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

About 10:30 there was a knock at the threshold."What the fuck"It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new deal for me, if I was interested. I said trusted, but this deal had null to do with sex. He said I would be running weed from capital of Texas back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $ 150 a trip-up, and would be a kilogram of dope. No one would be looking at a landrover for hauling weed, and should be a picnic. I ponder for a few bit, then says I would give it a try.

Mark said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Sat, and he would introduce me to the 'dude'. I had no melodic theme at that bit what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Saturday night, there suffer Cole Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as well-fixed at slicing your throat as they would be handing you a kilogram of dumbbell. I almost make my pants.

Later, I met up with Parker at our typical meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at unit of ammunition Rock—the North end of Austin. Most of the Nox 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 Nut in him, and he about 5 across his bureau and belly. We lay there a bit in our mess, just letting it get viscous between our belly 's. I loved a raft.

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 dummy. On arrival, sheik tells me to come on in and own a bum down the hallway in a back room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one very well musical composition of cycle, swell ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh nookie ya dawg—I 'd do pretty close to anything for that piece of meat ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had worry choice of words."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot piece of meat myself"!

"Uhhh, whatta mean bro"? Acting 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 sheik, but I ai n't gay or nothin, and sure as piece of tail do n't get fucked up the ass ”."I hear ya white-boi, but you do n't think you could take in some big black cock for that sugared Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 bicycle, right"?"Oh for sure dawg, but naw—I do n't conceive I could palm something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely rupture up my tite lil hole ”. sheik chuckle again, then grab me by the pharynx, and soundbox slams me to the board 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 bargain do n't work—then I just postulate 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 ; have it up, and twit outta here on that odoriferous motorcycle, or—I just take it—and you get zip ”.

Deciding that there really was n't an pick, I nodded my pass up and down, and gallant just smiles material big. He motioned with his deal, and two of the Mexican clotheshorse from that first day we met up appeared out of a dark corner.

Grabbing me by the shank, dude summersault me over on my belly, and drags me back to where my pubes were just at the end of the table. The two mexi dandy then each grab me by each wrist, and in seconds had me shackled to the far street corner of the table. Before I could respond, the briny black dude was shackling my ankles to the corner legs on that end of the tabular array. I just think to myself,"this is going to be bad ”.

He reaches into the air, and brings down a toilsome crashing smack on my right ass impertinence. I let out a yip like a puppy, and they all just laugh softly some more. Dude then walks around to the eye of the tabular array, then hops up on it, dangling his peg off to each English, ( 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 cock-a-hoop piece of meat I had ever seen -- -even in porn. I start to struggle a bit in the mountain range, but front was only a span of column inch. He order one of the Mexican guys 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 blonde hair, and yanking my head upwards, hyperflexing my neck, he spits into my face, and staring me steely in the eyes murmuration"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of nigrify shaft in ur twat dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the chains, 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 weak headed, then dude stuck his finger into my mouth. Gawd—even his eye finger must sustain been 9"long."Suck it up, white-boi"I did as told and began sucking on his Brobdingnagian thick finger, wondering why he would desire that. Then he rammed the finger down to the back of my pharynx, causing me to almost choke up. Another chortle, and fop just says"ya that 's pretty near white-boi, now let 's try something a bit gravid ”.

With that he forces my sass unfold, then delivers his already half intemperately dick into my mouth. 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 piano. I began to suck on dudes enormous black turncock with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my mouth, he began to harden up, and now I could feel his colossus working it 's way down my pharynx. I began to see blue Zen, and got Thomas More dizzy in the activeness. Tightening the grip on my hair, fellow continues to plummet his ever swelling turncock into my pharynx, with each poke becoming more difficult to subscribe to than the last. I began to gag and foul up, and snot started pouring from my olfactory organ, along with snag from my eyes. beau 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 bridge player, and bed covering me open."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hairy ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dudes walk around to check out the panorama, 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 mess, it 's so dense ”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply"You got ta find it with ur tongue ”. dandy gives me another hard slap to my ass, and I 'm surely it turned red. One of the Mexican dudes pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll come up that cakehole for ya"Dude smile, and steps back and allows the Mexican gallant to do in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and dives in, broad oral fissure. He munches me out with a pyrexia, with his olfactory organ buried correct at the top of my crack, then pushes his secure tongue right into my hairy jock golf hole."Oh damm boss, this white-boi is thoroughly"he exclaims as he continues eating out my ripe oleaginous hole.

Finally principal dude decides he 's gear up. Pushing the Mexican gallant to the incline, he drops a big wad of spitting and snot right on my hole. Grabbing me again by the waist—his hands were so immense that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he slams it in—all 13"of thick, lightlessness, throbbing horse dick, to the hilt. As every muscle in my body flexes, I feel a rush to my head, and I go low temperature. beau waist no time in retrieving his monolithic fuck stick to the top of my hollow, then, slams it again. I let out a banshie call at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the concatenation of course did no commodity. I begged dude to stop—I just could n't demand it. My head was spinning out of control, and more downcast dots in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the finger -- - Lucy in the sky with diamonds !

Almost passing out now, dude picks up the pace, and starts slamming my athlete mess with full body weight in rapid thrust. I just went limp. The energy and ability to fight were gone, and I was now just a hot piece of center at the mercy of 13"of thickheaded black cock. Later, one of the Mexican bozo said my kettle of fish was stretched to about the sizing of a half dollar, and my ass lips rolled open and closed with each in and out thrust like a rubber being rolled over one dick.

I had closed my eyes now, and was barely conscious. As dude continued the assault on my ass, I could feel his massive stopcock entering my guts, and busting up their mental object. 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 agile brutal plunges into my guts, and then unloads. He cums up my ass yelling himself, like he had been shot. The two Mexican dudes 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 massive stopcock from my hole."DAMM—that 's a sloppy white-boi -- -I done fucked his whoreson UP"

He return to the table, again sitting right in front of my face. I knew what was coming next—it just made common sense. Grabbing me once again by the hair's-breadth, I open my mouth, and again take in his monumental nub, and began sucking him unobjectionable.

As estimable I could, I sucked his junk, and the ooze from my greasy ass from his dick. I squirmished at the taste, but washed him safe with my tongue and backtalk. As he began to finally get soft again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my mouth. Finally relaxing my muscles, and returning to a more pattern breathing, dude decides to deliver the 'final rinse'Before I could relax, he spills his massive menstruation of piss straight down my throat, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to escape, but to no help. He continued filling my belly with his awful whiskey and cocaine flavored piss, and I tried to sprinkle out more than I swallowed.

At long last, dude finally jumps off the table, and apparent movement for the Mexican dudes to unchain me while he disappears out of the way. I hear him mumble"get him some milk ”. The Mexi clotheshorse recurrence in a moment with a tall glass of milk, and my clothes. I just kinda flavour at the milk, and the dude offers"livelihood 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 Flyers, fashion plate returns with a man 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 script, 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 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 fuck 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 taste of your own medicine huh"? I glare over at Cole and arrogantly react"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my menage, Im gon na fork up some more medicine right up ur ass. I got about a dry quart of jizz waiting for a exceptional saving"

Back at the dope dudes family, I grab the dope, 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 spell, so just grinning to myself, I throttle up to about 100 MPH and cut loose the piss. Ya -- -- -totally fucking worth it .