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

About 10:30 there was a whack 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 deal had nil to do with sex. He said I would be running grass from Austin 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 skunk, and should be a breeze. I ponder for a few minute, then says I would give 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 thought at that moment what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Saturday night, there stood Cole Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as comfortable at slicing your pharynx as they would be handing you a kilo of green goddess. I almost shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Parker at our typical meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at cycle Rock—the due north end of capital of Texas. well-nigh of the dark 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 pectus and belly. We lay there a bit in our sight, just letting it get sticky between our belly 's. I loved a stack.

So at check-out I said I would see him later, needed to get on over to 'dudes'family to break up up this weeks bale of dope. On arrival, dude William Tell me to come on in and have a seat down the hallway in a back room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one fine small-arm of bike, dude ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh piece of tail ya dawg—I 'd do pretty close to anything for that slice of core ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had matter to choice of run-in."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot while of meat myself"!

"Uhhh, whatta mean value bro"? performing coy."Oh see—I kinda got ta affair for yung white-boi ass -- -and you lookin really tite and ask over ”. 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 screwing do n't get fucked up the ass ”."I hear ya white-boi, but you do n't cerebrate you could ask some big sinister putz for that sweet Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 bike, properly"?"Oh for for certain dawg, but naw—I do n't call back I could handle something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely tear up my tite lil cakehole ”. Dude chuckles again, then grabs me by the throat, and physical structure slams me to the table in the 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 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 ; pass on it up, and depend upon outta here on that sweet-smelling bicycle, 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 beau just smiles real big. He motioned with his men, and two of the Mexican dudes from that first gear day we met up appeared out of a dark street corner.

Grabbing me by the waist, dude summersault me over on my venter, and drags me back to where my pubes were just at the end of the table. The two mexi fop then each snap me by each carpus, and in arcsecond had me shackled to the far corners of the board. Before I could react, the main black dude was shackling my ankles to the niche 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 hard crashing slap on my right hand ass impertinence. I let out a yelp like a puppy, and they all just chuckle some more. Dude then walks around to the middle of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his ramification off to each side, ( it was only about 2'wide ) with his dick and pubes right hand in my look. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging soft, this was by far the braggart piece of meat I had ever seen -- -even in erotica. I start to struggle a bit in the concatenation, but movement was only a match of inch. He fiat one of the Mexican cat to add a strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the board, to keep on me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy blonde hair, and yanking my head upwards, hyperflexing my neck, he spits into my brass, and staring me steely in the oculus murmuring"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of black cock in ur bitch dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the chains, knowing it would do no full. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a Marathon. The breathing caused me to get Light headed, then dude vex his finger into my sassing. Gawd—even his heart 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 fingerbreadth down to the back of my pharynx, causing me to almost pass away up. Another chuckle, and fashion plate just says"ya that 's pretty good white-boi, now let 's try something a bit heavy ”.

With that he forces my sassing spread out, then delivers his already half arduous dick into my mouth. He was super thick, and he completely filled my mouth. He slaps me again, this time to the side of my nous."suction up white-boi, it aint goin in soft. I began to suck on dudes enormous fatal cock with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my sass, he began to harden up, and now I could feel his monster working it 's way down my pharynx. I began to see blue Lucy in the sky with diamonds, and got more dizzy in the action. Tightening the grip on my hair's-breadth, dude continues to plump his ever swelling tool into my pharynx, with each thrust becoming more difficult to take than the final stage. I began to gag and choke up, and snob started pouring from my olfactory organ, along with tears from my eye. buster just says"oh ya—he 's fix"

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 hands, and bedspread me undefendable."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hairy ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dude 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 fix, it 's so dumb ”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply"You got ta find out it with ur spit ”. swell gives me another operose slap to my ass, and I 'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican dudes pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll find that hole for ya"gallant grin, and gradation back and allows the Mexican dude to come in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and dives in, wide-cut mouth. He munches me out with a febrility, with his olfactory organ buried right at the top of my crack, then pushes his strong tongue right into my hairy jock trap."Oh damm chief, this white-boi is estimable"he exclaims as he continues eating out my ripe greasy hole.

Finally chief beau decides he 's ready. Pushing the Mexican dandy to the side, he drops a big wad of spitting and snot right on my gob. Grabbing me again by the waist—his hands were so immense that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he slam it in—all 13"of thick, disgraceful, throbbing gymnastic horse cock, to the hilt. As every muscleman in my physical structure flexes, I feel a rush to my head, and I go low temperature. fellow waist no time in retrieving his massive nooky control stick to the top of my hole, then, slams it again. I let out a banshee shout at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the Chain of course did no good. I begged clotheshorse to stop—I just could n't take it. My drumhead was spinning out of ascendence, and more blue 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 jock hole with fully eubstance system of weights in rapid thrusting. I just went limp. The muscularity and ability to fight were gone, and I was now just a hot piece of kernel at the mercy of 13"of boneheaded black cock. Later, one of the Mexican guy said my mess was stretched to about the size of a half dollar bill, and my ass backtalk rolled open and closed with each in and out jab like a gumshoe being rolled over ace dick.

I had closed my eyes now, and was barely conscious. As dude continued the assault on my ass, I could find his massive 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. 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 3 promptly brutal plunges into my backbone, 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 dance, and unlade 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 hammer from my hole."DAMM—that 's a sloppy white-boi -- -I done fucked his shit UP"

He turn back to the tabular array, again sitting right in front of my expression. I knew what was coming next—it just made good sense. Grabbing me once again by the haircloth, I open my mouthpiece, and again take in his massive pith, and began sucking him clean.

As beneficial I could, I sucked his junk, and the guck from my sebaceous ass from his dick. I squirmished at the taste perception, but washed him good with my clapper and sass. As he began to finally get soft again, and go down, the sizeableness of him still filled my mouth. Finally relaxing my muscleman, and returning to a more convention external respiration, dude decides to surrender the 'final rinse'Before I could loosen, he spills his massive flow of take a leak straight down my throat, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to hightail it, but to no service. He continued filling my stomach with his cruddy whisky and cocaine flavored weewee, and I tried to spit out more than I swallowed.

At long final stage, dude finally jumps off the table, and gesture for the Mexican dudes to unchain me while he disappears out of the way. I hear him maunder"get him some milk ”. The Mexi dude retort in a moment with a tall glass of milk, and my clothes. I just kinda look at the milk, and the buster offers"keeps you from getting sick from the piss"I raise an supercilium, and chug down the Milk River.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the laces of my PF flyer, fellow returns with a piece of paper in his script. 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 Basel 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 cycle 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 retrieve Cole, and explained what had happened over the go brace of hours."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a taste sensation 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 redeem some more medical specialty rightfield up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a extra livery"

Back at the dumbbell dudes family, I grab the cola, and put it into the jeep with Cole. I fire up the Ducati and we head out for President Tyler. Blasting down the interstate 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 piddle. Ya -- -- -totally fucking worth it .