Jock Tales Senior Year Week One Pt 3
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Jock Tales---The Aftermath free porn video
Jock Tales---The Aftermath
I head back to the showers after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty quick. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the official party will be down at the diner, and mom said they would have extra help for the expected crowd. By the time I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the field to get my lil bro.
He and his three mgr buddies, along with some other volunteers were busy in the stands picking up the trash left behind. I gave them a loud whistle, and said to come on, we would finish up later. As we all walk out towards the parking lot, it just then occurred to me—I hadn't arranged a ride to the diner. FUCK. Glancing around the lot I can see only one familiar face---Parker. Fuck. I blow a loud whistle at him, and hollar “Yo dawg—how bout a ride” ? Parker grins, and looks at his parents, to which they nod approval, and me and Dustin hop in their mini-van. I instruct them the easy route to the diner, and invite them to come in as well—it would be on me. In the interest of sportsmanship, they agree to come in for some eats.
But as we entered the diner, it seemed that sportsmanship was checked at the door. The brawl that was going on inside was beyond belief. Every jock in the place was engaged in all out war. There was more b l o o d flying around than had been at the game. Parker and me just look at each other. Mom and the other waitresses were huddled in a corner—I guessed that no one had even called the cops.
Putting my two first fingers to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made dogs howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Parker. I cough a couple of times, and clear my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Parker to take a seat in one of the few left standing tables, I announce, “Tigers---against the wall”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Parker hollars out “You heard him” They finally wander over and line up against the long wall of the diner. Continuing I then speak in still a loud voice, “Mustangs, center of the room”. The team moves into a huddle as ordered. “After my mom figures up the damage here—it will be paid for from the athletic fund. I don't want to hear the first complaint, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war paint, or tape, or anything else. Am I clear “? A loud resounding 'yes sir' echoed from the diner. “These b o y s are our GUESTS. We challenged them---we invited them to Tyler---we invited them to come play football---we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now---I only want to know one thing---who threw the first punch”? There was a few moments of hesitation before one b o y finally stepped forward.
Justin Reeves---tite end. The thoughts were already processing. We were going to find out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front of the huddle, head down, hands in pockets. “Mustangs---grab some brooms. Clean this place up. When your done, I want Tigers to take a seat, then you will wait on them. You will take their orders, serve the drinks, cook the food, and serve it. You wanna keep those jerseys--then ur gonna work for them”. There were a few moans and groan, but I just stared them down. They knew I was serious. “Reeves—your with me” I grabbed Parker by the shirt sleeve, and motioned for him and Reeves to follow me down the hall, past the rest rooms, and into the storage room at the back. Entering and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered Reeves to take off his jersey. “You want it back”? Was all I said. He paused for a moment, then replied “yes sir” “On your knees”. Reeves did as ordered, and dropped to his knees. “Now apologize to Parker for starting the fight” “But Dillon—they----” I didn't ask for an explanation---I said apologize”. Reeves, hanging his head still, muttered softly “I'm sorry Parker—I threw the first punch---your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally”.
Parker gave a nod of approval, but I wasn't satisfied. I look at Parker in the eye, and just said “pull it out, dude”. Parker looks at me like he's confused and replies with “huh”? “Pull it out dude---get ur dick out” He gives me a shrug of the shoulders, and a smirk, and pops the button at the top of his jeans. Unzipping and hauling out his junk, I smile as I see he's free=ballin, just like me. Not quite as big as me, or bushy, it was still a very nice package. I grab Reeves by the hair, and push his face in towards Parker's junk. “Now apologize like you mean it” Reeves glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered “huh”? “Suck the mans dick, punk” Reeves hesitates, but I tighten my grip on his hair and remind him “You want that jersey back”? “Yes sir” was all he said. “Then I suggest you start sucking cock—or tonight will be the last time you wear it”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and grabs Parker's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his mouth, he engulfs Parker's jock meat about half way down.
Starting a smooth motion up and down, Parker throws his head back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve's head further down on Parkers now fully hard cock—about 8”, and just say “all the way” Reeves swallows down hard, choking down on Parker's thick meat. I grin to myself thinking—not his first dick. I let go of his hair, and invite Parker to take control of Reeves head. Parker grabs him with both hands, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his throat made Reeves buck and fight back, but Parker held him fast---burying himself to the balls with each thrust. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a small puddle in my palm, I walk around Parker, and slide my middle finger up his tite hairy jock hole. Parker lets out a deeper groan. I knew what I was doin—any man gonna get harder when something enters his hole. I gave him a couple of quick hard jabs, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Parker spreads a wide shit-eatin grin, and just says “oh fuck ya”.
I order Reeves to turn around, and grab the floor with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the same finger and plunge it into Reeves tite jock hole. He lets out a loud moan---prolly his first time. Lucky Parker—he's about to get some cherry jock ass. Pouring a bit more of the oil down Reeves smooth jock crack, I then grab Parkers cock, and give it a tite squeeze, and a couple of jerks. I look at him with a devilish grin, and just say “tear it up”. Totally turned on now, Parker grabs Reeves by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, slams Reeves hole all the way to his pubes. Reeves lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silenceing his outcry. Parker wasted no time in going to town on Reeves tite virgin hole. Reeves was whimpering like a baby. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his hair, and with a tite grip, yank his head up, and f o r c e my fingers from the other hand into his mouth. “Open” was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his mouth wide, and I insert my own, now rock hard jock cock into his mouth. Gripping his hair even tighter now, like Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my pubs. Tears start pouring from Reeves eyes as he chokes up on my thick 8” jock cock, already ozzing fuck juice down his throat, and my veins popping like they were about to burst. Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each slam made a slapping noise as it hit Reeves ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a couple of seconds, just to make him flex, then plunging down past his tonsils.
After about 15 minutes of this treatment, I look over at Parker and asked was he getting close. He nods yes, panting like a d o g. I give Reeves a few more deep thrusts down his throat, then look at Parker again, and just say “now”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly start blowing our loads across Reeves back, and the back of his head. In fact, we shot so hard that both of us shot each other at our bellys on the first few shots of thick jock rope. We covered Reeves back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped Reeves in the face, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his pants up, I reach for, and throw his jersey back to him. “You got a towel, or something” Reeves asks, real sheepish like. I reply in a stern voice, “No---wear it” He puts on the jersey on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next order. I simply order him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the room, and back into the diner.
Parker just looks at me like he didn't believe what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what” ? Parker replies with “it's kinda cool when ur the one dishin it out”
“Now ur learnin----see ya in three weeks”
I head back to the showers after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty quick. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the official party will be down at the diner, and mom said they would have extra help for the expected crowd. By the time I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the field to get my lil bro.
He and his three mgr buddies, along with some other volunteers were busy in the stands picking up the trash left behind. I gave them a loud whistle, and said to come on, we would finish up later. As we all walk out towards the parking lot, it just then occurred to me—I hadn't arranged a ride to the diner. FUCK. Glancing around the lot I can see only one familiar face---Parker. Fuck. I blow a loud whistle at him, and hollar “Yo dawg—how bout a ride” ? Parker grins, and looks at his parents, to which they nod approval, and me and Dustin hop in their mini-van. I instruct them the easy route to the diner, and invite them to come in as well—it would be on me. In the interest of sportsmanship, they agree to come in for some eats.
But as we entered the diner, it seemed that sportsmanship was checked at the door. The brawl that was going on inside was beyond belief. Every jock in the place was engaged in all out war. There was more b l o o d flying around than had been at the game. Parker and me just look at each other. Mom and the other waitresses were huddled in a corner—I guessed that no one had even called the cops.
Putting my two first fingers to my mouth, I let out a loud sustained whistle—the kind that made dogs howl. The war settled down, and everyone just stood still, staring at me and Parker. I cough a couple of times, and clear my throat. Motioning for Mr. and Mrs, Parker to take a seat in one of the few left standing tables, I announce, “Tigers---against the wall”. They just stood there, motionless, staring at me, until Parker hollars out “You heard him” They finally wander over and line up against the long wall of the diner. Continuing I then speak in still a loud voice, “Mustangs, center of the room”. The team moves into a huddle as ordered. “After my mom figures up the damage here—it will be paid for from the athletic fund. I don't want to hear the first complaint, for the rest of this season, if we run out of gatorade, or war paint, or tape, or anything else. Am I clear “? A loud resounding 'yes sir' echoed from the diner. “These b o y s are our GUESTS. We challenged them---we invited them to Tyler---we invited them to come play football---we invited them to this diner, regardless of who won or lost. Now---I only want to know one thing---who threw the first punch”? There was a few moments of hesitation before one b o y finally stepped forward.
Justin Reeves---tite end. The thoughts were already processing. We were going to find out just how tite that end was, lol. He walked to the front of the huddle, head down, hands in pockets. “Mustangs---grab some brooms. Clean this place up. When your done, I want Tigers to take a seat, then you will wait on them. You will take their orders, serve the drinks, cook the food, and serve it. You wanna keep those jerseys--then ur gonna work for them”. There were a few moans and groan, but I just stared them down. They knew I was serious. “Reeves—your with me” I grabbed Parker by the shirt sleeve, and motioned for him and Reeves to follow me down the hall, past the rest rooms, and into the storage room at the back. Entering and closing the door, then locking it, I ordered Reeves to take off his jersey. “You want it back”? Was all I said. He paused for a moment, then replied “yes sir” “On your knees”. Reeves did as ordered, and dropped to his knees. “Now apologize to Parker for starting the fight” “But Dillon—they----” I didn't ask for an explanation---I said apologize”. Reeves, hanging his head still, muttered softly “I'm sorry Parker—I threw the first punch---your b o y s were only teasing, and I took it personally”.
Parker gave a nod of approval, but I wasn't satisfied. I look at Parker in the eye, and just said “pull it out, dude”. Parker looks at me like he's confused and replies with “huh”? “Pull it out dude---get ur dick out” He gives me a shrug of the shoulders, and a smirk, and pops the button at the top of his jeans. Unzipping and hauling out his junk, I smile as I see he's free=ballin, just like me. Not quite as big as me, or bushy, it was still a very nice package. I grab Reeves by the hair, and push his face in towards Parker's junk. “Now apologize like you mean it” Reeves glances up at me, and just like Parker, just muttered “huh”? “Suck the mans dick, punk” Reeves hesitates, but I tighten my grip on his hair and remind him “You want that jersey back”? “Yes sir” was all he said. “Then I suggest you start sucking cock—or tonight will be the last time you wear it”. Slowly, Reeves reaches up and grabs Parker's already swelling dick. Slowly still, opening his mouth, he engulfs Parker's jock meat about half way down.
Starting a smooth motion up and down, Parker throws his head back and starts groaning. I shove Reeve's head further down on Parkers now fully hard cock—about 8”, and just say “all the way” Reeves swallows down hard, choking down on Parker's thick meat. I grin to myself thinking—not his first dick. I let go of his hair, and invite Parker to take control of Reeves head. Parker grabs him with both hands, and starts skull fucking him rite away. Each plunge down his throat made Reeves buck and fight back, but Parker held him fast---burying himself to the balls with each thrust. Reaching for a shelve, I grab a bottle of cooking oil. Pouring a small puddle in my palm, I walk around Parker, and slide my middle finger up his tite hairy jock hole. Parker lets out a deeper groan. I knew what I was doin—any man gonna get harder when something enters his hole. I gave him a couple of quick hard jabs, then asked if he would like to hit that ass. Parker spreads a wide shit-eatin grin, and just says “oh fuck ya”.
I order Reeves to turn around, and grab the floor with his hands. Ass in the air, I take the same finger and plunge it into Reeves tite jock hole. He lets out a loud moan---prolly his first time. Lucky Parker—he's about to get some cherry jock ass. Pouring a bit more of the oil down Reeves smooth jock crack, I then grab Parkers cock, and give it a tite squeeze, and a couple of jerks. I look at him with a devilish grin, and just say “tear it up”. Totally turned on now, Parker grabs Reeves by the waist, and with one f o r c e f u l plunge, slams Reeves hole all the way to his pubes. Reeves lets out a whelp, and I instantly grab his mouth, silenceing his outcry. Parker wasted no time in going to town on Reeves tite virgin hole. Reeves was whimpering like a baby. Returning to the front of him, I again grab his hair, and with a tite grip, yank his head up, and f o r c e my fingers from the other hand into his mouth. “Open” was all I said. Fearing refusal, Reeves opens his mouth wide, and I insert my own, now rock hard jock cock into his mouth. Gripping his hair even tighter now, like Parker, I instantly start plowing his throat, all the way to my pubs. Tears start pouring from Reeves eyes as he chokes up on my thick 8” jock cock, already ozzing fuck juice down his throat, and my veins popping like they were about to burst. Parker began fuckin his ass so hard, that each slam made a slapping noise as it hit Reeves ass. I began goin down his throat and pausing a couple of seconds, just to make him flex, then plunging down past his tonsils.
After about 15 minutes of this treatment, I look over at Parker and asked was he getting close. He nods yes, panting like a d o g. I give Reeves a few more deep thrusts down his throat, then look at Parker again, and just say “now”. With that, we both pull out, and instantly start blowing our loads across Reeves back, and the back of his head. In fact, we shot so hard that both of us shot each other at our bellys on the first few shots of thick jock rope. We covered Reeves back with our jizz—must have been a quart between the two of us. I slapped Reeves in the face, and told him to get up. Standing, and pulling his pants up, I reach for, and throw his jersey back to him. “You got a towel, or something” Reeves asks, real sheepish like. I reply in a stern voice, “No---wear it” He puts on the jersey on his cum soaked back, then stands there waiting for the next order. I simply order him to 'get out', which he quickly exits the room, and back into the diner.
Parker just looks at me like he didn't believe what just went down. I shoot him a smirk, and just says 'what” ? Parker replies with “it's kinda cool when ur the one dishin it out”
“Now ur learnin----see ya in three weeks”
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