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Jock Tales–Senior Year—ConclusionJock Tales—Senior Year—Final Game—and The Price of SuccessOK—so the last two chapters of the Jock Tales series won’t have much porn to them—just a couple of mentions of stuff. If you have been following the series story line, as much as the porn parts, then these last two chapters simply tie up the series, and bring it to it’s conclusion. Thank you to all the fans, and comments, and if you wish to continue, then join me for the next series—The Skatepark Adventures. The next four games after homecoming went better than expected. With the ever increasing momentum from the team, the school and community, every game just got bigger and bigger. The last three games, like the first, were all sold out—even with one of those being an away game. With tonight’s game now upon us, and the last game in ‘regular season play’, the intensity was insane. The Red Raiders from San Marcos traveled to us for the game. We were actually favored for the win.The hoopla was as expected—if you recall in chapter 1 of Senior year, I said at the pep rally I didn’t see how it could be possible to have topped that—but, we did. I never heard “The Eyes of Texas” played so many times ! In fact, the only football game I ever attended where the fight song was played more times, was several years later at “Rocky Top”, where the Tennessee Volunteers played it 27 times in just one game. Damm–‘come to Rocky Top, and party with 103,000 of your closest friends’ !It was certainly that.(No reports of earthquakes this time :)But anyway—if you recall also, back in chapter one, I had said that I wasn’t sure if I was going to pull off a 4th straight state title, but that it had to be done, at all costs. And that all costs, it would be. For tonight, even though we beat the Red Raiders, we would pay the price for our four years of success, and fame.The game went as hoped—with Maurice scoring 4 touchdowns, driving the crowd wild. With three other TD’s we won 28-13. But, near the end of the 4th quarter, something happened that would change us all—forever. As I pass the ball—nearly 50 yards to Maurice, striking him perfectly in the numbers, and as he spins around to head for the goal line–suddenly from no-where, came a runner and tackled him at the one yard line. The tackle was so hard, that everyone heard it—that gut wrenching sound of, SNAPThe stadium went instantly silent, as we waited for ever, before the paramedics carried him off the filed. In short—the tackle had broken Maurice back, and his neck. kurtköy escort We finished up the night as usual, down at the diner, and in spite of beating the Raiders, several of them joined us. The air was melancholy with us all having Maurice on our minds, hoping for some word before the end of the night. Finally, with no word, the gathering dissipated, and I headed out to the ‘zone’ to sell some dick. The play-offs would be held this year at Texas Stadium in Dallas. We still had prom, and then graduation just around the corner, and I was getting low of funds. I hooked up with a construction type dude. Fortunate for me, he really got into young jock types. In the motel room, he couldn’t stop talking about my super hairy ass, and the enormousness of my 10” fuck stick.Needless to say—I fucked the shit outta him. I had gotten pretty buzzed up, trying to forget about Maurice for a while, and as usual the dope boned me up super hard. For nearly an hour I slammed his ass, but, guessing he was a ‘pro’, or a ‘power bottom’ some might say, hardly flinching the whole time. I filled his ass with my usual heavy load of thick jock jizz, then he got up to take a shower, lol. He seemed satisfied however, and paid up. I spent the night in the motel room—with dad out on the road, no one would miss me not coming home. I spent the whole next day, into the evening still out at the zone. It was just a good day for hustling. Turning one trick after another, I racked up nearly a grand by mid-night. Good enuff, I decided, and finally headed home. The play-offs were heavy on my mind, as I pondered the end of my high school football career. It had been, well—the experience of a lifetime. I had amassed over 20 trophies in the four years, and I guessed, a few more yet to come from the championships. Monday morning finally came around, and I dragged my ass off to school. The festivities were to be expected, with the playoffs now just a week away. During that week, I think I musta fucked ½ dozen girls in the bois bathroom, or the locker room down at the field house. The “Diamond Dawgs” were becoming more and more popular with the girls as well, due to –we think, Julie Whitemore’s mouth running constantly about the orgy from homecoming night. Most of the girls I passed walking down the hallways were looking down at my waistline, as opposed to my face 🙂 Course, known only to us, we were all getting more popular with the bois too :)Walking down the hallway with Kelso, one girl passing us, just maltepe escort glared at me, and simply stated “fucking devil”. Kelso and me just busted out laughing, with Kelso offering “Hell bitch—the devil got a restraining order on Matthew Dillon”. At 4th period, there was an announcement–”Matthew Dillon—please come to the office” “What now”? I wondered, as the teacher gave me a nod, giving permission to leave class.As I entered the front office, Mandy was there just leaning on the counter, and she pointed me over to the counselor’s office. When I walked inside, there stood Principal Jenkins, along with the coaches, and—–Maurice parents !It was instantly clear—there was no reason for them to be there, except one. I fell to my knees and begin balling like a baby. I was heart broken, and felt a despair like never before. After a few minutes, I finally got my shit somewhat together, and after a few hugs with Maurice parents, and the coaches, I turned to Principal Jenkins, and with tears still rolling down my face said “I would like to make the announcement”. They all agreed, and I proceeded to walk behind the counter, standing by Mandy, as we took each other in, arm to arm. “May I have you attention please— This is Matthew Dillon—your team captain. It is with great heartache, that I inform you, that late Saturday night, Maurice succumbed to his injuries from last Friday night’s game. Having only played this year, Maurice scored a total of 19 touchdowns for the Mustangs, and was one of our finest athletes ever, here at Tyler High. The loss will be devastating to all of us. It was his birthday—he just turned 18. We went on the next week to win the playoffs, now making four straight years undefeated, for a total of 44 straight wins. Never before done. Cole and me hooked up every nite in the motel, and fucked like rabid d o g s. It took some doings at first, but I managed to get Maurice parents to attend the games, cause we all know that’s what he would have wanted. “He loved you so much Matthew, just like a brother” his mother said to me. On the very last play of the game, and it’s our possession, the score is still at o-o, and only one yard to go. As we huddled, for the last time, with just seconds to go, I order Jackson, the center, that after I yell ‘down-set’–to stand straight up, turn to the left, and hand me the ball. “Everyone else—do the same thing. Just stand straight up, and start looking around”. The play worked—causing mass confusion, and kartal escort with the defensive line totally baffled—I walked—right through them, and crossed the goal line. I scored the first, and therefore only touchdown of my entire football career, on the very last play, as the clock hit zero. (you can youtube that—search for ‘walking touchdown’). The seven foot trophy now resides in the trophy case at the main entrance to East Tyler High. It is absolutely beautiful. It was a long and hard road, but WE as a team, did what ‘they’ said couldn’t be done. Around the middle of the next week, I went down to “Shanty Town” to visit with Maurice parents. I asked if they would like, that a few of “us” would like to come by on Friday night, just to sit and talk about Maurice with his family, and tell tales. His mom said that would be wonderful.Jock Tales—Senior Year—ConclusionFriday night finally came around. It took a lot of organization, but I had made enough phone calls and announcements for tonight’s plans.The buses started arriving at the truck stop around 5:00. By 7:00, there were now about 50 in all. Students, and jocks and coaches in their jersey’s from all over East Texas showed for the tribute. Obviously, with no way to get such a caravan down the small dirt roads of Shanty Town, we all dis-embarked the buses and marched towards Maurice house, led by the band, with just the drums playing a cadence. Just becoming dark, everyone lit their candles, and as the crowd of nearly 1000 approaches the house, we start humming. As we all gathered around the area, it was only moments until Maurice parents, and his two br o th ers came out to the front porch, along with their neighbors coming out as well. We completely engulfed the small ‘town’. The choir director jumps up to the front porch and begins to direct the masses. The humming, now becoming louder and culminated into a louder ‘ahhhs’ . The drum major gave to order to ‘present arms’, and all the band snapped to attention, and the rifles and those 100 Texas state flags leaned forward in a perfect 45* angle. And then, we sang. Theeee eyes of Texas are upon you—-All the live long day.Theeee eyes of Texas are upon you—-You can not get away !Do, not think you can escape them—At night or early in tha morn’.The eyes of Texas are Upon You !!Till Gabriel —blows—his—horn !!!“MAURICE” !!!!There was a long silence, as everyone cried. Maurice mom stretched out her arms, and walking up to her and giving her a hug, she whispered in my ear “That was so beautiful Matthew—thank you, from the bottom of my heart.Prom came and went, without much ado. At graduation, I got a few more awards, and Maurice received the ‘student of the year’ award, actually stating on it, “he gave his life, for Mustangs football”. GO MUSTANGS !
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