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Jock Tales—Jr Year --Final Game Pt 2
The day had gone slowly, and mostly uneventful. We had gone another season now, undefeated. If we finished out the night with a win, we will tie the Tigers three year winning streak.
I entered the locker room kinda somber, and head for the cage. I needed to get pumped up for the game, and get my 'game face' on. After an hour or so of lifting, I head for the showers. Didn't know why—just wanted to feel the strong jets of the water on my back. But—no soap :)
I head for my locker, dick waggin between my thighs with towel over my shoulder. Still loved showin off my 'buddy', and that hard hairy ass. As I towel off, a few others have come in, and slowly the rebel rousing picks up. Everybody is excited. Opening the door of my locker, I pick up my helmet first, and look under it. Sure nuff—there it was, that hand drawn diamond. A pencil drawing, that was there at every game day since freshman year. Arced over the top, “Go go Diamond Dillon” Still, no clue.
“Are you praying to it Dillon”? Asked a voice behind me. I turn around, and it's Jackson, my center. We hadn't spoke much since the night of opening day. Maybe he had guilt feelings for partying down with Parker and me, and 'allowing' himself to let a dude blow him, then tear up his ass. “it is special yo—that's why I got the tat” “Still don't know huh”? “naa”
Everybody's dressed out now, and Kelso gives us a speech about winning. We blast out the tunnel in our sparkly shiny helmets, and blue and silver jerseys, and the energy in the stadium picks up. It turns out, we got the Red Raiders having an off night, and we slam their asses 42-12. Playoffs are now assured.
As tradition, most of us from the team head down to the diner. Dustin and his buds, our mgrs tag along with us. I tell the four they can have anything they want, and Kelso and Petroni join us. I was really hoping now to be let out of 'lockdown', now that regular season was over. They said we would talk about it later tonight—back at the house. Thanksgiving break is just next week, so I was looking forward to a long weekend of partying. I need some action---and funds were getting low.
Back at the house, we pop some beers, and basically settle down for some TV. Dustin was pretty wore out from the game, so he heads up to his room. Then there was a knock at the door. I fly up the stairs to check it out, and it's-----------dad. “Came to the game---you done good son, I'm proud of ya”
I really couldn't think of much to say, but usher dad into the kitchen. I offer him a beer, which he accepted with a smile. “I decided to get an apartment—just decided to come by and tell ya where it is—case you just needed to get away for some alone time or something. Come by tomorrow, and I'll give you a key”. “Ok—kewl---ok if some friemds come with me”? “Sure—let's make it a cookout, and bring Dustin”. Ok dad, see ya then”. Dad turns up the beer, and swallows down about half of it.
Back downstairs, carrying the rest of his beer, I plop down on the bed, right between Kelso and Petroni. “It was dad---he got an apartment”
The rest of the night went pretty much in silence, and the other two fell off asleep pretty quick. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, with only the moonlight shining through the window that was at ground level. With my arms thrown up behind my head, I got a whiff of my pits—just a mild funk since I had a shower before the game, along with it was pretty cold tonight, so not much of a sweat built up. I hated the cold.
I just kept thinking about dad. How he would smell when he would come in off the road. I don't think he took a shower the whole time he was gone. Even though I hated his guts, I still missed him. I remembered back to the night he called me 'daddy's lil champ' ---it brought a smile to my face, and I felt my dick stirr just a bit.
I reached down and began tickling the hairs on my balls. Usually, just a couple of minutes was all it took to get stuff stirred up. Grabbing my dickhead in my fist, and rubbing my thumb across my piss slit got the fuck juices flowing, and coated my head with it's rich stringy slime. Oddly, Kelso and Petroni both turned over at the same time, and now I could smell their funk rising from their bushy pits. Not near as loud as me, but still a nice ripeness that was now making my dick bone up.
I grab 'him' with my fist, and squeezing pretty hard, began a slow stroke up and down my thick shaft. Slicking my fist up over my head, then bringing down the fuck juice to further lube up my big mushroom head, I breathed in deep the combined stink of myself and my two team mates. Unaware, I had gradually let my legs spread just a bit, and then I detected the hairy match up between myself and my two buds hairy legs. The friction of the cold, and under the blanket made those little 'lightning pops' that I used to think were so kewl as a k I d.
Still thinking about dad, and smelling the funk of my bros, I picked up the pace of my jackin. I squeezed my thick stick, and decided I must be getting thicker. It just felt more full now in my fist. Petroni let out a low groan, like he was dreaming already, and that just put me over the edge. I blowed a rope right up to my face, followed by two more right at my mouth. I opened to catch some, but basically got it all over me since I couldn't see the volley in the dark. I felt my juice leave a trail down my chest and belly—finally subsiding in a puddle in my pubes. It felt good, and I hoped I didn't wake either of my bros. Running my fingers up and down my torso, I feel that I've made a pretty big mess, as usual. I rub a lot of my jizz down into my pubes, but I was still pretty sloppy.
Easing up out of the bed, I head for the bathroom for a piss, and clean off the junk.
After, sneaking back to my chest of drawers, I fish out a tight pr of gym shorts, then head upstairs. Killing off a tall glass of chocolate milk, I go into the living room and turn on the TV. Stretching out on the couch, I pull the afghan up over me, and in minutes, fall asleep.
Saturday morning came about average time, I guess. Around 10:00. everyone else was already up, just quietly chatting around the kitchen table. I get up, sportin a full blown piss hard, and head down the hallway to loose it. Damm---must have been a gallon.
Back to the kitchen I pour up a cup of coffee, then add the sugar and milk. Sitting at the table, Jackson (?? guess he must have just come over) mutters “bitch” to which I flash a glare at him. The rest chuckle a bit, and Jackson continues “real men drink coffee black” I flash Jackson a grin, and grabbing my junk tell him “real men do what the fuck they want”. He just smiles back, shaking his head back and forth, then leans over towards me. Raising his eyebrows a bit, he just smiles checking out my package.
I take a slouch in the kitchen chair, crossing my legs at the ankles. I glance down at my sz 13 feet---my leg hair went all the way to my ankles, then across the tops of my feet. So fuckin hot. I rocked my feet back and forth, admiring their awesome size, and just grin, now resting my right hand on my junk. In the tite gym shorts, it was kinda---uhhhh---in ur face, lol.
We all just continue chatting about the up coming playoffs, and hopes of pulling off another state title---thus tying the Tigers. I began watching Dustin, loading the dish-washer, and wiping off the counter tops. He was becoming real domestic, lol.
I had started giving him 'tips' for cleaning up, and doing the trash. With dad hardly ever around anymore, I just thought it sad that he didn't get anything like an allowance.
After a few cups, Jackson finally stands up, and asks Dustin to come outside and throw a ball around. He agrees without hesitation, and says “Can we have a game maybe”? “Ya Dustin—we'll have a game in a bit”
After they exit the patio door to the back yard, I just look at Kelso and Petroni.
“What”?
“Do you know what you are doing “?
“Drinking coffee yo---with my two best friends---that I hope let me off lockdown today”
“Well, hold that thought—we just hope it's still there in a while”.
“Why—what did you guys do”?
“We didn't do anything—it's what you are doing”.
“What the fuck am I doin dawgs”?
“Your sitting there, playing wit ur dick”.
I grin and look down at my junk, and just reply, “Ya----so. Ain't that what guys do---play wit their dicks in the morning”?
“Ya—but you been playing with yours since you first sat down. And look at ya—you sportin a full blow boner”.
“Well fuck yo—so I been boned up all mornin—I guess it's the beer from last night.
“Dillon—you boned up cause you been checkin out ur lil bro”!
“whut”?
“You been watchin Dustin all fuckin morning—making the coffee, cleaning up the kitchen—sweeping the floor. He's dressed just like all of us—nothing but gym shorts. And you been watchin that tite lil butt all morning—all the while playing wit ur dick”!
At that moment, I throw my head back, and throw my arms up behind my head, locking my hands behind my neck. Stretching straight out—and squeezing my eyes, I blow. I blow shot after shot into my gym shorts. In moments, the whole front is soaked in a gallon of fresh morning jock jizz. I grunt a few times as I nutted, and my abs tightened up like I been working them out for hours. The jizz began working it's way down my hairy thighs, saturating them.
“Of fuck yo's---that was massive”, I state with a big shit-eatin grin.
There was a long pause until Kelso finally speaks--- “I think we need to go see ur dad”.
The day had gone slowly, and mostly uneventful. We had gone another season now, undefeated. If we finished out the night with a win, we will tie the Tigers three year winning streak.
I entered the locker room kinda somber, and head for the cage. I needed to get pumped up for the game, and get my 'game face' on. After an hour or so of lifting, I head for the showers. Didn't know why—just wanted to feel the strong jets of the water on my back. But—no soap :)
I head for my locker, dick waggin between my thighs with towel over my shoulder. Still loved showin off my 'buddy', and that hard hairy ass. As I towel off, a few others have come in, and slowly the rebel rousing picks up. Everybody is excited. Opening the door of my locker, I pick up my helmet first, and look under it. Sure nuff—there it was, that hand drawn diamond. A pencil drawing, that was there at every game day since freshman year. Arced over the top, “Go go Diamond Dillon” Still, no clue.
“Are you praying to it Dillon”? Asked a voice behind me. I turn around, and it's Jackson, my center. We hadn't spoke much since the night of opening day. Maybe he had guilt feelings for partying down with Parker and me, and 'allowing' himself to let a dude blow him, then tear up his ass. “it is special yo—that's why I got the tat” “Still don't know huh”? “naa”
Everybody's dressed out now, and Kelso gives us a speech about winning. We blast out the tunnel in our sparkly shiny helmets, and blue and silver jerseys, and the energy in the stadium picks up. It turns out, we got the Red Raiders having an off night, and we slam their asses 42-12. Playoffs are now assured.
As tradition, most of us from the team head down to the diner. Dustin and his buds, our mgrs tag along with us. I tell the four they can have anything they want, and Kelso and Petroni join us. I was really hoping now to be let out of 'lockdown', now that regular season was over. They said we would talk about it later tonight—back at the house. Thanksgiving break is just next week, so I was looking forward to a long weekend of partying. I need some action---and funds were getting low.
Back at the house, we pop some beers, and basically settle down for some TV. Dustin was pretty wore out from the game, so he heads up to his room. Then there was a knock at the door. I fly up the stairs to check it out, and it's-----------dad. “Came to the game---you done good son, I'm proud of ya”
I really couldn't think of much to say, but usher dad into the kitchen. I offer him a beer, which he accepted with a smile. “I decided to get an apartment—just decided to come by and tell ya where it is—case you just needed to get away for some alone time or something. Come by tomorrow, and I'll give you a key”. “Ok—kewl---ok if some friemds come with me”? “Sure—let's make it a cookout, and bring Dustin”. Ok dad, see ya then”. Dad turns up the beer, and swallows down about half of it.
Back downstairs, carrying the rest of his beer, I plop down on the bed, right between Kelso and Petroni. “It was dad---he got an apartment”
The rest of the night went pretty much in silence, and the other two fell off asleep pretty quick. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, with only the moonlight shining through the window that was at ground level. With my arms thrown up behind my head, I got a whiff of my pits—just a mild funk since I had a shower before the game, along with it was pretty cold tonight, so not much of a sweat built up. I hated the cold.
I just kept thinking about dad. How he would smell when he would come in off the road. I don't think he took a shower the whole time he was gone. Even though I hated his guts, I still missed him. I remembered back to the night he called me 'daddy's lil champ' ---it brought a smile to my face, and I felt my dick stirr just a bit.
I reached down and began tickling the hairs on my balls. Usually, just a couple of minutes was all it took to get stuff stirred up. Grabbing my dickhead in my fist, and rubbing my thumb across my piss slit got the fuck juices flowing, and coated my head with it's rich stringy slime. Oddly, Kelso and Petroni both turned over at the same time, and now I could smell their funk rising from their bushy pits. Not near as loud as me, but still a nice ripeness that was now making my dick bone up.
I grab 'him' with my fist, and squeezing pretty hard, began a slow stroke up and down my thick shaft. Slicking my fist up over my head, then bringing down the fuck juice to further lube up my big mushroom head, I breathed in deep the combined stink of myself and my two team mates. Unaware, I had gradually let my legs spread just a bit, and then I detected the hairy match up between myself and my two buds hairy legs. The friction of the cold, and under the blanket made those little 'lightning pops' that I used to think were so kewl as a k I d.
Still thinking about dad, and smelling the funk of my bros, I picked up the pace of my jackin. I squeezed my thick stick, and decided I must be getting thicker. It just felt more full now in my fist. Petroni let out a low groan, like he was dreaming already, and that just put me over the edge. I blowed a rope right up to my face, followed by two more right at my mouth. I opened to catch some, but basically got it all over me since I couldn't see the volley in the dark. I felt my juice leave a trail down my chest and belly—finally subsiding in a puddle in my pubes. It felt good, and I hoped I didn't wake either of my bros. Running my fingers up and down my torso, I feel that I've made a pretty big mess, as usual. I rub a lot of my jizz down into my pubes, but I was still pretty sloppy.
Easing up out of the bed, I head for the bathroom for a piss, and clean off the junk.
After, sneaking back to my chest of drawers, I fish out a tight pr of gym shorts, then head upstairs. Killing off a tall glass of chocolate milk, I go into the living room and turn on the TV. Stretching out on the couch, I pull the afghan up over me, and in minutes, fall asleep.
Saturday morning came about average time, I guess. Around 10:00. everyone else was already up, just quietly chatting around the kitchen table. I get up, sportin a full blown piss hard, and head down the hallway to loose it. Damm---must have been a gallon.
Back to the kitchen I pour up a cup of coffee, then add the sugar and milk. Sitting at the table, Jackson (?? guess he must have just come over) mutters “bitch” to which I flash a glare at him. The rest chuckle a bit, and Jackson continues “real men drink coffee black” I flash Jackson a grin, and grabbing my junk tell him “real men do what the fuck they want”. He just smiles back, shaking his head back and forth, then leans over towards me. Raising his eyebrows a bit, he just smiles checking out my package.
I take a slouch in the kitchen chair, crossing my legs at the ankles. I glance down at my sz 13 feet---my leg hair went all the way to my ankles, then across the tops of my feet. So fuckin hot. I rocked my feet back and forth, admiring their awesome size, and just grin, now resting my right hand on my junk. In the tite gym shorts, it was kinda---uhhhh---in ur face, lol.
We all just continue chatting about the up coming playoffs, and hopes of pulling off another state title---thus tying the Tigers. I began watching Dustin, loading the dish-washer, and wiping off the counter tops. He was becoming real domestic, lol.
I had started giving him 'tips' for cleaning up, and doing the trash. With dad hardly ever around anymore, I just thought it sad that he didn't get anything like an allowance.
After a few cups, Jackson finally stands up, and asks Dustin to come outside and throw a ball around. He agrees without hesitation, and says “Can we have a game maybe”? “Ya Dustin—we'll have a game in a bit”
After they exit the patio door to the back yard, I just look at Kelso and Petroni.
“What”?
“Do you know what you are doing “?
“Drinking coffee yo---with my two best friends---that I hope let me off lockdown today”
“Well, hold that thought—we just hope it's still there in a while”.
“Why—what did you guys do”?
“We didn't do anything—it's what you are doing”.
“What the fuck am I doin dawgs”?
“Your sitting there, playing wit ur dick”.
I grin and look down at my junk, and just reply, “Ya----so. Ain't that what guys do---play wit their dicks in the morning”?
“Ya—but you been playing with yours since you first sat down. And look at ya—you sportin a full blow boner”.
“Well fuck yo—so I been boned up all mornin—I guess it's the beer from last night.
“Dillon—you boned up cause you been checkin out ur lil bro”!
“whut”?
“You been watchin Dustin all fuckin morning—making the coffee, cleaning up the kitchen—sweeping the floor. He's dressed just like all of us—nothing but gym shorts. And you been watchin that tite lil butt all morning—all the while playing wit ur dick”!
At that moment, I throw my head back, and throw my arms up behind my head, locking my hands behind my neck. Stretching straight out—and squeezing my eyes, I blow. I blow shot after shot into my gym shorts. In moments, the whole front is soaked in a gallon of fresh morning jock jizz. I grunt a few times as I nutted, and my abs tightened up like I been working them out for hours. The jizz began working it's way down my hairy thighs, saturating them.
“Of fuck yo's---that was massive”, I state with a big shit-eatin grin.
There was a long pause until Kelso finally speaks--- “I think we need to go see ur dad”.
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