Tales of a Hustler—Believe

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Tales of a Hustler—BelieveTales of a Hustler—Believe—and get fuckedMore rain—actually a lot of fuckin rain. Flash floods—tornado warnings. Certainly no work today—at least in our field 🙂 It was only noon, but all the bois were up, and getting anxious. I told a couple of them to go work out. They just frowned. I decided to start some spaghetti sauce for later tonight—I Like it to simmer a few hours.“Damm bro—is there ANY thing you can’t do”? I gave a smile, and a chuckle. “My jr. high football coach made us say everyday ‘I can do anything’ Guess it works” Cody persisted “you really believe that “? “Well, maybe. Think about it—if a little k** is told everyday by a mean dad that he will never amount to anything—how long you think before he starts to believe it”? “Ok, I get ya—not too long I guess” “Yep, and by the time he’s say, 16”? “Ya I see where you going—juvie” “RIGHT”“So Matt, is that what makes you so fearless—positive thinking and shit “? “LOL—well, maybe part of it. The positive reinforcement makes you believe in yourself. Everybody isn’t born a jock. Some can throw a ball 50 yards—other’s can’t even hold it right. Some can wow you through a 20 minute drum solo—and some don’t even know how to hold the sticks. ‘Fearless’ you say ?? You got to believe in yourself 100%. Being righteous and fair is paramount. You go after everything you do with all the fever you got, and the cause at the moment is the most important thing in the world. When you step on your own battlefield, weather it’s a football, or b-ball court; boxing match or those streets out there, or defending ur lil bro, or homies—you got to not care, if you live or die”. The ‘quest’ is all that matters. “All-righty then—I dubb ye a knight” Tommy, standing tall, pats me on the right, then left shoulder. Everyone enjoyed a little chuckle. Guess it was kinda heavy for a cooped up stormy day. But it seemed the right time—and the bois listened to me. You may think they don’t—but don’t be fooled. I often get quoted back from them, even stuff I said a year ago.“So Taz—I think ur a baddass. Is that the same “? I spun canlı kaçak iddaa around from the counter, and said “No—not the same at all. Being ‘fearless’ as Cody put it, is belief in yourself, bravery, and convictions. Being a baddass, on the other hand, is more a series of bad decisions, and a whole lot of showing off. Most of the time, ur just being a bully”“I got ya bro” Another in the living room pipes up “Yo dawgs—all that philosophy is kewl and all—but fuck yo’s we getting bored as fuck. The phone ain’t ringgin, and nobody’s even horny for some in house practice, lol”I smile back at Tommy. “I told you guys to go work out” “Ahh fuck Taz, that ain’t gonna get nobody horny” “Really ?? Ya think ?? Why don’t you try yo”?? “Go put on a pair of gym shorts—you know, the shorty shorts that hide nothing. Get ur spotter, and get to sweatin. I garuntee ya in a bit, somebody gonna get hard”. “And besides, some of you guys starting to get a little soft anyway==so that’s an order”The guys got up, heading for the ‘weight room’ moaning and groaning. Tommy remained in the kitchen with me—assisting. In just a few minutes the sound of grunts and groans and clanking steel filled the room. Music to me—brought back memories. A few started crying out loud—so I holler at them don’t get too heavy too fast—don’t need any strained muscles. Tommy watched me slice n dice n stir n mix with fascination. “It’s all in the presentation” I told him. He just smiled and continued to watch. After a few minutes, I paused, and turned the sauce down to simmer. I cock my head to the side, and say to Tommy “You hear that”. Tommy responded with “I don’t hear anything” I grin and say “Exactly”. Just as I start to head for the weight room, I hear a cry of ‘ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh’, then stop and turn around. Guess they were just setting up. Tommy and me went on with a little clean up, so it didn’t build up. After a few more minutes, I stopped again, and look over at Tommy, slightly grinning again. “What” he says. “There’s only one groaning—and no clanking anymore” We glance at each other, then both bolt for the weight tipobet room. Screeching to a halt right at the doorway, sliding in our socks, we both peak around and look towards the far wall. Fuck me upside down, there’s Cody, on his back on the bench—with his feet planted firmly on the barbell above his head. His twin bro Cole, is straddled over the bench, with his two hands on top of the bar, holding on. And right in the middle—is Cole’s thick 9” dick evading his bro, Mr. str8 boi top only. Slow deep plunges, Cole, the slightly smaller of the twins, dominates his bro. All the others are standing around in a semi-circle, stripped down, and pulling on their meat in virtual silence. Tommy and me just stand there watching, with our jaws hanging. Cole continues with his slow methodical fuck, making his bro continue his cry’s of passion. Cole grips the bar bell so hard that his muscles and shoulders start flexing up. You could see the b l o o d vessels popping up on his forearms, and on the insides of his biceps. Sweat is pouring from Cole’s pits, and dropping down to Cody’s belly. Totally dazed, Cody suddenly shouts out “fuck me —fuck my shit bro–fuck my guts”! The other bois now start moving in closer, to where they were now shoulder to shoulder—panting, jacking their young cocks. It was unbelievable that Cody, the more butch of the twins, was on his back–feet pinned behind his head, was allowing his lil bro to punk him out. Cole rared back, and gave his bro 4 quick pops in his hole, and then Cody erupts—again with the ahh ahh ahh. He spurts his cream straight up into his own mouth. Cody pulls out, and slings his last two or three shots onto his bro’s chest. The other bois started nuttin as well, spraying hot streams of young boi junk across Cody’s face and chest, and some hitting his ass, and then dripping down his slightly hairy crack. As they slow, and I look over at Tommy, I see that he too had pulled his nut out, and most of it was dripping down my right leg. “Really bro—really”? I just grinned at him as he blushed. As the action subsided, Tommy and me returned to the tipobet giriş kitchen to prep for dinner for us all. It wasn’t often we were all together. The clanking of weights picked up again momentarily, I guess they were putting them up. As the bois started filing back to the kitchen, and reaching for plates, Cody speaks first—”You know Taz, I guess that speech earlier had something to it” “Ya dawg—like how do you mean”?Cody continues with “well, there I was , on my back, you know—doin bench presses. While Im doin them, Cole grabs my ankles, and raises my feet up to the edge of the bench. Whole different stretch, right. That’s when I start groaning—it felt really good. Im just thinking he’s just helping me get a good stretch. Then he puts his hand up on top of the bar—in the middle, like he’s stopping me. So—I give. Then that’s when he starts pushing my legs back a bit underneath the bar. Wasn’t thinking at first that now my ass is totally open and exposed. Then out of no where, I feel something dripping down on my hole. right ? I just think Im sweatin like a pig, maybe. It was my first cock in the ass. He plunges all the way down–I can tell he bottomed out at the end of my shit canal. That’s when I first cried out—I was kinda surprised. Bet he kept going—in and out with his thick head cock—and Im thinking, being my twin, am I fucking myself, or am I getting fucked by myself, lol” Im also thinking I couldn’t believe it took this long for this to happen.So as he picks up the pace, and starts hitting me a bit harder, it got kinda tough to take it, right—but that’s when I cries out for him to fuck me hard—I wanted it–I wanted it bad. It was like a nut that had been building up for 17 years. And I knew with all my heart, and all my convictions, that I could take my bro’s cock rippin my ass, knocking at my guts, and I believed at that moment, that his cock was all that mattered. The quest was paramount. A couple of the bois pause, as well as myself, and just stared over at Cody. Realizing now that Cody had been doing a parody of my morning speech—we all started laughing –looking over at Cole. “So twin number 1–was it everything you hoped for”? The bois giggled some more, teasing. Cole softly replied “That was the best hole I ever had”They was some good bois—lots of heart, lots of hidden love, and I loved them.

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