New Jock Tales -- -Freshman year—Chptr 11 -- schooltime 's Out !

Schooooooooools out -- -- for -- -- summer ! ! da da da dat -- dadadadat.

Yaaaawweee. Finally ! In spite of my model student athlete status, other than football and cheerleaders, I pretty much hated school day. It just was n't me, and therefore no plans for college. I bolted out the gym doors, and headed straight for my landrover. I was so proud of it, and had gotten gross ton of compliment. Canary yellow -- -Muncie 4-speed. 33"Micky Homer Armstrong Thompson tires. One bad ass fuckin phone organization. Edlebrock consumption and carb. I ripped my tee off running towards it, then my rush on arrival. I had n't had the top on the jeep since I bought it. Topless, topless, and barefooted. A lofty good example for Edward White boi trailer trash -- -even though we did exist in a star sign : )

I was horny and out to get luxuriously, and drunk, and some prosperous boi or girl was gon na get 9"of strong jock turncock today.

But starting time, lol, just to recap -- -

The birthday bash down at the diner two weeks ago was amazing. Mom and the girls went all out, with BBQ and banana pud. Lots of bozo from the squad were there, including Brad Duncan. Every time Mandy came to our table, she would smile at Brad, and he would blush. One one trip, Brad bolted for the son room out of embarrassment. As Mandy approached the table, I said to her"Mandy -- -- look at that butt joint ! Ai n't that the cutest nates"? Pointing at Brad. Mandy giggled, and responded"Ya, it is kinda cute ”."Kinda"? ? ? I said in amazment. differentiate me you would n't yield anything to bury ur teeth into that hard jock meat"! Mandy blushed, and giggled again, just as Brad emerges up the hall from the can. Dustin, of all hoi polloi spoke up offer,"I hear he has a big hawkshaw too ”. Mandy grasped her fount, with that schoolgirlish"Oh my Gawd ”, just as Brad arrives back at the table."Whut"? Brad asks perplexed. Dustin pipes up again,"Mandy wants to check out ur butt end ”. Now both are utterly embarrassed at our teasing of them so, pointing towards the back of the dining car, I just offer"That table down there is empty ”."Hey mom—Brandy gon na take a break"!"OK hun ”.

As I was eating my pud, suddenly I had the most way-out thought -- -so I decided to take some home. We all rise, and I leave a five-spot on the board for Mandy. Walking back towards them I offer to Brad,"OK homie—we did the prelim work for ya—do n't fuck it up now ”.

Exactly three long time later to the day, both Brad and Mandy said"I DO ”. The total football team served as honorary secure men, in replete uniform : ) This year will be their 25th day of remembrance. Just thought I 'd throw that in there : )

Kirk dropped me and Dustin off at the house, and as promised, I hopped on lil bro 's mt bike and strolled down to his house about 10:00 PM, with pudding in hand : )

Kirk welcomed me in, and we head straight for the patio. I asked if he had a beer, and he gave me a laborious paternal look. I told him it was totally cool down, that I would never confess on a guest."An besides dude, I been drinkin and smokin dope since before Freshman twelvemonth. . Kirk shook his principal, prolly wondering what he had gotten himself into.

Finally giving in, he brings out an ice cold one, and I nearly kill it in one draught. I instantly strip down in the warm Texas night, and went right to wreak on my big 9"athlete dick. Kirk was still amazed at my gift, and being so young, and non-bashfull at showing it off at any prospect. After stroking up a few minutes, and spreading my branch a bit more, I jab my hirsute ass-hole with my midriff fingerbreadth, and got the lie with juices flowing. Kirk asked if I wanted another beer, to which I nodded yes. ( suddenly he 's out to get me drunk ? ? ? ) As he jumped to the kitchen, I fished out the banana tree pudding from my back pac. Quickly huffing down the vanilla wafers, leaving just the creamy pudding, and meringue, I take a big scoop in my hand, and grab my compact meat, returning to stroking it up, coating it with the pudding as lube, lol.

When Kirk returns with the beer, he just smiles, and said I was one kinky dude."Ya—I got the theme at the dinner -- -this will be the best succus you ever had.

I let go of my shaft, and grab the beer -- -once again chugging it down until almost hollow. I hardly did anything slow up -- -everything was quick and gruelling. I look over at Kirk, and just said"get it dude -- -get on my big nanner dick"with a smiling. Kirk wasted no time in leaping for my big jock cock, and gobbled it down to the pubis. I rolled my centre back, and tilted my straits back into the sofa chair. Oh my fuckin god, that felt great. As he ran his tongue around my lance, and piss pussy, mixing my roll in the hay juice with the pud, I thought I was going to explode just any here and now. Grabbing the two beer cans, I sucked down the survive few Panthera uncia of each, then grabbing Kirk around the back of his head, began a relentless pounding of his throat.

It only took a few minute before the abs started to tighten, and with one final plunge, I unload in Kirk 's pharynx. Five barb of my thick jockstrap rope go straight down, as he chokes up to hold it. Some of my load starts ozzing back out of his back talk as he feverishly overlap me up like a puppy. I pushed his head up off my shaft, and then something that had never happened—I blasted two More ropes straight up to my pectoral muscle, leaving a trail down to my belly. I just grin really big, then raising my ft up into the air, told him to push my legs back behind my ear.

Eager to accommodate, I snatch up another 3 fingers of the pudding, and spread it up and down my hairy crack and jam. Staring down at him, I simply say"Edvard Munch ”, to which he quickly obeys. Finally grabbing his own rock grueling dick, Kirk begins to pull it like a mad man, while munching down on my 'nanner flavored greasy jock trap. It only took a moment before he came up, and aiming for my bureau, blasted his own load across my body.

I scooped up a distich more fingers of the pud, and running them up and down my thorax and belly, mix the juice and pudding together. Kirk gives me a squirm look, and just says"what about the piss"? I flash back an evilness grin, and just murmuring"fuckin pig ”. I relax my body, and close my eyes. Stretching my two arm up and behind my head, I turn my mind from left to right, taking a trench miff of my ripe stinkin pits. I unload the stream, hitting me just under the chin, and intoxicate my entire body with my hot stinkin piss. Surprising even me, I pop out another three guessing of my thick jock goo, free-handed. As the juices and piss and pudding mix together, Kirk buries his face in my belly, and starts lapping up the mix, again like a thirsty puppy.

After both of us just lay there for several instant, I told Kirk I really should jet—I did n't like leaving Dustin at home by himself late at night. And if he ever told mom, she would k I l l me. Kirk nodded approval, and I got dressed, sliding into my tee over the milky mickle still sticking to my torso. I tied the lace together of my PF Flyers, and catapult them around the back of my neck—a jock thing.

Right upon leaving, I asked Kirk if he knew a tat guy. He responded that he in fact did, so I asked him to check and see if the dandy would put some ink on me. If it helped, separate him I got a big dick : )

Sooooo, back to today. As I got home from school day, I quickly changed into some cut-offs and stoolie. Kirk had let me keep the beaters he gave me to tire a couple of weeks ago on my natal day for 'mowing horseshoe'. They stunk, lol.

I quickly jog down to his house, and fish out the lawn mower to start his yard—it was his day. It was hot—about 90, and I started dripping in swither as soon as I got going. Finishing up, Kirk joins me around back at the patio with a tall glass of iced tea—my 2nd deary behind beer, lol. Just chit-chatting a bit, he offers that he had talked to his tattoo guy, and he agreed to put the tat on me, but late nighttime, and at his home. I said that was okay with me, but I would have to bring along lil bro."So what is this tat your so urgent about getting"? Having anticipated the question, I fish out the part of newspaper publisher I had stored in my rear pocket. That big beautiful diamond, with 'go go diamond dillon'arced across the top. I explained to Kirk it had been in my locker at every game, right under my helmet. I still had no idea where it came from.

"That 's pose lustrelessness"I respond with"ya—-and so is this"With that I whip out my big jock dick, and bulge stroking up. Kirk just grins, and says"oh Ya"

We got at it like common, cept this metre more on the vanilla side. He wanted that thick athletic supporter junk pretty straightaway today I guess : )

As we finish up, and Kirk re-fills the tea, he offers that we could go down to"jakes"house tonight to get the tat done. He would recognise me some cash if I needed it, reason he forgot to ask Jake what he would charge me. Also, he had a son about Dustin 's age, so they could hang out together while the remainder of us worked on the ink.

I said that all was awesome, to come by about 7:00 and we could go snaffle some chuck down at the diner, then head out. We would n't tell mom, induce she kinda had a thing about tats and material, and she already had voiced that she did n't like the mohawk haircut. Most of us that got them back at homecoming were still sporting them, and decided to keep them for high schooltime.

The dining compartment was busy, being a Friday dark. Since there were three of us we opted for pizza instead of beefburger. Scarfing it down rather quickly, we head for the room access."What you b o y s up to tonight hun"? asked my mom all cheerful n shit. I hesitate until we were out the door, and as it closes I holler back"getting a tattoo mom ”. Kirk and Dustin and me each outset giggling, and bolt for the car to run away before mom could come out to discontinue us.

We arrive about 45 minutes later at Jake 's -- -he was bout 20 miles out in the country, and there was some dealings getting out of Tyler. Jake introduces his wife, Sheila, and son Nate. The two b o y s head for the den, with snacks in hand to get into some shivery pic. The rest of us head downstairs to Jake 's family studio. I shed my tee on the way down, and Sheila compliments me on my 'tite'bod. I give a nervous smiling and head for the obvious hot seat. Showing the drawing to Jake, he replied with"Oh ya -- -that 's sweet. This will be easy, about 30 bit ”.

It was pretty quite as Jake went to influence, digging the needle into the muscle of my back right shoulder. He asked about the drawing, so once again I went through the fib. Jumping up to re-fill our drinking, Sheila commented on the 'lump'in my pants. Blushing, and looking down at my right thigh, I just kinda grinned and softly replied"ya—it 's pretty big ”. Freeballin as usual, and noticing that my denim were a bit squiffy tonight, I was packing a pretty big lump. Even indulgent, I hung about 7"Jake just kept working and the room got quite again.

I took about 40 minute of arc, and Jake complimented that I took the acerate leaf well, being my first time. I checked it out in the mirror, and flashed a big grin, thanking him for doing it. When I asked Jake how much, he cleared his throat, and started slowly with"well Matt, here 's the batch. Normally that would be about a $ 75 tat. But I got a proposal for ya you might care. We already heard about that big tool of yours—Kirk went into some pretty good inside information for us. So -- -- I want you to get laid my wife, and Kirk and me watch ”.

A look of astonishment, for sure enough, came across my face. I just looked at Jake, and replied"huh ?"“ Ya matte -- -fuck my wife. She digs young jock stopcock, and it 's totally cool with me. We wo n't tell either, lol"I respond nervously with,"well, fuck ya"!

Sheila jumps up with joy, and taking a ready draft of her bloody Blessed Virgin, we all go back upstairs to the master bedroom.

Sheila quickly jumps on the bed, and sheds her apparel, while Jake and Kirk take a seat each on the side of the bed. I shrug my shoulders, and drop my bloomers, and sound off them to the pes of the bed."Oh my gawd honey -- -he 's so hairy ! And front at that cute tite bottom"! I just flash a grinning, and crawl up between Sheila 's thigh 's from the groundwork of the bed. Spreading her slightly, I dive straight in, burying my face into her bushy pussy, and stick my glossa right into her cunt. Sheila let 's out a slender exclamation, and spreading her more open with my hands, run my tongue even deeper into her wet snap. I did n't usually pass a lot of meter nibbling on the clit like a lot of bozo do, I wanted that twat juice all over my facial expression !

Eating her out for about 15 instant, while Kirk and Jake begin jacking their dicks watching, I decided it was clip to slue her the meat. Sitting back on all fours, I grab my prick and globe, and guide my now rock arduous dick into her lips. As her optic widen, and she inhales, I drive my thick jock center all the way in. Sheila grabs me around the small-scale of my back, and I start a decelerate thrust, in and out of her burrow, getting her all moist and wet. A few minutes of retard mo, and sucking on her tits, suddenly, she pushes my face back with both bridge player, and loudly proclaims,"fuck me Matthew—fuck me and have in mind it"

fountainhead, that 's all I needed. Sitting back on my haunches, I grab Sheila by her thighs, and swing them up and over my shoulders. Maintaining a compressed traveling bag, I slam it to her with a moderate trust, and go to townspeople. quick jabbing her cunt with my thick pulsating turncock, I start sweating, dripping down my frontal bone and pits. It was hot in the room, but I liked it. Jake and Kirk had now totally removed their drawers, and each wide-spread, where whacking away at their prick like a couple of pent up prisoners. I continued ramming Sheila like a horned up dog myself, and clenching my eyes and tooth, I finally pull out. From her shriek and gyrating around, and the wetness of my pubes, I assumed she had cum. I grab my dick at the root, and aim right for her mouth. BAMM !

Three quick guessing right to her brass. Then 5 Sir Thomas More right between the tits, then trailing down to her tummy. I smiled at my 'average'cargo, but to the others, prolly pretty big. Sheila exclaims"oh my gawd"and I quickly hop off the bed and grab my jeans.

We quickly apparel, and I go attack up Dustin. I knew he would be getting sleepy, and we were just shy of an hour getting back home. We get back, and I thank Kirk for an awesome nighttime, and put Dustin to bed. Down to my way, I fish out another beer from the mini-fridge, and spark up a stick. Been wanting that all day. Putting on some porn, I grab hold of my still wet dick and go at it. One more nut before crashing out .