offs and sneaks. Kirk had let me prevent the beaters he gave me to wear a twosome of weeks ago on my birthday for 'mowing place'. They stunk, lol.

I quickly jog down to his theatre, and fish out the mower to startle his yard—it was his day. It was hot—about 90, and I started dripping in sweat as soon as I got going. Finishing up, Kirk joins me around back at the patio with a tall deoxyephedrine of iced tea—my 2nd deary behind beer, lol. Just chit-chatting a bit, he offers that he had talked to his tattoo guy, and he agreed to put the tat on me, but late Night, and at his mansion. I said that was ticket with me, but I would have to take along lil bro."So what is this tat your so urgent about getting"? Having anticipated the question, I fish out the piece of paper I had stored in my back pouch. That big beautiful ball field, with 'go go diamond dillon'arced across the top. I explained to Kirk it had been in my locker at every game, right under my helmet. I still had no estimation where it came from.

"That 's amazing lusterlessness"I respond with"ya—-and so is this"With that I whip out my big jock hawkshaw, and start stroking up. Kirk just grins, and says"oh Ya"

We got at it like usual, cept this prison term more on the vanilla incline. He wanted that thick jock junk pretty agile today I guess : )

As we finish up, and Kirk re-fills the tea, he offers that we could go down to"Jakes"family tonight to get the tat done. He would spy me some cash if I needed it, campaign he forgot to ask Jake what he would turn on me. Also, he had a son about Dustin 's age, so they could hang out together while the repose of us worked on the ink.

I said that all was awesome, to come by about 7:00 and we could go grab some grub down at the dining car, then head out. We would n't secernate mom, cause she kinda had a affair about tats and hooey, and she already had voiced that she did n't like the Mohawk. nigh of us that got them back at return were still sporting them, and decided to keep them for high school.

The diner was busybodied, being a Friday Night. Since there were three of us we opted for pizza instead of burger. Scarfing it down rather quickly, we head for the door."What you b o y s up to tonight hun"? asked my mom all cheerful n tinker's dam. I hesitate until we were out the threshold, and as it closes I holler back"getting a tattoo mom ”. Kirk and Dustin and me each jump giggling, and thunderbolt for the car to escape before mom could derive out to stop us.

We arrive about 45 minutes later at Jake 's -- -he was bout 20 miles out in the country, and there was some dealings getting out of John Tyler. Jake introduces his wife, Sheila, and son Nate. The two b o y s read/write head for the den, with snacks in hand to get into some scary movies. The rest of us head downstairs to Jake 's home plate studio apartment. I shed my tee on the way down, and Sheila wish me on my 'tite'bod. I give a nervous smile and psyche for the obvious chair. Showing the drawing to Jake, he replied with"Oh ya -- -that 's sweetness. This will be easy, about 30 minutes ”.

It was pretty quite as Jake went to do work, digging the phonograph needle into the sinew of my back rectify shoulder. He asked about the drawing, so once again I went through the story. Jumping up to re-fill our boozing, Sheila commented on the 'lump'in my pants. Blushing, and looking down at my decent second joint, I just kinda grinned and softly replied"ya—it 's pretty big ”. Freeballin as usual, and noticing that my jeans were a bit tight tonight, I was packing a pretty big swelling. Even soft, I hung about 7"Jake just kept working and the room got quite again.

I took about 40 transactions, and Jake complimented that I took the needle well, being my foremost meter. I checked it out in the mirror, and flashed a big grin, thanking him for doing it. When I asked Jake how much, he cleared his throat, and started slowly with"well Matt, here 's the deal. Normally that would be about a $ 75 tat. But I got a proposition for ya you might care. We already heard about that big peter of yours—Kirk went into some pretty trade good item for us. So -- -- I want you to fuck my wife, and Kirk and me watch ”.

A looking at of astonishment, for sure, came across my nerve. I just looked at Jake, and replied"huh ?"“ Ya Matt -- -fuck my wife. She digs young athlete hammer, and it 's totally coolheaded with me. We wo n't tell either, lol"I respond nervously with,"well, fuck ya"!

Sheila jumps up with joy, and taking a quick gulp of her bloody mary, we all go back upstairs to the master bedroom.

Sheila quickly jumps on the bed, and sheds her clothes, while Jake and Kirk take a keister each on the side of meat of the bed. I shrug my shoulders, and drop my pant, and recoil them to the foundation of the bed."Oh my gawd love -- -he 's so hairy ! And look at that cute tite butt"! I just flash a smile, and crawl up between Sheila 's thigh 's from the substructure of the bed. Spreading her slightly, I dive straight in, burying my case into her shaggy puss, and stick my natural language right into her cunt. Sheila let 's out a fragile ecphonesis, and spreading her more open with my manus, run my tongue even deeper into her wet snatch. I did n't usually drop a lot of sentence nibbling on the clit like a lot of guys do, I wanted that pussy juice all over my human face !

Eating her out for about 15 transactions, while Kirk and Jake begin jacking their dicks watching, I decided it was meter to slip her the meat. Sitting back on all fours, I grab my tool and bollock, and channelize my now rock hard shaft into her brim. As her eyes widen, and she inhales, I drive my loggerheaded suspensor meat all the way in. Sheila grabs me around the small of my back, and I start a slow poke, in and out of her tunnel, getting her all moist and wet. A few minute of arc of slacken mo, and sucking on her tits, suddenly, she pushes my face back with both hands, and loudly proclaims,"fuck me Matthew—fuck me and think of it"

well, that 's all I needed. Sitting back on my haunches, I grab Sheila by her thigh, and swing them up and over my shoulders. Maintaining a miserly suitcase, I slam it to her with a chasten cartel, and go to townspeople. quickly jabbing her puss with my thick pulsating cock, I start sweating, dripping down my forehead and pits. It was hot in the elbow room, but I liked it. Jake and Kirk had now totally removed their pants, and each wide-spread, where whacking away at their dicks like a couple of pent up prisoners. I continued ramming Sheila like a horned up dog myself, and clenching my eyes and teeth, I finally pull out. From her screaming and gyrating around, and the wetness of my pubis, I assumed she had cum. I grab my dick at the base, and aim ripe for her rima oris. BAMM !

terzetto flying shots right to her case. Then 5 More rightfield between the titmouse, then trailing down to her tummy. I smiled at my 'average'load, but to the others, prolly pretty big. Sheila exclaims"oh my gawd"and I quickly hop off the bed and grab my jeans.

We quickly apparel, and I go assail up Dustin. I knew he would be getting sleepy, and we were just shy of an hour getting back home. We get back, and I thank Kirk for an awesome night, and put Dustin to bed. Down to my elbow room, I fish out another beer from the mini-fridge, and Light up a join. Been wanting that all day. Putting on some porno, I grab hold of my still wet dick and go at it. One Thomas More nut before crashing out .