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One Lucky White Boi---Chapter 7—Spilling the Royal Beans
Apparently some people had called some people—and they called some people—etc. The Chief showed with the three officers that had booked me into jail that day I stomped Ricky's dad's ass, along with Ricky and Marky, and even Kelso and Patroni showed up. Jeez—once again, I'm in the spotlight.
With a silence now like a church service, I finally take a sip of my coffee, and spin around on the bar stool facing everyone.
“Up until this moment—there have been only four people to know this story. Myself—Dustin--Kelso--and Patroni.
You see—Maurice was royalty---The Crown Prince, of Zambunda, Africa.
His real parents—King Muhammond—Conswerto—Cortez, and his wife, the Queen, Allyanda”.
The gathered crowd goes into a few gasps, and mumbles, and bugged out eyes, then I continue.
“That night—after the candle light thing, Maurice parents, well—aunt and uncle actually, invite the four of us in the house. The King went on and on, for hours, on how Maurice couldn't stop talking about Mustang football, and his extreme happiness on living his dream—to play American football, and of course—ME.
The King told of how Maurice just worshiped me—how if it weren't for me, that he may have never got the opportunity to play.
So because of all that—and there was more shit as well, the King gives me their countries highest civilian honor—The Medal of Freedom, for my friendship and dedication to the Crown Prince”.
More whispers and shocked looks on faces, and I give Dustin a nod. He unwraps the medal from it's silk cover, and hands it to mom. Mom just stares at it, and starts crying. She then passes it off to Chief Kelso, and it begins making it's way around the diner.
“It's solid gold—just as a piece of gold, it's worth about $10,000.
“I had already had enough recognition—just like the list Dustin went down, way more than the average Joe. I decided to keep it to myself—and swore the other three there to secrecy.
The King went on to explain that the medal 'charges' me as a 'designated survivor'.
In the unlikely event of total collapse of the Royal line—the King, then the two sons, then the recipients of the medal would be selected in order of age. With me being the youngest, so far, and if all other medal holders were out, then that puts me in line, in 25th place, lol, as the 'successor apparent'--and I would assume the crown, as 'Monarch Regent', or some shit like that. And—that's it.
The diner was silent—pretty tall tale I guess. In addition to everything else I was to Tyler, now it's citizens have learned that their home town hero was technically an inheritor to a Royal Crown !
The crowd slowly trickles down to normal, and people get back to ordering food.
Dustin, Caleb and me eventually sneak out, and head back to the house.
Down in the basement, now that the cat is out of the bag, I decide, after all these years now of having the medal, to hang it on the wall, over my golden gloves. It was to me—my most prized treasure.
It was kinda warm, so I strip out of my clothes, and just plop down in one of the bean bags, buck naked.
Reaching for a beer, Dustin and Caleb come down to the basement, I guess just to see what I was doing, as the night was still kinda early.
“Damm bro—just letting it all hang out, huh”?
I kinda chuckle a bit, just rubbing my fingers up and down my abs.
We chit-chatted for a bit, as I explained more detail to Caleb of the football days--
Me and Maurie—we had fooled around a few times--- cutting him from the team.
I explained the night he, and Mark Mattox, and dad had tied me up and r a p e d my ass, and the gun play the next morning—and blackmailing dad into buying me the dirt bike.
I fired up a joint, and we pass it around, getting just a mild buzz.
“So----you have actually fucked—a Royal Prince”? Asked Caleb, totally amazed.
I notice that the meat is now about half attention, and I had started oozing just a bit of fuck juice.
“So—who's sucking my dick now”? I ask with a smirk.
The two bois sit there a moment on the bed—Dustin started bouncing his leg, then bolted. As soon as he stood up, Caleb reaches over and pushes him on his shoulders, causing him to trip over the coffee table.
Dustin jumps up, just as Caleb is on his knees in front of me, and hits Caleb in the shoulders with his big ass sz 12 jock foot.
Caleb starts giggling, and comes back at Dustin, and now they are in an all out wrestling match to see who could get to my dick first.
LMAO—I guess this was the first time I ever had two dudes fighting over my dick. I couldn't help but get fully boned up now, and the fuck juice was now leaking pretty good, leaving a trail from my piss slit to my abs.
After letting them 'fight' for a few minutes, I decided I better get them under control, before the playfulness wore off and it escalated.
“Aight—aight--that's enough. Dustin—suck my dick—Caleb--suck my balls”.
Each of the bois dive to their 'designated position', still pushing each others shoulders, trying for 'pole position'.
I couldn't help but grin, as Dustin begins hungrily sucking on my now fully charged up 11” fuck stick.
Caleb has both my balls now totally engulfed, gently sucking them and running his tongue around them making them sloppy wet.
I just lean back into the beanbag, arching my head back, and take in the service from the two. They go at it for several minutes, worshiping my package, as if I myself were actually royalty.
Finally I sit up, and push Dustin off my dick. “So—who's getting fucked now”?
The two instantly jump up and head for the bed. Caleb gets there first, landing on his belly, legs spread wide.
“Oh hell no bitch” screams out Dustin, and gives Caleb a bitch slap across the back of his head.
Caleb rolls over, and as the two are struggling again, manages to deliver a punch to Dustin's chest.
“Fuck you punk—he don't want that wore out hole of yours—that's why he kicked you out that night” !!
Dustin eyes widen at the insult, and he returns with a jab to Caleb's stomach.
I couldn't help but start laughing—I mean two dudes are fighting over me !
“Thought ur ass was sposed to be str8 yo”! Shouts Dustin.
“Ya—maybe--but he's MY big bro now punk”
The wrestle match continues, and Dustin has now got Caleb back on his belly, and wrapping his arms up under Caleb's pits, and up over the back of his neck, puts him in total lockdown.
“Oh, we'll just see about that shit”, and slams his big thick 9” fuck stick into Caleb's hole. Caleb lets out a shreak, and Dustin waist no time in tearin up Caleb's ass.
Still laughing, I decide that this ain't so bad.
Reaching into the nite stand for the lube, I walk up behind Dustin, and as he continues his pounding of Caleb's ass, drop a long stream of lube down his hairy crack.
Jumping up on the bed behind him, I wait for just the perfect moment, and catching Dustin on the upstroke, slam his hairy jock hole with all 11”.
Dustin lets out a yelp, and slams into Caleb even harder now. I just remain on my knees behind Dustin, letting him do all the work. With each upstroke I fill Dustin's ass with my thick fuck meat, and with each downstroke, he fills Caleb's
Dustin is fucking like a banshee in heat. Caleb is probably getting the worse of it, as Dustin ain't no small package.
With each in and out stroke, one or the other of the bois is crying out.
Finally, Dustin pushes back real hard, and easing back himself, grabs Caleb by his ankles, and in one swift motion, flips Caleb on his back. Pushing his heels back behind his head, Dustin aims for Caleb's now well stretched hole and proclaims,
“I'll show you who's boss”.
Dustin begins a powerful fucking of Caleb's guts, with him crying out with each plunge of Dustin's thick meat—now sweating from his pits and back.
I decide to jump up between the two, and aim my 11” stick into Caleb's mouth.
Plunging all the way in, he immediately starts gagging on my enormous mushroom head. Not even realizing that I needed to piss, and with a shit-eatin grin, I start a strong powerful flow down Caleb's throat—straight to his belly.
Lil bro lets out his own shit-eatin grin, and shouts “Ya—that's it fag—drink down my bro's hot stinkin piss you fuckin pig”!!
For some reason, I went over the edge.
Just as Caleb grabs his dick and starts pulling on it like he was trying to rip it off, and as I notice that lil bro's eyes were now bloodshot, and slamming Caleb's ass trying to destroy it, I yank my dick from Caleb's mouth, and blow.
Shot after shot of hot steaming nut I throw to lil bro's chest. Seven shots of rope, hitting him so hard you could hear it splat ! Just moments later, Caleb blows his own volley, striking me in the chest and abs.
Finally, yanking out, Dustin then delivers the biggest load I ever seen him blast, striking me also in the face and chest. I guess he shot about 9 ropes of thick gooey juice, with it finally trickling down to Caleb's chest and abs.
We all finally collapse, and each rolls over on our backs. After just a few moments of heavy breathing, Dustin jerks back up, and wiping up a handful of my spunk from his chest, directs his hand to Caleb's mouth. “Eat it—bitch” he orders with a strong meanness to his voice.
I just smile, watching my lil bro having such a good time. Caleb sucks the jizz from Dustin's hand, then he wipes up a handfull of his jizz from my chest, and again orders Caleb to suck it clean.
Dustin flashes an evil grin towards Caleb, “straight my ass”.
Apparently some people had called some people—and they called some people—etc. The Chief showed with the three officers that had booked me into jail that day I stomped Ricky's dad's ass, along with Ricky and Marky, and even Kelso and Patroni showed up. Jeez—once again, I'm in the spotlight.
With a silence now like a church service, I finally take a sip of my coffee, and spin around on the bar stool facing everyone.
“Up until this moment—there have been only four people to know this story. Myself—Dustin--Kelso--and Patroni.
You see—Maurice was royalty---The Crown Prince, of Zambunda, Africa.
His real parents—King Muhammond—Conswerto—Cortez, and his wife, the Queen, Allyanda”.
The gathered crowd goes into a few gasps, and mumbles, and bugged out eyes, then I continue.
“That night—after the candle light thing, Maurice parents, well—aunt and uncle actually, invite the four of us in the house. The King went on and on, for hours, on how Maurice couldn't stop talking about Mustang football, and his extreme happiness on living his dream—to play American football, and of course—ME.
The King told of how Maurice just worshiped me—how if it weren't for me, that he may have never got the opportunity to play.
So because of all that—and there was more shit as well, the King gives me their countries highest civilian honor—The Medal of Freedom, for my friendship and dedication to the Crown Prince”.
More whispers and shocked looks on faces, and I give Dustin a nod. He unwraps the medal from it's silk cover, and hands it to mom. Mom just stares at it, and starts crying. She then passes it off to Chief Kelso, and it begins making it's way around the diner.
“It's solid gold—just as a piece of gold, it's worth about $10,000.
“I had already had enough recognition—just like the list Dustin went down, way more than the average Joe. I decided to keep it to myself—and swore the other three there to secrecy.
The King went on to explain that the medal 'charges' me as a 'designated survivor'.
In the unlikely event of total collapse of the Royal line—the King, then the two sons, then the recipients of the medal would be selected in order of age. With me being the youngest, so far, and if all other medal holders were out, then that puts me in line, in 25th place, lol, as the 'successor apparent'--and I would assume the crown, as 'Monarch Regent', or some shit like that. And—that's it.
The diner was silent—pretty tall tale I guess. In addition to everything else I was to Tyler, now it's citizens have learned that their home town hero was technically an inheritor to a Royal Crown !
The crowd slowly trickles down to normal, and people get back to ordering food.
Dustin, Caleb and me eventually sneak out, and head back to the house.
Down in the basement, now that the cat is out of the bag, I decide, after all these years now of having the medal, to hang it on the wall, over my golden gloves. It was to me—my most prized treasure.
It was kinda warm, so I strip out of my clothes, and just plop down in one of the bean bags, buck naked.
Reaching for a beer, Dustin and Caleb come down to the basement, I guess just to see what I was doing, as the night was still kinda early.
“Damm bro—just letting it all hang out, huh”?
I kinda chuckle a bit, just rubbing my fingers up and down my abs.
We chit-chatted for a bit, as I explained more detail to Caleb of the football days--
Me and Maurie—we had fooled around a few times--- cutting him from the team.
I explained the night he, and Mark Mattox, and dad had tied me up and r a p e d my ass, and the gun play the next morning—and blackmailing dad into buying me the dirt bike.
I fired up a joint, and we pass it around, getting just a mild buzz.
“So----you have actually fucked—a Royal Prince”? Asked Caleb, totally amazed.
I notice that the meat is now about half attention, and I had started oozing just a bit of fuck juice.
“So—who's sucking my dick now”? I ask with a smirk.
The two bois sit there a moment on the bed—Dustin started bouncing his leg, then bolted. As soon as he stood up, Caleb reaches over and pushes him on his shoulders, causing him to trip over the coffee table.
Dustin jumps up, just as Caleb is on his knees in front of me, and hits Caleb in the shoulders with his big ass sz 12 jock foot.
Caleb starts giggling, and comes back at Dustin, and now they are in an all out wrestling match to see who could get to my dick first.
LMAO—I guess this was the first time I ever had two dudes fighting over my dick. I couldn't help but get fully boned up now, and the fuck juice was now leaking pretty good, leaving a trail from my piss slit to my abs.
After letting them 'fight' for a few minutes, I decided I better get them under control, before the playfulness wore off and it escalated.
“Aight—aight--that's enough. Dustin—suck my dick—Caleb--suck my balls”.
Each of the bois dive to their 'designated position', still pushing each others shoulders, trying for 'pole position'.
I couldn't help but grin, as Dustin begins hungrily sucking on my now fully charged up 11” fuck stick.
Caleb has both my balls now totally engulfed, gently sucking them and running his tongue around them making them sloppy wet.
I just lean back into the beanbag, arching my head back, and take in the service from the two. They go at it for several minutes, worshiping my package, as if I myself were actually royalty.
Finally I sit up, and push Dustin off my dick. “So—who's getting fucked now”?
The two instantly jump up and head for the bed. Caleb gets there first, landing on his belly, legs spread wide.
“Oh hell no bitch” screams out Dustin, and gives Caleb a bitch slap across the back of his head.
Caleb rolls over, and as the two are struggling again, manages to deliver a punch to Dustin's chest.
“Fuck you punk—he don't want that wore out hole of yours—that's why he kicked you out that night” !!
Dustin eyes widen at the insult, and he returns with a jab to Caleb's stomach.
I couldn't help but start laughing—I mean two dudes are fighting over me !
“Thought ur ass was sposed to be str8 yo”! Shouts Dustin.
“Ya—maybe--but he's MY big bro now punk”
The wrestle match continues, and Dustin has now got Caleb back on his belly, and wrapping his arms up under Caleb's pits, and up over the back of his neck, puts him in total lockdown.
“Oh, we'll just see about that shit”, and slams his big thick 9” fuck stick into Caleb's hole. Caleb lets out a shreak, and Dustin waist no time in tearin up Caleb's ass.
Still laughing, I decide that this ain't so bad.
Reaching into the nite stand for the lube, I walk up behind Dustin, and as he continues his pounding of Caleb's ass, drop a long stream of lube down his hairy crack.
Jumping up on the bed behind him, I wait for just the perfect moment, and catching Dustin on the upstroke, slam his hairy jock hole with all 11”.
Dustin lets out a yelp, and slams into Caleb even harder now. I just remain on my knees behind Dustin, letting him do all the work. With each upstroke I fill Dustin's ass with my thick fuck meat, and with each downstroke, he fills Caleb's
Dustin is fucking like a banshee in heat. Caleb is probably getting the worse of it, as Dustin ain't no small package.
With each in and out stroke, one or the other of the bois is crying out.
Finally, Dustin pushes back real hard, and easing back himself, grabs Caleb by his ankles, and in one swift motion, flips Caleb on his back. Pushing his heels back behind his head, Dustin aims for Caleb's now well stretched hole and proclaims,
“I'll show you who's boss”.
Dustin begins a powerful fucking of Caleb's guts, with him crying out with each plunge of Dustin's thick meat—now sweating from his pits and back.
I decide to jump up between the two, and aim my 11” stick into Caleb's mouth.
Plunging all the way in, he immediately starts gagging on my enormous mushroom head. Not even realizing that I needed to piss, and with a shit-eatin grin, I start a strong powerful flow down Caleb's throat—straight to his belly.
Lil bro lets out his own shit-eatin grin, and shouts “Ya—that's it fag—drink down my bro's hot stinkin piss you fuckin pig”!!
For some reason, I went over the edge.
Just as Caleb grabs his dick and starts pulling on it like he was trying to rip it off, and as I notice that lil bro's eyes were now bloodshot, and slamming Caleb's ass trying to destroy it, I yank my dick from Caleb's mouth, and blow.
Shot after shot of hot steaming nut I throw to lil bro's chest. Seven shots of rope, hitting him so hard you could hear it splat ! Just moments later, Caleb blows his own volley, striking me in the chest and abs.
Finally, yanking out, Dustin then delivers the biggest load I ever seen him blast, striking me also in the face and chest. I guess he shot about 9 ropes of thick gooey juice, with it finally trickling down to Caleb's chest and abs.
We all finally collapse, and each rolls over on our backs. After just a few moments of heavy breathing, Dustin jerks back up, and wiping up a handful of my spunk from his chest, directs his hand to Caleb's mouth. “Eat it—bitch” he orders with a strong meanness to his voice.
I just smile, watching my lil bro having such a good time. Caleb sucks the jizz from Dustin's hand, then he wipes up a handfull of his jizz from my chest, and again orders Caleb to suck it clean.
Dustin flashes an evil grin towards Caleb, “straight my ass”.
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