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Tales of a Hustler—Young, Dumb, and full o Cum–Tales of a hustler—Young, Dumb, and full of Cum—Pt 2I think it was about 3:00 AM. I woke up hearing the awfullest noise. I started to turn over, but was met with searing pain, across most of my body. My head, my chest, my balls, what the fuck ??It was Dustin—he was screaming “dudes, dudes, get the fuck out here” Lil bro and a couple of others came outside the front door of the convention center. As I became more awake, I realized that I had passed out, right at the front door. Still buck naked, and pretty much covered in b l o o d. “come on dawgs—hurry” Dustin sounded like he was in a panic. Finally they all show up, well, all that were there, about five of them total. “come on dawgs—get him inside—come on”! He was in a panic—he was crying. Shit I dont think I ever seen my lil bro cry—he was tough as shit. It took 4 of them, hoisting their arms under my pits, to drag me inside. I was pretty fucking heavy at 200 even. Most of the guys, cept for Dustin were pretty small by comparison.As they d**g me in to the middle of the room, two of the bois moved the coffee table over, and they dropped me in the middle of the rug. One had grabbed a pillow from his room, and put it under my head. Moving my head back and forth a bit, I remember thinking—damm, was that jizz ?? Fuckin sicko. I heard Dustin again frantic on the phone, saying something about urgent—and officer Ramirez. I think I was still b l e e d I n g—feeling something warm going down the side of my head.Officer Ramirez, and Officer Johnson showed up about ten minutes later. As they walked into the front door, Dustin lunged at them, shouting “You fuckers—you motherfuckers—you did this to him “! Why—why did you do this “? “Chill out Dustin—ur brother knew it was coming” replied officer Johnson. Dustin blared back “you fuck—you didn’t have to do this. You left him outside, knocked out, You fuckin knocked his ass out—he was nekk** yo !–Im gonna kill you”! Officer Jamirez flashed a look over to Kyle and Conner—”get his ass under control, or we will take him in—nobody can prove anything—and he (pointing at me), aint. As Kyle and Connor went to grab bahis firmaları Dustin, to calm him down he fought back, striking Connor across the face. “Fuck you—fuck you bitches—you get some goddamm paramedics.! You get them now—or Ill tell you r a p e d my bro ! Do it—fuckin now!” He was totally beside himself. —between the screaming , coughing, crying, you could barely understand what he was saying. Officer Ramirez grabbed at his belt, and came up with a tazer—and popped Dustin in the chest. All the bois gasped—it was getting ugly. Officer Ramirez pointed at Kyle and Conner and ordered them to hold his ass, or he was going to hit him again. The last three bois had come up now, dragging in from town, then they started in on the cops as well. “What the fuck dudes—son of a bitch—man who fuckin did this ?? Officer, what the fuck is happening”? Kyle and Conner still holding Dustin by the arms, as he struggled against them, started up again “do something—-get him some help “! He was screaming at the top of his lungs, tears flowing down his face, which was red from screaming. As I lay on the floor, shaking from the cold, I murmured as best I could–”Dustin, Dustin ! Chill out bro—ur making it worse” “But Matthew !! “ NO lil bro-there’s just things you don’t understand. Leave it alone” I reached my arm up, and motioned him to come to me. As I grabbed him by the back of the neck, and pulled him down to my face, I whisper to him—“let it go—now”, Dustin finally stopped, and fell to his knees. Kyle and Connor let go of him, and he buried his face in my chest, and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He was really fucking hurt–and having a really hard time with the scene. . Officer Ramirez rattled off some code in his radio, and then reported that ‘they’ would be here in about ten minutes. Tyler piped up finally, and asked what the fuck happend. Dustin snarled at him telling him to leave me the fuck alone. Tyler just stared at him, and finally Dustin said he was sorry. Tyler replied with “sure dawg, no problem—I understand”, and placed his hand on Dustin’s shoulder.The paramedics finally show up, and come running in the house with all kinds of boxes, kaçak iddaa and sacks, and equipment. They ‘worked’ on me for about an hour—talking back and forth on the radio. They wiped, and smeared, and prodded, and probed, and wrapped. Finally they gave me two shots. I heard one say one was for pain, one was to knock me out—put me somewhere and let me rest. Lots of ice—and some pills for the swelling when I wake back up. Keep somebody beside me all the time, monitoring. For any reason, call them, and they would come back. They start to pack up, so I grab one by the arm—”so Doc, what’s the damage”? The medic looked over at officer Ramirez. He kinda shrugged his shoulders and said, “well, he’s the oldest one here actually. I guess this is all the adult we got” “damm” was the response. The medic went on with “who’s the brother”? Dustin kinda raised his hand, glancing over at officer Jamirez. He motioned for Dustin to come over and sit on the couch. The other bois came around me as well, in a semi-circle. The paramedics started to look worried—but Ramirez assured them that we were just in ‘protection mode’. The medic started up “OK, we got a busted eye-looks like it was already injured. We gave you 6 stitches. You got two cracked ribs, and your right foot is fractured—we wrapped up your rib cage–they will heal on their own—don’t rush it. Your chest and back has multiple bruises, from getting beat—some kind of blunt instrument. . You got a couple of loose teeth, but if your careful, they will tighten back up in a couple of weeks. We checked your ass to see if you been r a p e d. There’s definitely been something in there, but I don’t think there’s any actual damage. If it hurts the next time you go to the bathroom, or you see b l o o d–call us immediately. We are assuming you don’t want to go to the hospital–because of your ‘trade’, and no insurance—we will keep it to ourselves”As they continued to pack up, officer Ramirez approached Dustin. “Look k**—it got out of hand. Your brother started putting up a fight, and it just got out of hand. We are sorry, really. I know it might take some time for you to let it go, we got fund down at the station—we kaçak bahis can help out with the scripts and stuff you might need. We will come by and check on Matt, every day, if you will allow us. We will take care of him, and see that he gets well.” Dustin just kind of glared at them without giving an answer. Kyle started crying, and whining, saying it was all his fault. Even officer Jamirez told him “no, dont think that. The dude roughed you up, and yur bud there just came to your rescue. He went a bit to far, and so did we. It’s not your fault. We can get you bois somebody to talk to, if ya want. Just let us know” “And keep ur shit low—if someone figures out your staying here, were all going to be in trouble”.With that the two cops picked me up off the floor to take me to bed. Hell, lol, Im still fuckin naked—and about half a boner. Dustin objected at first, but the others told him just chill, and let them do it. He pulled a chair up to the bed, and covered me up with a blanket. Damm it felt good—maybe now I can stop shivering. The cops finally left. As the scene calmed down, and the main lights were cut off, most of the bois headed for bed. It was about 5:oo Am now, and for the most part, everyone was exhausted. Two of them said they would stay up a bit, and do some TV. Kyle came into the room with Dustin and me. As I lay there, I could feel myself getting drowsy—the shot was kicking in. I asked Kyle to fetch me a coke—he jumped like a leopard. I laughed at him, as he brought it to me and I took a few swigs, I try to muster a smile at him and my lil bro. “Hey, weren’t you guys about to take “care” of me “? They looked at me dumbfounded. Kyle says “Ur fuckin nuts, right ? You mean NOW? “Yo dawgs—can you believe this dawg—he just gets his shit beat, and he wants a blow job”? I hear some laughter. “Fuck him—he can’t get away”. Kyle looks back at me, over to Dustin, and back at me again. “Serious, dude”? I chuckle as best I could and looked at Kyle, right in the eyes. “Bro—have you EVER got a blow job while coming down from anesthesia”? “It’s fuckin epic” I relaxed on my back, and closed my eyes, this time with my hands on my belly. I smiled as I felt a hand grab my dick—yup, still hard as fuck. As a tongue started licking my piss slit, where my fuck juice had once again started oozing, I felt a mouth going all the way down to my pubes. Fuck—- Lights out.

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