This is the story of Brock, a handsome football jock and his marvelous cock. It is set in the fictional town of Riverview. This is the first chapter of a much longer story by Mrs. Pollington.
Chapter 1: The Drive
Brock's heart was beating fast. It was getting dark in Riverview. He was seated in the passenger seat of a blue car driving through the town. An eerie silence pervaded the entire car, except for the sound of the car. The driver was Mrs. Hayworth, who was Brock's Probation Officer or PO. Mrs. Hayworth was a no-nonsense middle-aged lady, who had plenty of experience managing young guys like Brock.
Brock, until a few weeks ago, was the star football quarterback of Riverview University. Brock was around 21 years old, white, tall and muscular. He was on a football scholarship and was your typical American college jock - all brawn and no brains. But, Brock was extraordinarily handsome! Fair, with a chiseled face, blond hair and blue eyes - he had it all. All that football practice and time at the gym meant that he had strong muscular arms and a strong, well-built chest. His thighs could only be compared to tree trunks and the author has no doubt that those tree trunk thighs would have come handy while this hunk was fucking a new chick each night. And of course, his eight-pack abs and his muscular back was to die for!
Brock was immensely popular at college. He was the object of desire of all women and several gay men. There was something primal about Brock which made all the women swoon. When Brock came on to the football field wearing gear and with eye black on, and showed his alpha-male aggression, it made all his admirers wet with thirst. And why wouldn't it? Who wouldn't want a hunky jock like Brock to fuck them overnight? Often, women at the college thought about his manly musk and how it would smell. Many would give anything to just smell Brock after he had finished his football practice, when he was all muddy and sweaty.
But, let me assure the readers that Brock was not the hero that he tried to portray. In fact, Brock was quite the bully. He had often been accused of bullying people on campus, especially the nerds and the gays. Just a few months ago, he was accused of disrupting the weekly meetings of the Women's Support Club on campus. He was also quite the womanizer who fucked a new girl each night. His respect for women was zilch and he treated them as objects of sexual desire. He was also terrible at his classes. It was a well-known fact around the town that Brock kept failing his classes but was often handed out a C- at the last minute after a phone call from his football coach.
Several complaints were lodged against Brock over his past 3 years at the university. However, each time the university received a complaint against him, it was pushed under the rug as usual since he was the star college quarterback. But, just a few weeks ago, Brock had fucked up monumentally. He was partying as usual at a frat house after winning a home game. After fucking three separate women that night and after drinking several bottles of beer and whisky, Brock had decided to race through the town. As it so happened, it was not Brock's lucky day. His car hit a pedestrian, an old lady. Now, dumb as Brock was, he fled the scene without thinking that the police would be at his door in a matter of an hour looking for him and that is exactly what happened. His case was made worse by the fact that drugs were discovered in his system and that he had fled the scene of crime. He was produced in the court within a week and was swiftly sentenced by the judge known for her handing out ruthless sentences.
An embarrassing secret from Brock's past also came forth during the trial. Brock, the hot football jock, was found to have modeled for an erotic website under the alias of Chaz. His erotic photos (which were now a matter of court record) were viewed by all in the court. His beautiful, muscular, glistening form in just a white underwear was displayed on the court screen. Brock was almost completely nude in these photos with his cock hard and concealed by the white underwear. It was clear from the photos that Brock was packing a huge tool.
Brock was lucky that he was not going to prison since this was his first major offense. Instead, he was sentenced to 5 years probation with very strict guidelines and a hefty fine. The first of his 5 years, Brock was to spend at Westinghale Halfway House for Young Men. If the court or his PO received a hint of a complaint about Brock from the manager of the house, Brock was to go straight to prison for 10 years. He could be searched and drug tested at random and if the tests and searches were not satisfactory, Brock was to go straight to prison.
Brock, however, was determined to be a tough guy. He was determined to establish that he was the alpha. The car came to a halt in front of a blue house. Mrs. Hayworth broke the silence, "Brock, boy, listen to me carefully now. I don't want any complaints from the house manager about you. You do as he orders you to do. If he asks you to jump, I want you to jump. If he asks you to talk, I want you to talk. And if he asks you to drop your drawers, I want you to drop your damn drawers!" Brock was seething with rage on the inside and was confused by Mrs. Hayworth's last instruction and just grunted, "Huh? Drawers?" Mrs. Hayworth continued, "Yes, Brock, if the house manager wants to search you or your room, he will. And I want you to obey. The manager will report to me every week and you can expect me to come there at any time to collect your piss for drug tests. Now go on, I don't have all day!"
Brock got down from the car in a huff and walked up to the door of the house. The football jock knocked on the door as the sun set in the background. Little did he know of all the amazing things that awaited him and his marvelous cock!
(Chapter 2 to follow)
Chapter 1: The Drive
Brock's heart was beating fast. It was getting dark in Riverview. He was seated in the passenger seat of a blue car driving through the town. An eerie silence pervaded the entire car, except for the sound of the car. The driver was Mrs. Hayworth, who was Brock's Probation Officer or PO. Mrs. Hayworth was a no-nonsense middle-aged lady, who had plenty of experience managing young guys like Brock.
Brock, until a few weeks ago, was the star football quarterback of Riverview University. Brock was around 21 years old, white, tall and muscular. He was on a football scholarship and was your typical American college jock - all brawn and no brains. But, Brock was extraordinarily handsome! Fair, with a chiseled face, blond hair and blue eyes - he had it all. All that football practice and time at the gym meant that he had strong muscular arms and a strong, well-built chest. His thighs could only be compared to tree trunks and the author has no doubt that those tree trunk thighs would have come handy while this hunk was fucking a new chick each night. And of course, his eight-pack abs and his muscular back was to die for!
Brock was immensely popular at college. He was the object of desire of all women and several gay men. There was something primal about Brock which made all the women swoon. When Brock came on to the football field wearing gear and with eye black on, and showed his alpha-male aggression, it made all his admirers wet with thirst. And why wouldn't it? Who wouldn't want a hunky jock like Brock to fuck them overnight? Often, women at the college thought about his manly musk and how it would smell. Many would give anything to just smell Brock after he had finished his football practice, when he was all muddy and sweaty.
But, let me assure the readers that Brock was not the hero that he tried to portray. In fact, Brock was quite the bully. He had often been accused of bullying people on campus, especially the nerds and the gays. Just a few months ago, he was accused of disrupting the weekly meetings of the Women's Support Club on campus. He was also quite the womanizer who fucked a new girl each night. His respect for women was zilch and he treated them as objects of sexual desire. He was also terrible at his classes. It was a well-known fact around the town that Brock kept failing his classes but was often handed out a C- at the last minute after a phone call from his football coach.
Several complaints were lodged against Brock over his past 3 years at the university. However, each time the university received a complaint against him, it was pushed under the rug as usual since he was the star college quarterback. But, just a few weeks ago, Brock had fucked up monumentally. He was partying as usual at a frat house after winning a home game. After fucking three separate women that night and after drinking several bottles of beer and whisky, Brock had decided to race through the town. As it so happened, it was not Brock's lucky day. His car hit a pedestrian, an old lady. Now, dumb as Brock was, he fled the scene without thinking that the police would be at his door in a matter of an hour looking for him and that is exactly what happened. His case was made worse by the fact that drugs were discovered in his system and that he had fled the scene of crime. He was produced in the court within a week and was swiftly sentenced by the judge known for her handing out ruthless sentences.
An embarrassing secret from Brock's past also came forth during the trial. Brock, the hot football jock, was found to have modeled for an erotic website under the alias of Chaz. His erotic photos (which were now a matter of court record) were viewed by all in the court. His beautiful, muscular, glistening form in just a white underwear was displayed on the court screen. Brock was almost completely nude in these photos with his cock hard and concealed by the white underwear. It was clear from the photos that Brock was packing a huge tool.
Brock was lucky that he was not going to prison since this was his first major offense. Instead, he was sentenced to 5 years probation with very strict guidelines and a hefty fine. The first of his 5 years, Brock was to spend at Westinghale Halfway House for Young Men. If the court or his PO received a hint of a complaint about Brock from the manager of the house, Brock was to go straight to prison for 10 years. He could be searched and drug tested at random and if the tests and searches were not satisfactory, Brock was to go straight to prison.
Brock, however, was determined to be a tough guy. He was determined to establish that he was the alpha. The car came to a halt in front of a blue house. Mrs. Hayworth broke the silence, "Brock, boy, listen to me carefully now. I don't want any complaints from the house manager about you. You do as he orders you to do. If he asks you to jump, I want you to jump. If he asks you to talk, I want you to talk. And if he asks you to drop your drawers, I want you to drop your damn drawers!" Brock was seething with rage on the inside and was confused by Mrs. Hayworth's last instruction and just grunted, "Huh? Drawers?" Mrs. Hayworth continued, "Yes, Brock, if the house manager wants to search you or your room, he will. And I want you to obey. The manager will report to me every week and you can expect me to come there at any time to collect your piss for drug tests. Now go on, I don't have all day!"
Brock got down from the car in a huff and walked up to the door of the house. The football jock knocked on the door as the sun set in the background. Little did he know of all the amazing things that awaited him and his marvelous cock!
(Chapter 2 to follow)
