New Jock tales–Chptr 3–Benjie Mattox gotta Older Bro

New Jock Tales—Chptr 3—Benji Mattox Gotta Older Bro

“Yo Benji—what’s up ?” “Ahh nuttin man, just chillin” “Say—let’s go down to the diner” “Ya—How we getting there ?” “See if ur big bro will take us—give us a ride in that sweet GTO” “Ahh, I dunno man, he’s kinda a big shot now since he got that car” “Just ask him dude—I’ll buy, anything he wants” “He said anything?” “YA dude, whatever he wants” “Steak ?” “Fuck, ya if it takes a steak, I guess so” “Aight then we will be there in 15 to scoop you up—ur lil bro too ?” “Ya Ill have to bring him” “Ok then see ya”.

Benji Mattox’ older bro was Mark. He was 17 and on the high school b-ball team. He had some long ass hairy legs, and some super bushy pits—real long hairs, I admired them. He could palm a b-ball with his huge hands—I figure his middle finger must have been 7-8 inches. Would love to see if the theory held true on him 🙂

We get down to the diner about 6:30. It was pretty crowded on a Wednesday nite. Mom came up and took drink orders. Dustin, my lil bro, got mad cause I wouldn’t let him have a coke. “Rot ur teeth”, I told him. But I said he could have a milk-shake if he acted grown up, and not like some lil punk k I d. The rest of us ordered iced tea, so’s not to rub in the coke thing. In a few minutes we were all choking down on some hamburger steaks. Mark made nice and got the same as us instead of holding me to the steak deal. He said just buying was cool enough.

We finish up and I throw mom a fiver. She said we didn’t have to, but I told her work was work —didn’t matter who you were waiting on—besides, I’d get it back in cheerio’s 🙂 She just smiled. We get back to our house, and Benji manages to get his big bro to come in and check out my room. He thought it was really cool, being down in the basement n shit. Said he might ‘rent’ it out from me from time to time to bring a girl too. I just smiled and said ‘sure’.

We turned the TV on, and kicked back to Doby Gilles. It was pretty quite, then I popped up without thinking, “Man, that Maynard, I could tear his shit up”. All three looked at me, with no response. I just muttered a ‘fuck’, and went on with “Dustin, you need to get ur butt upstairs now. “Ahhh Matthew, please let me stay” “Nope—close to your bedtime anyway” “Ahhh com’on” almost screaming.