New Jock Tales—Sophomore Year -- -Chpt 1

Summer had been totally awful. The best ever. Having finally gotten the landrover was the outdo part—independently roving, lol. The grand jobs were going neat, and the 'personal table service'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a month. That was just about a years salary for a teenager working character time at a grocery store.

I took a 3rd place palm at the motocross sports meeting, which was OK. Mostly just a stress reliever, and a probability to get muddy. I also knocked down my low lucky gloves—again not a major thing in my life, but it was kinda sang-froid to just get in the ring and just beat the shit outta some dude.

Today was the number 1 day of exercise. Varsity at cobbler's last. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon follow crashing down, and I was gon na palpate like the biggest fool on the major planet, and all I wanted to do was disappear.

drill was goose egg like last-place year. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coaches. And neither of them were matter to in my input. All that was happening was us five ¼ backs just throwing the glob to some 9th graders to see. I mean fuck—no sport, no running, no weights -- -what the fuck. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. Guess he would prolly make it—but with no command of the team, I could osculate that good deal of that sloppy head every week cheerio.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three Seniors. You ca n't be first string—let alone a starter ”. The news hit my brain like a smoke."These b o y s got a dream just as big as you—you got to play for the team now, and support them. I know you probably have n't thought this through—but we did sustain ¼ cover before you got here. Now, unless you want to weigh another position for a while for some more game clip, your going to get the ingest the bench for awhile. It 's not all about you anymore ”."So, I guess ur saying I might as well get on my knees and pop out suckin shaft, huh coach ? Cause looks like that 's all the natural action I 'm gon na get this yr ”. Someone had just walked into the room, and all I heard was"woooah there cowboy ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the locker room. Slamming into my footlocker door made a few heads turn. I sat on the bench to take off my cleats, and socks. Did n't even have any Funk going on, not even my pits, reason I had n't done a fuckin affair all day. I tore out of my practice jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the locker door. Yanking it open, I threw the jersey, and cleat into the floor. Sitting back, now coming out of my football pants, and striping down to just my athletic supporter, I likewise switch them and my helmet into the floor of my locker, did n't even bother to hang up anything up.

I grabbed my Matthew, but before I could get them on, somebody barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the attitude ?"It hit too fast, and too intemperate. I lunged towards the actor, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his tee shirt, slammed him into the row of locker just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his breast and shoving my jock right field in his boldness, I just scream out"does this look like a b o y to you"?

In moments about half the players in the room were on me, pulling me off what turned out to be Cameron White—just the starting Senior ¼ back. Cameron jumps up from the base, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his digit right in my side, comes back with"Do n't make out what ur trouble is Dillon, but you unspoilt get it in assay, boi. Your not the mavin here punk— One more stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Redeemer fuckin H Christ—what 's all this fraudulent scheme"? Three of the bus had blasted into the locker elbow room."It 's cipher coach—we got it under ascendency. Dillon there just wanted to wrestle around with some of the big dawgs ”."Looks like he found out he ai n't all that badd ”, replied one of them. A few chortle were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fervency. I turned back to my locker, and sat again on the bench, just long enough to tie up my PF flier, and sling them around my shoulders. I stuffed my tee in my back pocket, and proceeded out the locker room, shirtless, and strip foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the private instructor hollar"somebody git him—see what the fuck is up his ass ”.

I needed to lie with something, And I knew just where to go.

I arrived at 'the spot'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 stat mi North of town on old RT 5. Small dusty road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the aged ethnic music in townspeople referred to it as 'that place where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that—how the screwing do they have it away that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of town truckers, rockers, and building character. Pretty rough clotheshorse mostly, lots of muscularity and ink, or maybe some married fop from Town that could n't get head from their wife. I went straight to the back of the field to the motel. It only had about 25 rooms, and this later on a Friday Night, I would be lucky to still get a elbow room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the landrover off the turning point of the construction. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my ball cap down over my eyebrows, I stroll into the pressure group. Holding my head kinda downwards, I glance up at the shop assistant, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you hold your top dog down so I do n't see your baby face, or -- -you waltz in here looking like gods giving, with all them abs, hoping Im queer and I 'll let you have a room in exchange for some of that pecker ur packin, or -- -your going to try to make me believe your really 19, but you do n't have your ID on ya, after driving out here in the middle of no where without it, and would I be really cool and run over to the store and get you a six mob. So cowboy -- -which is it"?

I raised my drumhead up, and shifted a bit, making the abs flex. Looking 'Jason'right in the face, I sheepishly replied,"all that, I guess ”. Jason, looking peeved, fired back at me"you know the kind of trouble I could get in for renting you a way ? How old are you, anyway"? With a slight Elvis smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his straits back and Forth River, and just mumbled"oh fuck man, I dunno ”.

"expression dude, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three combat today, my secure friends told me I was a dick, It 's the same as anybody else out here—I just wan na empty these balls down mortal 's pharynx. I been pent up for three daylight now. I wo n't be any trouble, I promise ”.

Jason, still kinda put out with my pressure, finally turns around and yanks a key off the single-foot. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me square in the eyes,"24, back side—in the dark, all the way down. Get ur nut, then get the fucking outta here. Got me"?"Ya, I got ya dude—and thanx bro. Oh—you need me to occupy out a card or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the threshold, I stop and turn around, and just bear there."Something else, cowboy"? I grab my shaft and pull it down inside my jeans, and flashing a fragile grinning, just say"the beer"?"holy place Mary, nance of Scot"replied Jason, rolling his centre. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the doorway, locks up the office, and chief across the parking lot to the 24 time of day store up front on the route."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that room before someone sees you"

I hop in the jeep, and movement around back to the corner elbow room at the end. It was so dismal I had to get out my headlamp on for a min just to see the door lock and open the door. Grabbing my gear bag, upon entering the way I toss it on the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and head straight for the shower. Turning the weewee to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my back to the spray, I grab the packet of motel shampoo and lather up the war hawk. Relaxing under the therapeutic powers of the hot water, I just tilt my head back and close my centre. I only stay in the shower a few minutes, in spite of how good it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the kiosk, with dick hanging super low now, I grab a towel off the stand. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and Forth across my back. Turning around to headspring for the gear bag again, I stopped dead in my caterpillar track, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the fuck outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the niche of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, with the six pack resting on his waist. He was a pretty good looking dude actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to urinate sure you were OK ”. I walk towards him, reaching out for the beer. He hands it to me, and I pull a can off the ring. Popping it open, I chug down about ¼ of the can."So—is that your 'professional response"? Jason chuckled a bit, and just said ya, I guess so. I walked right up to him, with my stifle touching his legs. Still dripping wet, I took another slug of the beer, and just stood there, not saying a word.

So getting the hint that it was his chance to swallow down that big teenage dick in his side, Jason grabs me by my second joint, and gulps down my low hanging dick. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my shaft hard. I close my optic, and placing my hand on top of his heading, usher him down to the pubis. After a few minutes, he 's got me shake strong, and the veins are starting to pop. I yank my conceited cock from his sass, and retrieving my beer from the credence, wind up it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my shoulder, and start drying off."Aight dawg—get the screw out. I got ta get to mold ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still shake arduous putz from his oral cavity, denying his pillage of my sweet yung juice. I told him I would call him when I got done, and he could come back and polish off up. He did me a party favour, so I was n't going to jet out without returning the same.

As he nodded and headed for the door I hollered at him"hey—ok if I smoke some dope in the room"? Jason rolled his oculus and chief again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to build a especial pokey for me"I took that to mean ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the small-scale bag of booby I had packed. Rolling up a pencil spliff, I quickly sucked down the whole affair. Fishing out some air sock, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half operose dick down the right leg. I brought my Catapiller work kick for the night. anatomy Id go fore the 'rugged'working man spirit, rather than suspensor, or skate lodger. I grab another beer, then put the relief into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly empale up the mohawk—damm, it 's about 4"tall now. Heading out, I begin walking across the parking lot to the front of the complex.

The 'spot'was almost a small town in itself. In accession to the motel, there was a small-scale 24 hr market store— down the road there was a small lake, where you could camp. There was also a small-scale grill—kinda like a waffle house, a tattoo shop, ( hmmmm make banknote of that one ), and of course the primary attraction—the dirty book of account computer storage.

I doubted I had much of a hazard at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the country like it was, they 're were a few people hanging out front man of the construction. I spied a moldable porch electric chair near the street corner, away from the principal entry, and decided that would be my scoop spot. Fishing my smoking, and cipher from my pocket, I lite up a Camel, and take the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the electric chair back until my berm meet the paries, and with a couple of fine adjustments attain just the properly residual for leaning back on the rear two legs.

Taking a gulp of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three dudes, about 25 understructure in front of me, just to the side of the row of 18 wheelers parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I guess. The dude appeared to be of the mental synthesis persuasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon barrel that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing tank tops, one shirtless. He was pretty haired, and had enormous pit hair outgrowth. I figured they were around mid 1920s to early 30 or so. Like me, they each had Matthew 's on, and work rush.

"Hey k I d—you old enough to be drinking that shit"one of them shouts as I take another chug of my Bud."You see me doin it, do n't ya"? They work up a slight laugh at each other, and I barely hear one of them say"punk got a bit of attitude, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda saucy ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the professorship to the primer, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my back to the three dudes, I pop the button on my 501 's, and drop them to my thighs. Turning my head back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum poke this ache ass ”.

One of the bozo playfully slaps the others chest with the back of his bridge player, and they start a moderate stroll over towards me. I flip the professorship around, and pulling my jeans back up, but not buttoning up, fill a seat backwards in the chair, with my dick and orchis hanging out. I take a prompt puff on my right pit, just to evidence off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately comments on my junk."damm b o y nice packet ”. I give him a big smile and respond,"Ya—just think after it bones up to all it 's 10"what it 's gon na feel like up ur ass ”. ( stretching the true statement just a bit for the sale delivery ) The guy wire look at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty drunk, and one replies"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the topographic point, I guess those are your pail trucks back at the motel. Your either looking for ass, or your looking to get something up ur ass. Im looking to fuck some ass, and I got a three day second up in these balls. So, —do we need to sing, or are we wasting each others prison term"?

About this time Jason rounds the corner headed for the store. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a disastrous belted ammunition ”, and goes on into the stock. The three once again start out laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a Shirley Temple Black belt"? I look them steely in the center, and in my best low growling voice reply"Karate, ju-jitsu—and taekwondo. And three golden gloves ”. ( again, stretching it just a bit )"Ahhh, bad boi, huh"?"When I need to be—let 's just say I ai n't skeered ”. One of the guy fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This time, I do the chortle, and just reply"Let 's just say I 'm still in high-school. I also play a little football game. So I 'm used to getting banged around by guys swelled than me—and I just keep going back for more. So—you hombre wan na take up a quite a little, or you just wan na stand there and stare, wondering how honeyed my juice is"?

The three just glimpse around at each other, until one finally shrugs his shoulder joint."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage dick. So—how much"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling dick back into my jeans, reach down for my beer, and stop it off. Wiping my backtalk with the spine of my mitt, I start slowly walking across the front of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. elbow room 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't show in 15 instant, I 'll assume you ca n't afford it ”. ( how was that for arrogance ? ) I walked around the edifice, and headed across the parking lot back towards my elbow room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that thug got some position ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my step, that earlier the guys had so put me down about."Fuck them"I thought to myself—I like it.

Back at the elbow room I leave the door standing heart-to-heart. Being total shadow, there were n't many bugs to grapple with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the turning point of the bed, and roll up another stick, taking a couple of hits off it. That 's it—boned up now. Grabbing the lube from my gear bag, and spreading my hairy legs pretty wide, I started stroking up at a dumb but deliberate pace. It only took moments for the compact vein of my shaft to puff up up, and my big mushroom cloud nous to flame up out, like a dog. The lie with juice was already hang, and coating my fountainhead, I was prepare to get this on—and bust some fuckin nut.

It was about ten minutes, as the three came strolling in the door. The last shut the door, and one exclaimed 'jesus fuckin Good Shepherd'. I flash an immorality grin, and just answer,"more like Satan bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 pieces of ass on ur dick, but we just gitten 1 tool each. Probably the more drunk of the three gets a big smiling, and lays across the end of the bed on his abdomen."Me start cowboy"Im really getting tired of this cowboy bullshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the bottle gamy in the air, and force out a current right to his hole. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab clotheshorse by the waistline, and slam it in. He lets out a yelp, exclaiming"damm this kindling is thick ”. I rear back and fork over the second slam, and then a third, and then, I go to town. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, deep, and rapid. In just a mates of instant, I was panting like I had run a international mile.

The swell was grabbing at tabloid like he had a baseball game bat up his ass. In just a few, he started screaming"Oh fuck b o y s, get this lunatic off me ! Get him off ! The former two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, yank me from dudes ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the recess chair. Putting his custody to his face, he just mumbles"damm that punk is a monster ”. The next dude, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me next ”.

With the bit fellow assuming the Lapp spatial relation, I start the same intervention, grabbing his waist, and slamming it in hard as I could. In just a couple of hits, he too is crying out for me to ease up a bit. Another malevolent smile, and Im certainly nuff now in 'devil mode'. I reach up and grab him by the backbone of his hair, and yanking his head back, maunder"shut the nooky up ”, and just keep piece of ass, like a jackhammer. My nuts were slapping hard against his ass buttock. I only noticed then that only one of the gallant had any hair on his ass. In a few More minutes of still taking his throb, the third dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the swell aside.

"My turn now ”. Assuming the same spot, on the corner of the bed, as I aim my dripping wet cockhead at his hole, I pause and soak in the beautiful hirsute pitcher of his ass. He was so dense up in his crack, that you could barely detect his hole. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't go up the opportunity, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my face into the fertile pungent fetor of his unwashed ass. He was ripe as fuck, and with just a few munches of his hairy crack, I drove my tongue as deeply as I could into his ripe greasy hole. He was funky—I intend days worth of Casimir Funk ! I sucked on his hollow, as I probed it with my tongue. Between the gamey from the dope, and the stench of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a right dick down. Only about 10-12 thrusts into his guts, then contestant number 3 was make for me to get out of his ass as well.

I yanked out, and slapped him on his ass, then ordered in a trashy throaty vox"on ur human knee ”. The other two followed cortege, and the three of them lined up at the base of the bed, each stroking their own dick, with mouths spread. I thought to myself what a perfect blackmail pic this would be to show to their wives, or girl. With knife hanging out, I grab my swollen shaft, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally draw out it from my nut. Still swelling, and my veins popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to mention I had put on a chrome cockring in the beginning ), the press from my cock n balls was now reaching it 's lofty end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting lip, I volleyed.

Slinging my pith from left to right, I popped the first current of my thick jock juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left, for another. sevener times, blasting my rope from left to right, completely covering their faces in my thick slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my clod, I stand there for a few seconds, while they looked at each other in astonishment, at the massive torrent that had drenched each of them. With the force per unit area now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a strong powerful flow of my steaming hot jock piss, and again from left to right, soaked them down from their heads to their pubes. They were covered now, with all my jock juice. I kinda smirked, as they each began to foul up their own incumbrance up their chest 's and belly, mixing their cum with my piss and jizz. They were a stark mess, lol. But—number three, the hairy nasty one, had yet to blow. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy jock ass right in his aspect, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his face into my ass whirl, and licked me up just as I had done him. In only moments, as he drove his tongue into my tite jockstrap hole, he finally busts. Falling back, with his back into the bed, and his headland tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as practiced as me. Three snapshot go straight up from his urine slit, landing right in the go of my ass, coating my hair's-breadth with his midst construction jizz. I grin at his brawny explosion, but then five to a greater extent stroke hit me in the minuscule of my backrest, and started trailing down my ass and thighs.

Giving the three of them only a few minute to retrieve, and spitting into the case of the one in the eye, I then order them to get dressed, pay up, and get the screw out. One objects with"do n't we get a towel to wipe off"? I just respond with"fuck no—you got towels in ur own room—wear it ”.

As each of them, almost in sync, get their blue jean on, I bark at them"that 's unspoilt, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 Pisces the Fishes in his sack, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credenza. I give a well-disposed shove to the dudes shoulder, and once again bark for them to get out. As they each grab their boots and football tee, and go scrambling out the threshold, I step out my self, and see Jason outside up front, catching a fastball.

I give a flashy whistle, and motion for him to come on down.

As he enters the elbow room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the screw up, and get this dick in your lip ”. Widening his heart, Jason fell to his stifle, and engulfed my still half hard meat into his mouth. Sucking loudly and waterlogged like, ( I loved it when they made a lot of noise ) he eagerly took down my slab and in just a few had me boned up again.

I was actually somewhat surprised that I had boned up again so quickly. As soon as he got me good and intemperately, I yanked out of his mouth, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his jeans to his articulatio talocruralis, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his cheeks. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his shank, and slam it in. Jason lets out a yip, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one jabbing after another. It took a few minutes this meter, but I felt my abs tighten up up, and knew it was time.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a suction noise as his anus closed shut. Telling him to turn over, I climbed up on top of his chest, and grabbing him by the pharynx, shoved my dick into his sassing. All the way to the spinal column of his pharynx, I once again burst. Not near as big as a few moments ago of course, but three Mexican valium straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on meat, he shot pretty damm salutary himself, leaving a current across his chest and belly, and making a nice pool. Just as he finished up, with dick still in his sassing, I flash him and evil grin, and cut loose another current of my hot stinkin urine. His eyes widen again, and he starts to stimulate his head back and Forth River, but I just look him in the oculus and say"drink it ”. After all—beer piss is best, right ?

He manages to tope me all down, and I let him up, choking and gagging from all the slime coating his throat. As he zips back up, I walk to the credenza and break down off two twenties."Here 's for the way, and beer. Thanx fellow"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I speculation he was in shock, and as he heads out the door, I quickly tamp up, and slide back into my 501 's. Skipping the socks, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the road, and psyche for home.

As I approach town, I decide to wheel into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any place in town. As Im fueling up, I notice a span of female child a few ticker over checking me out. Damm—just no clock time. Still shirtless, and flexing my Rock hard 8-pac, I grab my rubble for a quick adaption. I see one of the girls widen her eyes, as now my rod is hanging down my right leg, and slapping her hand against her mouthpiece, turns her head to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my tank, I proceed into the memory board to carry one more piss, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the mens room, I notice on the wall, a unscathed agate line up of cowboy boots."Fuck ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few minutes, nibble out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the raft of box seat, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulders."fucking it—everybody seems to desire me to be cowherd, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the thrill, and a hat I grabbed on the return. The girl rings me up, and asks 'anything else'? I mummer"Camel lights—hard pac, and gas on heart 7 ”. She looks at me a instant, decided I guess whether to card me for the green goddess, but then I guess deciding I spent enough money, and just aggregate 's me out."One eighty, hun"I snap off the twenties, and she bags up the boots, and I put the cowboy hat on my chief. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few vehicles are moving in front of me. I pause to let them sink, but one dude is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my right field hired man, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my shaggy pits. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car head on. Nothing major mind you, just a tap. I could n't serve but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get dwelling before mom, or in case Dustin were to wake up and freak out out case I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the telegram. I quietly sneak into the house, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few slugs of chocolate milk. Damm I loved that shit. Then taking a peep inside Dustin 's room, I see he 's snoozed out. Sneaking down the stairs to my room, wait—was lil bro snoring ? ? really ? ? I open my 'sock draftsman', and drop in the last of the cash. One more quick piss, then strip down, and plop belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a long day, and I was beat .