Jock Locked High Novels & Stories

It was evident that they had practiced the routine. Matt’s cock twitched at the sight of Jodi gyrating and bending over. Her legs looked a mile longer than usual because of the red stiletto boots she had on. Matt started getting an erection. He had forgotten about Jackie sitting on his lap. She turned to him with wide eyes. “I realize what I am about to say is terribly cliché, but I can’t help it. Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Matt gave her a dirty look.

Chapter 1 Max My hands were shaking again. I wiped them on my shorts, but the sweat came right back. Eight seconds left on the clock. Eight seconds between me and everything I'd ever wanted. "Max." Coach Dan grabbed my jersey, pulling me close during the timeout, his dark eyes boring into mine. "This is it, son. Everything we’ve bled for comes down to this play. You got this, this is your shot." I nodded because my throat was too tight to talk. The arena was so loud I could barely think—fifteen thousand people screaming, the band playing, air horns blasting. But all I could focus on was that scoreboard: Cardinals 78, Wolves 76.

He was trying so hard to keep his voice low as if his betting sounded unimportant, but the strain in his tone made it obvious. He said nothing more until he pulled over at the garage, tossed the keys on the counter and turned up to change clothes, his hands trembling as he yanked at his phone. It was locked, of course, but I’d known the man for over four years before the fallout, and with his narcissistic attitude

Like the concept of embarrassment has never touched him a day in his life. I rip off my compression gear, trying to focus on literally anything else. My jock becomes a problem I don’t have the mental capacity to solve. Keep it on? Take it off? Neither option feels safe. Lockie drops beside me before I can spiral further. Thank God. He’s dressed. Dry. Normal. A functioning human being who understands towels. Unlike Theo. Honestly, how has no one taught him basic decency? He’s twenty-eight, not a feral animal. “That save was insane, Vin,” Lockie says. A sharp throat-clear cuts through the air.

AZALEA'S POV “Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size.” I hear a deep voice that causes my stomach to summersault a couple times. Almost immediately, a pleasant smell fills my nose and I shiver. I try to look at him, but the jock he’s holding up is obstructing as if he heard my thoughts, he turned and planted the jock, dangling on a locker. With the obstruction gone, I finally see him. “Then again, I’m not really your size.” He says with mockery deep in his voice but non of it on his face.

"No wonder you're not partying with us. You've got yourself a sure thing, don't you? Who needs a cleat chaser when you've got a classy act like that all to yourself?" A locker slams in the background. "You're a dick, Shivel," I snap. "Just because I have plans with a woman doesn't mean I'm going to fuck her. I can have fun with more than my dick, ya know." "No," he says. "You can't. None of us can. Soccer and pussy. They're the only things we need."

my wolf snickered. "I thought we have settled this," "Yes but-," "But nothing, keep your wolfy mouth shut," I said blocking her out, turning my attention to my mate. Jack wore a dark-washed jeans matched with an ocean blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaving his toned forearms on display. We were wearing matching couple outfits, hashtag couple goals. His dark hair was in its usual nest style that gave him a rugged, bad boy Alpha look that every parent told their children about to scare them and also, doesn't want their daughter to be with.

Jack was in senior high school, He just turned 19 and was on the wrestling team. He was 6'1", with broad shoulders, a large chest from counts of heavy weight lifting, and long hairy legs, big feet and big hands. And yes, his dick was pretty big as well with veins. At least, that was what the school nurse told him.

Now it was his turn to see to it that she was out of her clothes, and never to be in it till this lockdown was over. Temporarily breaking off the kiss, Elvin moved to ease her out of her jacket. He dropped her skirt, unlatched her bra hook, and saw her breasts exposed, then he finally slid down her panty. Elvin didn't mind the smell of sex that clung to her from last night, he laid her on the sofa.

His voice was low and rough. Jake didn't back down. He looked right up at the big jock. "Because I'm tired of the locker room. I want to fuck you where you're the king. Right on the 50-yard line. Right on the big painted number." Braden stared at him. His chest heaved under the hoodie. "I told you, I'm not a fag. I just let you do that stuff because my girl won't. It's just getting off."