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

I head back to the showers after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty spry. I was hungry—and not just for intellectual nourishment. I announce that the official company will be down at the diner, and mom said they would deliver surplus assistant for the expected gang. By the time I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the theater to get my lil bro.

He and his three mgr brother, along with some other volunteers were engaged in the stands picking up the tripe left behind. I gave them a loud whistling, and said to come on, we would finish up up later. As we all walk out towards the parking lot, it just then occurred to me—I had n't arranged a drive to the diner. FUCK. Glancing around the lot I can see only one conversant grimace -- -Parker. Fuck. I blow a loud whistle at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a ride"? Parker grins, and looks at his parents, to which they nod favourable reception, and me and Dustin hop in their mini-van. I instruct them the easy route to the buffet car, and ask for them to come 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 dining car, it seemed that sportsmanship was checked at the door. The free-for-all that was going on inside was beyond belief. Every jock in the place was engaged in all out war. No longer wearing the protective gear 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 cops.

putt my two number one finger's breadth to my lip, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made hot dog howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Parker. I cough a couple of meter, and light my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Parker to take a seat in one of the few left standing tabular array, I announce,"Tigers -- -against the wall ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Charlie Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and short letter up against the prospicient rampart of the diner.

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

Justin Rand -- -tite end. The mentation were already processing. We were going to find out out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front of the huddle, head down, hands in pocket."Mustangs -- -grab some ling. Clean this place up. When your done, I want Tigers to take a seat, then you will hold back on them. You will take their monastic order, serve the drinking, cook the food for thought, and serve it. You wan na keep those jerseys -- then ur gon na work for them ”. There were a few moan and groan, 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 follow me down the hall, past the rest rooms, and into the reposition room at the back. Entering and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered Rand to take off his T-shirt."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a bit, then replied"yes sir"“ On your knees ”. Reeves did as ordered, and dropped to his knees."Now apologize to Parker for starting the fighting"“ 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 first punch -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Parker gave a nod of favorable reception, but I was n't fulfill. I look at Parker in the eye, and just said"twist it out, dude ”. Charlie Parker looks at me like he 's mixed-up and response with"huh"?"root for it out swell -- -get ur dick out"He gives me a shrug of the shoulders, and a smirk, and pops the release at the top of his denim. Unzipping and hauling out his detritus, 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 overnice package. I grab Rand by the pilus, and promote his grimace in towards Parker 's dust."Now apologize like you mean it"Reeves glances up at me, and just like Yardbird Parker, just muttered"huh"?"suction the humankind dick, punk"reeve hesitates, but I tighten my adhesive friction on his whisker 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 in conclusion time you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and grab Parker 's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his backtalk, he engulfs Parker 's supporter meat about half way down.

Starting a smoothen motion up and down, Parker throws his school principal back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's head further down on Parkers now fully concentrated cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Reeves swallows down hard, choking down on Charlie Parker 's buddy-buddy meat. I grin to myself thinking—not his first dick. I let go of his hair, and invite Dorothy Parker to deal ascendency of Reeves head. Dorothy Parker grabs him with both hands, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his throat made Rand buck and fight back, but Dorothy Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the clump with each jab. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a small puddle in my palm, I walk around Dorothy Rothschild Parker, and slide my middle finger's breadth up his tite hairy jock jam. 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 duo of warm hard jabs, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Charlie Parker spreads a wide shit-eatin grinning, and just says"oh screwing ya ”.

I order Reeves to turn around, and snap up the floor with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the Same finger and plunge it into Witwatersrand tite jock pickle. He lets out a loud moan -- -prolly his get-go time. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry red suspensor ass. Pouring a bit more of the oil down Reeves bland jock crack, I then grab Charlie Parker cock, and give it a tite squeeze play, and a couple of jerks. I look at him with a diabolic grin, and just say"tear it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Parker grabs Reeves by the shank, and with one f o r c e f u l dip, slams Reef hole all the way to his pubes. Reeves lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silencing his call. Dorothy Rothschild Parker wasted no time in going to town on reeve tite virgin cakehole. reef was whimpering like a sister. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his pilus, and with a tite grip, yank his head up, and f o r c e my finger's breadth from the other hand into his oral cavity."spread out"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his mouthpiece wide, and I insert my own, now rock hard jock turncock into his mouth. Gripping his hair even tighter now, like Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my public house. crying start pouring from Reeves eyes as he chokes up on my thick 8"jockstrap shaft, already ozzing shtup juice down his throat, and my veins popping like they were about to burst. Yardbird Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each gibe made a slapping noise as it hit Reeves ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a couple of seconds, just to make him flex, then plunging down past his tonsils.

After about 15 minutes of this intervention, I look over at Dorothy Parker and asked was he getting close. He nods yes, panting like a d o g. I give Reeves a few More bass jab down his throat, then feeling at Dorothy Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly start up blowing our lashings across Reef back, and the book binding of his point. In fact, we shot so hard that both of us shot each former at our abdomen on the get-go few guessing of thick jock Mexican valium. We covered Reeves back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped Witwatersrand in the cheek, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his gasp up, I reach for, and throw his NJ back to him."You got a towel, or something"Reef asks, real sheepish like. I reply in a derriere vocalism,"No -- -wear it"He puts on the NJ on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the following Holy 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"? Charlie Parker replies with"it 's kind of assuredness when ur the one dishin it out"

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

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

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my dungaree, and quickly took my thick jock center into my fist. After just a few accident, something made me turn my psyche around, looking over my shoulder.

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

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