New jock tale -- -Sophomore Year—CH 3—13"and a Ducati

About 10:30 there was a bash at the door."What the fuck"It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new deal for me, if I was interested. I said sure, but this softwood 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 dope. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling weed, and should be a gentle wind. I ponder for a few minutes, then says I would pay it a try.

cross said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Saturday, and he would introduce me to the 'dude'. I had no idea at that bit what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Sat night, there endure cole 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 shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Parker at our distinctive get together place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at Round Rock—the north end of Austin. near 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 orchis in him, and he about 5 across his thorax and belly. We lay there a bit in our passel, just letting it get sticky between our belly 's. I loved a muss.

So at check-out I said I would see him later, needed to get on over to 'dudes'home to pick up this weeks bale of boob. On reaching, dude tells me to hail on in and take a arse down the hallway in a bet on room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one ticket musical composition of bike, swell ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh nooky ya dawg—I 'd do pretty close to anything for that piece of meat ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting choice of actor's line."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot piece of meat myself"!

"Uhhh, whatta mean bro"? performing coy."Oh see—I kinda got ta thing for yung white-boi ass -- -and you lookin really tite and inviting ”. 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 screw do n't get fucked up the ass ”."I hear ya white-boi, but you do n't imagine you could take some big dim cock for that sweet Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 wheel, right"?"Oh for surely dawg, but naw—I do n't think I could handle something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely tear up my tite lil hole ”. sheik chuckle again, then grab me by the throat, and physical structure slam me to the table in the elbow room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the fuck 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 consume it. It 's a jail affair ya know -- -shit on my prick, or b l o o d on my knife. So -- -you got a choice ; feed it up, and ride outta here on that angelic cycle, or—I just take it—and you get nothing ”.

Deciding that there really was n't an option, I nodded my drumhead up and down, and dude just smiles real big. He motioned with his hands, and two of the Mexican clotheshorse from that first day we met up appeared out of a dark corner.

Grabbing me by the waist, dude flip me over on my belly, and haul me back to where my pubes were just at the end of the mesa. The two mexi swell then each grab me by each wrist, and in mo had me shackled to the far recess of the table. Before I could react, the main black dude was shackling my ankle to the corner legs on that end of the mesa. I just think to myself,"this is going to be bad ”.

He reaches into the air, and brings down a hard crashing smacking on my justly ass nerve. I let out a yelp like a puppy, and they all just chuckle some more. fellow 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'wide ) with his prick and pubes right in my face. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging soft, this was by far the biggest piece of meat I had ever seen -- -even in pornography. I start to struggle a bit in the concatenation, but movement was only a duo of column inch. He Holy Order one of the Mexican hombre to add a shoulder strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the mesa, to keep me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy blonde hair's-breadth, and yanking my read/write head upwards, hyperflexing my neck opening, he spits into my typeface, and staring me steely in the middle mutters"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of Negro hammer in ur cunt dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the chains, knowing it would do no skillful. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a marathon. The respiration caused me to get light headed, then dude stick by his finger into my mouth. Gawd—even his middle finger must suffer been 9"long."Suck it up, white-boi"I did as told and began sucking on his immense thick finger, wondering why he would want that. Then he rammed the finger down to the rachis of my throat, causing me to almost pass away up. Another chortle, and beau just says"ya that 's pretty good white-boi, now let 's try something a bit bigger ”.

With that he forces my mouthpiece give, then delivers his already half grueling dick into my mouthpiece. He was A-one thick, and he completely filled my mouth. He slaps me again, this metre to the side of my head."suck up white-boi, it aint goin in sonant. I began to suck on dudes tremendous pitch-black tool with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my mouth, he began to inure up, and now I could experience his demon working it 's way down my pharynx. I began to see blue dots, and got Sir Thomas More dizzy in the legal action. Tightening the clasp on my hair, dude continues to plump his ever swelling tool into my throat, with each stab becoming more unmanageable to convey than the conclusion. I began to gag and asphyxiate up, and snot started pouring from my nose, along with tears from my oculus. Dude just says"oh ya—he 's ready"

As he hops off the table and begins to walk back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my cheeks with his enormous workforce, and spreads me open."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hairy ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dude walk around to check out the perspective, 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 dense ”. I smirked, and sarcastically answer"You got ta recover it with ur natural language ”. fop gives me another severe smacking to my ass, and I 'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican dudes pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll come up that trap for ya"Dude smile, and step back and allows the Mexican dude to come in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and dives in, full mouth. He munches me out with a febrility, with his nose buried redress at the top of my crack cocaine, then pushes his strong tongue right hand into my hairy jock hole."Oh damm foreman, this white-boi is good"he exclaims as he continues eating out my good oily hole.

Finally primary fop decides he 's set. Pushing the Mexican swell to the side, he drops a big wad of spit and snot right on my mess. Grabbing me again by the waist—his work force were so huge that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he slams it in—all 13"of thick, Black, throbbing buck prick, to the hilt. As every brawniness in my body flexes, I feel a rush to my caput, and I go low temperature. fop waist no time in retrieving his monolithic screwing 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 mountain range of course did no good. I begged dude to stop—I just could n't take in it. My head was spinning out of restraint, and more blueing point in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the digit -- - battery-acid !

Almost passing out now, dude picks up the gait, and starts slamming my athlete hole with broad body weight in rapid thrusts. I just went limp. The energy and ability to push were gone, and I was now just a hot small-arm of meat at the mercifulness of 13"of thick Negroid cock. Later, one of the Mexican guy wire said my hole was stretched to about the size of a half dollar mark, and my ass lips rolled open and closed with each in and out thrust like a safety being rolled over one dick.

I had closed my center now, and was barely conscious. As dude continued the assault on my ass, I could feel his monumental cock entering my guts, and busting up their contents. He was so far in me, I swear he was hitting my heart—or so it felt. clotheshorse slapped me on the ass again—I really hated that shit—and commented"ya—this white-boi commin'unglued"! With that he delivers a terminal 3 quick brutal plunge into my backbone, and then unloads. He cums up my ass yelling himself, like he had been shot. The two Mexican fellow were standing nearby, speechless. Dude continues to thrash, and unload his thick goo into the depths 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 hole."DAMM—that 's a muddy white-boi -- -I done fucked his shit UP"

He refund to the board, again sitting right in straw man of my face. I knew what was coming next—it just made sense. Grabbing me once again by the hair, I open my oral fissure, and again strike in his massive meat, and began sucking him clean.

As well I could, I sucked his rubble, and the slime from my oily ass from his hawkshaw. I squirmished at the preference, but washed him honest with my glossa and mouthpiece. As he began to finally get soft again, and go down, the greatness of him still filled my back talk. Finally relaxing my muscleman, and returning to a more normal external respiration, dude decides to deliver the 'final rinse'Before I could relax, he spills his massive flow of piss straight down my throat, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to escape, but to no avail. He continued filling my belly with his nasty whiskey and cocaine flavored urine, and I tried to spit out Thomas More than I swallowed.

At long last, dude finally jumps off the tabular array, and question for the Mexican gallant to unchain me while he disappears out of the way. I hear him mumble"get him some milk ”. The Mexi dude proceeds in a second with a tall glass of milk, and my wearing apparel. I just kinda look at the Milk River, and the gallant offers"sustenance you from getting sick from the micturate"I raise an eyebrow, and chug down the milk.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the lace of my PF Flyers, dude 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 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 fuck 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 dope in Tyler.

I leave at once to recall Cole, and explained what had happened over the last twosome of hours."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a sense of taste of your own medicine huh"? I glare over at Cole and arrogantly reply"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my star sign, Im gon na deport some more medicine rightfulness up ur ass. I got about a dry quart of jizz waiting for a special bringing"

book binding at the dope dudes household, I grab the dope, and put it into the jeep with kail. I fire up the Ducati and we head out for Tyler. Blasting down the interstate 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 pissing. Ya -- -- -totally fucking worth it .