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 fool Mattox, and he said he had a new good deal for me, if I was interested. I said trusted, but this pot had nothing to do with sex. He said I would be running gage from capital of Texas back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $ 150 a head trip, and would be a kilo of dope. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling Mary Jane, and should be a breeze. I ponder for a few minutes, then says I would ease up it a try.

chump said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Saturday, and he would innovate 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 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 locoweed. I almost rat my pants.

Later, I met up with Parker at our typical meeting place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at Round Rock—the north 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 pectus and belly. We lay there a bit in our mess, just letting it get sticky between our belly 's. I loved a mess.

So at check-out I said I would see him later, needed to get on over to 'dudes'home to clean up this week bale of dope. On arrival, dude William Tell me to come on in and have a seat down the hallway in a back elbow room. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one fine piece of bike, fellow ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh fuck ya dawg—I 'd do pretty close to anything for that piece of core ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had concern choice of words."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot piece of nitty-gritty 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 tempt ”. 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 screw do n't get fucked up the ass ”."I hear ya white-boi, but you do n't cerebrate you could take some big black cock for that sweet Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 wheel, right hand"?"Oh for sure dawg, but naw—I do n't think I could handle something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely charge up my tite lil hole ”. Dude chuckles again, then take hold of me by the throat, and body slams me to the board in the room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the have sex 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 learn it. It 's a poky 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 sweet bike, or—I just take it—and you get cypher ”.

Deciding that there really was n't an option, I nodded my header up and down, and gallant just grin real big. He motioned with his hands, and two of the Mexican dudes from that get-go day we met up appeared out of a blue corner.

Grabbing me by the shank, dude flip me over on my belly, and drags me back to where my pubes were just at the end of the mesa. The two mexi fashion plate then each snap me by each radiocarpal joint, and in seconds had me shackled to the far corners of the table. Before I could react, the principal black dude was shackling my ankles to the turning point 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 smacking on my right ass face. I let out a yip like a pup, and they all just chuckle some more. dude then walks around to the center of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his legs off to each English, ( it was only about 2'wide ) with his dick and pubes right in my case. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging soft, this was by far the self-aggrandizing piece of meat I had ever seen -- -even in pornography. I start to struggle a bit in the chains, but movement was only a couple of column inch. He orders 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-haired blonde hair, and yanking my drumhead upwards, hyperflexing my neck opening, he spits into my face, and staring me steely in the heart mutters"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of black cock in ur pussy dry"?

I instantly start yanking at the chains, knowing it would do no ripe. I started breathing in and out rapidly, like I had just run a Marathon. The breathing caused me to get visible radiation headed, then dude stuck his finger into my mouthpiece. Gawd—even his middle finger must give been 9"long."Suck it up, white-boi"I did as told and began sucking on his huge midst finger, wondering why he would want that. Then he rammed the finger down to the back of my throat, causing me to almost stifle up. Another chuckle, and dude just says"ya that 's pretty good white-boi, now let 's try something a bit prominent ”.

With that he forces my mouth open, then delivers his already half backbreaking cock into my sassing. He was ace thick, and he completely filled my mouthpiece. He slaps me again, this clip to the slope of my brain."sucking up white-boi, it aint goin in flabby. I began to suck on dude enormous total darkness hammer with all my might. As he thrust in and out of my mouth, he began to harden up, and now I could sense his monster working it 's way down my throat. I began to see blue dots, and got Thomas More dizzy in the action. Tightening the grip on my hair's-breadth, fop continues to plummet his ever swelling peter into my throat, with each driving force becoming more difficult to deal than the net. I began to gag and scrag up, and prig started pouring from my olfactory organ, along with crying from my eyes. gallant just says"oh ya—he 's set"

As he hops off the mesa and begins to walk back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my cheeks with his enormous hired hand, and feast me unfold."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this haired ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dudes walk around to check 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 ”. Dude gives me another surd smacking to my ass, and I 'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican dudes pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll find that hole for ya"buster smiling, and footstep back and allows the Mexican dude to come in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and nose dive in, full mouth. He munches me out with a fever, with his nose buried right at the top of my shot, then pushes his stiff tongue right hand into my hairy athlete hole."Oh damm chief, this white-boi is secure"he exclaims as he continues eating out my ripe sebaceous hole.

Finally principal dude decides he 's fix. 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 paw were so huge that they wrapped all the way around my tite 28"shank, then—he slams it in—all 13"of thick, black, throbbing gymnastic horse cock, to the hilt. As every sinew in my body flexes, I feel a rush to my forefront, and I go cold-blooded. Dude shank no time in retrieving his massive fuck stick 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 chains of track did no trade good. I begged dude to stop—I just could n't consume it. My head was spinning out of control, and More blue dots in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the finger's breadth -- - acid !

Almost passing out now, dude picks up the pace, and starts slamming my supporter hole with full consistence weight in rapid thrusts. I just went limp. The energy and ability to fight were gone, and I was now just a hot piece of kernel at the clemency of 13"of thick black cock. Later, one of the Mexican guys said my pickle was stretched to about the size of it of a half dollar, and my ass brim rolled open and closed with each in and out thrust like a rubber being rolled over 1 dick.

I had closed my eyes now, and was barely conscious. As fashion plate continued the ravishment on my ass, I could sense his monumental hammer entering my guts, and busting up their cognitive content. He was so far in me, I swear he was hitting my heart—or so it felt. dandy 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 fast brutal plunges into my moxie, and then unloads. He cums up my ass yelling himself, like he had been shot. The two Mexican fop were standing nearby, speechless. buster continues to slam, 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 cock from my hole."DAMM—that 's a sloppy white-boi -- -I done fucked his shit UP"

He yield to the table, again sitting right in front line of my face. I knew what was coming next—it just made sense. Grabbing me once again by the hair, I open my oral fissure, and again lead in his monolithic meat, and began sucking him fairly.

As best I could, I sucked his junk, and the guck from my greasy ass from his prick. I squirmished at the taste, but washed him honorable with my tongue and mouth. As he began to finally get soft again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my mouthpiece. Finally relaxing my muscles, and returning to a more normal breathing, dude decides to deliver the 'final rinse'Before I could relax, he spills his massive flow of piss straight down my throat, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to turn tail, but to no avail. He continued filling my belly with his filthy whiskey and cocaine flavored piss, and I tried to patter out Thomas More than I swallowed.

At long last, dude finally jumps off the table, and motions for the Mexican fellow to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him mumble"get him some milk ”. The Mexi swell getting even in a moment with a marvellous glass of milk, and my clothes. I just kinda look at the milk, and the dude offers"keeps you from getting sick from the piss"I raise an supercilium, and chug down the Milk.

As I finish up getting dressed, and tying the lace of my PF Flyers, dude coming back with a patch of report in his paw. 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 deed 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 screw 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 dope in Tyler.

I leave at once to recall Cole, and explained what had happened over the last duo of hours."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a taste sensation 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 hand over some to a greater extent medicine rightfield up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a special saving"

cover at the sess dudes house, I grab the poop, and put it into the jeep with kail. 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 .