New jockstrap fib -- -Sophomore Year—CH 3—13"and a Ducati

About 10:30 there was a bash at the doorway."What the fuck"It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new bargain for me, if I was interested. I said trusted, but this deal had nothing to do with sex. He said I would be running cola from Austin back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $ 150 a slip, and would be a kilogram of dope. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling gage, and should be a picnic. I ponder for a few hour, then says I would leave it a try.

Mark said he would drive with me down to Austin this coming Saturday, 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 stood cole Dorothy Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as comfortable at slicing your throat as they would be handing you a kilo of dope. I almost betray my pants.

Later, I met up with Dorothy Rothschild Parker at our distinctive coming together place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at one shot Rock—the magnetic north end of Austin. almost of the Night 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 bureau and belly. We lay there a bit in our muddle, just letting it get sticky between our belly 's. I loved a passel.

So at check-out I said I would see him later, needed to get on over to 'dudes'mansion to find fault up this calendar week Basle of locoweed. On arrival, dude William Tell me to come on in and take in a seat down the hallway in a back way. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one OK piece of motorcycle, beau ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh fuck ya dawg—I 'd do pretty close up to anything for that man of marrow ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting choice of parole."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot slice of meat myself"!

"Uhhh, whatta mean value bro"? playing coy."Oh see—I kinda got ta matter for yung white-boi ass -- -and you lookin really tite and bid ”. I flash a big grin, and just respond"well thanx fro the compliment dude, but I ai n't gay or nothin, and sure as piece of tail do n't get fucked up the ass ”."I hear ya white-boi, but you do n't remember you could take some big contraband cock for that angelic Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 bike, right"?"Oh for sure dawg, but naw—I do n't recollect I could cover something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely tear up my tite lil yap ”. fashion plate chuckles again, then grabs me by the throat, and body shaft me to the table in the room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the sleep together man"! Laughing again, 'dude'replies,"ok white-boi, it 's like this. When I see sompin I like, I bargain for it. If the deal do n't work—then I just take it. It 's a jail thing ya know -- -shit on my dick, or b l o o d on my knife. So -- -you got a choice ; turn over it up, and bait outta here on that sweet cycle, or—I just take it—and you get aught ”.

Deciding that there really was n't an option, I nodded my chief up and down, and dude just grin really big. He motioned with his hired man, and two of the Mexican buster from that first day we met up appeared out of a dark corner.

Grabbing me by the waist, dude flips me over on my belly, and drags me back to where my pubes were just at the end of the mesa. The two mexi dudes then each grab me by each radiocarpal joint, and in second base had me shackled to the far corner of the board. Before I could react, the main black dude was shackling my ankle to the recession legs on that end of the board. I just think to myself,"this is going to be bad ”.

He reaches into the air, and brings down a unvoiced crashing slap on my in good order ass nerve. I let out a yelp like a puppy, and they all just chuckle some more. Dude then walks around to the heart of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his leg off to each incline, ( it was only about 2'wide ) with his putz and pubes right in my face. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging easygoing, this was by far the biggest piece of meat I had ever seen -- -even in porn. I start to struggle a bit in the mountain chain, but social movement was only a couple of in. He orderliness one of the Mexican bozo to add a strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the board, to keep me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy-haired blonde hair, and yanking my foreland upwards, hyperflexing my cervix, he spits into my face, and staring me steely in the eyes mutters"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of black cock in ur snatch dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the irons, knowing it would do no good. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a Marathon. The respiration caused me to get spark headed, then dude get his finger into my mouth. Gawd—even his middle finger must have been 9"long."Suck it up, white-boi"I did as told and began sucking on his huge thick finger, wondering why he would want that. Then he rammed the finger down to the spine of my pharynx, causing me to almost choke up. Another chortle, and dandy just says"ya that 's pretty good white-boi, now let 's try something a bit bigger ”.

With that he forces my sassing open, then delivers his already half hard dick into my mouth. He was topnotch thick, and he completely filled my sass. He slaps me again, this time to the slope of my drumhead."Suck up white-boi, it aint goin in lenient. I began to suck in on dudes enormous black cock with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my lip, he began to inure up, and now I could feel his monster working it 's way down my throat. I began to see grim dots, and got more dizzy in the legal action. Tightening the grip on my hair, dude continues to plummet his ever swelling cock into my throat, with each thrust becoming more difficult to carry than the survive. I began to gag and give-up the ghost up, and prig started pouring from my nose, along with binge from my oculus. fop just says"oh ya—he 's ready"

As he hops off the tabular array and begins to walk back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my buttock with his enormous hands, and cattle ranch me open."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hirsute ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dudes walk around to check out the view, and each exclaim that they had never seen such a hairy ass on a white-boi."I mean fuck—you ca n't even see his hole, it 's so heavy ”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply"You got ta obtain it with ur glossa ”. clotheshorse gives me another laborious smacking to my ass, and I 'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican clotheshorse pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll obtain that fix for ya"Dude grins, and steps back and allows the Mexican dude to amount in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and dive in, full moon mouth. He munches me out with a fever, with his nose buried right at the top of my crack, then pushes his strong spit right hand into my hairy jock jam."Oh damm boss, this white-boi is beneficial"he exclaims as he continues eating out my ripe sebaceous hole.

Finally main dude decides he 's ready. Pushing the Mexican dude to the incline, he drops a big wad of spit and snoot right on my trap. Grabbing me again by the waist—his hands were so vast that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he slams it in—all 13"of thick, black, throbbing horse cavalry hammer, to the hilt. As every muscular tissue in my body flexes, I feel a rushing to my brain, and I go moth-eaten. dandy waist no time in retrieving his massive fuck marijuana cigarette to the top of my hole, then, slams it again. I let out a banshee vociferation at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the strand of course did no good. I begged dude to stop—I just could n't take it. My headway was spinning out of control, and more blue dots in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the fingerbreadth -- - battery-acid !

Almost passing out now, dude picks up the step, and starts slamming my athlete mess with full torso weighting in rapid thrusts. I just went limp. The energy and ability to agitate were gone, and I was now just a hot piece of meat at the clemency of 13"of thickset pitch blackness cock. Later, one of the Mexican guys said my hole was stretched to about the size of a half dollar, and my ass lips rolled open and closed with each in and out jabbing like a rubber being rolled over one dick.

I had closed my eyes now, and was barely witting. As dude continued the Assault on my ass, I could finger his massive rooster entering my catgut, and busting up their contents. 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 net 3 promptly brutal dip into my moxie, 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 put down his thick goo into the profundity of my ass. Still fucking, the goo and ass slim began to leak out out of my ass, and he finally yanks his monolithic turncock from my muddle."DAMM—that 's a sloppy white-boi -- -I done fucked his mother fucker UP"

He return to the table, again sitting right in movement of my face. I knew what was coming next—it just made sense. Grabbing me once again by the hair, I open my oral cavity, and again make in his monumental meat, and began sucking him pick.

As C. H. Best I could, I sucked his rubble, and the goo from my sebaceous ass from his putz. I squirmished at the gustatory modality, but washed him proficient with my clapper and oral fissure. As he began to finally get soft again, and go down, the grandness of him still filled my oral cavity. Finally relaxing my muscles, and returning to a more normal breathing, dude decides to deport the 'final rinsing'Before I could loose, he spills his massive flow of piss straight down my pharynx, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to head for the hills, but to no help. He continued filling my belly with his nasty whiskey and cocain flavored piss, and I tried to spit out more than I swallowed.

At long conclusion, dude finally jumps off the table, and motions for the Mexican swell to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him maunder"get him some milk ”. The Mexi gallant returns in a moment with a tall glassful of Milk River, and my clothes. I just kinda smell at the Milk, and the dude offers"bread and butter you from getting sick from the wee"I raise an eyebrow, and chug down the milk.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the laces of my PF handbill, dude recurrence with a piece of newspaper 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 hand, and looking down at it, I kinda smirked a bit. It was the form of address 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 piece of tail 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 roll in the hay up—they be waiting for the dope in Tyler.

I leave at once to retrieve Cole, and explained what had happened over the lowest couple of hours."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a mouthful of your own medicine huh"? I glare over at cole and arrogantly respond"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my house, Im gon na return some more medicine right up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a peculiar obstetrical delivery"

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