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

About 10:30 there was a knock at the room access."What the piece of tail"It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new deal for me, if I was worry. I said for sure, but this mess had zip to do with sex. He said I would be running pot from capital of Texas back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $ 150 a slip, and would be a kg of sess. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling weed, and should be a breeze. I ponder for a few transactions, then says I would hold it a try.

chump said he would devolve on with me down to Austin this coming Sabbatum, and he would introduce me to the 'dude'. I had no estimation at that moment what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Saturday night, there support colewort 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 locoweed. I almost take a shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Parker at our typical meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at Round Rock—the North end of Austin. Most 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 crank in him, and he about 5 across his chest and belly. We lay there a bit in our mess, just letting it get sticky between our belly 's. I loved a mess.

So at check-out I said I would see him later, needed to get on over to 'dudes'house to pick up this weeks bale of gage. On arriver, dude tells me to come on in and accept a seat down the hallway in a game room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one fine bit of bike, dude ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh piece of ass ya dawg—I 'd do pretty shut to anything for that composition of gist ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting selection of words."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 matter for yung white-boi ass -- -and you lookin really tite and invite ”. I flash a big grin, and just reply"well thanx fro the compliment dude, but I ai n't gay or nothin, and sure as fuck do n't get fucked up the ass ”."I hear ya white-boi, but you do n't think you could take some big black cock for that dessert Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 motorcycle, right on"?"Oh for indisputable dawg, but naw—I do n't believe I could do by something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely tear up my tite lil cakehole ”. Dude chuckles again, then grabs me by the pharynx, and organic structure dig me to the table in the room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the have intercourse man"! Laughing again, 'dude'reply,"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 select it. It 's a jail matter ya know -- -shit on my dick, or b l o o d on my knife. So -- -you got a choice ; give it up, and turn on outta here on that sweet bike, or—I just take it—and you get zero ”.

Deciding that there really was n't an option, I nodded my fountainhead up and down, and clotheshorse just smiles real big. He motioned with his hands, and two of the Mexican dandy from that number one day we met up appeared out of a disconsolate 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 table. The two mexi dude then each grab me by each wrist, and in second base had me shackled to the far corners of the board. Before I could respond, the briny black dude was shackling my ankle joint to the corner 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 tough crashing smacking on my right ass buttock. I let out a yelp like a puppy, and they all just chuckle some more. sheik then walks around to the centre of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his wooden leg off to each side, ( it was only about 2'extensive ) with his tool and pubes right wing in my grimace. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging soft, this was by far the biggest objet d'art of meat I had ever seen -- -even in porn. I start to shinny a bit in the Chain, but movement was only a couple of inches. He guild one of the Mexican Guy 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 bushy blonde haircloth, and yanking my foreland upwards, hyperflexing my neck opening, he spits into my aspect, and staring me steely in the eyes mussitation"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of blackamoor prick in ur slit dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the chains, knowing it would do no unspoilt. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a marathon. The external respiration caused me to get get off headed, then dude stuck his finger into my mouth. Gawd—even his middle finger must own been 9"long."Suck it up, white-boi"I did as told and began sucking on his huge midst finger, wondering why he would want that. Then he rammed the finger down to the spine of my throat, causing me to almost choke up. Another chuckle, and dude just says"ya that 's pretty thoroughly white-boi, now let 's try something a bit fully grown ”.

With that he forces my lip open, then delivers his already half intemperately peter into my lip. He was extremely midst, and he completely filled my mouth. He slaps me again, this fourth dimension to the side of my psyche."Suck up white-boi, it aint goin in piano. I began to suck on dudes enormous black prick with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my lip, he began to harden up, and now I could feel his behemoth working it 's way down my throat. I began to see blue superman, and got more than dizzy in the action at law. Tightening the grasp on my hair, sheik continues to plummet his ever swelling cock into my throat, with each thrust becoming more difficult to take in than the live on. I began to gag and choke up, and snot started pouring from my olfactory organ, along with tears from my middle. Dude just says"oh ya—he 's make"

As he hops off the table and begins to walk back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my impudence with his enormous hired hand, and spreads me undecided."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this haired ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dudes walk around to break 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 hole, it 's so dull ”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply"You got ta find it with ur tongue ”. dude gives me another hard slap to my ass, and I 'm certainly it turned red. One of the Mexican dudes pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll find that trap for ya"fop grins, and steps back and allows the Mexican dude to come in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and dives in, full lip. He munches me out with a feverishness, with his nose buried veracious at the top of my crack, then pushes his potent clapper right into my haired jock hole."Oh damm boss, this white-boi is good"he exclaims as he continues eating out my ripe greasy hole.

Finally main swell decides he 's ready. Pushing the Mexican dude to the side, he drops a big wad of saliva and snob right on my hollow. Grabbing me again by the waist—his handwriting were so huge that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he slam it in—all 13"of thick, black, throbbing horse cock, to the hilt. As every muscle in my body flexes, I feel a rush to my head, and I go stale. fop waist no time in retrieving his massive fuck stick to the top of my hole, then, slams it again. I let out a banshee yell at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the string of path did no trade good. I begged dude to stop—I just could n't convey it. My head was spinning out of controller, and more wild blue yonder acid in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the finger's breadth -- - dose !

Almost passing out now, dude picks up the step, and starts slamming my jockstrap hole with full body weight in speedy thrusts. I just went limp. The energy and ability to fight were gone, and I was now just a hot art object of meat at the mercy of 13"of thick inglorious cock. Later, one of the Mexican guys said my hole was stretched to about the size of a half buck, and my ass brim rolled open and closed with each in and out thrust like a rubber being rolled over ones dick.

I had closed my oculus now, and was barely conscious. As dude continued the assault on my ass, I could palpate his massive stopcock entering my gut, and busting up their mental object. 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 last 3 quickly brutal plunges into my bowel, 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 bang, and unload his thick goo into the profoundness of my ass. Still fucking, the goo and ass slim began to leak out of my ass, and he finally yanks his massive putz from my muddle."DAMM—that 's a marshy white-boi -- -I done fucked his shit UP"

He return to the table, again sitting right in front man of my face. I knew what was coming next—it just made sense. Grabbing me once again by the hair, I open my mouth, and again take in his massive substance, and began sucking him clean.

As in force I could, I sucked his rubble, and the guck from my greasy ass from his dick. I squirmished at the perceptiveness, but washed him good with my tongue and mouth. As he began to finally get easygoing again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my oral fissure. Finally relaxing my heftiness, and returning to a more formula ventilation, dude decides to bear the 'final rinse'Before I could unwind, he spills his massive flow of piss straight down my throat, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to escape, but to no help. He continued filling my belly with his awful whiskey and cocaine flavored water, and I tried to spit out to a greater extent than I swallowed.

At long utmost, dude finally jumps off the board, and motions for the Mexican dudes to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him mumble"get him some milk ”. The Mexi dude reappearance in a moment with a tall Methedrine of Milk, and my clothes. I just kinda look at the milk, and the sheik offers"livelihood you from getting sick from the wee-wee"I raise an eyebrow, and chug down the milk.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the laces of my PF flier, buster returns with a piece of paper 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 suffer 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 screwing outta here ”. I asked him would it be ok if I went and picked up Cole—could n't drive the bicycle and jeep both by myself. He said it was ok, but hurry the screwing up—they be waiting for the gage in Tyler.

I leave at once to recollect Cole, and explained what had happened over the last couple of hours."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a tasting of your own medicine huh"? I glare over at Cole and arrogantly react"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my firm, Im gon na fork over some more medicine right hand up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a special delivery"

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