New jockstrap 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 deal for me, if I was concerned. I said for certain, but this deal had aught to do with sex. He said I would be running dope from Austin back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $ 150 a slip, and would be a kg of dope. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling gage, and should be a zephyr. I ponder for a few instant, then says I would give it a try.

Mark said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Saturday, and he would innovate me to the 'dude'. I had no thought at that bit what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Saturday night, there stood Cole Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as comfortable at slicing your pharynx as they would be handing you a kilo of skunk. I almost shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Dorothy Parker at our typical meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at turn Rock—the northward 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 bureau and belly. We lay there a bit in our mickle, just letting it get viscous between our venter 's. I loved a sight.

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 arrival, clotheshorse tells me to total on in and have a place down the hallway in a back elbow room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one fine piece of cycle, dandy ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh fuck ya dawg—I 'd do pretty fill up to anything for that slice of meat ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting choice of words."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot piece 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 respond"well thanx fro the compliment clotheshorse, 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 take some big sinister putz 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 manage something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely snap up my tite lil cakehole ”. Dude chuckle again, then seize me by the throat, and body slams me to the table in the room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the shag man"! Laughing again, 'dude'replies,"ok white-boi, it 's like this. When I see sompin I like, I bargain for it. If the deal do n't work—then I just take it. It 's a jail thing ya know -- -shit on my prick, or b l o o d on my knife. So -- -you got a choice ; hold it up, and mount 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 question up and down, and dude just grin real big. He motioned with his hands, and two of the Mexican dudes from that initiative day we met up appeared out of a dark quoin.

Grabbing me by the waist, dude pass me over on my belly, and drop behind me back to where my pubic bone were just at the end of the mesa. The two mexi fellow then each snap me by each wrist, and in seconds had me shackled to the far niche of the table. Before I could react, 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 hard crashing slap on my right ass cheek. I let out a yelping like a puppy, and they all just chortle some more. dude then walks around to the midsection of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his branch off to each English, ( it was only about 2'encompassing ) with his dick and pubes right in my face. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging flabby, this was by far the biggest while of essence I had ever seen -- -even in porno. I start to struggle a bit in the chains, but movement was only a brace of inch. He fiat one of the Mexican bozo to add a shoulder strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the tabular array, to retain me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy blond hairsbreadth, and yanking my top dog upwards, hyperflexing my cervix, he spits into my nerve, and staring me steely in the center mutters"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of lightlessness stopcock in ur snatch dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the mountain chain, knowing it would do no serious. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a battle of Marathon. The external respiration caused me to get light headed, then dude pose his finger into my mouth. Gawd—even his heart finger must have been 9"long."Suck it up, white-boi"I did as told and began sucking on his huge thick finger, wondering why he would need that. Then he rammed the finger down to the rachis of my throat, causing me to almost choke up. Another chuckle, and fop just says"ya that 's pretty proficient white-boi, now let 's try something a bit braggy ”.

With that he forces my sassing open, then delivers his already half hard pecker into my oral fissure. He was exceedingly midst, and he completely filled my mouth. He slaps me again, this time to the incline of my head word."sucking up white-boi, it aint goin in easygoing. I began to fellate on fellow enormous pitch-dark cock with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my mouth, he began to harden up, and now I could feel his monster working it 's way down my pharynx. I began to see blue dots, and got Thomas More dizzy in the natural process. Tightening the adhesive friction on my hair, clotheshorse continues to plummet his ever swelling cock into my throat, with each thrusting becoming more difficult to take than the last. I began to gag and choke up, and snot started pouring from my nozzle, along with tears from my eyes. Dude just says"oh ya—he 's quick"

As he hops off the mesa and begins to take the air back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my nerve with his tremendous hands, and spreads me spread out."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hairy ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican clotheshorse walk around to check out the survey, 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 dumb ”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply"You got ta find it with ur knife ”. Dude gives me another hard slap to my ass, and I 'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican fop pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll find that hole for ya"buster grins, and steps back and allows the Mexican swell to come in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and dives in, wide-cut sassing. He munches me out with a pyrexia, with his olfactory organ buried right-hand at the top of my crack, then pushes his strong tongue right into my hairy jock muddle."Oh damm boss, this white-boi is good"he exclaims as he continues eating out my ripe greasy hole.

Finally master beau decides he 's gear up. Pushing the Mexican dude to the side, he drops a big wad of spit and snot right on my kettle of fish. 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, black, throbbing cavalry cock, to the hilt. As every muscle in my torso flexes, I feel a bang to my foreland, and I go cold. Dude shank no metre in retrieving his massive fuck marijuana cigarette to the top of my hole, then, slams it again. I let out a banshee yell at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the mountain range of course did no good. I begged dude to stop—I just could n't take it. My head was spinning out of ascendance, and Thomas More blue dots in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the finger -- - Elvis !

Almost passing out now, fashion plate picks up the pace, and starts slamming my athletic supporter mess with full body exercising weight in rapid thrusts. I just went limp. The push and ability to struggle were gone, and I was now just a hot piece of meat at the mercy of 13"of thick pitch-dark cock. Later, one of the Mexican cat said my hole was stretched to about the size of a half dollar mark, and my ass lips rolled unfold and closed with each in and out poke like a rubber being rolled over unity dick.

I had closed my eyes now, and was barely witting. As dude continued the Assault on my ass, I could experience his massive prick entering my guts, and busting up their contentedness. 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 net 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 dude were standing nearby, speechless. Dude continues to flap down, 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 turncock from my hollow."DAMM—that 's a sloppy white-boi -- -I done fucked his shit UP"

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

As best I could, I sucked his debris, and the gook from my greasy ass from his shaft. I squirmished at the gustatory perception, but washed him good with my lingua and sass. As he began to finally get soft again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my mouth. Finally relaxing my sinew, and returning to a more normal respiration, dude decides to fork up the 'final rinse'Before I could decompress, he spills his massive flow of piss straight down my throat, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to escape, but to no avail. He continued filling my venter with his filthy whiskey and cocaine flavored urine, and I tried to spit out out more than I swallowed.

At long last, dude finally jumps off the table, and apparent motion for the Mexican dudes to unchain me while he disappears out of the way. I hear him mumble"get him some milk ”. The Mexi dude recurrence in a bit with a tall glass of Milk, and my apparel. I just kinda look at the milk, and the gallant offers"donjon you from getting sick from the micturate"I raise an brow, and chug down the Milk.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the laces of my PF Flyers, buster tax return 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 to the Ducati."Im actually surprised you gave it to me—could n't get 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 ass 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 dummy in Tyler.

I leave at once to recall Cole, and explained what had happened over the last couple of minute."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a taste of your own medicine huh"? I glare over at colewort and arrogantly respond"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my house, Im gon na deliver some more medicine right up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a peculiar legal transfer"

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 President Tyler. Blasting down the interstate it occurred to me that I had n't pissed in a patch, so just grinning to myself, I throttle up to about 100 MPH and cut loose the pee. Ya -- -- -totally fucking worth it .