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

About 10:30 there was a knock at the door."What the fuck"It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new great deal for me, if I was concerned. I said sure, but this deal had nothing to do with sex. He said I would be running booby 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 grass, and should be a pushover. I ponder for a few second, then says I would hold it a try.

Mark said he would tantalise with me down to Austin this coming Saturday, and he would innovate me to the 'dude'. I had no theme at that moment what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Sat night, there stood kail Dorothy Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as well-situated at slicing your throat as they would be handing you a kilo of dope. I almost shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Parker at our typical get together place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at round of golf Rock—the Union 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 good deal, just letting it get awkward between our paunch 's. I loved a mess.

So at check-out I said I would see him later, needed to get on over to 'dudes'sign to pick up this weeks bale of dope. On arrival, dude William Tell me to do on in and take in a seat down the hallway in a back room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one fine piece of bike, dude ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh roll in the hay ya dawg—I 'd do pretty close up to anything for that piece of meat ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting selection of words."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot piece of centre myself"!

"Uhhh, whatta mean bro"? Acting coy."Oh see—I kinda got ta affair for yung white-boi ass -- -and you lookin really tite and call for ”. I flash a big grin, and just respond"well thanx fro the compliment dude, but I ai n't gay or nothin, and sure as shtup do n't get fucked up the ass ”."I hear ya white-boi, but you do n't think you could take some big black cock for that sweet Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 bike, right"?"Oh for sure dawg, but naw—I do n't call back I could cover something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely rupture up my tite lil hole ”. Dude chuckles again, then grabs me by the pharynx, and body slams me to the board in the 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 take it. It 's a incarcerate thing ya know -- -shit on my cock, or b l o o d on my tongue. So -- -you got a selection ; give it up, and depend on outta here on that scented bike, or—I just take it—and you get nothing ”.

Deciding that there really was n't an pick, I nodded my head up and down, and dude just grin tangible big. He motioned with his hands, and two of the Mexican gallant from that first day we met up appeared out of a dark corner.

Grabbing me by the waistline, dude somersaulting me over on my belly, and sweep me back to where my pubic region were just at the end of the table. The two mexi beau then each grab me by each wrist joint, and in second gear had me shackled to the far corners of the table. Before I could react, the main Black person dude was shackling my ankle to the street 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 difficult crashing smack on my right ass impertinence. 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 legs off to each side, ( it was only about 2'wide ) with his dick and pubes rightfield in my face. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging mild, this was by far the bragging spell of substance I had ever seen -- -even in porno. I start to scramble a bit in the mountain chain, but movement was only a span of inches. He orders one of the Mexican guys to add a shoulder strap around my waistline, wrapping it down and under the mesa, to keep me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy-coated blond tomentum, 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 pitch-black cock in ur cunt dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the chain, knowing it would do no right. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a marathon. The breathing caused me to get fall headed, then dude pose his finger into my mouth. Gawd—even his halfway finger must have been 9"long."Suck it up, white-boi"I did as told and began sucking on his huge midst finger, wondering why he would want that. Then he rammed the fingerbreadth down to the binding of my throat, causing me to almost congest up. Another chuckle, and dude just says"ya that 's pretty unspoiled white-boi, now let 's try something a bit swelled ”.

With that he forces my mouth open, then delivers his already half hard tool into my mouth. He was super midst, and he completely filled my oral cavity. He slaps me again, this sentence to the slope of my read/write head."sucking up white-boi, it aint goin in soft. I began to suck on dudes enormous black cock with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my sassing, he began to harden up, and now I could finger his behemoth working it 's way down my pharynx. I began to see puritanic dots, and got more dizzy in the action. Tightening the clench on my hair, dude continues to plummet his ever swelling cock into my throat, with each push becoming more hard to take than the last. I began to gag and croak up, and snot started pouring from my nose, along with rent from my heart. gallant just says"oh ya—he 's ready"

As he hops off the mesa and begins to take the air back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my boldness with his tremendous hands, and spreads me open."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hirsute ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dudes walk around to hold 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 hole, it 's so impenetrable ”. I smirked, and sarcastically answer"You got ta find it with ur tongue ”. dandy gives me another surd slap to my ass, and I 'm trusted it turned red. One of the Mexican fashion plate pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll happen that hole for ya"fashion plate smile, and steps back and allows the Mexican dude to derive in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and dive in, full phase of the moon mouthpiece. He munches me out with a febrility, with his nozzle buried right wing at the top of my snap, then pushes his inviolable tongue right hand into my hairy jock pickle."Oh damm foreman, this white-boi is good"he exclaims as he continues eating out my ripe oily hole.

Finally master gallant decides he 's set up. Pushing the Mexican dude to the side, he drops a big wad of spit and prig right on my pickle. 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, pitch-black, throbbing buck shaft, to the hilt. As every brawn in my body flexes, I feel a rush to my head, and I go insensate. gallant waist no prison term in retrieving his monolithic fuck pin to the top of my hole, then, slams it again. I let out a banshie yell at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the Sir Ernst Boris Chain of course did no good. I begged beau to stop—I just could n't study it. My head was spinning out of restraint, and Sir Thomas More blue dots in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the digit -- - battery-acid !

Almost passing out now, dude picks up the stride, and starts slamming my athletic supporter hole with wide body weight in speedy jabbing. I just went limp. The energy and ability to defend were gone, and I was now just a hot piece of meat at the mercy of 13"of thick black tool. Later, one of the Mexican cat said my hole was stretched to about the size of a half dollar, and my ass lip rolled open and closed with each in and out thrust like a rubber being rolled over ones dick.

I had closed my eyes now, and was barely conscious. As clotheshorse continued the assault on my ass, I could feel his monolithic dick 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. swell 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 warm brutal dip into my sand, 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 bang, and unload his thick goo into the depths of my ass. Still fucking, the goo and ass slim began to leak out out of my ass, and he finally yanks his massive tool from my muddle."DAMM—that 's a sloppy white-boi -- -I done fucked his diddly UP"

He rejoin to the table, again sitting right in front of my face. I knew what was coming next—it just made sense. Grabbing me once again by the hair, I open my mouth, and again direct in his monumental center, and began sucking him clean.

As best I could, I sucked his dust, and the slime from my greasy ass from his prick. I squirmished at the taste, but washed him honest with my spit and back talk. As he began to finally get soft again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my backtalk. Finally relaxing my muscular tissue, and returning to a more pattern breathing, dude decides to hand over the 'final rinse'Before I could slacken, he spills his massive period of peeing straight down my pharynx, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to escape, but to no avail. He continued filling my belly with his smutty whiskey and cocain flavored urine, and I tried to patter out Thomas More than I swallowed.

At long last, dude finally jumps off the table, and movement for the Mexican dudes to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him mumble"get him some milk ”. The Mexi buster issue in a present moment with a tall chicken feed of Milk River, and my apparel. I just kinda feeling at the Milk River, and the gallant offers"keeps you from getting sick from the piss"I raise an eyebrow, and chug down the Milk River.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the lacing of my PF Flyers, gallant 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 championship to the Ducati."Im actually surprised you gave it to me—could n't make 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 piece of tail 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 boob in Tyler.

I leave at once to find Cole, and explained what had happened over the live on couple of hours."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 home, Im gon na deliver some more medicament right up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a special delivery"

Back at the locoweed dudes theatre, 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 highway 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 .