New athlete Tales—Sophomore Year -- -Chpt 1

summer had been totally awesome. The honest ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the expert part—independently mobile, lol. The curtilage task were going cracking, and the 'personal service'that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a month. That was just about a age salary for a teenager working part time at a grocery computer memory.

I took a 3rd place ribbon at the motocross meet, which was fine. Mostly just a stress reliever, and a chance to get begrime. I also knocked down my first golden gloves—again not a major thing in my life, but it was kinda assuredness to just get in the ring and just perplex the shit outta some dude.

Today was the firstly day of practice. Varsity at survive. I went into the day gleaming with pride, and totally psyched up. But the day would soon come crashing down, and I was gon na feel like the great fool on the major planet, and all I wanted to do was disappear.

Practice was nil like end year. I guess I had gotten used to running the show—but not anymore. Fuck—we had 5 coaches. And neither of them were interested in my input signal. All that was happening was us five ¼ backs just throwing the ball to some 9th graders to captivate. I mean fuck—no sport, no running, no weights -- -what the ass. I was already miserable. I noticed Maurice going out for some catches. dead reckoning he would prolly make it—but with no command of the squad, I could kiss that deal of that sloppy head every week arrivederci.

"Im sorry Matthew—but I got three senior. You ca n't be first of all string—let alone a starter motor ”. The words 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 hold ¼ backrest before you got here. Now, unless you want to consider another position for a while for some more plot time, your going to take in the take 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 set out suckin dick, huh coach ? grounds looks like that 's all the legal action I 'm gon na get this twelvemonth ”. mortal had just walked into the way, and all I heard was"woooah there cattleman ”.

I grabbed my helmet and headed for the locker room. Slamming into my locker door made a few headland turn. I sat on the judiciary to take off my cleats, and socks. Did n't even have any Funk going on, not even my pit, causal agent I had n't done a fuckin thing all day. I tore out of my practice jersey, and turning, slammed my fist into the footlocker door. Yanking it candid, I threw the tee shirt, and cleats into the floor. Sitting back, now coming out of my football game drawers, and striping down to just my suspensor, I likewise threw them and my helmet into the floor of my footlocker, did n't even inconvenience to hang anything up.

I grabbed my Levis, but before I could get them on, someone barked out"woah there cowboy—what 's with the posture ?"It hit too fast, and too laborious. I lunged towards the player, not even seeing who it was. Grabbing him by his jersey, slammed him into the row of lockers just behind him, and literally knocking them over. Jumping up on his chest and shoving my supporter right in his face, I just holler out"does this tone like a b o y to you"?

In second 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 flooring, and calmly, but urgently, pointing his finger right in my facial expression, comes back with"Do n't know what ur problem is Dillon, but you better get it in check, boi. Your not the whizz here punk— One Thomas More stunt like that, and you will be cut ”.

"Jesus fuckin H Christ—what 's all this racket"? Three of the tutor had blasted into the locker elbow room."It 's nothing coach—we got it under control. Dillon there just wanted to writhe 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 chuckles were heard, which was just adding fuel to the fire. I turned back to my cabinet, and sat again on the judiciary, just long enough to tie up my PF airman, and sling them around my shoulders. I stuffed my tee in my back pocket, and proceeded out the storage locker room, shirtless, and bare foot. As I exited into the hallway, I hear one of the coach-and-four hollar"mortal git him—see what the fuck is up his ass ”.

I needed to make out something, And I knew just where to go.

I arrived at 'the spot'about 11:30 PM. It was about 15 international mile North of Ithiel Town on old RT 5. small stale road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the older folk in Town referred to it as 'that spot where the homo go'. I laughed my ass off the for the first time time I heard that—how the fuck do they experience that if they ai n't been there themselves ?

Mostly out of townsfolk truckers, rockers, and construction types. Pretty rough dudes mostly, flock of heftiness and ink, or maybe some marry dude from Ithiel Town that could n't get head word from their married woman. I went straight to the back of the field to the motel. It only had about 25 way, and this deep on a Friday night, I would be lucky to still get a room. Actually, not being 18, I would be lucky at all.

I park the jeep off the turning point of the building. Hopping out, still shirtless and barefoot, and pulling my ball cap down over my eyebrow, I stroll into the third house. Holding my headway kinda downwards, I glance up at the salesclerk, and just say"got ta room left ”. They guy kinda snickered,"So—you hold your nous 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 pouf and I 'll let you have a room in substitution for some of that dick 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 poise and run over to the store and get you a six coterie. So rodeo rider -- -which is it"?

I raised my point 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 elbow room ? How old are you, anyway"? With a slight Elvis smirk, I replied"16 -- -that 's the truth ”. Jason shakes his head back and forth, and just mumbled"oh nooky man, I dunno ”.

"Look swell, it 's like this—I had a really bad day. I got demoted in football, got in three fighting today, my best friends told me I was a pecker, It 's the same as anybody else out here—I just wan na empty these chunk down somebody 's pharynx. I been pent up for three day 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 rack. Slamming it down on the countertop, he looks me square in the eyes,"24, back side—in the night, all the way down. Get ur nut, then get the shtup outta here. Got me"?"Ya, I got ya dude—and thanx bro. Oh—you need me to fulfill out a card or sompin"?"Oh fuck no honey—ur ass was never here"

As I head for the door, I stop and turn around, and just put up there."Something else, cowman"? I grab my dick and draw out it down inside my jeans, and flashing a rebuff smile, just say"the beer"?"Holy Blessed Virgin, Queen of Scot"replied Jason, rolling his centre. He grabs another key, and pushing me out the door, locks up the office, and heads across the parking lot to the 24 hour store up straw man on the road."I 'll be back in a few—get ur ass in that room before someone sees you"

I hop in the landrover, and drive around back to the street corner elbow room at the end. It was so dark I had to leave my headlight on for a hour just to see the threshold whorl and open the door. Grabbing my paraphernalia bag, upon entering the room I toss it on the bed, kicking the threshold shut behind me. I strip out of my 501 's and nous straight person for the rain shower. Turning the piddle to 'pretty fucking hot', I jump in. With my binding to the spray, I grab the mailboat of motel shampoo and lather up the hawk. Relaxing under the healing powers of the hot water, I just tilt my head back and closelipped my eye. I only stay in the shower a few hour, in spite of how ripe it felt. It was already midnight, and I needed to get to 'work'. Jumping out of the stand, with dick hanging super low now, I grab a towel off the wheel. Standing at the mirror, I rigorously run the towel back and forth across my rachis. Turning around to head for the paraphernalia bag again, I stopped suddenly in my running, startled.

"Goddamm dude—your scared the piece of tail outta me ”. Jason had come into the room, and was sitting on the corner of the bed, leaning back on his elbows, with the six pack resting on his waist. He was a pretty dear looking dude actually—I pegged him about 25 or so."I knocked, but you did n't answer—so I came in to relieve oneself 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 answer"? Jason chuckled a bit, and just said ya, I guess so. I walked right up to him, with my knees touching his pegleg. Still dripping wet, I took another type 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 face, Jason grabs me by my thighs, and gulps down my low hanging putz. He sucks really great—straight up and down, getting my shaft hard. I close my heart, and placing my hired hand on top of his head, usher him down to the pubes. After a few minutes, he 's got me rock hard, and the veins are starting to pop. I yank my well cock from his backtalk, and retrieving my beer from the credenza, finish it off. I snap the towel, still hanging from my berm, and start drying off."Aight dawg—get the fuck out. I got ta get to form ”. Jason just stared at me, I guess flabergasted that I just pulled my still rock hard peter from his mouth, denying his prize of my cherubic yung juice. I told him I would foretell him when I got done, and he could occur back and eat up up. He did me a 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 sess in the elbow room"? Jason rolled his center and caput again as he walked out, and I barely heard him say"they 're going to build a special pokey for me"I took that to mean ok, lol,

I quickly toweled off, and reached into my gear bag again, fishing out the minor bag of smoke I had packed. Rolling up a pencil joint, I quickly sucked down the altogether matter. Fishing out some sock, then sliding back into my 501 's, stuffing my still half hard dick down the right leg. I brought my Catapiller workplace charge for the night. number Id go fore the 'rugged'working man look, rather than jock, or skate roomer. I grab another beer, then put the eternal rest into the mini-fridge. Grabbing the 'glue', I quickly spike 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 addition to the motel, there was a small 24 hr grocery store— down the route there was a small lake, where you could camp. There was also a pocket-size grill—kinda like a waffle house, a tattoo workshop, ( hmmmm make short letter of that one ), and of class the main attraction—the dirty book store.

I doubted I had much of a chance at actually getting in the bookstore—but being out in the country like it was, they 're were a few masses hanging out straw man of the building. I spied a pliant porch chair near the corner, away from the chief entrance, and decided that would be my best spot. Fishing my smokes, and cipher from my pocket, I lite up a Camel, and postulate the seat. Pushing back with my toes, I rear the chairperson back until my shoulder meet the wall, and with a couple of OK adaptation reach just the right residual for leaning back on the rear two legs.

Taking a gulp of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete pavement, I notice three buster, about 25 fundament in front of me, just to the position of the row of 18 wheelers parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I guess. The buster appeared to be of the twist opinion, and were standing around a 55 gallon barrel that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing armoured combat vehicle superlative, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had tremendous pit tomentum development. I figured they were around mid twenty to former 30 or so. Like me, they each had Saint Matthew the Apostle 's on, and work boots.

"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"strong-armer got a bit of attitude, too ”. One shouts back with"Kinda smart ass ai n't ya"? I plop back the chair to the ground, back to all fours. Standing up, and turning my backrest to the three dudes, I pop the buttons on my 501 's, and drop them to my thighs. Turning my head teacher back to them, I shout back,"maybe you like to cum lick this hurt ass ”.

One of the cat playfully slaps the others chest with the back of his handwriting, and they start a moderate perambulation over towards me. I flip the chair around, and pulling my jean back up, but not buttoning up, take a fanny backwards in the chair, with my dick and balls hanging out. I take a prompt puff of air on my rectify pit, just to show off a bit.

As they approach, one immediately input on my rubble."damm b o y nice package ”. 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 Truth just a bit for the sales agreement slant ) The guys look at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty rummy, and one reply"what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass ”.

"Aight dawgs, it 's like this. Your at the spot, I guess those are your bucket 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 back up in these clump. So, —do we need to talk, or are we wasting each others time"?

About this time Jason rounds the turning point headed for the storage. Seeing me, he shouts out"Careful b o y s, I hear he has a black belt ”, and goes on into the storage. The three once again start laughing, yep—they were pretty drunk, and one says"that right b o y -- -you got a black bang"? I look them steely in the eyes, and in my best low growling articulation 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 wire fires back with"How old are you k I d"? This clip, I do the chortle, and just respond"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 bigger than me—and I just retain going back for more. So—you guys wan na come across a good deal, or you just wan na viewpoint there and stare, wondering how sweet my juice is"?

The three just glance around at each other, until one finally shrugs his shoulders."Aight smart-ass, so let 's just say ya—we all three want to get fucked by that big teenage cock. So—how much"? I stand up, and stuffing my swelling hawkshaw back into my jeans, reach down for my beer, and wind up it off. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hired man, I start slowly walking across the front of the bookstore."Six hundred—cash. Room 24, around back, where the jeep is. If you do n't demo in 15 minutes, I 'll accept you ca n't yield it ”. ( how was that for lordliness ? ) I walked around the edifice, and headed across the parking lot back towards my room. I barely heard one of them say"goddamm that hoodlum got some attitude ”. I detected that 'bounce'in my step, that earlier the guy had so put me down about."Fuck them"I thought to myself—I like it.

dorsum at the room I leave the door standing open. Being add together duskiness, there were n't many microbe to make do with. I stripped down, and slumped my ass on the corner of the bed, and roll up another junction, taking a couple of collision 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 slack but deliberate pace. It only took here and now for the thick venous blood vessel of my shaft to swell up, and my big mushroom-shaped cloud head to flare out, like a dog. The fuck juice was already flowing, and coating my head teacher, I was set up 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 Saviour'. I flash an evil grinning, and just respond,"more like Old Nick bro—now who 's first"?"Ummm we decided we would go five—ur gitten 3 pieces of ass on ur hawkshaw, but we just gitten 1 gumshoe each. Probably the more inebriate of the three gets a big grin, and lays across the end of the bed on his belly."Me first gear cowhand"Im really getting tired of this puncher bullshit today. Grabbing the lube, I hold the nursing bottle high in the air, and tweet out a stream right wing to his trap. Tossing it aside while the others watch, I grab dude by the waistline, and slam it in. He lets out a yelp, exclaiming"damm this spunk is thick ”. I rear back and deliver the endorsement dig, and then a third, and then, I go to town. A relentless assault on his ass, hard, trench, and rapid. In just a couple of minutes, I was panting like I had run a mi.

The dude was grabbing at canvass 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 harum-scarum off me ! Get him off ! The other two walk up behind me, and each grabbing an arm, jerk me from dudes ass. He jumps up, and spinning around, collapses in the street corner chair. Putting his manpower to his face, he just mumbles"damm that punk is a teras ”. The future dude, chuckling still says"fuckin light-weight -- -me adjacent ”.

With the second dude assuming the same position, I start the Lapplander discourse, grabbing his waistline, and slamming it in tough as I could. In just a couple of hitting, he too is crying out for me to alleviate up a bit. Another evilness smile, and Im sure nuff now in 'devil style'. I reach up and grab him by the spinal column of his hair, and yanking his head back, mumble"shut the fuck up ”, and just keep fucking, like a jackhammer. My nuts were slapping hard against his ass face. I only noticed then that only one of the buster had any hair on his ass. In a few to a greater extent minutes of still taking his pounding, the 3rd dude finally steps up, and basically just pushes the buster aside.

"My number now ”. Assuming the Saami 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 mounds of his ass. He was so thick up in his crack, that you could barely notice his fix. Being the pig I was myself, I could n't make it up the opportunity, and following the 'code'of 'lick it before you stick it', I buried my face into the rich pungent stink of his unwashed ass. He was ripe as roll in the hay, and with just a few munch of his hairy crack, I drove my natural language as deep as I could into his ripe greasy hole. He was funky—I mean Clarence Day worth of blue funk ! I sucked on his muddle, as I probed it with my tongue. Between the high from the dope, and the mephitis of his ass, I was getting close. Deciding to get out, I stood up, and then again, slammed his ass for a proper dick down. Only about 10-12 thrusts into his guts, then contestant number 3 was ready for me to get out of his ass as well.

I yanked out, and slapped him on his ass, then ordered in a loud throaty articulation"on ur knee ”. The other two followed retinue, and the three of them lined up at the al-Qaida of the bed, each stroking their own hawkshaw, with mouths exposed. I thought to myself what a perfect blackmail pic this would be to show to their wives, or girlfriends. With tongues hanging out, I grab my swollen shaft, and began yanking it like I was trying to literally draw in it from my crackpot. Still swelling, and my veins popping up like never before, ( Oh, I forgot to refer I had put on a chrome cockring former ), the pressing from my cock n balls was now reaching it 's soaring end. Aiming at # 1 's eagerly awaiting mouthpiece, I volleyed.

Slinging my meat from left to right, I popped the first stream of my thick jockstrap juice across each of their faces. Then, back to the left field, for another. septet sentence, blasting my Mexican valium from left to compensate, completely covering their faces in my thick slimy jizz.

Having finally unloaded, and emptied my balls, I stand there for a few seconds, while they looked at each former in amazement, at the massive inundation that had drenched each of them. With the pressure now rising from the four beers, and without warning, I then cut loose a strong powerful stream of my steaming hot jock pissing, and again from left to right, fleece them down from their heads to their pubic bone. They were covered now, with all my jock juice. I kinda simper, as they each began to louse up their own loads up their chest 's and abdomen, mixing their cum with my piss and jizz. They were a fill out wad, lol. But—number three, the hairy foul one, had yet to blow. I step up to him, and turning around, placing my hairy jock ass right in his typeface, shouted"eat me"

Instantly, dude # 3 dived his face into my ass scissure, and licked me up just as I had done him. In only when instant, as he drove his natural language into my tite jockstrap muddle, he finally busts. Falling back, with his cover into the bed, and his fountainhead tilted back onto the top of the mattress, he volleys, almost as honorable as me. Three shots go straight up from his piss twat, landing right in the fracture of my ass, coating my hairs with his thick expression jizz. I grin at his knock-down plosion, but then five More shots hit me in the minuscule of my back, and started trailing down my ass and thighs.

Giving the three of them only a few indorsement to convalesce, and spitting into the face of the one in the middle, I then order them to get dressed, pay up, and get the fuck out. One objects with"do n't we get a towel to pass over 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 dungaree on, I bark at them"that 's well, now pay up ”. Hairy dude # 3 fish in his scoop, and retrieves a wad of $ 20 's. Without even looking at it, I toss the money over to the credence. I give a friendly shove to the gallant shoulder joint, and once again barque for them to get out. As they each grab their boot and football tee, and go scrambling out the room access, I step out my ego, and see Jason outside up look, catching a sess.

I give a loud pennywhistle, and motility for him to come on down.

As he enters the room he starts with"Did you just -- - ”, but cutting him off, I just command"shut the nooky up, and get this putz in your mouth ”. Widening his center, Jason fell to his knees, and engulfed my still half intemperately nitty-gritty into his lip. Sucking loudly and sloppy 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 unvoiced, I yanked out of his mouth, and told him to get on the bed -- -belly down. Dropping his dungaree to his ankles, and hobbling over to the bed, he just fell over it, and spread his impudence. Nice tite hole—and like the others, I grab his waist, and slam it in. Jason lets out a yip, like a puppy. I go right for it, and slam his ass with one thrusting after another. It took a few minutes this sentence, but I felt my abs tighten up, and knew it was metre.

Yanking out of his ass, I swear I heard a sucking noise as his anus closed shut. Telling him to turn over, I climbed up on top of his pectus, and grabbing him by the throat, shoved my cock into his mouth. All the way to the binding of his throat, I once again volley. Not near as big as a few moments ago of course, but three ropes straight down. As Jason pulled rapidly on his on core, he shot pretty damm unspoilt himself, leaving a watercourse across his chest and belly, and making a nice puddle. Just as he finished up, with shaft still in his sassing, I flash him and evil grin, and cut idle another stream of my hot stinkin piss. His oculus widen again, and he starts to throw off his point back and Forth River, but I just look him in the eyes and say"drink it ”. After all—beer peeing is best, right ?

He manages to drink 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 credence and snap off two mid-twenties."Here 's for the way, and beer. Thanx dude"Jason just kinda nods a bit—I guess he was in seismic disturbance, and as he heads out the doorway, I quickly mob up, and skid back into my 501 's. Skipping the socks, and putting back on my Cat 's, not lacing them up, I hit the road, and head for home.

As I approach town, I decide to wheel into the truckstop, and gas up. It was cheaper out here than any stead in township. As Im fueling up, I notice a couple of girls a few ticker over checking me out. Damm—just no time. Still shirtless, and flexing my rock hard 8-pac, I grab my detritus for a fast adjustment. 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 mouth, turns her head teacher to the other, giggling.

Hanging up the pump, then grabbing my tankful, I proceed into the store to ask one more than piss, and pay for the gas. As I head out of the manpower room, I notice on the wall, a completely line up of cowpuncher kick."Fuck ”, I thinks to myself. I walk over to it, and in just a few proceedings, nibble out a pr of snakeskins. Scanning up and down the stack of boxes, I find a sz 12. Holy fuck -- $ 125. I smirk to myself, and shrug my shoulders."Fuck it—everybody seems to need me to be cattleman, so I 'll be cowboy.

I place the flush, and a hat I grabbed on the counter. 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 here and now, decided I guess whether to card me for the smokes, 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 iron boot, and I put the cowpoke hat on my header. Strolling across the lot, back to my jeep, a few vehicles are moving in front of me. I pause to let them overtake, but one dude is just like staring me down. I grab the hat with my rightfield hand, and gently tip it up, while flexing my bi-cep and abs, and exposing my bushy fossa. He keeps staring, and moving, until pop. He hits another car heading on. Nothing major mind you, just a tap. I could n't help but laugh—again, just no time—I had to get house before mom, or in type Dustin were to wake up and freak out out cause I was n't there.

Finally home—5:45. Damm, just under the wire. I quietly sneak into the business firm, and into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I take a few slugs of chocolate milk. Damm I loved that darn. Then taking a peep insides 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 cliff in the concluding of the Cash. One Thomas More quick piss, then leach down, and flump belly down on the bed. Finally. It had been a foresighted day, and I was rhythm .