Jock Tales–Senior Year–Opening Day–PT 2

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Jock Tales–Senior Year–Opening Day–PT 2Jock Tales—Senior Year—Opening Day—Pt 2It’s kickoff time !“Ladies and Gentlemen—HERE COME YOUR MUSTANGS” !!Charlie, our Mustang horse led the charge. Busting through the banner—it was the biggest the art department had ever made—spanning almost the entire field from left to right. With his rider carrying a 9×7 foot American flag, and 100 volunteers flanking them on each side, each with a Texas state flag. The cannons fired in perfect sync-one—two—three–four. Me, leading the team, fire out like rockets, in four rows. Carrying our helmets, rather than wearing them, we all hold them high in the air as we make the traditional circle around the band. The crowd goes super nuts at seeing the new uniforms, and the 3D jersey’s. All the cuts, came out with us as well, wearing plain blue tee shirts. I would never have made them miss this game—even Maurice. The place was already on fire—TV crews from all three local stations are present. It looked as though every law enforcement, fire truck, and EMT squad was present, all with their lights flashing. Fuck, I thought—how in hell are we going to up this when it comes to playoffs ?Sold out was obvious—already people were setting up lounge chairs outside the stadium. You couldn’t really see anything from outside, but you could claim you were there. We skipped the traditional warm up routine as the band finished up their pre-game show, then scooted off the filed in ‘fast time’ We get right down to business, with the team reps from both sides, along with the reffs for the coin toss. And then—it happened. The head reff suddenly blows his whistle, and waves his hands at the press box. “Time out—there will be a delay of game” Now the crowd is suddenly almost silent. Im sure everyone there had the same thoughts—how can you have a time out before a game has even started ?? And mostly—what the fuck is the problem. The head reff calls for the ¼ backs, and head coaches off to the side. “Gentlemen, I am so sorry—but we have to call the game”. “What”? “What the fuck”? “What do you fuckin mean reff”?? “It seems that, in looking over the roster, that the Red Rock team is undermanned—they can’t field a full team. Coach—you should have known better—the game is called” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” I screamed to the high heavens, reaching up to heaven, and falling to my knees in anguish. My entire existence just came crashing down, like a nuclear bomb. The stadium reverted to absolute silence. I screamed again, at the top of my lungs, as I bowed over and planted my face into the ground. You would have thought someone had died. Well, in a way—he did. You see, a called game is the worse deal. Worse than a tie even. Cause it is an attended game, but called means—no winner. And that meant BUST, to our three year, 33 straight game wins. All I wanted, was to die. “Reff” shouted someone—I didn’t even see who it was. “You can’t call this game man—look around—there’s over 2000 people here. This game has been anticipated since—” The reff cuts him short. “I’m sorry coach—these are the rules ! They don’t have enough players”!! The reff shouts back, and as he faces the press box, and prepares to give the final signal, I jump from my wailing, and rushing towards him, scream, with all my might– “waaaaaaaiiiiiiiiittttt”.The stadium is now dead silent—even more so than a few minutes ago. There is no movement. Mostly cause, the attendees don’t even know what’s happening–only those down on the field. I notice out of the corner of my eye our four managers. They are all huddled together, like they were praying or something. I had to pull this off—for them. I mean, at the very very least, it was the premier of the new uniforms—and they had worked so fuckin hard on them. “You got to give them a chance reff—we can’t call this fuckin game “!“Dillon—it’s simple son, they don’t have enough players”. The stadium was now so quite, that those up front, and all the players on the sidelines, could now hear what was going on. You could now see players, from both sides, as they fell to the ground—like domino’s. “Come on reff—gimmie a minute—please, for gods sake, gimmie just a fuckin minute” ! I screamed again, at the top of my lungs. “Matthew—your making a fool of yourself—now hit the bench”. “Pleeeeeaaaaassseeee” You would have thought I was a slave, begging to not get whipped. People in the stands were crying, and most still, didn’t even know why. I was desperate.The reff turns, and once again, facing the press box, and activating his wireless mic, “There will be a two minute delay of game”. Looking at me, almost with hate in his eyes, “I dunno what ur trying to pull Dillon—but you got two fucking minutes b o y—then you get off my field” he shouted right into my face.Think Matthew—think. Rules—rules–the fucking rules Matthew—THINK !! THINK B O Y THINK !!I begin to pound my head with my fists. NO ONE—anywhere in all of East Texas knew the rule book better than me ! Fuck—I knew it better than the ass holes that wrote it ! THINK MATTHEW !And then—it hit—like a bolt of lightening from the heavens. I actually felt my whole body shake—for the first time in my life, I believed ! For truly, GOD has just looked down at Tyler High School, and smiled.I spin around, and just as the reff raises his left hand, and watching his stop watch, I scream again– “There’s a way” !! The reff drops his hand, and in obvious fustration just looks at me and says “WHAT”??I motion for all on the filed to join back in a huddle. “There’s a way—and it’s totally fuckin legal—and, ataşehir escort it’s been done before”. “What ? Matthew—what are you fucking talking about”? I look to the Red Rock’s ¼ back, and grabbing him by the front of his jersey and pads, I pull him in, right to my face. “Dude—do you want this game—do you want to play the Tyler Mustangs–(now shouting)–do you want to play Matthew Diamond Dawg Fuckin Dillon—huh b o y—huh”??“Well hell ya I want it” he shouts back like a Southern revival. “There’s a way coach—it’s legal, and I’ve seen it done”“Spit it out Dillon—we’re 15 minutes now past kick off” shouts the reff.“We can loan Red Rock————–four players” There was a long silence, before the reff finally spoke.“He’s right—it’s perfectly legal—it falls under the sportsmanship chapter. I apologize that I didn’t think of it” Without ‘further ado’, I bolt for the sidelines. “Kincaid—Russo–Johnson–Braxton–front center” I shout again, at the top of my lungs. “Loose the jerseys”The four b o y s freeze—stunned. “Loose them now—there’s no time. Come on guys—help them get them off”. I grab Kincaids jersey, and toss it over to Maurice.“Suite up Maurice”. “Men—tonight, you four will make the ultimate sacrifice—and your going to do it in front of 2000 people—and you are doing so for your team”. “What the fuck Dillon—what are you talking about”?“Tonight—you play red—it’s the only way to make this game happen. AND—I will expect no less than 150% of your best game. If I think, for one fucking second that you are holding back—you will pay hell for the rest of this season. Now—in the greatest show of sportsmanship—(pointing across the field) take the walk”. The b o y s knew better—you just didn’t defy Matthew Dillon. Besides—the reward WOULD come later. The crowd erupts in a frenzy as they watch the four march to the other side to join the opposing team. Handshakes ensue—then players help the four getting jersey’s on over their shoulder pads. Finally—Red Rock wins the tos
s, and we finally have kick off. It was a slaughter. In total amazement, Kincaid actually catches the ball, and scores Red Rock’s only touchdown. They missed the field-goal. As for us—Maurice scores 5 TD’s. The place was absolutely exploding. Final score—48 to 6.I heard later, that at the Red Rock annual football banquet, that one of their achievement awards how now been named ‘The Tommy Kincaid Award”’. I couldn’t think of any higher honor. But now—there was ass to fuck.As we gather in the showers the celebration continues. It really wasn’t a fair game—we were way more experienced and accomplished than Red Rock. But it was their chance to play the ‘big b o y s’, and that’s all that mattered to them. Stripping down to just my pants, and barefooted, I began walking around congratulating, and high-fiving, and some ass smacking, discreetly avoiding the shower. I was dirty as fuck—I smelled like a pig–and intended to stay that way :)After a while—I spot Maurice. “Time to pay up, my Nigga”Maurice fully knew what time it was. He followed me out to the jeep, and we head for dad’s apartment. I didn’t have to tell him much on what to do—he knew. Stripping down right in the living room, with just the light from one lamp, Maurice falls to his knees, and takes my big 10” of thick jock meat into his mouth. The feeling was sensational, as he wrapped his thick black lips around my head. He knew just what to do—circling his tongue around my piss slit—coaxing out the fuck juices, that he would so desperately need in a while. He knew he would not be getting any lube—not this time—this was gonna be r a p e.As he continued his awesome swallowing of my cock, and the perfect up and down motion on my shaft, it only took moments for me to swell up to full vein poppin thickness. I was much thicker now as opposed to Freshman year, and now Maurice was experiencing a bigger mouthful of hot loaded jock cock than Im sure he had ever had. He struggled to take the massive package of meat in his mouth, but knew also, that this would be the easy part. After a while—about 20 minutes or so, I grab him by the hair, and pull him up to my face. I softly utter “eat me”. I turn around, and grabbing a kitchen chair by it’s arms, bend forward. Maurice again, drops to his knees. Grabbing my ass cheeks in both hands, he gently spread them, and dove his face into my musky hairy jock ass. It was fortunate, for me at least, that I had skipped the showers for about three days now. Holding in my ‘luck’, I was ripe as any street hustler. In fact, I could now smell my own funk, along with my pits, as the stench rose from my ass. He knew how I liked it—after just a few moments of getting my ass hair nice and wet, Maurice drove is tongue into my ripe greasy jock hole. Yup—I knew I was fuckin dirty, and that made the moment even better as I continued to make him ‘pay’ from three years ago. His tongue was long, and strong. He was one of the few that could actually make my hole open up like you was getting fucked—and get way deep inside. He was such a fucking pig. I made him eat me out for nearly 30 minutes, as my dick continued to throb, and my low hanging hairy balls started creeping their way upwards. They knew all to well when it was time for them to do their job—sling that thick slimy goo out of my body, to what ever hole was ready for it. Suddenly I grab Maurice by the hair, and order him to turn around, and grab the floor. No comfort on this fuckin—just bowed up with ass in the air—I was about to get some shit on my dick !Grabbing him about the waist, I escort ataşehir wasted no time. With one thrust, I slam Maurice with all my might. Maurice lets out a yell I’m sure was heard back at the stadium. Making no pauses, I went straight to fucking his ass like a rabbit in heat. One massive charge of thick 10” jock meat after another, trying my best to hurt him, and make him feel the pain that he, and Mattox, and my own dad had given to me three years ago.Amazingly, I went on for nearly 45 minutes of constant onslaught of his nasty stinkin ass. I could feel my head, as it popped his inner hole—all up in thisb o y s GUTS. Finally, clenching my eyes, and raring backwards, and with my best final slam, I unload. Screaming like a Banshee myself, I explode nine shots of heavy jock juice into Maurice guts. And I couldn’t stop fucking. For nearly five more minutes, I continue the destruction of Maurice ass, pumping shot after shot of thick jock cream. It was now leaking back out of his ass, and dripping down the back of his balls, and my pubes. And that batter was dirty 🙂 I done fucked him good.Finally pulling out, I spin him around. He knew what was next—back to his mouth goes my still half hard cock, now covered in his ass slime, and my jizz. I didn’t have to tell him, but did it anyway. “Suck”, and he was right back to it, sucking my nasty dick to make me all squeaky clean. After another 10 minutes or so, of Maurice excellent cleaning job, I stopped. He looked up at me with those beady brown eyes, knowing what was coming next. Without a word, I cut loose, prolly one of the longest pisses I had ever done. For nearly two minutes, I pissed down Maurice throat, and watched in amusement, and amazement, as he swallowed me down. Damm—this b o y really wanted to play football :)Finally spent, I retrieve my dick from his mouth, and quickly grab a coke from the fridge, handing it to him. “This will keep you from spilling your guts all over my floor. We finally subside, and just sitting at the table, not saying anything. I fish out a joint, and light it up. I figure a little buzz would make the humiliation go away—although I didn’t care. After a while—about midnight, the door bell rings. I flash a shit-eatin grin, and just say “sounds like company” Enters the whole Diamond Dawg crew—all seven of them. I simply look at Maurice and say—”time to get busy, my Nigga.” #3I leave the apartment to the rest, and head for the diner. I was hungry as fuck, and it wouldn’t have been right for me to not make an appearance. I told the b o y s I should be back in a couple of hours, and to use up Maurice in any way they desired. I fly down to the diner, and even as late as it now was (about 1:00), I get met with applause walking in the door. It was typical, and lots of comments and questions from fans. I told mom I wasn’t terribly hungry, so I order up a BLT and some tator tots, and of course—ya, you know, chocolate milk. I huff down the food, and only linger about 30 minutes. Politely bowing out, I dash for the jeep to head back to dad’s apartment. While flying down the road I spy a dude hiking for a ride. Damm, I think. I ease up beside him to catch a look, and he appeared to be ok. Inviting him to hop in the jeep, he immediately comments on how cool it was. After asking him where he was going, and him telling me, I realize I had not took a piss before leaving the diner.We whip into a gas station, and I hop out. The station was closed, but the bathrooms were on the side of the building, and they usually left them unlocked. “Barry hops out with me, and we bolt for the bathroom, kicking the door open. Approaching the piss trough, I whip out the monster, and leaning against the wall, letting the package hang free, I cut loose. Barry is beside me now, and making no efforts at hiding his staring. Finally, I shoot him a grin, and proudly say “Big as fuck—huh”?Barry, startled that I noticed him looking, nervously replies– “Ya—ur like a fuckin porn star dude. Jeez man—how old are you”? I reply 17, and he just stares at me in disbelief. Still pissing (about half a minute) I grin real big, and as cool as I could offer “Ur getting a boner dude”. Barry was totally embarrassed, but grabbed his dick about mid-way to give it a shake. I’m still pissing, lol. “Damm dude—you like piss forever”. Finally finishing up, I turn towards him, having no time for chit-chat. “You want some”? Barry just stands there looking at me, and down at my big jock dick. “I don’t got a lot of
time dude—got friends back at the crib”.As usual in these types of encounters, Barry drops to his knees, and engulfs my big monster cock. It had only been a couple of hours since blowing my nut up Maurice ass, but I still boned up pretty quick. Barry did an excellent job, getting down a little past half way on my dick—as good or better than most girls. Planting my hand on the back of Barry’s head, I began to plow his throat in an effort to speed things up. He of course, began to choke up a bit, but I kept going. Ten inches is a lot to take in ones mouth, but Barry chugged on, working hard for that yung load of spunk that was soon to come. Finally, after about 15 minutes, I felt the trembling in my thighs, and the clenching of my abs, and blasted. Five quick shots of steaming hot jock jizz fill his mouth, but Barry kept the back of his throat closed, then spit up the load from his mouth, letting it dribble down his chin and chest. I just smile at him, and think ‘sweet’.That’s 4Quickly stuffing the monster back in, and buttoning up, I just look at him. “Hey ataşehir escort bayan dude—you wanna hang a while”? I don’t think he had any idea who I was. “Sure man—that would be great”.We load back into the Jeep, and finally arrive back at the apartment. It’s now 3:00 AM, and I’m getting a bit tired now. Upon walking into the back door, Barry is stoked at the sight going on, and the b o y s are still there—working over Maurice. Barry manages to open his mouth, just to say “what the fuck”. I told him it was kewl, that, “that’s our Nigga”Barry’s eyes blow wide open, and he still just stands there. I trot down to my bedroom, and come back with a fresh bag of do p e. Pulling beers from the fridge, and passing them around, I ask Kelso how it was going. “Well dawg—still fucking, that’s how”. Passing the beers around, then sitting at the table to roll up some joints, I tell Barry to get his dick out, and get in line. He pauses for a minute, but then got that look on his face of ‘what the fuck’.I fire up the first joint, and began walking around the b o y s , sticking it in their mouths, as each take a hit. Barry, just standing there playing with his dick, obviously needed some help. I put the joint in my mouth backwards, and then give Barry a blowback to his face. Then, grabbing the lube from the table, I squirt some out onto my hand. Grabbing Barry’s dick, and giving him a hard squeeze, I give him a few yanks to help him get boned up. I asked Patroni, “How many”? And he replies with four so far. Jeez, I think, we gotta step this up. As soon as the last dude had finished up planting his seed in Maurice ass, I push him off to the side, giggling. “Me again”.Stepping behind Maurice, I slam my now hard jock cock into his ass, for the second time tonight. Wait Matthew—didn’t you just nut off, like 30 minutes ago?YUP—very observant of you :)I slammed Maurice ass, this time taking advantage of a few tricks I had learned with my prostate, and in about 7 minutes of tearin his shit up again, unload yet another load of hot liquid goo. Yanking out of his sloppy hole like before, slingin jizz everywhere. I look over, and grab Barry by the hair, and pushing him towards Maurice ass, “Ur turn dawg—get in there” Barry was still a little surprised at the festivities going on, but quickly stuck his dick into Maurice ass, and went to town. The rest of us started cheering him on, until Kelso suddenly said, “wait a minute—Matthew–who the fuck is this”? I went into a roaring laughter, and explained I just picked him up, thumbing for a ride. There was a brief pause, with everyone in contemplation I guess, but then Kelso continued with “ahh—ok—cool”, and with that smacked Barry on the ass, offering “fuck on dawg”.I assumed that Barry had never been part of a fuck down, so it didn’t take him long to get off. After about 15 minutes, Barry gives a bit of a cry out, and then he too unloads his own supply of hot sticky junk into Maurice now sloppy ass. For two more hours, the b o y s took turns in loading up Maurice ass. By the seventh fuck, he had so much junk up his ass, that even between fucks it had started to drip out, in a constant stream to the floor. I offered to take Barry now wherever he needed to go, and it turns out he only lived a couple of more miles. I didn’t think he knew who any of us were, so hopefully, word won’t get out about the fuck down. There was that yellow Jeep though. Back at the apartment now, it’s 5:30 AM. Most are sitting around, just munching on some snacks. Maurice, still bowed up over the table, is just lying there, whimpering, motionless. “What the fuck is up dudes—break time”?The guys all look at me, in disbelief I guess, but lighting up another joint I proclaim, “we ain’t done wit this Nigga yet”. I take a hard hit on the joint, then pass it off to someone. By this time, I’m pretty fucked up, barely able to stand. Walking around to stand in front of Maurice now, I grab him by his nappy hair, and shove my dick into his mouth. Planting it all the way in, allbeit not even hard yet, I began once again to use his mouth. Still with just a bit of spirit in him, one of the guys, (I dont even remember now which one) goes for Maurice ass to deliver yet another fucking. It took a while this time, but after about 30 minutes, I finally unload in Maurice mouth, while my ‘partner’ fills his ass with yet another load of hot sticky jock jizz. It was pretty much, just epic. #5Finally spent, we all collapse in a pile. Taking a break, about 15 minutes I guess, I announce for someone to take Maurice home. Kelso and Patroni volunteer, saying they seriously needed to jet anyway—afterall, we were all still in high school.A couple more of the guys head out as well, and I am ultimately left with two of the Diamond Dawgs. I usher the two back to my room, and declare that I think the bed was big enough for the three of us. They shrug their shoulders, and agree, and we all pile onto the bed.As I kick back, lighting up yet another joint, I pass it around, and we all get a fresh buzz. “Everybody feel good”? “Oh ya Dillon—man, you throw a killer party yo”.“Ya, but it ain’t over yet”. “Whut ? Whataya mean” ? Blow me dudes—both of ya—together. And don’t forget to use ur tongue’s. Well, to leave out all the details and wrap up this long assed chapter, too tired to argue, or fight back, the two do just that, and both at once get down on my half hard dick. They go at it for almost an hour, alternating, then sucking my balls, then both back on my head, until finally I busted again. Just five shots this time, but enough to coat both their faces. #6 and #7“SO—you got a towel or something Matthew”?No dudes—wear it. Wear it with pride—that’s Matthew Diamond Dawg Dillon’s jizz on ur face. 7:00 AM. This had been the longest day of my life, and I had officially fucked 7 times ! Time for sleep.

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