One Lucky White Boi CHapter 6 Reconciliation
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Ricky and Marky stayed with use for just a couple of months. Mostly, to get Ricky healed up. Remarkedly nothing was broken, but Mrs. Stanton wanted to keep a close watch on his eye. We finally got them settled in with one of their cousins that was around their ages, still single.
In an epic turn of events, about mid week after the booking into county, I was released from jail, and all the charges dropped. Cheif Kelso offered no explanation to me, other than 'just shut up and go home' “Oh---there was one thing Matthew”
“Ya”? “Who is this fucking 'king'” ?? “What ??? You mean the King was here”?? “So—this dude really is a King”? “Oh ya—big time”! So that's how it all happened. “I'll tell ya about it later”.
Of course this still left the question of what to do to Rick's dad, cause he had also committed a very high crime, in fact—multiple times over the years. After being released from the hospital, just a few days later, he and his wife disappeared from Tyler, never to be seen again.
So, living in Texas was usually pretty easy. Cows, and horses, and oil, and cowboy's were the stereotypical assumptions that that was all there was to Texas.
Not true—we had modern shit, lol. We had theaters, and plays, and opra's, and parades, and 4th of July just like the rest of the country—and indoor plumbing !
But I guess the first thing that comes to most peoples mind when you say Texas---
is the cowboy. Tall, mean, muscled up man.
So mostly, deep down at heart, I was the typical modern day urban punk. But, with that being said—I mean, I DID have a pair of cowboy boots—even a hat ! No self respecting male in the state of Texas would ever allow himself to be 'outed' as one that did not have at least one pair of boots ! Being a skateboarder at heart, for me it was typically kicks—the PF Flyer for a long time, and board shorts, and usually no shirt. For me—cowboy was 'dress up'--something I usually just did on special occasions or 'just in that mood'
If you recall back at chapter one I commented that the 4th was just a few weeks away—and lil bro's b'day—so that made for an acceptable occasion I guess.
I got dressed down in the basement. Dustin just slept with me—all his stuff was still upstairs in his old room. Finally yelling at me from the kitchen, he urges me to hurry the fuck up, and lets get down to the skatepark. So—I don the titest 501's I had, the shredded ones, lol. The boots, and the belt with the big brass buckle, and a skin tite tank top, and of course—the boots. Tony Lama snakeskins. Naturally, the 501's with the jock underneath bunched up my junk to where it looked like I had a baseball stuffed in them.
Entering the kitchen, Dustin takes one look, and drops his 20 oz beer to the floor.
“Hoooooly fuck !!! Jesus fuckin christ !!
“Damm bro—whut”?
“Whut ?? are you fucking k**ding me ?? Did you even look in the mirror Matthew”?
“What bro”?
“Oh my gawd Matthew—I never thought you could be any hotter than you already was---but ohhhh fuck me” !!!
“Come on Dustin—get a grip”
“Oh, I will Matthew—just you fuckin wait—Im gonna grip that shit all nite long” !
Dustin was ecstatic pretty much the whole day. I think seeing his big bro as 'cowboy' was way better a present than what I even actually got him—which looking back, I don't even remember what it was. During the course of the day, being hot as fuck in Texas, naturally I begin to sweat—ultimately pretty much soaking the top half of my torso—which was just driving him even more insane.
Lol, I guess it was a pretty sight of eye candy, and I did notice others as well staring me down, burning a hole through my jeans with their eyes, lol. That ass was looking pretty hot as well, with the seam of my jeans crawling right up the crack of my hard muscular ass. Eventually I just came out of the tank, exposing my hard 8-pac, thick bushy treasure trail, and squared off pecs.
Your bragging again Matthew---aight,--aight--Im sorry. But—I DO remember the after party that happened later that night down in the basement.
So—later on after all the festivities, bunch of us end up back at our house, down in the basement—me and Dustin and a few of the Diamand Dawgs, along with Ricky and Marky. Not a big deal really—we drank a few beers, smoked a few joints—nothing on the scale of years ago in high school.
I had forgotten to turn the air on in the basement, so now it was hot as fuck, even at midnight. Most of the bois shed their shirts and footware as we are all still sweating from the heat of the day. s**ttered across the room, on the floor, or beans bags, or even on my bed, all the guys just got into conversation, or watching something on TV, or video games. Lot of fucking beef down in the the Dillon basement tonight :)
Hours go by with everyone just having a good, calm time---until.
I had jumped up to take a piss. Now the bathroom, down in the basement wasn't a room actually. There was the toilet, and the sink, and the shower all in the corner of the room—but no actual walls—I mean—it's a basement, right ?
No one was shy about walking over and slinging out their meat to take a piss—I mean most of us there had played football together, and had taken hundreds of showers together anyway. But, as I do so—I take my typical stance, placing my right hand up on the wall, over the towel bar, and let my junk hang free to piss. My dick was perfectly straight—so I didn't have to worry about angle, and thus missing the target. Now, with a somewhat pent up piss, naturally I was hanging pretty low—prolly about 8” even semi-soft.
I notice Dustin eye-ballin me, so I just stood there for a few moments after completing my piss, playing with the hairs on my balls to get those last couple drops. Finally packing up, rather than stuff all my junk back into the jock, I reach in and pull the pouch to the side, and stuff my meat down the right leg, showing off my massive rod now.
A few more minutes go buy—I notice from my peripheral vision that Dustin was bouncing his leg up and down, much like I would do when agitated. I noticed also, that a couple of the guys were now eye-ballin us, flashing their eyes from one to another—they could tell that I was teasing the fuck out of my lil bro. Kelso gave a tap to Ricky, and just nodding, Ricky cuts loose a shit-eatin grin. He was probably the str8est in the room of all of us, but he knew the story.
I stretch out my whole body, and go into an intense stretch, slightly lifting my ass from the bed, popping up the bulge of my now half hard meat, along with the abs, and expanding my rib cage with a deep breath, clench my fist to make my arm muscles pop out as well. Dustin is now bouncing his leg almost feverishly , and tapping a Zippo between his fingers onto an ashtray.
Most of the guys are now checking us both out, and the bois start grinning mostly watching Dustin. I start running my fingertips up and down my treasure trail, right in the center of my abs. I turn my head to the left, and take a deep slow whiff of my ripe stinkin pits. I let out a soft groan, then turn to the right, and flash a big shit-eatin grin at my lil bro.
“Got any cowboy in ya”?
That was all it took---like a rocket, Dustin bolts across the room, screaming like a banshee, 'ahhhhhhh', and lands full body on top of me. The impact nearly took my breath away. Instantly, he clamps his mouth around my right tit, and starts chewing. Oh fuck—that hurt like hell. Then after a few moments, switches over to the left, chewing me up like a piece of gum, all the while grinding his pelvis into mine. I notice the bois are laughing their asses off while watching the live show.
Dustin pushes my arms up over my head, then buries his face in my ripe stinkin bushy pit. Taking a long inhale of my funk, he then sticks out his super wet tongue, and starts lapping me up like a puppy. Switching to the other, he repeats the process, still grinding his now raging hard on into mine. Finally, he yanks the belt buckle open, and the buttons of my 501's in one motion, and hauling out my fully boned up 11” of cowboy meat, swallows it in one gulp.
The air has gotten quiter now, with the bois staring in amazement at Dustin's excellent cocksucking skills. Up and down he goes, each time burying his nose into the massive forest of my pubes, also damp from the days sweat. He continues for about 15 minutes, until finally jumping up, throws his jeans off in a matter of seconds. “FUCK ME MATTHEW” he screams, almost at the top of his lungs. “Rip my ass with ur cowboy cock” !!
Flipping him over on his back, I push Dustin's legs back by the knees, until they were buried in his pillow just behind his ears. Wrapping the heels of his feet, and arms around the back of his neck, I go to shed my own jeans, but he stops me , shouting “uh uh—leave it on—leave it all on”. I just shoot him a grin, so with jeans and jock just down to my thighs, exposing my awesome hairy ass to the audience, boots still on, and holding my cowboy hat with my right hand, I slam his hungry little shit hole, with all 11 inches.
A few whoops now let out from the room, I guess with most of them feeling the pain of entry, lol. Dustin lets out a scream, “ahhhhhh—oh fuck ya Matthew---fuck my guts---giddie up cowboy” !
I give him a smirk—damm you just can't fuck this boi hard enuff anymore—and continue the onslaught of his tite, deep jock hole. Grabbing him now by his ankles, and pushing him back some more, I got him in 'the lock down' and almost with full body weight attack his ass with no holding back. Slam after slam I continue, now dripping sweat from my forehead and pits onto his smooth defined chest. I bring his left foot back towards my face, and put my mouth on each toe, sucking and tonguing each one with passion. His abs tighten up in ecstasy as his eyes bug out from the sensation. I switch to the right, and continue the same treatment, sucking up the funk from his feet.
Nearing the moment now myself, I finally yank my swollen fuck meat from his ass, allowing him to collapse now on his back. Leaning back onto my haunches, with the heels of my boots digging into my ass, and arching backwards, I squeeze my fuck stick and volley.
Five shots of thick, unbroken rope go sailing over lil bro's head, splattering on the wall, following up with seven more, leaving a trail from his face to his pubes. Although pretty thick, my jizz starts oozing down the sides of his rib cage, and further down, puddling on his abs and pubes. The bois let out some cheers and whistles, and proceed into a loud applause.
I bend down and retrieve my hat, which obviously had fallen from my head during the onslaught, and smacking it across the top of my thigh, let out my own “yeee haaa” in perfect Texas fashion. Lil bro, just laying there on his back, heaving like he just ran a touchdown, and sweat pouring from his face, just grins. Lol, that fucker was in 'heaven'.
Holding up my jeans, I head towards the bathroom, and grab a towel to wipe up the sweat from my torso. I was truly out of breath. One of the bois shouts out “Jesus Christ Dustin—you ain't even busted ur own nut yet” !
Dustin grabs his meat, and turning to the right to check out the bois—he told me later that it was only then that he noticed that most of the bois were also dressed cowboy. With a huge grin, and sticking out his tongue like a puppy lapping up milk, he looks over at me, and I give him the 'nod' of approval. “You only turn 21 once, lil bro”. He again pulls his knees back behind his ears, and shouts “cowboy up, muther fuckers”
It was epic. There was just no stronger word than----SLUT :)
In an epic turn of events, about mid week after the booking into county, I was released from jail, and all the charges dropped. Cheif Kelso offered no explanation to me, other than 'just shut up and go home' “Oh---there was one thing Matthew”
“Ya”? “Who is this fucking 'king'” ?? “What ??? You mean the King was here”?? “So—this dude really is a King”? “Oh ya—big time”! So that's how it all happened. “I'll tell ya about it later”.
Of course this still left the question of what to do to Rick's dad, cause he had also committed a very high crime, in fact—multiple times over the years. After being released from the hospital, just a few days later, he and his wife disappeared from Tyler, never to be seen again.
So, living in Texas was usually pretty easy. Cows, and horses, and oil, and cowboy's were the stereotypical assumptions that that was all there was to Texas.
Not true—we had modern shit, lol. We had theaters, and plays, and opra's, and parades, and 4th of July just like the rest of the country—and indoor plumbing !
But I guess the first thing that comes to most peoples mind when you say Texas---
is the cowboy. Tall, mean, muscled up man.
So mostly, deep down at heart, I was the typical modern day urban punk. But, with that being said—I mean, I DID have a pair of cowboy boots—even a hat ! No self respecting male in the state of Texas would ever allow himself to be 'outed' as one that did not have at least one pair of boots ! Being a skateboarder at heart, for me it was typically kicks—the PF Flyer for a long time, and board shorts, and usually no shirt. For me—cowboy was 'dress up'--something I usually just did on special occasions or 'just in that mood'
If you recall back at chapter one I commented that the 4th was just a few weeks away—and lil bro's b'day—so that made for an acceptable occasion I guess.
I got dressed down in the basement. Dustin just slept with me—all his stuff was still upstairs in his old room. Finally yelling at me from the kitchen, he urges me to hurry the fuck up, and lets get down to the skatepark. So—I don the titest 501's I had, the shredded ones, lol. The boots, and the belt with the big brass buckle, and a skin tite tank top, and of course—the boots. Tony Lama snakeskins. Naturally, the 501's with the jock underneath bunched up my junk to where it looked like I had a baseball stuffed in them.
Entering the kitchen, Dustin takes one look, and drops his 20 oz beer to the floor.
“Hoooooly fuck !!! Jesus fuckin christ !!
“Damm bro—whut”?
“Whut ?? are you fucking k**ding me ?? Did you even look in the mirror Matthew”?
“What bro”?
“Oh my gawd Matthew—I never thought you could be any hotter than you already was---but ohhhh fuck me” !!!
“Come on Dustin—get a grip”
“Oh, I will Matthew—just you fuckin wait—Im gonna grip that shit all nite long” !
Dustin was ecstatic pretty much the whole day. I think seeing his big bro as 'cowboy' was way better a present than what I even actually got him—which looking back, I don't even remember what it was. During the course of the day, being hot as fuck in Texas, naturally I begin to sweat—ultimately pretty much soaking the top half of my torso—which was just driving him even more insane.
Lol, I guess it was a pretty sight of eye candy, and I did notice others as well staring me down, burning a hole through my jeans with their eyes, lol. That ass was looking pretty hot as well, with the seam of my jeans crawling right up the crack of my hard muscular ass. Eventually I just came out of the tank, exposing my hard 8-pac, thick bushy treasure trail, and squared off pecs.
Your bragging again Matthew---aight,--aight--Im sorry. But—I DO remember the after party that happened later that night down in the basement.
So—later on after all the festivities, bunch of us end up back at our house, down in the basement—me and Dustin and a few of the Diamand Dawgs, along with Ricky and Marky. Not a big deal really—we drank a few beers, smoked a few joints—nothing on the scale of years ago in high school.
I had forgotten to turn the air on in the basement, so now it was hot as fuck, even at midnight. Most of the bois shed their shirts and footware as we are all still sweating from the heat of the day. s**ttered across the room, on the floor, or beans bags, or even on my bed, all the guys just got into conversation, or watching something on TV, or video games. Lot of fucking beef down in the the Dillon basement tonight :)
Hours go by with everyone just having a good, calm time---until.
I had jumped up to take a piss. Now the bathroom, down in the basement wasn't a room actually. There was the toilet, and the sink, and the shower all in the corner of the room—but no actual walls—I mean—it's a basement, right ?
No one was shy about walking over and slinging out their meat to take a piss—I mean most of us there had played football together, and had taken hundreds of showers together anyway. But, as I do so—I take my typical stance, placing my right hand up on the wall, over the towel bar, and let my junk hang free to piss. My dick was perfectly straight—so I didn't have to worry about angle, and thus missing the target. Now, with a somewhat pent up piss, naturally I was hanging pretty low—prolly about 8” even semi-soft.
I notice Dustin eye-ballin me, so I just stood there for a few moments after completing my piss, playing with the hairs on my balls to get those last couple drops. Finally packing up, rather than stuff all my junk back into the jock, I reach in and pull the pouch to the side, and stuff my meat down the right leg, showing off my massive rod now.
A few more minutes go buy—I notice from my peripheral vision that Dustin was bouncing his leg up and down, much like I would do when agitated. I noticed also, that a couple of the guys were now eye-ballin us, flashing their eyes from one to another—they could tell that I was teasing the fuck out of my lil bro. Kelso gave a tap to Ricky, and just nodding, Ricky cuts loose a shit-eatin grin. He was probably the str8est in the room of all of us, but he knew the story.
I stretch out my whole body, and go into an intense stretch, slightly lifting my ass from the bed, popping up the bulge of my now half hard meat, along with the abs, and expanding my rib cage with a deep breath, clench my fist to make my arm muscles pop out as well. Dustin is now bouncing his leg almost feverishly , and tapping a Zippo between his fingers onto an ashtray.
Most of the guys are now checking us both out, and the bois start grinning mostly watching Dustin. I start running my fingertips up and down my treasure trail, right in the center of my abs. I turn my head to the left, and take a deep slow whiff of my ripe stinkin pits. I let out a soft groan, then turn to the right, and flash a big shit-eatin grin at my lil bro.
“Got any cowboy in ya”?
That was all it took---like a rocket, Dustin bolts across the room, screaming like a banshee, 'ahhhhhhh', and lands full body on top of me. The impact nearly took my breath away. Instantly, he clamps his mouth around my right tit, and starts chewing. Oh fuck—that hurt like hell. Then after a few moments, switches over to the left, chewing me up like a piece of gum, all the while grinding his pelvis into mine. I notice the bois are laughing their asses off while watching the live show.
Dustin pushes my arms up over my head, then buries his face in my ripe stinkin bushy pit. Taking a long inhale of my funk, he then sticks out his super wet tongue, and starts lapping me up like a puppy. Switching to the other, he repeats the process, still grinding his now raging hard on into mine. Finally, he yanks the belt buckle open, and the buttons of my 501's in one motion, and hauling out my fully boned up 11” of cowboy meat, swallows it in one gulp.
The air has gotten quiter now, with the bois staring in amazement at Dustin's excellent cocksucking skills. Up and down he goes, each time burying his nose into the massive forest of my pubes, also damp from the days sweat. He continues for about 15 minutes, until finally jumping up, throws his jeans off in a matter of seconds. “FUCK ME MATTHEW” he screams, almost at the top of his lungs. “Rip my ass with ur cowboy cock” !!
Flipping him over on his back, I push Dustin's legs back by the knees, until they were buried in his pillow just behind his ears. Wrapping the heels of his feet, and arms around the back of his neck, I go to shed my own jeans, but he stops me , shouting “uh uh—leave it on—leave it all on”. I just shoot him a grin, so with jeans and jock just down to my thighs, exposing my awesome hairy ass to the audience, boots still on, and holding my cowboy hat with my right hand, I slam his hungry little shit hole, with all 11 inches.
A few whoops now let out from the room, I guess with most of them feeling the pain of entry, lol. Dustin lets out a scream, “ahhhhhh—oh fuck ya Matthew---fuck my guts---giddie up cowboy” !
I give him a smirk—damm you just can't fuck this boi hard enuff anymore—and continue the onslaught of his tite, deep jock hole. Grabbing him now by his ankles, and pushing him back some more, I got him in 'the lock down' and almost with full body weight attack his ass with no holding back. Slam after slam I continue, now dripping sweat from my forehead and pits onto his smooth defined chest. I bring his left foot back towards my face, and put my mouth on each toe, sucking and tonguing each one with passion. His abs tighten up in ecstasy as his eyes bug out from the sensation. I switch to the right, and continue the same treatment, sucking up the funk from his feet.
Nearing the moment now myself, I finally yank my swollen fuck meat from his ass, allowing him to collapse now on his back. Leaning back onto my haunches, with the heels of my boots digging into my ass, and arching backwards, I squeeze my fuck stick and volley.
Five shots of thick, unbroken rope go sailing over lil bro's head, splattering on the wall, following up with seven more, leaving a trail from his face to his pubes. Although pretty thick, my jizz starts oozing down the sides of his rib cage, and further down, puddling on his abs and pubes. The bois let out some cheers and whistles, and proceed into a loud applause.
I bend down and retrieve my hat, which obviously had fallen from my head during the onslaught, and smacking it across the top of my thigh, let out my own “yeee haaa” in perfect Texas fashion. Lil bro, just laying there on his back, heaving like he just ran a touchdown, and sweat pouring from his face, just grins. Lol, that fucker was in 'heaven'.
Holding up my jeans, I head towards the bathroom, and grab a towel to wipe up the sweat from my torso. I was truly out of breath. One of the bois shouts out “Jesus Christ Dustin—you ain't even busted ur own nut yet” !
Dustin grabs his meat, and turning to the right to check out the bois—he told me later that it was only then that he noticed that most of the bois were also dressed cowboy. With a huge grin, and sticking out his tongue like a puppy lapping up milk, he looks over at me, and I give him the 'nod' of approval. “You only turn 21 once, lil bro”. He again pulls his knees back behind his ears, and shouts “cowboy up, muther fuckers”
It was epic. There was just no stronger word than----SLUT :)
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