New Jock Tales -- -Sophomore Year—CH 3—13"and a Ducati

About 10:30 there was a belt at the door."What the fuck"It was brand Mattox, and he said he had a new good deal for me, if I was interested. I said indisputable, but this flock had nothing to do with sex. He said I would be running dope from capital of Texas back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $ 150 a trip, and would be a kilo of locoweed. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling Mary Jane, and should be a zephyr. I ponder for a few instant, then says I would chip in it a try.

Mark said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Sat, and he would introduce me to the 'dude'. I had no idea at that moment what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Saturday night, there brook Cole Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as comfortable at slicing your pharynx as they would be handing you a kg of boob. I almost shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Parker at our typical group meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at Round Rock—the north end of Austin. nearly of the nighttime went as expected. We drank some, smoked some, cuddled a bit, then I tore that ass up : ) He was still soo fuckin tite, I blasted about 9 nuts in him, and he about 5 across his chest and belly. We lay there a bit in our deal, just letting it get sticky between our belly 's. I loved a flock.

So at check-out I said I would see him later, needed to get on over to 'dudes'star sign to plunk up this workweek bale of dope. On arrival, dude Tell me to come on in and have a posterior down the hallway in a back room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one fine composition of bike, dandy ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh fucking ya dawg—I 'd do pretty close to anything for that small-arm of inwardness ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting choice of Logos."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot piece of meat myself"!

"Uhhh, whatta mean bro"? Acting coy."Oh see—I kinda got ta affair for yung white-boi ass -- -and you lookin really tite and inviting ”. I flash a big smile, and just reply"well thanx fro the compliment gallant, but I ai n't gay or nothin, and sure as shtup do n't get fucked up the ass ”."I hear ya white-boi, but you do n't reckon you could remove some big black cock for that Henry Sweet Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 bike, mighty"?"Oh for indisputable dawg, but naw—I do n't retrieve I could handle something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely tear up my tite lil kettle of fish ”. Dude chuckle again, then grab me by the throat, and physical structure gibe me to the mesa in the room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the have it off man"! Laughing again, 'dude'response,"ok white-boi, it 's like this. When I see sompin I like, I bargain for it. If the bargain do n't work—then I just take it. It 's a remand thing ya know -- -shit on my peter, or b l o o d on my tongue. So -- -you got a choice ; consecrate it up, and mount outta here on that sweet wheel, or—I just take it—and you get nothing ”.

Deciding that there really was n't an option, I nodded my head up and down, and fellow just smile real big. He motioned with his custody, and two of the Mexican fashion plate from that starting time day we met up appeared out of a dark nook.

Grabbing me by the shank, dude somersault me over on my belly, and drags me back to where my pubes were just at the end of the mesa. The two mexi fashion plate then each snap me by each wrist, and in moment had me shackled to the far box of the tabular array. Before I could react, the main black beau was shackling my ankles to the corner legs on that end of the table. I just think to myself,"this is going to be bad ”.

He reaches into the air, and brings down a surd crashing smacking on my right ass face. I let out a yelp like a pup, and they all just chuckle some more. Dude then walks around to the middle of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his legs off to each side, ( it was only about 2'extensive ) with his hawkshaw and pubes right in my face. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging indulgent, this was by far the prominent small-arm of meat I had ever seen -- -even in porn. I start to shinny a bit in the chains, but drift was only a couple of inches. He orders one of the Mexican bozo to add a strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the table, to hold back me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy-haired blonde haircloth, and yanking my head teacher upwards, hyperflexing my neck, he spits into my boldness, and staring me steely in the eye muttering"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of pitch blackness cock in ur cunt dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the chains, knowing it would do no sound. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a marathon. The breathing caused me to get light headed, then dude stuck his digit into my backtalk. Gawd—even his in-between finger's breadth must have been 9"long."Suck it up, white-boi"I did as told and began sucking on his vast thick finger, wondering why he would want that. Then he rammed the finger down to the rear of my pharynx, causing me to almost conk up. Another chuckle, and dude just says"ya that 's pretty sound white-boi, now let 's try something a bit bigger ”.

With that he forces my mouth unresolved, then delivers his already half strong gumshoe into my mouth. He was tops thick, and he completely filled my sass. He slaps me again, this fourth dimension to the side of my head."Suck up white-boi, it aint goin in diffuse. I began to imbibe on dudes enormous blackamoor cock with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my mouth, he began to harden up, and now I could feel his monster working it 's way down my throat. I began to see blue Department of Transportation, and got more dizzy in the action. Tightening the hairgrip on my hair, dude continues to plummet his ever swelling cock into my pharynx, with each stab becoming more difficult to assume than the last. I began to gag and choke up, and snob started pouring from my nose, along with tears from my eyes. Dude just says"oh ya—he 's set"

As he hops off the tabular array and begins to walk back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my cheek with his enormous hands, and spreads me open."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hirsute ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dudes walk around to hold out the view, and each exclaim that they had never seen such a hirsute ass on a white-boi."I mean fuck—you ca n't even see his muddle, it 's so heavy ”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply"You got ta find it with ur spit ”. Dude gives me another toilsome slap to my ass, and I 'm surely it turned red. One of the Mexican dudes pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll find that hole for ya"Dude grin, and measure back and allows the Mexican dude to come in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and dives in, full backtalk. He munches me out with a fever, with his nose buried compensate at the top of my crack, then pushes his strong tongue right into my hairy jockstrap hole."Oh damm political boss, this white-boi is honest"he exclaims as he continues eating out my good sebaceous hole.

Finally chief dude decides he 's ready. Pushing the Mexican fop to the incline, he drops a big wad of spit and prig right on my hole. Grabbing me again by the waist—his hands were so huge that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he gibe it in—all 13"of thick, Black, throbbing horse rooster, to the hilt. As every brawniness in my consistence flexes, I feel a rush to my head, and I go dusty. fellow waist no metre in retrieving his massive fuck stick to the top of my hole, then, slams it again. I let out a banshie yell at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the strand of row did no good. I begged fop to stop—I just could n't consume it. My capitulum was spinning out of command, and more blue air Elvis in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the fingerbreadth -- - Elvis !

Almost passing out now, dude picks up the pace, and starts slamming my supporter hollow with entire organic structure weightiness in rapid thrusts. I just went limp. The energy and ability to fight were gone, and I was now just a hot musical composition of heart and soul at the mercy of 13"of thick nigrify cock. Later, one of the Mexican cat said my hollow was stretched to about the size of it of a half dollar bill, and my ass lips rolled spread and closed with each in and out knife thrust like a prophylactic being rolled over ones dick.

I had closed my heart now, and was barely witting. As dude continued the assault on my ass, I could feel his massive cock entering my guts, and busting up their subject. He was so far in me, I swear he was hitting my heart—or so it felt. dude slapped me on the ass again—I really hated that shit—and commented"ya—this white-boi commin'unglued"! With that he delivers a final examination 3 quick brutal plunge into my guts, and then unloads. He cums up my ass yelling himself, like he had been shot. The two Mexican dudes were standing nearby, speechless. Dude continues to slam, and unload his thick goo into the astuteness of my ass. Still fucking, the goo and ass slim began to leak out of my ass, and he finally yanks his massive cock from my fix."DAMM—that 's a sloppy white-boi -- -I done fucked his shit UP"

He return to the table, again sitting right in figurehead of my face. I knew what was coming next—it just made sense. Grabbing me once again by the hair's-breadth, I open my mouth, and again shoot in his massive meat, and began sucking him strip.

As best I could, I sucked his junk, and the slime from my greasy ass from his hawkshaw. I squirmished at the taste, but washed him good with my tongue and mouth. As he began to finally get soft again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my mouth. Finally relaxing my muscles, and returning to a more normal breathing, dude decides to deliver the 'final rinse'Before I could loosen, he spills his monumental flow rate of piss straight down my throat, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to escape, but to no avail. He continued filling my venter with his awful whiskey and cocaine flavored piss, and I tried to pitter-patter out more than I swallowed.

At long last, dude finally jumps off the table, and motions for the Mexican dudes to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him maunder"get him some milk ”. The Mexi dude replication in a moment with a tall ice of Milk, and my clothes. I just kinda look at the Milk River, and the fashion plate offers"keeps you from getting sick from the piss"I raise an eyebrow, and chug down the Milk.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the lacing of my PF Flyers, dude counter with a piece of composition in his hand. Handing it to me, he smiles and calmly says"Hear ya go white-boi, you worked for it ”. Taking it from his manus, and looking down at it, I kinda smirked a bit. It was the deed to the Ducati."Im actually surprised you gave it to me—could n't have done much about it f you did n't ”."Naa—but Im a man of my word—now get ur Bale loaded up and get the nookie outta here ”. I asked him would it be ok if I went and picked up Cole—could n't drive the bike and jeep both by myself. He said it was ok, but hurry the fuck up—they be waiting for the smoke in Tyler.

I leave at once to recall Cole, and explained what had happened over the terminal couple of hours."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a taste of your own practice of medicine huh"? I glare over at kale and arrogantly respond"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my theater, Im gon na give up some to a greater extent medicine rightfield up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a special delivery"

Back at the dope dudes house, I grab the dope, and put it into the jeep with kail. I fire up the Ducati and we head out for President Tyler. Blasting down the interstate highway it occurred to me that I had n't pissed in a while, so just grinning to myself, I throttle up to about 100 MPH and cut loose the piss. Ya -- -- -totally fucking worth it .