Jock Locked High Novels & Stories

"Lock... them... down!" "The electronic locks are fried! The system is rebooting!" Catherine yelled back, her fingers flying across the portable hacking deck she had strapped to her forearm. "I need to bypass the mechanical safeties manually from the terminal!" "Do... it!" Jack felt his femur groan. His muscles were tearing, knitting back together, and tearing again in a microscopic cycle of destruction and regeneration fueled by the Alpha blood. He felt like Atlas, condemned to hold up the sky. But this wasn't the sky; it was his past, his future, his entire reason for breathing.

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

"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.

"However, if we're going to be locked in here, I must warn you, last night will have to repeat itself. I don't know how long, but till this lockdown is over, it will continue ." Eve saw the bulge in his shorts return.

Glory looked at him and saw the look of anger on his face. “Who are those guys jake?” She spoke with a sweet smile on her face though Jake could see that she was forcing it. “Football losers, they think they are the shit, but they haven't won a game in three years.” Jake rolled his eyes casually The Jocks must have heard the comment because they started to move towards the jeep once they saw Max get out of the car, they started to sprint towards him. Like lions sprinting toward a deer getting ready to go in for the kill. The murderous hunger in their eyes forces a fury filling Jake's chest resonating deep in his bones.

As we step out into the car park we see Jack wheel spin out like his life depends on it. Given what Nova had told him I would be surprised if his entire pack didn’t go into lock down. I smirk at the image of that bald headed twat hiding in his closed and a jumping every time he heard footsteps. I follow Nova to the Jeep.

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."

Jake thought he was alone. He sat on the wooden bench in front of his locker, legs spread wide, his football shorts pushed down just enough to free his thick cock. His hand moved in fast, greedy strokes. The vein along the underside of his shaft pulsed under his fingers as he jerked himself hard, eyes half-closed, head tilted back against the cold metal locker door. A low, rough grunt escaped his throat every few pumps. "Fuck... yeah..." he muttered under his breath, lost in it.