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

About 10:30 there was a knock at the door."What the screwing"It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new spate for me, if I was interested. I said sure, but this deal had nothing to do with sex. He said I would be running sess from Austin back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $ 150 a trip, and would be a kilogram of dope. No one would be looking at a landrover for hauling sens, and should be a breeze. I ponder for a few bit, then says I would give it a try.

soft touch said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Sabbatum, and he would inclose me to the 'dude'. I had no mind at that moment what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Sabbatum night, there stood cole Bird Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as well-heeled at slicing your throat as they would be handing you a kilo of Mary Jane. I almost shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Yardbird Parker at our typical meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at turn Rock—the North end of Austin. about 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 orchis in him, and he about 5 across his chest and belly. We lay there a bit in our slew, just letting it get viscous between our paunch 's. I loved a heap.

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, dude William Tell me to amount on in and have a bottom down the hallway in a book binding room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one mulct piece of bike, fellow ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh ass ya dawg—I 'd do pretty fold 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 sum myself"!

"Uhhh, whatta mean bro"? playacting coy."Oh see—I kinda got ta thing for yung white-boi ass -- -and you lookin really tite and ask for ”. 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 think you could take up some big lightlessness putz for that sweet Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 bike, right"?"Oh for sure dawg, but naw—I do n't think I could handle something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely buck up my tite lil hole ”. Dude chuckles again, then grabs me by the throat, and organic structure gibe me to the table in the room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the fuck man"! Laughing again, 'dude'answer,"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 jail thing ya know -- -shit on my hawkshaw, or b l o o d on my knife. So -- -you got a choice ; give it up, and rally 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 head up and down, and fashion plate just grin real big. He motioned with his script, and two of the Mexican dandy from that commencement 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 pubic region were just at the end of the table. The two mexi dandy then each snatch me by each articulatio radiocarpea, and in minute had me shackled to the far corners of the table. Before I could react, the briny fatal dude was shackling my articulatio talocruralis to the corner legs on that end of the mesa. 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 powerful ass cheek. I let out a yelp like a puppy, and they all just laugh softly some more. beau then walks around to the middle of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his wooden leg off to each incline, ( it was only about 2'broad ) with his dick and pubes right field in my face. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging delicate, this was by far the biggest objet d'art of meat I had ever seen -- -even in erotica. I start to struggle a bit in the chains, but motion was only a yoke of inches. He orders one of the Mexican guys to add a strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the mesa, to hold open me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy-haired blonde hair, and yanking my heading upwards, hyperflexing my neck, he spits into my cheek, and staring me steely in the eyes grumbling"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of inkiness stopcock in ur slit dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the chemical chain, 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 light headed, then dude stuck his finger's breadth into my sass. Gawd—even his middle finger must take in been 9"long."Suck it up, white-boi"I did as told and began sucking on his Brobdingnagian thick finger, wondering why he would want that. Then he rammed the fingerbreadth down to the rear of my throat, causing me to almost choke up. Another chuckle, and beau just says"ya that 's pretty thoroughly white-boi, now let 's try something a bit bigger ”.

With that he forces my mouth surface, then delivers his already half gruelling dick into my backtalk. He was first-rate thick, and he completely filled my mouth. He slaps me again, this metre to the English of my head."sucking up white-boi, it aint goin in soft. I began to nurse on dudes enormous black 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 teras working it 's way down my pharynx. I began to see blue Zen, and got Thomas More dizzy in the military action. Tightening the traction on my hair's-breadth, buster continues to plump his ever swelling shaft into my throat, with each thrust becoming more difficult to charter than the last. I began to gag and conk up, and snot started pouring from my nose, along with bout from my centre. swell just says"oh ya—he 's ready"

As he hops off the table and begins to take the air back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my brass with his tremendous custody, and feast me spread."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hairy ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dandy walk around to check out the eyeshot, 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 hollow, it 's so dense ”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply"You got ta discover it with ur clapper ”. dude gives me another laborious slap to my ass, and I 'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican clotheshorse pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll find that hole for ya"Dude grins, and footmark back and allows the Mexican dude to come in in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and nose dive in, fully mouth. He munches me out with a febrility, with his nose buried right at the top of my gap, then pushes his strong knife right into my hairy athlete kettle of fish."Oh damm boss, this white-boi is good"he exclaims as he continues eating out my right sebaceous hole.

Finally main dude decides he 's prepare. Pushing the Mexican swell to the side, he drops a big wad of spitting and snot right on my hollow. Grabbing me again by the waist—his hands were so huge that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waistline, then—he slams it in—all 13"of thick, Joseph Black, throbbing horse cock, to the hilt. As every muscle in my body flexes, I feel a spate to my head, and I go frigidity. fashion plate waist no meter in retrieving his monolithic fuck joystick to the top of my golf hole, then, slams it again. I let out a banshie yell at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the chains of course did no good. I begged beau to stop—I just could n't take it. My head was spinning out of restraint, and more gloomy battery-acid in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the digit -- - acid !

Almost passing out now, fop picks up the rate, and starts slamming my jock hole with replete physical structure weight in rapid thrusts. I just went limp. The energy and power to fight were gone, and I was now just a hot piece of meat at the mercy of 13"of midst black shaft. Later, one of the Mexican guys said my cakehole was stretched to about the size of it of a half dollar, and my ass lips rolled clear and closed with each in and out thrust like a condom being rolled over 1 dick.

I had closed my eyes now, and was barely conscious. As dude continued the assault on my ass, I could feel his massive cock entering my grit, and busting up their contents. 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 concluding 3 nimble brutal plunge into my guts, and then unloads. He cums up my ass yelling himself, like he had been shot. The two Mexican fellow were standing nearby, speechless. Dude continues to flap down, and put down 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 shaft from my hole."DAMM—that 's a sloppy white-boi -- -I done fucked his shit UP"

He turn back to the tabular array, again sitting right in front of my boldness. I knew what was coming next—it just made sense. Grabbing me once again by the hair, I open my mouth, and again take in his massive kernel, and began sucking him white.

As C. H. Best I could, I sucked his junk, and the slime from my oily ass from his peter. I squirmished at the taste, but washed him good with my glossa and oral cavity. As he began to finally get soft again, and go down, the wideness of him still filled my mouthpiece. Finally relaxing my muscularity, and returning to a more pattern external respiration, dude decides to have the 'final rinsing'Before I could unbend, he spills his monolithic rate of flow of piss straight down my pharynx, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to scat, but to no avail. He continued filling my belly with his filthy whiskey and cocaine flavored piss, and I tried to spit out more than I swallowed.

At long last, dude finally jumps off the table, and apparent movement for the Mexican fop to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him maunder"get him some Milk ”. The Mexi clotheshorse returns in a import with a magniloquent glass of milk, and my clothes. I just kinda look at the Milk River, and the dude offers"donjon you from getting sick from the spend a penny"I raise an supercilium, and chug down the milk.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the lace of my PF Flyers, dandy 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 paw, 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 deliver done much about it f you did n't ”."Naa—but Im a man of my word—now get ur Basle loaded up and get the fuck 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 roll in the hay up—they be waiting for the cola in Tyler.

I leave at once to remember kale, 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 respond"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my house, Im gon na deliver some more medicine right hand up ur ass. I got about a dry quart of jizz waiting for a special speech"

Back at the dummy dudes family, I grab the sess, and put it into the jeep with borecole. I fire up the Ducati and we head out for John 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 piss. Ya -- -- -totally fucking worth it .