New Jock Tales–Freshman Year–Chptr 8–Homecomming–PT 2

New Jock Tales—Freshman Year—Chapter 8–Homecoming PT 2

“May I have your attention please—all members of the freshman football team are to report to cosmetology following the final bell”.

Four hours to kick off. As the team gathered in the ‘hair club’ I explained to them the orders we had been given to get hair cuts. “I know it sucks guys, but we don’t want the rep from other students accusing us of being privileged cause we’re jocks, either. The handbook says ‘off the collar, and above the ears’. So—that’s exactly what we’re going to do”. “So—like what Matthew”? “We—are going to get mohawks” There was a long pause before someone finally spoke up. “Hell fuckin ya Dillon—let’s piss um off” Others cheered and yelled ya-ya-ya, but one guy spoke up with “Matthew—we’re gonna get into trouble”. I cracked a smile and replied “ No doubt we will catch some shit if we do this. But, I talked to Barry Holcomb’s dad, he’s an attorney, and he said there is nothing legally they can do to us. The rule is non de***********ive, other than the one line. So, are you guys with me or what”? More roars for the affirmative, so we proceeded. “And guys, when you look in the mirror the see your new cuts, keep ur hands off ur dicks. NO JACKIN OFF BEFORE THE GAME” !

Game time had finally arrived—we busted through the banner, with helmets in hand, proudly displaying our new spiked up mohawks. The crowd went nuts. I could see several of the tigers making jesters at us—mostly unbelievable expressions on their faces. Intimidation—works every time. As I ran past the principle, and other school officials on the side line, he pointed his finger at me. I just shot him a big ‘suck my dick’ grin. He was red as a beet.

OK, so I know ur here for the porn, and not so much a blow by blow of a football game, so I’ll get to it. We won. We beat the tigers again, 21-3. I threw one interception, but they didn’t make it to the goal line. As usual, about half the team, and about 10-12 of the Tigers ended up down at the diner afterwards. Parker had walked up to our table and asked if he could sit down, to which I said sure.

“Seriously Dillon—how in the fuck have you guys pulled this off”? “It’s simple Parker—we just wanted it that bad. All you guys have done for the past three years is defend. Our mission was to take that title from you. A lot harder. But don’t be so depressed—if we both make it to playoffs, then we get to play again” Parker just stared at me, unsure of what to say next.

I invited him to come over to the house, and I would go over some stuff with him. Pretty dangerous I guess, giving the opponent some of your secrets, but I wanted him in those playoffs as badly as I wanted the Mustangs to win it. I promised I would figure out a way to get him back home to Austin tomorrow. He went for it. He should have learned by now not to allow himself to become alone with me. Yep—I was gonna tear that ass up. I guess by now, I was obsessed with Parker’s ass.

We got one of the guys to drop us off at my house. No one invited themselves over, which I did think was kinda odd, being homecoming and all. Dustin hung back with some of his buds, and they decided to have a sleep-over at one of their houses—perfect.

I didn’t waste much time. I was horny as fuck—-typical right after a game. Me and Parker head for the basement, where I first kick off my PF Flyer’s, and rip my tee off.