New Jock Tales Chptr 3 Shphomore Year–13″ and a Ducati

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

About 10:30 there was a knock at the door. “What the fuck” 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 nothing to do with sex. He said I would be running dope from Austin back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $150 a trip, and would be a kilo of dope. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling weed, and should be a breeze. I ponder for a few minutes, then says I would give it a try.

Mark said he would ride with me down to Austin this coming Saturday, and he would introduce 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 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 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 chest 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’ house to pick up this weeks bale of dope. On arrival, dude tells me to come on in and have a seat down the hallway in a back room. 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 piece of meat”. He laughed at me slightly, saying I had interesting choice of words. “Ya homeboi—I think Im checkin out a pretty hot piece of meat myself”!

“Uhhh, whatta mean bro”? Acting coy. “Oh see—I kinda gotta 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 dude, but I ain’t gay or nothin, and sure as fuck don’t get fucked up the ass”. “I hear ya white-boi, but you don’t think you could take some big black cock for that sweet Ducati—you know that’s a $5000 bike, right”? “Oh for sure dawg, but naw—I don’t think I could handle something that big anyway; some BBC would surely tear up my tite lil hole”. Dude chuckles again, then grabs me by the throat, and body slams me to the table in the room.

“Wooooaaaahhh dawg—what the fuck 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 don’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; give it up, and ride outta here on that sweet bike, or—I just take it—and you get nothing”.