Hung Jocks Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hi, babygirl." "Father. You did not tell me the 'dumb jock' was an actual hockey star," I growl out, my eyes glued to the man on my computer, wearing a blue jersey with the number '17'. MY day of birth, by the way, "He is a very famous person. He's been on TV! He won a big flashy trophy called the Stanley Cup. ESPN has a thirty minute segment discussing him!"

I checked my phone and unlocked it only to see Uno's message. Uno: I missed two classes. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. The heck will I do if you miss the class? I put my phone down and poured all my attention to Jester. Jester is a jock. He plays for the school's basketball team and I heard, he's famous with the cheerleaders. His eyes were playful and his hair had always been messy. But I'll like it more if I'm the one who'll mess it. I smirked.

Not really. Next, we had the theater kids and the art freaks—too loud, too dramatic, and always so obnoxiously dressed it made my eyes hurt if I looked at them too long. But at least they had their own strange, glittery little world, and they were thriving in it. The jocks, of course, were easier to spot. Bigger, louder, and somehow always throwing something across the room—usually a football or an insult. Their egos were as inflated as their protein shake bottles.

“She’s with me. Got a problem with that?” Marcus laughed, but it sounded forced. He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Chill, man. Just surprised. You usually go for the loud ones who scream your name from the stands.” The words stung more than they should have. I kept my face neutral, focusing on the sandwich wrapper in my lap. Jax’s free hand found mine under the edge of the bench, squeezing once. Firm. Reassuring. Or at least that’s what I told myself. “Move along,” Jax told them, tone leaving no room for argument.

Just by the edge of my right eye, I found Emory and Marsh seated together on the court, they really are that close. “Fresh meat” “Hey, baby, want me do anything for you” the other boys said as I walked by. I ignored them and made my way to the office where I found Coach already seated, “Hello Manon, how can I help you?” Coach Jude asked. I wanted to be bothered by the fact that he knew my name but I ignored it instead. That certainly would be a topic for another time if I was that curious. “I want to join the hockey team” I said as I took my seat in front of him.

Their jerseys are half off, pads clutched under their arms, their swagger filling the space like they own every square inch. "Yo, Aiden," one calls, then his gaze snags on me. His grin sharpens, curious. "Who's this?" "I'm the new physiotherapist intern here," I try to forget about my anger earlier and answer with a professional tone. Another teammate approaches me, "Luke" with his name imprinted on his jersey, broad shoulders and playful eyes, he steps closer with a smirk tugging at his mouth. "New girl huh? So," he says, tone light but teasing, "which one of us do you have your eye on?"

She cried out as he buried himself fully, thick cock stretching her deliciously. "Fuck yes," he snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he started up a punishing rhythm. "This cunt is so fucking tight! Gonna ruin this little pussy for anyone else!" Jake was not about to be left behind. He climbed onto the couch, gripping the base of his cock to rub the tip up and down her slit before pushing in alongside his partner. She wailed as they both filled her up, eyes rolling back at the sensation of being split open on two huge dicks.

"Last chance 'roid heads. Once we start, I won't stop until you can't get back up." The jocks laughed and came right at him. Time to show them what a real ass kicking was all about.

Jasmine squealed! "Are you serious?" Hanna gasped. Maverick walked up to them to see what the fuss is about. "Why did you join that crap?" "Taking a page from your book and trying something new." Hanna replied. She turned to Jasmine giving Maverick her back. "Did you see all those cute jocks?" "Oh yeah." Jasmine grinned. "You are not going out with those jocks! All they do is see how my any girls they can screw." Maverick retorted.

The pendant under my shirt felt suddenly heavier. “Jaric wants to join a ‘jock college,’” I said, half to lighten the mood, half because it was true. “He says he’s destined for it.” Dr. Harry froze. Then he leaned back and broke into the loudest laugh I had ever heard from him—genuine, uncontrollable, almost choking.