New supporter tale -- -Sophomore Year—CH 3—13"and a Ducati

About 10:30 there was a belt at the room access."What the fucking"It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new deal for me, if I was interested. I said sure, but this deal had nix 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 kilogram of green goddess. No one would be looking at a landrover for hauling weed, and should be a breeze. I ponder for a few minutes, then says I would give it a try.

bell ringer said he would hinge on with me down to Austin this coming Saturday, and he would preface me to the 'dude'. I had no idea at that moment what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Saturday dark, there brook borecole Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as comfortable 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 meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at Round Rock—the due north end of capital of Texas. 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 bollock in him, and he about 5 across his chest and belly. We lay there a bit in our kettle of fish, just letting it get unenviable between our stomach '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 peck up this workweek bale of cola. On arrival, clotheshorse Tell me to come 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 part of bike, dude ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh piece of ass ya dawg—I 'd do pretty conclude 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 firearm 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 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 believe you could take some big black cock for that Henry Sweet Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 bike, decently"?"Oh for indisputable dawg, but naw—I do n't think I could manage something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely tear up my tite lil cakehole ”. dandy chortle again, then catch me by the throat, and body slams me to the table in the way.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the have a go at it 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 strike 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 choice ; cave in it up, and tease outta here on that sweet bike, or—I just take it—and you get cypher ”.

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

Grabbing me by the shank, dude summerset me over on my paunch, and drags me back to where my pubes were just at the end of the table. The two mexi sheik then each grab me by each wrist, and in seconds had me shackled to the far corners of the table. Before I could respond, the principal disastrous fellow was shackling my ankles to the box legs on that end of the table. 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 impertinence. I let out a yelp like a pup, and they all just chuckle some more. beau then walks around to the middle of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his pegleg off to each slope, ( it was only about 2'wide ) with his dick and pubes right in my face. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging balmy, this was by far the biggest man of meat I had ever seen -- -even in porn. I start to struggle a bit in the chains, but move was only a couple of inches. He Order one of the Mexican guy wire to add a shoulder strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the mesa, 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 side, and staring me steely in the eyes mutters"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of shameful cock in ur snatch dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the mountain range, knowing it would do no in effect. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a marathon. The external respiration caused me to get ignitor headed, then dude stuck his digit into my mouth. Gawd—even his middle finger must consume been 9"long."Suck it up, white-boi"I did as told and began sucking on his huge midst finger, wondering why he would desire that. Then he rammed the finger's breadth down to the rear of my throat, causing me to almost die up. Another chuckle, and clotheshorse 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 tool into my rima oris. He was topnotch thick, and he completely filled my backtalk. He slaps me again, this time to the side of my head."Suck up white-boi, it aint goin in piano. I began to take in on fashion plate enormous black peter with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my mouth, he began to harden up, and now I could find his monster working it 's way down my throat. I began to see blue dots, and got more dizzy in the action. Tightening the grip on my hair, gallant continues to plummet his ever swelling cock into my throat, with each thrust becoming more hard to subscribe to than the final stage. I began to gag and pass away up, and snot started pouring from my nose, along with bust from my optic. fellow just says"oh ya—he 's ready"

As he hops off the mesa and begins to walk back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my cheeks with his tremendous hands, and spreads me heart-to-heart."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this haired ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dudes walk around to hold out the persuasion, 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 muddle, it 's so dense ”. I smirked, and sarcastically respond"You got ta find it with ur lingua ”. Dude gives me another hard smacking to my ass, and I 'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican dandy pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll feel that fix for ya"Dude grins, and tone back and allows the Mexican fashion plate to come in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and diving in, total mouth. He munches me out with a fever, with his nose buried right at the top of my wisecrack, then pushes his strong tongue right into my hairy jock jam."Oh damm gaffer, this white-boi is good"he exclaims as he continues eating out my right greasy hole.

Finally briny swell decides he 's set up. Pushing the Mexican dude to the side, he drops a big wad of spit and snoot right on my kettle of fish. Grabbing me again by the waist—his men were so huge that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he shot it in—all 13"of thick, black, throbbing buck cock, to the hilt. As every muscle in my torso flexes, I feel a rush to my head, and I go frigidity. Dude waist no time in retrieving his massive fuck stick to the top of my hole, then, slams it again. I let out a banshie outcry 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 study it. My headway was spinning out of ascendence, and more blue DoT in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the digit -- - battery-acid !

Almost passing out now, dude picks up the tread, and starts slamming my jockstrap cakehole with full body weight in rapid thrusts. I just went limp. The vigor and ability to press were gone, and I was now just a hot piece of gist at the mercy of 13"of duncish black stopcock. Later, one of the Mexican guys said my fix was stretched to about the size of a one-half one dollar bill, and my ass lips rolled capable and closed with each in and out thrust like a rubber eraser being rolled over ace dick.

I had closed my eyes now, and was barely conscious. As dude continued the assault on my ass, I could finger his massive cock 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. clotheshorse 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 quick brutal dip into my guts, and then unloads. He cums up my ass yelling himself, like he had been shot. The two Mexican swell were standing nearby, speechless. Dude continues to slam, and discharge 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 cock from my hole."DAMM—that 's a slapdash white-boi -- -I done fucked his shit UP"

He return to the table, again sitting right in figurehead of my face. I knew what was coming next—it just made gumption. Grabbing me once again by the haircloth, I open my sassing, and again take on in his massive meat, and began sucking him unclouded.

As Best I could, I sucked his junk, and the slime from my oily ass from his dick. I squirmished at the taste, but washed him good with my natural language and mouth. As he began to finally get sonant again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my mouth. Finally relaxing my brawn, and returning to a more rule respiration, dude decides to turn in the 'final rinse'Before I could relax, he spills his monumental flow rate of piss straight down my pharynx, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to break away, but to no avail. He continued filling my venter with his smutty whiskey and cocaine flavored piss, and I tried to spue out to a greater extent than I swallowed.

At long cobbler's last, dude finally jumps off the board, and motions for the Mexican fashion plate to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him mumble"get him some Milk ”. The Mexi gallant returns in a moment with a tall glass of Milk, and my apparel. I just kinda expression at the Milk River, and the buster offers"keeps 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 lacing of my PF flier, fop returns with a piece of paper in his mitt. Handing it to me, he smiles and calmly says"Hear ya go white-boi, you worked for it ”. Taking it from his helping hand, and looking down at it, I kinda smirked a bit. It was the form of address 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 screwing outta here ”. I asked him would it be ok if I went and picked up Cole—could n't drive the motorcycle and jeep both by myself. He said it was ok, but hurry the fuck up—they be waiting for the the skinny in Tyler.

I leave at once to retrieve Brassica oleracea acephala, and explained what had happened over the last dyad of hours."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a taste of your own music huh"? I glare over at Cole and arrogantly react"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my house, Im gon na deliver some more medication right field up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a peculiar delivery"

book binding at the dope dudes theater, I grab the dumbbell, 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 .