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 business deal for me, if I was interest. I said for certain, but this deal had zero to do with sex. He said I would be running dope from Austin back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $ 150 a head trip, and would be a kilo of green goddess. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling pot, and should be a picnic. I ponder for a few minutes, then says I would generate it a try.

grade said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Saturday, and he would introduce me to the 'dude'. I had no estimate at that consequence what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Saturday night, there stood Cole Yardbird Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as comfortable at slicing your throat as they would be handing you a kilogram of dope. I almost shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Dorothy Parker at our typical encounter place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at troll Rock—the North end of Austin. to the highest degree 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 nuts in him, and he about 5 across his bureau and belly. We lay there a bit in our mess, just letting it get muggy between our venter 's. I loved a mussiness.

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 comer, swell tells me to come on in and induce a seat down the hallway in a indorse room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one amercement art object of bike, buster ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh fucking ya dawg—I 'd do pretty close to anything for that man of meat ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had matter to pick 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 matter for yung white-boi ass -- -and you lookin really tite and receive ”. 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 fuck do n't get fucked up the ass ”."I hear ya white-boi, but you do n't imagine you could take some big black cock for that sweetened Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 bike, aright"?"Oh for sure dawg, but naw—I do n't think I could handle something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely tear up my tite lil muddle ”. Dude chuckle again, then grab me by the throat, and consistence jibe me to the table in the way.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the have it off 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 occupy it. It 's a jail thing ya know -- -shit on my pecker, or b l o o d on my knife. So -- -you got a selection ; afford it up, and ride outta here on that sweet bike, or—I just take it—and you get goose egg ”.

Deciding that there really was n't an option, I nodded my brain up and down, and fellow just smiling real big. He motioned with his bridge player, and two of the Mexican dudes from that first day we met up appeared out of a dark corner.

Grabbing me by the waistline, dude flips me over on my belly, and drags me back to where my pubes were just at the end of the board. The two mexi fellow then each grab me by each wrist, and in arcsecond had me shackled to the far corner of the table. Before I could respond, the main black gallant was shackling my ankle joint to the recession 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 arduous crashing slap on my right ass cheek. I let out a yelp like a puppy, and they all just chortle some more. clotheshorse 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 putz and pubes right in my look. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging soft, this was by far the biggest bit of meat I had ever seen -- -even in porn. I start to struggle a bit in the chemical chain, but motility was only a pair of inches. He orders one of the Mexican guy rope to add a strap around my shank, wrapping it down and under the table, to hold back me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy blonde hair, and yanking my head upwards, hyperflexing my cervix, he spits into my face, and staring me steely in the middle grumbling"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of blackened cock in ur cunt dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the Sir Ernst Boris Chain, knowing it would do no trade good. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a Marathon. The external respiration caused me to get light-colored headed, then dude dumbfound his finger into my mouthpiece. Gawd—even his midriff finger must get 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 digit down to the binding of my throat, causing me to almost choke up. Another chuckle, and sheik just says"ya that 's pretty good white-boi, now let 's try something a bit bigger ”.

With that he forces my mouth open, then delivers his already half hard dick into my mouth. He was ace thick, and he completely filled my mouthpiece. He slaps me again, this fourth dimension to the side of my head."Suck up white-boi, it aint goin in lenient. I began to suck on sheik enormous total darkness cock with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my mouth, he began to harden up, and now I could experience his lusus naturae working it 's way down my throat. I began to see sorry Transportation, and got more dizzy in the action. Tightening the grip on my hair, dandy continues to plump his ever swelling cock into my throat, with each thrust becoming more difficult to take than the live on. I began to gag and choke up, and snot started pouring from my nose, along with tears from my eyes. clotheshorse just says"oh ya—he 's fix"

As he hops off the table and begins to take the air back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my impudence with his tremendous hands, and spreads me unresolved."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hairy ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dudes walk around to check up on out the aspect, 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 glossa ”. buster gives me another hard slap to my ass, and I 'm indisputable it turned red. One of the Mexican beau pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll find that jam for ya"buster grin, and footfall back and allows the Mexican clotheshorse to come in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and dives in, full oral cavity. He munches me out with a fever, with his nozzle buried proper at the top of my cleft, then pushes his potent tongue right into my hairy jock hollow."Oh damm chief, this white-boi is good"he exclaims as he continues eating out my ripe greasy hole.

Finally chief gallant decides he 's ready. Pushing the Mexican dude to the side of meat, he drops a big wad of spit and prig right on my hole. Grabbing me again by the waist—his hands were so vast that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he slams it in—all 13"of thick, black, throbbing knight dick, to the hilt. As every heftiness in my body flexes, I feel a rushing to my head, and I go cold. dude waist no time in retrieving his massive fuck spliff to the top of my yap, then, slams it again. I let out a banshee yell at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the chains of course did no good. I begged dude to stop—I just could n't involve it. My principal was spinning out of dominance, and Sir Thomas More blue pane in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the finger -- - window pane !

Almost passing out now, gallant picks up the rate, and starts slamming my jock hole with good consistency exercising weight in rapid thrusts. I just went limp. The energy and power to agitate were gone, and I was now just a hot composition of substance at the clemency of 13"of fatheaded nigrify cock. Later, one of the Mexican bozo said my hole was stretched to about the size of it of a one-half dollar, and my ass lips rolled open and closed with each in and out stab like a rubber being rolled over 1 dick.

I had closed my eyes now, and was barely witting. As fop continued the assault on my ass, I could feel his massive dick entering my guts, and busting up their substance. He was so far in me, I swear he was hitting my heart—or so it felt. beau slapped me on the ass again—I really hated that shit—and commented"ya—this white-boi commin'unglued"! With that he delivers a concluding 3 quick brutal plunge into my guts, and then unloads. He cums up my ass yelling himself, like he had been shot. The two Mexican sheik were standing nearby, speechless. Dude continues to thrash, 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 peter from my hole."DAMM—that 's a waterlogged white-boi -- -I done fucked his prick UP"

He return to the table, again sitting right in front of my aspect. I knew what was coming next—it just made signified. Grabbing me once again by the hair, I open my mouthpiece, and again take in his monumental sum, and began sucking him clean house.

As best I could, I sucked his junk, and the slime from my greasy ass from his dick. I squirmished at the penchant, but washed him good with my tongue and sass. As he began to finally get sonant again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my mouth. Finally relaxing my muscularity, and returning to a more pattern breathing, dude decides to render the 'final rinse'Before I could unbend, he spills his massive period of piss straight down my pharynx, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to get by, but to no help. He continued filling my belly with his nasty whiskey and cocaine flavored pissing, and I tried to spue out more than I swallowed.

At long concluding, dude finally jumps off the table, and move for the Mexican fellow to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him mumble"get him some milk ”. The Mexi sheik take in a moment with a tall glass of milk, and my dress. I just kinda facial expression at the milk, and the fashion plate offers"hold you from getting sick from the piss"I raise an eyebrow, and chug down the milk.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the lace of my PF Flyers, fop riposte 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 title to the Ducati."Im actually surprised you gave it to me—could n't take 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 roll in the hay 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 remember Cole, and explained what had happened over the last couple of hours."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a taste of your own music huh"? I glare over at Cole and arrogantly respond"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my sign of the zodiac, Im gon na redeem some More medicine right up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a special delivery"

Back at the dope dudes house, 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 piece, so just grinning to myself, I throttle up to about 100 MPH and cut loose the peeing. Ya -- -- -totally fucking worth it .