New supporter 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 deal had nothing to do with sex. He said I would be running smoke 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 piece of cake. I ponder for a few proceedings, then says I would give it a try.

scar said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Sat, and he would inclose me to the 'dude'. I had no idea at that here and now what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Sat night, there stand borecole 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 dumbbell. I almost rat my pants.

Later, I met up with Charles Christopher Parker at our typical meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at Round Rock—the northward end of Austin. nearly 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 mussiness, just letting it get sticky between our stomach '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 cull up this weeks bale of smoke. On arrival, fellow tells me to come on in and consume a seat down the hallway in a game room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one okay piece of bike, dude ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh fuck ya dawg—I 'd do pretty shut down to anything for that piece of kernel ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting selection of Scripture."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot composition of meat myself"!

"Uhhh, whatta mean bro"? playing 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 swell, 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 think you could take some big pitch-dark cock for that sweet Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 bike, right"?"Oh for indisputable dawg, but naw—I do n't think I could deal something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely tear up my tite lil hole ”. Dude chortle again, then catch me by the throat, and body gibe me to the table in the elbow room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the fuck man"! Laughing again, 'dude'replies,"ok white-boi, it 's like this. When I see sompin I like, I bargain for it. If the steal do n't work—then I just take it. It 's a jail affair ya know -- -shit on my putz, or b l o o d on my tongue. So -- -you got a choice ; chip in it up, and depend upon outta here on that unfermented wheel, or—I just take it—and you get nothing ”.

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

Grabbing me by the shank, dude flips me over on my venter, and drags me back to where my loins were just at the end of the table. The two mexi dudes then each grab me by each articulatio radiocarpea, and in seconds had me shackled to the far corners of the table. Before I could react, the main black fashion plate was shackling my articulatio talocruralis to the box 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 justly ass cheek. I let out a yelp like a pup, and they all just chuckle some more. Dude then walks around to the middle of the tabular array, then hops up on it, dangling his legs off to each side, ( it was only about 2'all-encompassing ) with his dick and pubes rightfulness in my face. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging soft, this was by far the biggest art object of meat I had ever seen -- -even in smut. I start to fight a bit in the chains, but movement was only a couple of in. He orders one of the Mexican guys to add a shoulder strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the table, to keep me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy blonde pilus, and yanking my head upwards, hyperflexing my neck, he spits into my cheek, and staring me steely in the oculus mutters"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of black cock in ur cunt dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the irons, 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 idle headed, then dude dumbfound his finger into my mouth. Gawd—even his middle finger must have got 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 back 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 great ”.

With that he forces my mouth open, then delivers his already half intemperate dick into my mouth. He was super thick, and he completely filled my mouth. He slaps me again, this time to the slope of my head."suction up white-boi, it aint goin in easygoing. I began to take up on swell enormous fatal cock with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my mouth, he began to harden up, and now I could palpate his monster working it 's way down my throat. I began to see down in the mouth dots, and got more dizzy in the activeness. Tightening the clench on my hair, dude continues to plummet his ever swelling cock into my pharynx, with each poke becoming more unmanageable to take than the lastly. I began to gag and buy the farm up, and snot started pouring from my nose, along with tears from my optic. fop just says"oh ya—he 's quick"

As he hops off the table and begins to walk back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my cheeks with his tremendous hands, and spreads me opened."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hirsute ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican fashion plate walk around to check out out the view, and each exclaim that they had never seen such a haired ass on a white-boi."I mean fuck—you ca n't even see his hollow, it 's so dim ”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply"You got ta happen it with ur tongue ”. clotheshorse gives me another backbreaking slap to my ass, and I 'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican dudes pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll encounter that hole for ya"Dude grinning, and steps back and allows the Mexican fop to make out in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and diving in, full phase of the moon backtalk. He munches me out with a fever, with his nose buried in good order at the top of my crack, then pushes his strong tongue right into my hairy jock gob."Oh damm boss, this white-boi is good"he exclaims as he continues eating out my ripe sebaceous hole.

Finally master dude decides he 's ready. Pushing the Mexican fellow to the side, he drops a big wad of spit and snot right on my mess. Grabbing me again by the waist—his script were so huge that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he slam it in—all 13"of thick, Shirley Temple Black, throbbing sawhorse shaft, to the hilt. As every muscle in my eubstance flexes, I feel a haste to my head, and I go dusty. Dude waist no sentence in retrieving his massive ass pin to the top of my jam, then, slams it again. I let out a banshee yell at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the chains of line did no trade good. I begged fop to stop—I just could n't take it. My head was spinning out of ascendence, and Sir Thomas More blue dots in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the finger -- - window pane !

Almost passing out now, buster picks up the yard, and starts slamming my jock cakehole with full phase of the moon body weighting in rapid thrusts. I just went limp. The energy and ability to fight were gone, and I was now just a hot piece of heart at the mercifulness of 13"of thickly black rooster. Later, one of the Mexican guy said my golf hole was stretched to about the size of it of a half dollar, and my ass brim rolled open and closed with each in and out stab like a pencil eraser being rolled over unity dick.

I had closed my heart now, and was barely witting. 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. fop 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 fashion plate were standing nearby, speechless. Dude continues to bang, and unlade his midst 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 waterlogged white-boi -- -I done fucked his shit UP"

He generate to the table, again sitting right in front of my face. I knew what was coming next—it just made mother wit. Grabbing me once again by the hair's-breadth, I open my mouth, and again take in his massive meat, and began sucking him plum.

As best I could, I sucked his junk, and the slime from my greasy ass from his cock. I squirmished at the taste, but washed him unspoiled with my clapper and oral fissure. As he began to finally get diffuse again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my back talk. Finally relaxing my muscularity, and returning to a more normal breathing, dude decides to deliver the 'final rinse'Before I could loosen up, he spills his massive flow of urinate straight down my pharynx, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to get away, but to no help. He continued filling my paunch with his tight whiskey and cocaine flavored piss, and I tried to spit out More than I swallowed.

At long last, dude finally jumps off the mesa, and motion for the Mexican dudes to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him mumble"get him some Milk ”. The Mexi fellow counter in a second with a tall glass of Milk River, and my clothes. I just kinda look at the milk, and the dude offers"bread and butter you from getting sick from the wee-wee"I raise an brow, and chug down the milk.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the laces of my PF Flyers, 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 title of respect to the Ducati."Im actually surprised you gave it to me—could n't have got 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 screw 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 shag up—they be waiting for the dope in Tyler.

I leave at once to call back Cole, and explained what had happened over the last mates of time of day."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a taste 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 fork up some more medicine rightfulness up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a especial deliverance"

Back at the dummy dudes mansion, I grab the locoweed, and put it into the jeep with Cole. 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 while, so just grinning to myself, I throttle up to about 100 MPH and cut loose the pee. Ya -- -- -totally fucking worth it .