Jock Tales Senior Year Week One Pt 3
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“So Matthew—who's gonna be the lucky girl”? “HUH”?
“So who's going to get to wear your ring”?
“You mean my class ring”? Holding up the back of my hand.
“Ya—tell us”
“Well, girls, IF I was going to give my ring away, I wouldn't announce it to the public before I gave it to her. But to answer you—nobody. This is my ring—ain't giving it away to some girl to go prancin around school showin it off. Putting tha thought in peoples head that she 'bagged' Matthew Dillon. Same goes for the jacket. This is me—my accomplishments—my awards. Not a flag for someone else to parade around in. The only other person you will ever see wearin my letter jacket will be my lil bro.
“Dustin”?
“Ya—Dustin”
“Why him”?
“Cause 'A' just cause he's my lil bro. He's my biggest fan, and I know in my heart I'm his hero.
“So, there's no girl”?
“I didn't say that”
“So—what would girl have to do to 'bag' Matthew Dillon, as you put it”?
I laugh a bit at the girls, and continue, “Look girls—right now, I don't have the time to be 'seeing' anybody. Final game is tomorrow, and that's all I got on my mind”.
“Ok---but you do fuck don't you ? I mean—we never see you in the hallways with a girl—just your 'homies' from the team is all”
“Lol, well, that's just football. And ya I fuck—there's plenty of girls here that can testify to that. Just haven't got one yet that can handle all of it” grabbing my junk and throwing off a big cocky smile. The package looked good today—501's and a jock always gave the best bulge. That combo just cupped ur dick n balls just right, and for me, gave off a site as big as a baseball. Hard not to notice. I guess I liked showin it off—I mean, there really was no hiding it anyway.
“So Matthew, what kind of girl do you like—I mean for fuckin and all”?
I flash another big grin at the girls—there were about 5 of them now, huddled around me. “Ok girls—it's like this. You ain't gonna bag Matthew Dillon for bragging rights. Your not getting my ring, and your not getting my letter jacket. You don't get to brag around school how you got the all star ¼ back from the team. You don't get to brag how you nailed the biggest dick at school—cause you prolly couldn't handle it all anyway. You don't get to brag that Matthew Dillon blowed a donkey load all over ur tits—and ya, that's big too”.
A voice pipes up from behind the circle of girls, “what if she's just a slut—not popular—doesn't even like you cause ur just an asshole jock—but she just wants a good hard fuckin”? It was Veronica Knight. Not very popular, like she said. Kinda shy, or so I thought, homely looking—long stringy hair, always looked dirty. Very little makeup, and always wearing a skirt—lol, I guess she was Presbyterian. But, I thought she was kinda cute in her naturalness.
I flash a big teeth bearing smile, and just say “now that's my girl. Come on baby—ur with me”. Everyone present all at once said “what”? I reach through the crowd, and grab Veronica by the hand, and pulling her through just said “Come on baby—let's get to it”.
As all the girls mouths fell open, and eyes bug out in disbelief, I pull Veronica down the hallway. Several heads turn towards us, and a few even pointing fingers. I just keep the smile going. As we approach the b o y s bathroom, I grab two freshman at their lockers by the shirts. “You two freshman”? “Yes sir Mr. Dillon” they replied nervously. I chuckled at their response. “You going to the same class” “Yes sir, Mr. Dillon” “How would you like to become an honorary Diamond Dillon Dawg”? “Oh fuck ya—that would be awesome ! What we gotta do”?
Easy—just stand there, side by side. The b o y s did as instructed, and raising my right arm, I tap the first on on the left, and then right shoulder. “I dub thee a knight, of the Diamind Dawgs. Do you swear your allegiance forever”? “Yes Sir” the first b o y pipes up. Then, repeating the process, with the second, the same “Yes sir” They were grinning from ear to ear—kinda made me think about my lil bro.
“Ok then”. I take off my letter jacket, and tell the second b o y to put it on. Ya there were some exceptions sometimes in spite of what I said earlier. This was temporary—just a few minutes. “Now—that will be your flag, so to speak. Everybody knows that jacket, and who it belongs to. You are actually the first person to ever put that on, other than me. That puts you in a very high class—wear it with honor”. “Yes sir Mr. Dillon” “Now here's your first orders. You stand here in front of this door. NOBODY comes in. If they try to push past you, warn them they will leave b l o o d y. Now, fold ur arms in front of you, and cross them on your chest. Ya—that's it. Stand up straight as you can, and put on ur mean face. Feet—18” apart. Ya-that's it—damm you b o y s are pretty—make my dick hard”
The b o y s glance at each other, big shit-eatin smiles on their faces. “Aight now—eyes front. Wipe those grins off ur face. They did as instructed, and I give them another big smile. Guess it was a proud moment for them—hangin with the 'big dawgs'
I push the door open, and drag Veronica into the b o y s room. Two dudes are standing at the piss troff, and I just bark at them--”Zip up—and get the fuck out”. Turning their heads, and seeing whom it was, they both do as ordered, and quickly blot out the room. I see some feet under one of the stalls. Walking up to it, I kick the door with my bug ass 13 jock foot. “Get the fuck out yo” I yell at him. “You got five seconds” The dude, I guess a scared lil shit bolts from the stall, still pulling up his pants on the way out the door.
I grab Veronica, and we enter the center stall. Turning around to face her, I order her to get on her knees. Hauling out my junk, I'm already half hard, and piss slit is oozing more fuck juice than most dudes cum---well, not literally of course, but my jock was wet :)
“Blow me, bitch” I uttered in a low growling voice. Veronica looks up and grins, and cupping the base of my shaft and balls, engulfs about half of my 10' of jock meat into her mouth. She put her tongue right to work, and in just a couple of minutes had me at full bone. Damm—this bitch was good. She knew just how to tap that piss slit, and made my big mushroom head swell up till it started turning purple. “Damm” was all I could muster up.
I grab her by the waist, and spinning her around, tell her to bend over, and grab the toilet seat. Reaching under her skirt, and yanking her panties down, I tell her to step out of them. I take a quick sniff, and then stuff them into my back pocket.
Fully boned up now, and my swelling head good n wet from the juice, and Veronica's mouth, I enter her sloppy cunt from behind. Going all the way, she starts moaing right away. “This won't take long” I thinks to myself. I instantly went to town, popping her tite wet cunt to the pubes. Damm this girl was wet. Might get this one's number. I was pent up pretty hard. The subject matter for the last 30 minutes, along with still having the morning load, cause I was running late, and didn't have time to pull off this morning, was going to make this one pretty quick. That was good actually, cause the bell just rang for class.
I gave her a few more quick pops, to her now swelling pussy lips. Heaving my breath, and stuttering my words “do you want to eat me”? She responded with an excited “yes”. I yanked out of her, and grabbing her hair, spun her around, and just long enough to say “open”, I busted. I shot about 7 rapid shots right into her mouth. Here eyes bugged out at the volume—it was massive, as usual. A couple more shots to her chin, as she gulped down most of my thick rich jock juice. It took her about three hard swallows to get it all down. I just smiled real big, and asked if she got what she wanted. She nodded her head up and down as she began pulling her skirt back up, and I as well stuffed my junk back into my jock. I was wet as fuck, but didn't care—I would just wear 'her' the rest of the day :)
“Aight bitch—let's go—we're late for class. “Can we do it again sometime, Matthew”? “Sure baby—you were awesome. I'll be in touch. As I button up my 501's, and pushing Veronica towards the door, we both escape the b o y s room—but not without an audience. “Goddamm Matthew—who's holding up the fuckin elevator? And who's these punks you got guarding the door”?
“Off to class everybody—and mind ur fuckin business”
I tell the two 'guards' to come on, I would walk them to class. We arrive at Miss Stevens class, and I tap on the door as I open it. I explain that the b o y s were with me—they were helping me out with some football stuff, and I apologize for making them late. Miss Stevens replies 'ok—but just this one time'.
As the b o y s head for their seats, I notice the expressions on most of the b o y s faces in the class. Yup, these two got to hang with Matthew Dillon---guess a proud moment for them. “Oh—uh Johnny—the jacket”? “Oh, sorry Mr. Dillon” Johnny takes of my letter jacket, and handing it back to me, swaggers to his seat with that big shit-eatin grin. “And oh ya b o y s –what happens in the crew—stays in the crew-- no talkin”. The two nod their heads up and down, still smiling. I notice a few in the classroom staring with their mouths open, and eyes bugged out. Guess these two will prolly have a few stories to tell, in spite of what I just told them.
So—anyways, I depart the class, and start heading for my own. Walking down the hallway, it occurred to me that I needed to piss, so I head back for the b o y s room. Entering the room I see this skinny little runt—prolly didn't weigh 80 pounds, most likely skipping class. I walk up to the trough to loose the piss, which took nearly a full minute. Turning around and stuffing my junk back into my jock, the little fuck is still standing there, trying to look tough and shit, lol. I walk towards the sink and mirror, and take off my jacket, and hand it towards the dude. “Hold that for me”? He reaches out without saying anything, and takes it from my hand. I then pull of my sweat soaked tee, and lay it across the sink, then reach for a few paper towels just left of the dude, exposing my bushy rank pits. “Damm dude—you stink” I shoot him a grin, and began to wipe the moisture from my pits, then continuing down my chest and belly. “What's that shit all over you” he asked.
“My jizz, and some pussy juice” “What—you mean just now”? “Ya—just a few minutes ago—right there” pointing at the center stall. “Holy fuck mann—ur nuts”
I give him a smile and a slight chuckle “ya—sometimes. But bitch just asked me right to my face could we fuck. I like that—so I said sure, and d**gged her in here and fucked the shit outta her. Guess that's why I stink now” taking a quick huff on my left pit. “So that's all it takes—some bitch says let's fuck, and you just drag her into the bathroom”? I smile again and reply “Ya—sometimes, depends on the mood I guess”. “So did she blow you too”? “Ya—bitch was good too—kept poppin my piss slit with her tongue, making me ooze fuck juice, and my head swelled up real fuckin big. Felt great when I put it in her”
“Wow dude—ur fuckin lucky as fuck” “Ya—I guess so” “Bet I could do it better”
“Whut”? “Oh—sorry dude, for real. Just let my mind blurt it out—don't hit me or anything please” “Shit dude—I ain't gonna hit ur punk ass. That was brave though—come on to a dude like that in the bathroom. I think it made my dick stirr up a bit”. “Oh ya” he asks sheepishly. “Ya” I respond with yet another grin, as I do indeed feel my dick start to swell again. I point at the center stall, and teasingly say “in my office”? Looked like it was going to be a busy day slingin dick.
“So Matthew—who's gonna be the lucky girl”? “HUH”?
“So who's going to get to wear your ring”?
“You mean my class ring”? Holding up the back of my hand.
“Ya—tell us”
“Well, girls, IF I was going to give my ring away, I wouldn't announce it to the public before I gave it to her. But to answer you—nobody. This is my ring—ain't giving it away to some girl to go prancin around school showin it off. Putting tha thought in peoples head that she 'bagged' Matthew Dillon. Same goes for the jacket. This is me—my accomplishments—my awards. Not a flag for someone else to parade around in. The only other person you will ever see wearin my letter jacket will be my lil bro.
“Dustin”?
“Ya—Dustin”
“Why him”?
“Cause 'A' just cause he's my lil bro. He's my biggest fan, and I know in my heart I'm his hero.
“So, there's no girl”?
“I didn't say that”
“So—what would girl have to do to 'bag' Matthew Dillon, as you put it”?
I laugh a bit at the girls, and continue, “Look girls—right now, I don't have the time to be 'seeing' anybody. Final game is tomorrow, and that's all I got on my mind”.
“Ok---but you do fuck don't you ? I mean—we never see you in the hallways with a girl—just your 'homies' from the team is all”
“Lol, well, that's just football. And ya I fuck—there's plenty of girls here that can testify to that. Just haven't got one yet that can handle all of it” grabbing my junk and throwing off a big cocky smile. The package looked good today—501's and a jock always gave the best bulge. That combo just cupped ur dick n balls just right, and for me, gave off a site as big as a baseball. Hard not to notice. I guess I liked showin it off—I mean, there really was no hiding it anyway.
“So Matthew, what kind of girl do you like—I mean for fuckin and all”?
I flash another big grin at the girls—there were about 5 of them now, huddled around me. “Ok girls—it's like this. You ain't gonna bag Matthew Dillon for bragging rights. Your not getting my ring, and your not getting my letter jacket. You don't get to brag around school how you got the all star ¼ back from the team. You don't get to brag how you nailed the biggest dick at school—cause you prolly couldn't handle it all anyway. You don't get to brag that Matthew Dillon blowed a donkey load all over ur tits—and ya, that's big too”.
A voice pipes up from behind the circle of girls, “what if she's just a slut—not popular—doesn't even like you cause ur just an asshole jock—but she just wants a good hard fuckin”? It was Veronica Knight. Not very popular, like she said. Kinda shy, or so I thought, homely looking—long stringy hair, always looked dirty. Very little makeup, and always wearing a skirt—lol, I guess she was Presbyterian. But, I thought she was kinda cute in her naturalness.
I flash a big teeth bearing smile, and just say “now that's my girl. Come on baby—ur with me”. Everyone present all at once said “what”? I reach through the crowd, and grab Veronica by the hand, and pulling her through just said “Come on baby—let's get to it”.
As all the girls mouths fell open, and eyes bug out in disbelief, I pull Veronica down the hallway. Several heads turn towards us, and a few even pointing fingers. I just keep the smile going. As we approach the b o y s bathroom, I grab two freshman at their lockers by the shirts. “You two freshman”? “Yes sir Mr. Dillon” they replied nervously. I chuckled at their response. “You going to the same class” “Yes sir, Mr. Dillon” “How would you like to become an honorary Diamond Dillon Dawg”? “Oh fuck ya—that would be awesome ! What we gotta do”?
Easy—just stand there, side by side. The b o y s did as instructed, and raising my right arm, I tap the first on on the left, and then right shoulder. “I dub thee a knight, of the Diamind Dawgs. Do you swear your allegiance forever”? “Yes Sir” the first b o y pipes up. Then, repeating the process, with the second, the same “Yes sir” They were grinning from ear to ear—kinda made me think about my lil bro.
“Ok then”. I take off my letter jacket, and tell the second b o y to put it on. Ya there were some exceptions sometimes in spite of what I said earlier. This was temporary—just a few minutes. “Now—that will be your flag, so to speak. Everybody knows that jacket, and who it belongs to. You are actually the first person to ever put that on, other than me. That puts you in a very high class—wear it with honor”. “Yes sir Mr. Dillon” “Now here's your first orders. You stand here in front of this door. NOBODY comes in. If they try to push past you, warn them they will leave b l o o d y. Now, fold ur arms in front of you, and cross them on your chest. Ya—that's it. Stand up straight as you can, and put on ur mean face. Feet—18” apart. Ya-that's it—damm you b o y s are pretty—make my dick hard”
The b o y s glance at each other, big shit-eatin smiles on their faces. “Aight now—eyes front. Wipe those grins off ur face. They did as instructed, and I give them another big smile. Guess it was a proud moment for them—hangin with the 'big dawgs'
I push the door open, and drag Veronica into the b o y s room. Two dudes are standing at the piss troff, and I just bark at them--”Zip up—and get the fuck out”. Turning their heads, and seeing whom it was, they both do as ordered, and quickly blot out the room. I see some feet under one of the stalls. Walking up to it, I kick the door with my bug ass 13 jock foot. “Get the fuck out yo” I yell at him. “You got five seconds” The dude, I guess a scared lil shit bolts from the stall, still pulling up his pants on the way out the door.
I grab Veronica, and we enter the center stall. Turning around to face her, I order her to get on her knees. Hauling out my junk, I'm already half hard, and piss slit is oozing more fuck juice than most dudes cum---well, not literally of course, but my jock was wet :)
“Blow me, bitch” I uttered in a low growling voice. Veronica looks up and grins, and cupping the base of my shaft and balls, engulfs about half of my 10' of jock meat into her mouth. She put her tongue right to work, and in just a couple of minutes had me at full bone. Damm—this bitch was good. She knew just how to tap that piss slit, and made my big mushroom head swell up till it started turning purple. “Damm” was all I could muster up.
I grab her by the waist, and spinning her around, tell her to bend over, and grab the toilet seat. Reaching under her skirt, and yanking her panties down, I tell her to step out of them. I take a quick sniff, and then stuff them into my back pocket.
Fully boned up now, and my swelling head good n wet from the juice, and Veronica's mouth, I enter her sloppy cunt from behind. Going all the way, she starts moaing right away. “This won't take long” I thinks to myself. I instantly went to town, popping her tite wet cunt to the pubes. Damm this girl was wet. Might get this one's number. I was pent up pretty hard. The subject matter for the last 30 minutes, along with still having the morning load, cause I was running late, and didn't have time to pull off this morning, was going to make this one pretty quick. That was good actually, cause the bell just rang for class.
I gave her a few more quick pops, to her now swelling pussy lips. Heaving my breath, and stuttering my words “do you want to eat me”? She responded with an excited “yes”. I yanked out of her, and grabbing her hair, spun her around, and just long enough to say “open”, I busted. I shot about 7 rapid shots right into her mouth. Here eyes bugged out at the volume—it was massive, as usual. A couple more shots to her chin, as she gulped down most of my thick rich jock juice. It took her about three hard swallows to get it all down. I just smiled real big, and asked if she got what she wanted. She nodded her head up and down as she began pulling her skirt back up, and I as well stuffed my junk back into my jock. I was wet as fuck, but didn't care—I would just wear 'her' the rest of the day :)
“Aight bitch—let's go—we're late for class. “Can we do it again sometime, Matthew”? “Sure baby—you were awesome. I'll be in touch. As I button up my 501's, and pushing Veronica towards the door, we both escape the b o y s room—but not without an audience. “Goddamm Matthew—who's holding up the fuckin elevator? And who's these punks you got guarding the door”?
“Off to class everybody—and mind ur fuckin business”
I tell the two 'guards' to come on, I would walk them to class. We arrive at Miss Stevens class, and I tap on the door as I open it. I explain that the b o y s were with me—they were helping me out with some football stuff, and I apologize for making them late. Miss Stevens replies 'ok—but just this one time'.
As the b o y s head for their seats, I notice the expressions on most of the b o y s faces in the class. Yup, these two got to hang with Matthew Dillon---guess a proud moment for them. “Oh—uh Johnny—the jacket”? “Oh, sorry Mr. Dillon” Johnny takes of my letter jacket, and handing it back to me, swaggers to his seat with that big shit-eatin grin. “And oh ya b o y s –what happens in the crew—stays in the crew-- no talkin”. The two nod their heads up and down, still smiling. I notice a few in the classroom staring with their mouths open, and eyes bugged out. Guess these two will prolly have a few stories to tell, in spite of what I just told them.
So—anyways, I depart the class, and start heading for my own. Walking down the hallway, it occurred to me that I needed to piss, so I head back for the b o y s room. Entering the room I see this skinny little runt—prolly didn't weigh 80 pounds, most likely skipping class. I walk up to the trough to loose the piss, which took nearly a full minute. Turning around and stuffing my junk back into my jock, the little fuck is still standing there, trying to look tough and shit, lol. I walk towards the sink and mirror, and take off my jacket, and hand it towards the dude. “Hold that for me”? He reaches out without saying anything, and takes it from my hand. I then pull of my sweat soaked tee, and lay it across the sink, then reach for a few paper towels just left of the dude, exposing my bushy rank pits. “Damm dude—you stink” I shoot him a grin, and began to wipe the moisture from my pits, then continuing down my chest and belly. “What's that shit all over you” he asked.
“My jizz, and some pussy juice” “What—you mean just now”? “Ya—just a few minutes ago—right there” pointing at the center stall. “Holy fuck mann—ur nuts”
I give him a smile and a slight chuckle “ya—sometimes. But bitch just asked me right to my face could we fuck. I like that—so I said sure, and d**gged her in here and fucked the shit outta her. Guess that's why I stink now” taking a quick huff on my left pit. “So that's all it takes—some bitch says let's fuck, and you just drag her into the bathroom”? I smile again and reply “Ya—sometimes, depends on the mood I guess”. “So did she blow you too”? “Ya—bitch was good too—kept poppin my piss slit with her tongue, making me ooze fuck juice, and my head swelled up real fuckin big. Felt great when I put it in her”
“Wow dude—ur fuckin lucky as fuck” “Ya—I guess so” “Bet I could do it better”
“Whut”? “Oh—sorry dude, for real. Just let my mind blurt it out—don't hit me or anything please” “Shit dude—I ain't gonna hit ur punk ass. That was brave though—come on to a dude like that in the bathroom. I think it made my dick stirr up a bit”. “Oh ya” he asks sheepishly. “Ya” I respond with yet another grin, as I do indeed feel my dick start to swell again. I point at the center stall, and teasingly say “in my office”? Looked like it was going to be a busy day slingin dick.
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