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

About 10:30 there was a knock at the room access."What the fuck"It was home run Mattox, and he said he had a new deal for me, if I was interested. I said sure, but this sight had nothing to do with sex. He said I would be running dope 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 landrover for hauling weed, and should be a breeze. I ponder for a few minutes, then says I would apply it a try.

Mark 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 moment what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Sat dark, there digest Cole Bird Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as well-to-do at slicing your throat as they would be handing you a kilo of grass. I almost take a shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Bird Parker at our typical meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at Round Rock—the North end of capital of Texas. about 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 breast and belly. We lay there a bit in our quite a little, just letting it get steamy between our abdomen '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 dope. On arriver, dude Tell me to come on in and have a seat down the hallway in a plump for room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one fine opus of bike, dude ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh fuck ya dawg—I 'd do pretty close to anything for that piece of sum ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting choice of Word."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot part of meat myself"!

"Uhhh, whatta mean value bro"? playing coy."Oh see—I kinda got ta thing for yung white-boi ass -- -and you lookin really tite and bid ”. I flash a big grin, and just reply"well thanx fro the compliment beau, 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 direct some big black cock for that sweet Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 bicycle, mightily"?"Oh for sure dawg, but naw—I do n't think I could handle something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely deplumate up my tite lil hole ”. Dude chuckles again, then grabs me by the pharynx, and consistence gibe me to the table in the elbow room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the have intercourse man"! Laughing again, 'dude'replies,"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 look at it. It 's a clink thing ya know -- -shit on my dick, or b l o o d on my tongue. So -- -you got a selection ; give it up, and ride outta here on that sweet bike, or—I just take it—and you get nothing ”.

Deciding that there really was n't an option, I nodded my nous up and down, and fashion plate just smiling existent big. He motioned with his hands, and two of the Mexican beau from that first day we met up appeared out of a dark nook.

Grabbing me by the waistline, dude somersaulting me over on my belly, and drags me back to where my pubes were just at the end of the table. The two mexi dudes then each grab me by each wrist, and in second base had me shackled to the far recess of the table. Before I could react, the main nigrify buster 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 firmly crashing slap on my right hand ass face. I let out a yelp like a puppy, and they all just chuckle some more. sheik then walks around to the middle of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his pegleg off to each side, ( it was only about 2'wide ) with his prick and pubes right hand in my face. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging soft, this was by far the boastful spell of gist I had ever seen -- -even in pornography. I start to struggle a bit in the chains, but movement was only a twosome of column inch. He rescript one of the Mexican guy cable to add a strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the table, to keep me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy-coated blond hair, and yanking my psyche upwards, hyperflexing my neck, he spits into my typeface, and staring me steely in the oculus murmur"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of black tool in ur cunt dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the concatenation, knowing it would do no good. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a marathon. The breathing caused me to get light headed, then dude stuck his fingerbreadth into my backtalk. Gawd—even his middle finger must hold 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 want that. Then he rammed the digit down to the book binding of my pharynx, causing me to almost cash in one's chips up. Another chortle, and dude just says"ya that 's pretty dependable white-boi, now let 's try something a bit grown ”.

With that he forces my lip give, then delivers his already half hard dick into my mouth. He was super thick, and he completely filled my sassing. He slaps me again, this prison term to the position of my point."sucking up white-boi, it aint goin in easygoing. I began to suck up on dudes enormous blacken dick with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my lip, he began to harden up, and now I could finger his monster working it 's way down my throat. I began to see blue battery-acid, and got more dizzy in the action. Tightening the hold on my hair, dude continues to plump his ever swelling cock into my throat, with each stab becoming more hard to take up than the last. I began to gag and choke up, and prig started pouring from my nose, along with tears from my eyes. buster 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 nerve with his enormous hand, and gap me surface."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hairy ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican swell walk around to tick out the vista, 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 reply"You got ta find it with ur tongue ”. Dude gives me another hard smack to my ass, and I 'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican beau pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll find that hole for ya"beau grins, and steps back and allows the Mexican dude to come in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and dives in, full moon mouth. He munches me out with a febricity, with his olfactory organ buried right at the top of my crack, then pushes his strong tongue rightfield into my hairy jock hole."Oh damm boss, this white-boi is good"he exclaims as he continues eating out my advanced greasy hole.

Finally chief dude decides he 's cook. Pushing the Mexican dude to the incline, he drops a big wad of spit and snot right on my hole. Grabbing me again by the waist—his hands were so huge that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he slams it in—all 13"of thick, fateful, throbbing horse cock, to the hilt. As every muscle in my eubstance flexes, I feel a rush to my heading, and I go cold. sheik shank no time in retrieving his monumental fucking pin to the top of my gob, then, slams it again. I let out a banshee shout at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the irons of course of instruction did no good. I begged dude to stop—I just could n't take it. My head was spinning out of control, and more dark acid in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the digit -- - battery-acid !

Almost passing out now, swell picks up the pace, and starts slamming my athlete hole with fully dead body weight in rapid thrusts. I just went limp. The energy and ability to fight back were gone, and I was now just a hot objet d'art of meat at the mercy of 13"of loggerheaded contraband dick. Later, one of the Mexican hombre said my gob was stretched to about the size of a half dollar, and my ass lips rolled open and closed with each in and out knife thrust like a rubber being rolled over ace dick.

I had closed my eyes now, and was barely conscious. As buster continued the assault on my ass, I could find his monumental turncock 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. gallant 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 quick brutal plunges into my guts, and then unloads. He cums up my ass yelling himself, like he had been shot. The two Mexican swell were standing nearby, speechless. clotheshorse continues to slam, 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 monolithic cock from my muddle."DAMM—that 's a haphazard white-boi -- -I done fucked his darn UP"

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

As adept I could, I sucked his detritus, and the gook from my greasy ass from his dick. I squirmished at the taste, but washed him good with my tongue and mouthpiece. As he began to finally get soft again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my mouth. Finally relaxing my muscular tissue, and returning to a more pattern external respiration, dude decides to deliver the 'final rinse'Before I could relax, he spills his massive flow of pee-pee straight down my throat, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to scarper, but to no help. He continued filling my belly with his tight whiskey and cocaine flavored piss, and I tried to pitter-patter out more than I swallowed.

At long last, dude finally jumps off the tabular array, and motion for the Mexican dude to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him mumble"get him some milk ”. The Mexi dude returns in a instant with a improbable glass of Milk River, and my clothes. I just kinda look at the Milk, and the clotheshorse offers"keeps you from getting sick from the puddle"I raise an brow, and chug down the milk.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the lacing of my PF Flyers, dude payoff with a opus 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 title 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 screw outta here ”. I asked him would it be ok if I went and picked up Cole—could n't drive the wheel and jeep both by myself. He said it was ok, but hurry the fuck up—they be waiting for the poop in Tyler.

I leave at once to call up Cole, and explained what had happened over the last couple of minute."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a penchant of your own medicament huh"? I glare over at Cole and arrogantly respond"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my house, Im gon na present some more practice of medicine right field up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a special bringing"

rear at the the skinny dudes theater, I grab the smoke, 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 pee. Ya -- -- -totally fucking worth it .