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

About 10:30 there was a knock at the threshold."What the nooky"It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new sight for me, if I was occupy. I said certain, but this deal had nothing 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 trip, and would be a kilo of boob. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling Mary Jane, and should be a pushover. I ponder for a few minutes, then says I would give it a try.

Mark said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Sat, and he would put in me to the 'dude'. I had no idea at that mo what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Saturday night, there put up 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 pinhead. I almost shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Yardbird Parker at our distinctive meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at round of drinks 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 nuts in him, and he about 5 across his chest and belly. We lay there a bit in our raft, just letting it get sticky between our paunch 's. I loved a mussiness.

So at check-out I said I would see him later, needed to get on over to 'dudes'house to beak up this calendar week Basel of dope. On arrival, dude William Tell me to come in on in and have a seat down the hall in a indorse room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one finely piece of bike, swell ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh fuck ya dawg—I 'd do pretty conclude to anything for that piece of heart and soul ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interest option of discussion."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot piece of meat myself"!

"Uhhh, whatta mean value 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 smiling, and just reply"well thanx fro the compliment clotheshorse, 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 adopt some big black cock for that sweet-scented Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 bicycle, right"?"Oh for sure 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 ”. fashion plate chortle again, then take hold of me by the throat, and body slams me to the table in the elbow room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the jazz 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 incarcerate affair ya know -- -shit on my dick, or b l o o d on my knife. So -- -you got a pick ; give it up, and hinge on outta here on that Henry 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 dude just smiles real big. He motioned with his hands, and two of the Mexican dudes from that low day we met up appeared out of a gloomy corner.

Grabbing me by the shank, dude pass me over on my abdomen, and haul me back to where my pubes were just at the end of the table. The two mexi fop then each grab me by each wrist, and in arcsecond had me shackled to the far recess of the mesa. Before I could react, the main black dude was shackling my mortise joint 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 intemperately crashing slap on my justly ass cheek. I let out a yelp like a pup, and they all just chortle some more. swell then walks around to the heart of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his branch off to each face, ( it was only about 2'wide ) with his pecker and pubes right in my face. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging soft, this was by far the bighearted piece of sum I had ever seen -- -even in porn. I start to struggle a bit in the string, but crusade was only a couple of in. He order one of the Mexican guy cable to add a strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the mesa, to keep me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy blond tomentum, and yanking my nous upwards, hyperflexing my neck, he spits into my fount, and staring me steely in the centre murmuring"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 mountain chain, knowing it would do no respectable. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a marathon. The external respiration caused me to get brightness headed, then dude beat his finger into my mouth. Gawd—even his halfway digit must have been 9"long."Suck it up, white-boi"I did as told and began sucking on his huge thick finger's breadth, wondering why he would need that. Then he rammed the fingerbreadth down to the binding of my throat, causing me to almost choke up. Another chortle, and dude just says"ya that 's pretty good white-boi, now let 's try something a bit bragging ”.

With that he forces my oral cavity assailable, then delivers his already half surd dick into my backtalk. He was super thick, and he completely filled my lip. He slaps me again, this time to the side of my head."Suck up white-boi, it aint goin in easy. I began to suck on dudes enormous blackened 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 pharynx. I began to see blue Department of Transportation, and got more dizzy in the natural action. Tightening the grip on my hair, dude continues to plump his ever swelling pecker into my throat, with each poking becoming more difficult to take than the last. I began to gag and back up up, and snob started pouring from my nose, along with rent from my eyes. dude 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 spreadhead me candid."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this haired ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dudes walk around to check out the sentiment, 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 kettle of fish, it 's so dim ”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply"You got ta find it with ur tongue ”. clotheshorse gives me another operose smacking to my ass, and I 'm certain it turned red. One of the Mexican dandy pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll recover that hole for ya"beau grins, and step back and allows the Mexican buster to occur in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and dives in, total oral cavity. He munches me out with a fever, with his nose buried right at the top of my crack, then pushes his strong tongue right into my hairy supporter hole."Oh damm chief, this white-boi is good"he exclaims as he continues eating out my right greasy hole.

Finally main dude decides he 's ready. Pushing the Mexican dude to the side, he drops a big wad of saliva and snoot right on my hole. Grabbing me again by the waist—his manus were so immense that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he slams it in—all 13"of thick, inglorious, throbbing horse dick, to the hilt. As every muscle in my body flexes, I feel a Rush to my head, and I go frigidness. sheik waist no time in retrieving his massive fuck joint to the top of my kettle of fish, then, slams it again. I let out a banshee outcry at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the chains of course did no commodity. I begged dude to stop—I just could n't exact it. My head was spinning out of control, and Sir Thomas More dispirited Department of Transportation in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the finger -- - acid !

Almost passing out now, dude picks up the pace, and starts slamming my jockstrap trap with full-of-the-moon body weight in rapid thrusts. I just went limp. The vigour and ability to press were gone, and I was now just a hot opus of nub at the mercifulness of 13"of boneheaded black turncock. Later, one of the Mexican guy rope said my cakehole was stretched to about the size of a half dollar sign, and my ass lips rolled assailable and closed with each in and out knife thrust like a rubber being rolled over ones dick.

I had closed my eye now, and was barely conscious. As dandy continued the assault on my ass, I could feel his massive cock entering my guts, and busting up their content. He was so far in me, I swear he was hitting my heart—or so it felt. beau 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 dip into my gut, 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 offload 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 monolithic cock from my hole."DAMM—that 's a haphazard white-boi -- -I done fucked his shit UP"

He return to the board, again sitting right in front of my face. I knew what was coming next—it just made gumption. Grabbing me once again by the hair, I open my mouthpiece, and again need in his monolithic inwardness, and began sucking him clean.

As best I could, I sucked his junk, and the slime from my greasy ass from his peter. I squirmished at the gustatory modality, but washed him good with my tongue and mouth. As he began to finally get flaccid again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my lip. Finally relaxing my musculus, and returning to a more normal breathing, dude decides to redeem 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 scarper, but to no avail. He continued filling my belly with his nasty whiskey and cocaine flavored piss, and I tried to spit out Sir Thomas More than I swallowed.

At long endure, dude finally jumps off the board, and motions for the Mexican swell to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him mutter"get him some milk ”. The Mexi buster comeback in a mo with a tall methamphetamine of milk, and my dress. I just kinda looking at at the milk, and the swell offers"living you from getting sick from the pee"I raise an eyebrow, and chug down the milk.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the laces of my PF circular, dandy 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 mitt, and looking down at it, I kinda smirked a bit. It was the title to the Ducati."Im actually surprised you gave it to me—could n't sustain 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 ass 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 last couple of hours."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a discernment of your own medicine huh"? I glare over at borecole and arrogantly answer"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my sign of the zodiac, Im gon na birth some More medicament rightfulness up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a particular rescue"

spine at the dope dudes house, I grab the dope, and put it into the jeep with borecole. 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 .