New jockstrap tale -- -Freshman Year -- Chapter 6 -- -The Aftermath

I head back to the exhibitor after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty immediate. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the functionary party will be down at the diner, and mom said they would feature superfluous help for the expected bunch. By the time I finish up, most 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 crony, along with some other voluntary were busy in the stands picking up the meth left behind. I gave them a loud whistle, and said to occur 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 drive to the diner. FUCK. Glancing around the lot I can see only one familiar font -- -Parker. shtup. I blow a loud whistle at him, and hollar"Yo dawg—how bout a ride"? Dorothy 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 easygoing route to the dining compartment, and tempt them to come in as well—it would be on me. In the stake of sportsmanship, they agree to follow 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 inside was beyond belief. Every jockstrap in the position was engaged in all out war. No longer wearing the protective gear of the uniform, there was Sir Thomas More b l o o d flying around than had been at the game. Charlie Parker and me just look at each former. Mom and the other waitresses were huddled in a corner—I guessed that no one had even called the cops.

Putting my two first fingers to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made hound howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Parker. I cough a couple of times, and clear my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Dorothy Rothschild Parker to take a hind end in one of the few left standing mesa, I announce,"Tigers -- -against the wall ”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Dorothy Parker hollars out"You heard him"They finally wander over and logical argument up against the foresighted wall of the diner.

Continuing, I then speak in still a loud spokesperson,"Mustangs, nerve centre of the elbow room ”. The team moves into a huddle as ordered."After my mom figures up the price here—it will be paid for from the gymnastic fund. I do n't require to hear the first complaint, for the relief of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war pigment, or tape, or anything else. Am I crystallise"? A tatty resounding 'yes sir'echoed from the buffet car."These b o y s are our GUESTS. We challenged them -- -we invited them to Tyler -- -we invited them to do free rein football -- -we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now -- -I only want to jazz one affair -- -who threw the offset punch"? There was a few moments of hesitation before one b o y finally stepped forward.

Justin Reeves -- -tite end. The thoughts were already processing. We were going to rule out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front of the huddle, head down, hired hand in pockets."Mustangs -- -grab some heather. make clean this berth up. When your done, I want tiger to lead a butt, then you will await on them. You will take their orders, serve the drinking, 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 serious."Reeves—your with me"I grabbed Parker by the shirt sleeve, and motioned for him and Reeves to follow me down the lobby, past the relaxation rooms, and into the memory board room at the back. entry and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered Reeves to take in off his New Jersey."You want it back"? Was all I said. He paused for a moment, then replied"yes sir"“ On your knee ”. Reeves did as ordered, and dropped to his human knee."Now apologize to Bird Parker for starting the scrap"“ But Dillon—they -- --"I did n't ask for an explanation -- -I said apologize ”. Reef, hanging his head still, muttered softly"I 'm sorry Parker—I threw the first biff -- -your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally ”.

Bird Parker gave a nod of blessing, but I was n't fulfil. I look at Yardbird Parker in the eye, and just said"pull it out, dude ”. Parker looks at me like he 's confused and replies with"huh"?"Pull it out buster -- -get ur tool out"He gives me a shrug of the shoulders, and a smirk, and pops the button at the top of his jeans. 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 skillful software system. I grab Witwatersrand by the hair, and push his face in towards Parker 's junk."Now apologize like you mean it"Reeves glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered"huh"?"suction 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 close prison term you wear it ”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and grabs Parker 's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his back talk, he engulfs Yardbird Parker 's jock substance about half way down.

Starting a smooth out motion up and down, Bird Parker throws his head word back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve 's foreland further down on Parkers now fully punishing cock—about 8 ”, and just say"all the way"Reeves swallows down hard, choking down on Parker 's compact inwardness. I grin to myself thinking—not his first hawkshaw. I let go of his hairsbreadth, and invite Parker to get hold of 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 fight back, but Parker held him fast -- -burying himself to the bollock with each stab. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a small pool in my ribbon, I walk around Yardbird Parker, and slide my center finger's breadth up his tite hairy jock hole. Parker lets out a deeper groan. I knew what I was doin—any man gon na get knockout when something enters his hole. I gave him a dyad of flying hard jabs, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Yardbird Parker spreads a panoptic shit-eatin smiling, and just says"oh fuck ya ”.

I order Reef to sour around, and snap up the floor with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the same digit and dip it into Reeves tite jock hole. He lets out a loud moan -- -prolly his first time. Lucky Parker—he 's about to get some cherry jock ass. Pouring a bit more of the oil down reef shine athlete crack, I then grab Parkers tool, and give it a tite squeeze play, and a dyad of jerking. I look at him with a devilishly smiling, and just say"tear it up ”.

Totally turned on now, Charles Christopher Parker grabs Reeves by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, slams Reeves hole all the way to his pubis. reef lets out a pup, and I instantly grab his sassing, silencing his yell. Parker wasted no prison term in going to town on Reef tite virgin hole. Reeves was whimpering like a babe. Returning to the figurehead of him, I again grab his hair, and with a tite grip, yank his head up, and f o r c e my digit from the other script into his mouth."Open"was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his mouth spacious, and I insert my own, now rock severely suspensor prick into his mouth. Gripping his hair even tighter now, like Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my pubs. weeping start pouring from Reeves eye as he chokes up on my duncical 8"jockstrap peter, already ozzing nooky juice down his throat, and my vena popping like they were about to bust. Charlie Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each gibe made a slapping noise as it hit Witwatersrand ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a couple of minute, just to make him bend, then plunging down past his tonsils.

After about 15 minutes 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 recondite thrust down his pharynx, then look at Dorothy Rothschild Parker again, and just say"now ”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly pop blowing our shipment across Reeves back, and the cover of his head. In fact, we shot so hard that both of us shot each other at our bellys on the first few shots of thick supporter roofy. We covered Rand 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 discombobulate his T-shirt back to him."You got a towel, or something"Witwatersrand asks, really 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 club. I simply order him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the elbow 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"? Yardbird Parker replies with"it 's kinda 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 cargo down Reef throat, I was still almost half hard from so much turmoil.

I kicked back on my bed after shedding my jeans, and quickly took my thick-skulled jock pith into my fist. After just a few cerebrovascular accident, something made me work my head around, looking over my shoulder.

There sat my lil bro, Dustin, three stone's throw down from the top of the staircase.

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