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

About 10:30 there was a knock at the door."What the nooky"It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new mint for me, if I was interested. I said sure, but this passel had cipher to do with sex. He said I would be running the skinny from Austin back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $ 150 a misstep, and would be a kilo of dope. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling weed, and should be a cinch. I ponder for a few minutes, then says I would pass on it a try.

Deutsche Mark said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Sat, and he would introduce me to the 'dude'. I had no estimate at that import what I was getting my ass into. But when we arrived at the motel that Sat night, there stood cole Parker, and five Mexicans, that looked like they were just as well-fixed at slicing your throat as they would be handing you a kilo of sens. I almost shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Parker at our typical encounter place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at one shot Rock—the magnetic north end of Austin. nigh 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 nut case in him, and he about 5 across his breast and belly. We lay there a bit in our mess, just letting it get sticky between our paunch 's. I loved a jam.

So at check-out I said I would see him later, needed to get on over to 'dudes'house to pick up this calendar week bale of pinhead. On reaching, dude tells me to fare on in and have a behind down the hallway in a back way. 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 fuck ya dawg—I 'd do pretty close to anything for that firearm of pith ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had occupy choice of words."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot patch of essence 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 invite ”. I flash a big grin, and just reply"well thanx fro the compliment dandy, 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 subscribe to some big dark dick for that sweet Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 cycle, compensate"?"Oh for indisputable dawg, but naw—I do n't guess I could handle something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely rupture up my tite lil mess ”. clotheshorse chuckles again, then grabs me by the throat, and body slams me to the table in the room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the piece of tail 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 contract it. It 's a jail thing ya know -- -shit on my dick, or b l o o d on my knife. So -- -you got a selection ; give it up, and ride outta here on that odorous bicycle, or—I just take it—and you get goose egg ”.

Deciding that there really was n't an selection, I nodded my head up and down, and fashion plate just grinning real big. He motioned with his script, and two of the Mexican dudes from that low gear day we met up appeared out of a glowering street corner.

Grabbing me by the waist, dude toss me over on my stomach, and tangle me back to where my pubes were just at the end of the tabular array. The two mexi dudes then each snatch me by each wrist, and in bit had me shackled to the far corners of the table. Before I could react, the main blackened beau was shackling my articulatio talocruralis 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 arduous crashing smacking on my aright ass cheek. I let out a yelp like a pup, and they all just chuckle some more. fashion plate then walks around to the middle of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his leg off to each side, ( it was only about 2'wide ) with his pecker and pubes right in my typeface. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging soft, this was by far the biggest piece of meat I had ever seen -- -even in smut. I start to fight a bit in the mountain range, but move was only a couple of inches. He order of magnitude one of the Mexican guy to add a strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the table, to keep me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy blonde whisker, and yanking my head upwards, hyperflexing my cervix, he spits into my face, and staring me steely in the eye mutters"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of black pecker in ur cunt dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the chains, 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 lightsome headed, then dude stuck his finger into my mouthpiece. Gawd—even his middle 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 spinal column of my throat, causing me to almost exit 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 surface, then delivers his already half hard tool into my rima oris. He was super thick, and he completely filled my back talk. He slaps me again, this time to the incline of my promontory."Suck up white-boi, it aint goin in indulgent. I began to suck on beau tremendous black cock with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my sassing, he began to indurate up, and now I could feel his colossus working it 's way down my throat. I began to see blue dots, and got more dizzy in the natural action. Tightening the travelling bag on my hair, dude continues to plummet his ever swelling tool into my throat, with each jabbing becoming more hard to take than the conclusion. I began to gag and choke up, and snot started pouring from my nose, along with tears from my eyes. fellow just says"oh ya—he 's cook"

As he hops off the table and begins to take the air back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my nerve with his enormous script, and feast me open."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hairy ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dudes walk around to control 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 dense ”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply"You got ta find it with ur tongue ”. sheik gives me another voiceless slap to my ass, and I 'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican swell pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll find that pickle for ya"Dude grins, and steps back and allows the Mexican dude to follow in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and diving in, wide-cut mouth. He munches me out with a feverishness, with his nose buried right at the top of my crack, then pushes his strong tongue right into my hairy athletic supporter yap."Oh damm boss, this white-boi is sound"he exclaims as he continues eating out my mature oleaginous hole.

Finally independent dude decides he 's ready. Pushing the Mexican clotheshorse to the face, he drops a big wad of spit and snot right on my hole. Grabbing me again by the waist—his hands were so huge that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"waist, then—he sweep it in—all 13"of thick, ignominious, throbbing horse pecker, to the hilt. As every muscle in my eubstance flexes, I feel a rush to my head teacher, and I go cold. Dude waist no time in retrieving his massive ass control stick to the top of my jam, then, slams it again. I let out a banshee 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 exact it. My forefront was spinning out of control, and Thomas More blue dit in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the finger -- - Lucy in the sky with diamonds !

Almost passing out now, dandy picks up the footstep, and starts slamming my athletic supporter hole with full soundbox weight in rapid knife thrust. I just went limp. The muscularity and ability to fight down were gone, and I was now just a hot piece of meat at the mercy of 13"of thick opprobrious cock. Later, one of the Mexican guys said my gob was stretched to about the size of a half one dollar bill, and my ass lips rolled unfold and closed with each in and out poke like a safety being rolled over I dick.

I had closed my centre now, and was barely conscious. As dandy continued the violation on my ass, I could palpate his massive prick 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. 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 terminal 3 quick brutal plunges into my backbone, and then unloads. He cums up my ass yelling himself, like he had been shot. The two Mexican dudes were standing nearby, speechless. dandy continues to bang, and unload his thick goo into the profoundness 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 fix."DAMM—that 's a sloppy white-boi -- -I done fucked his shit UP"

He bring back to the board, again sitting right in movement 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 take in his monumental meat, and began sucking him clean.

As honest I could, I sucked his rubble, and the sludge from my oily ass from his putz. I squirmished at the sense of taste, but washed him good with my tongue and mouth. As he began to finally get soft again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my mouth. Finally relaxing my muscleman, and returning to a more normal breathing, dude decides to fork over the 'final rinsing'Before I could loose, he spills his massive flow of piss straight down my pharynx, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to escape, but to no avail. He continued filling my venter with his cruddy whisky and cocaine flavored piss, and I tried to spit out More than I swallowed.

At long last, dude finally jumps off the tabular array, and gesture for the Mexican buster to unchain me while he disappears out of the way. I hear him mumble"get him some milk ”. The Mexi dude returns in a moment with a marvelous chalk of milk, and my clothes. I just kinda look at the Milk, and the fashion plate 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 laces of my PF broadside, dude returns with a art object 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 hold 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 cycle and jeep both by myself. He said it was ok, but hurry the shag up—they be waiting for the dope in Tyler.

I leave at once to retrieve kail, and explained what had happened over the lastly twosome of hours."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a taste of your own medicine huh"? I glare over at cole and arrogantly answer"maybe homeboi, but after we get to my family, Im gon na deliver some More medical specialty right up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a special delivery"

Back at the poop dudes sign, I grab the dope, and put it into the jeep with Cole. 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 patch, so just grinning to myself, I throttle up to about 100 MPH and cut loose the piss. Ya -- -- -totally fucking worth it .