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

About 10:30 there was a bash at the doorway."What the shtup"It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new deal for me, if I was interested. I said indisputable, 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 head trip, and would be a kilo of booby. No one would be looking at a landrover for hauling Mary Jane, and should be a pushover. I ponder for a few min, then says I would present it a try.

fall guy said he would depend upon with me down to Austin this coming Sabbatum, and he would usher in 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 brook Brassica oleracea acephala Yardbird 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 pot. I almost shit my pants.

Later, I met up with Charles Christopher Parker at our typical encounter place—The Motel 6 on I 35 at Round Rock—the North end of Austin. to the highest degree 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 chest and belly. We lay there a bit in our wad, just letting it get sticky between our venter '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 foot up this calendar week bale of cola. On arrival, dude William Tell me to come up on in and accept a seat down the hallway in a back way. I complimented him on the Ducati he had sitting outside -- -"that 's one fine slice of bike, dude ”."Ya homeboi—you like that huh"?"Oh piece of ass ya dawg—I 'd do pretty shut down to anything for that piece of meat ”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting alternative of speech."Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot piece of meat myself"!

"Uhhh, whatta mean bro"? performing coy."Oh see—I kinda got ta thing for yung white-boi ass -- -and you lookin really tite and ask round ”. I flash a big smile, and just answer"well thanx fro the compliment swell, 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 lease some big opprobrious cock for that cherubic Ducati—you know that 's a $ 5000 wheel, rectify"?"Oh for sure dawg, but naw—I do n't call up I could handle something that big anyway ; some BBC would surely deplumate up my tite lil hole ”. clotheshorse chortle again, then grabs me by the pharynx, and body slams me to the table in the room.

"Wooooaaaahhh dawg -- -what the be intimate 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 take 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 choice ; commit it up, and ride outta here on that sweet wheel, or—I just take it—and you get cipher ”.

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

Grabbing me by the waist, dude somerset me over on my abdomen, and drag out me back to where my pubic bone were just at the end of the table. The two mexi dudes then each catch me by each wrist, and in seconds had me shackled to the far quoin of the mesa. Before I could respond, the master disgraceful dude was shackling my ankles to the corner 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 impertinence. I let out a yelp like a puppy, and they all just chortle some more. Dude then walks around to the center of the table, then hops up on it, dangling his legs off to each face, ( it was only about 2'wide ) with his dick and pubes rightfulness in my nerve. It was only then that I saw it. Still hanging lenient, this was by far the biggest musical composition of inwardness I had ever seen -- -even in porno. I start to clamber a bit in the Ernst Boris Chain, but movement was only a couple of column inch. He orders one of the Mexican cat to add a shoulder strap around my waist, wrapping it down and under the table, to preserve me from raising up. Finally grabbing me by my shaggy blonde hair, and yanking my question upwards, hyperflexing my neck, he spits into my face, and staring me steely in the heart grumble"well white-boi, u gon na get me wet, or am I gon na put this 13"of black tool 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 light headed, then dude stuck his finger into my mouth. Gawd—even his middle fingerbreadth must suffer 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 fingerbreadth down to the rear of my throat, causing me to almost kick the bucket up. Another chuckle, and sheik just says"ya that 's pretty good white-boi, now let 's try something a bit bigger ”.

With that he forces my mouthpiece spread out, then delivers his already half firmly shaft into my back talk. He was super thick, and he completely filled my mouth. He slaps me again, this time to the side of meat of my head."Suck up white-boi, it aint goin in gentle. I began to sop up on fop enormous total darkness cock 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 dit, and got more dizzy in the action. Tightening the clench on my hair, dude continues to plump his ever swelling shaft into my throat, with each push becoming more difficult to use up than the terminal. I began to gag and die up, and snob started pouring from my nose, along with weeping from my eyes. Dude just says"oh ya—he 's ready"

As he hops off the table and begins to walk back around to it 's end, he grabs each of my cheeks with his tremendous hands, and spreads me open up."Yo dawgs—ya 'll see this hairy ass on this white-boi"? The two mexican dudes walk around to train 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 golf hole, it 's so heavy ”. I smirked, and sarcastically reply"You got ta get hold it with ur tongue ”. Dude gives me another operose slap to my ass, and I 'm sure it turned red. One of the Mexican fop pipes up,"Yo boss—I 'll discover that mess for ya"Dude grinning, and stone's throw back and allows the Mexican dude to occur in behind me. Squatting down, he spreads my ass, and honkytonk in, total mouth. He munches me out with a fever, with his nose buried right at the top of my crack, then pushes his solid natural language rightfield into my haired jock hole."Oh damm honcho, this white-boi is respectable"he exclaims as he continues eating out my advanced greasy hole.

Finally main dude decides he 's ready. Pushing the Mexican fop to the side, he drops a big wad of spittle 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"waistline, then—he sweep it in—all 13"of midst, black, throbbing sawhorse cock, to the hilt. As every muscle in my organic structure flexes, I feel a upsurge to my head, and I go frigid. swell waistline no time in retrieving his massive fuck stick to the top of my hole, then, slams it again. I let out a banshie yell at the top of my lungs. Yanking at the chains of path did no good. I begged dude to stop—I just could n't learn it. My straits was spinning out of control, and to a greater extent down Transportation in the air. Then it occurred to me -- -the fingerbreadth -- - acid !

Almost passing out now, dude picks up the pace, and starts slamming my jock cakehole with full eubstance weightiness in speedy driving force. I just went limp. The energy and power to fight were gone, and I was now just a hot objet d'art of meat at the clemency of 13"of blockheaded inglorious putz. Later, one of the Mexican guys said my hole was stretched to about the size of a one-half dollar, and my ass sass rolled spread out and closed with each in and out driving force like a rubber being rolled over 1 dick.

I had closed my middle now, and was barely conscious. As dude continued the assault on my ass, I could experience his massive prick 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. buster 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 examination 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 dudes were standing nearby, speechless. fashion plate continues to thrash, and put down his midst goo into the astuteness 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 maw."DAMM—that 's a sloppy white-boi -- -I done fucked his doodly-squat UP"

He return to the table, again sitting right in front of my nerve. I knew what was coming next—it just made sense. Grabbing me once again by the hair, I open my mouth, and again study in his monolithic sum, and began sucking him uninfected.

As adept I could, I sucked his dust, and the slime from my oily ass from his pecker. I squirmished at the mouthful, but washed him effective with my tongue and mouth. As he began to finally get lenient again, and go down, the enormousness of him still filled my sassing. Finally relaxing my muscle, and returning to a more rule respiration, dude decides to deliver the 'final rinse'Before I could make relaxed, he spills his monolithic period of piss straight down my throat, to my belly. I start fighting again, trying to escape, but to no avail. He continued filling my belly with his filthy whisky and cocain flavored weewee, and I tried to patter out more than I swallowed.

At long last, dude finally jumps off the table, and motions for the Mexican dudes to unchain me while he disappears out of the room. I hear him mumble"get him some Milk River ”. The Mexi fellow returns in a moment with a tall glass of milk, and my clothes. I just kinda look at the Milk, and the sheik 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 lace of my PF Flyers, dude counter with a piece of paper in his handwriting. 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 title to the Ducati."Im actually surprised you gave it to me—could n't bear done much about it f you did n't ”."Naa—but Im a man of my word—now get ur Basel 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 wheel and jeep both by myself. He said it was ok, but hurry the fuck up—they be waiting for the dope in Tyler.

I leave at once to retrieve Brassica oleracea acephala, and explained what had happened over the go couple of time of day."So, Matthew—somebody finally gave you a perceptiveness of your own music 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 up ur ass. I got about a quart of jizz waiting for a exceptional delivery"

Back at the smoke dudes house, I grab the low-down, and put it into the jeep with cole. I fire up the Ducati and we head out for 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 .