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One Lucky White Boi–Chapter 9–ReincarnationOne Lucky White Boi—Chapter 9—Reincarnationdinga dinga ding ding—-dinga dinga ding ding—-NnnnnnBbbbbbCeeee“Proud as a Peacock” !“Good evening—Mary Stevens for Action News 5.Our top story tonight—former Jr. Rodeo Champion Matthew Dillon—is awake !That story, and more coming right up”bzzz bzzz clang clang bzz bzz clang clang“Matthew” !Bzz bzz clang clang clang“Matthew—wake up” !Bzz bzz clang clang ding -ding -ding“Matthew—stay with us—come on buddy”Bzz bzz clang clang clang“Matthew—fight it Matthew—come on” !Bzz bzz clang clang ding-ding-ding-ding“Somebody shut off that noise” !!I barely understood the words—they were faint, and sounded as if from a distance. “Mooooooooooooooooom !!! Moooooooom—come quick”!!Again faint—but familiar sounding. “Moooom he’s waking up—Moooooooooooom” !!!A new alarm stats now—ding dong—ding dong—ding dongSomeone slaps me–”Come on Matthew –fight it—open your eyes” !!!ding dong—ding dong—ding dongFeels like now someone is sitting on me, and grabbing my shirt.I’m still pretty out of it, just moaning and groaning. Then, that slightly familiar voice again, now screaming in my face–“Matthew !!!! Cowboy the fuck up”!!I think my dick twitched—not sure, but I felt something. Another slap to the face—I felt that, and it was pissing me off.“Cowboy up Matthew !!! Wake the fuck up” !Finally I managed to get my eyes fluttering—but I just couldn’t hold them open, and clenched them back shut, turning my head to the left. “Nooooooooo Matthew—cowboy up ! Get the fuck up Matthew ‘!!!!!Shaking me now, and still slapping my damm face. Another voice now– “Someone move the light out his face”Finally, I managed to open my eyes—it took a few moments for them to focus. Some ass hole is sitting on my chest. The room has suddenly gotten quieter. Bunch of people standing around me—they’re all dressed in white.Oh fuck—-I’m dead !“Matthew” !! Back to the idiot on my chest. Focusing again on this dude sitting on me, and with a few blinks, finally I say–“Dustin”? “Yaaaaaaaa !!!! Oh my god !!! Yaaaaahhhh !A roar of cheers light up the room, clapping—yelling—cheering—screaming. “We have him people !!! He’s awake !! Welcome back Matthew !!“Oh Matthew—I love you so much—I love you so much brother”Well—I guess that is Dustin sitting on me—wish he would get off.“Get off me” I softly mumble—it was very difficult to talk for some reason. “Welcome back Matthew—I missed you so much—look–here’s mom”!Same shit—oh honey—welcome back n shitDamm—so where the fuck I been anyway ?“Dustin, why don’t you and your mom each grab an arm, and slowly pull him up, so he can sit up”.The two do just that, but I can barely hold pendik escort myself up. Why the fuck am I so weak ?Fluttering my eyes again to focus, I manage to look around the room. There must have been 20 people in here. “Hospital” ??“Ya Matthew”, it was Dustin again—he looked all grown up n shit. I looked at him, still confused. “What happened” ? “You fell off a horse, Matthew”“Horse ??? I never rode no fuckin horse” !!“Well, ya you did bro—lots of horses, cowboy”.“Stop calling me cowboy—I hate that shit”“Naaa Matthew—you love cowboy—you just been out of it a while—been dreaming a lot” “How long”? Suddenly, the room is quite again—everyone staring at what I guessed was a doctor.“Matthew—I’m Dr. Shelby—you have been in a c***—for 15 years”.Suddenly, I go cold—confused again, my head is spinning.“Whaaaat” !“Fifteen years, Matthew—you been out 15 years—and now you finally woke up”, it was Dustin again. “Matthew—what’s the last thing you remember”? One of the Dr’s. Ask.“Dirtbike—flew out in the road”The doctor, now shaking his head, “Naa—that never happened Matthew—you got flung from a horse—he stepped in a hole, knocking you off, and your head hit a rock. You’ve been in a c*** ever since”.“Fuck” “Lets everyone clear the room, and give Matthew some time to get his head cleared. Remember everyone—for Matthew, it’s just the next day after the accident. He’s still just 15 years old”. For the next three weeks or so, I underwent voice development, physical therapy, all kinds of tests with probing and questions and all kinds of shit that basically was just agitating me. They formed a group of myself and Dustin, with lots of doctors, and my two best buds from school—Kelso, and Patroni. Well, lol, at least they were real ! They told me that mom had to work most of the time—but she was nearby whenever I wanted to see her. Mostly I told them the stories of what was now apparently—dreams. In a nut shell—I never played football, therefore—was not a hometown hero—no state championships, no trophies—no medal—nothing. Likewise, there was no skatepark—and I never moved to Dallas and became a porn star, lol. To myself—I was dead. What I thought in my head as lifelong accomplishments in football, moto racing, and striking it rich in the hustling scene, and professional porn, never happened. Shit—I never even went to high school ! I basically had no life—for fifteen years. They gradually started me back on solid food—and with a bit of help from Dustin, I was able to take a shit, lol, shower, and other stuff. Dustin would shave me, and when I asked about mirrors, he would only reply “not yet”. Odd—but I just left it alone. Maybe my face was fucked up or something, kağıthane escort and they just didn’t want me to see it yet. Shit—I was actually enjoying the attention and care I was getting from my lil bro. He said he never left my side—for 15 fucking years !!I mean ya—he had school, and then later work and stuff. He had friends and went out and did normal stuff, but every single day he would end up back in the hospital room with me, talking to me, holding my hand, etc. He told me that over the years that I had actually been pronounced dead three times !! Later they figured that the deaths probably co-insided with a traumatic event in one of my dreams. Weeks later, the ‘newness’ of the case had begin to wear off, and almost back to normal. Dustin said I might get to go home next week—there was one more thing for them to tell me—and they had to make sure my brain was fully charged, and I could accept it mentally. “What” ? I would ask—but lil bro would still only answer– “Not yet Matthew” We finally got a night together alone. After supper, Dustin and me were just watching some TV. Wow—the world has certainly changed a lot—and I got to get me one of those new corvettes !Dustin looked over at me, and just smiled. I kinda of grinned back at him– “What”?“You know—the best stories are the ones you told me in private”.Kinda nervous I reply, “You mean all the sex stuff, I guess”?“Ya—for the most part—pretty hot. The good news is though, all the bad parts—they never happened. Wasn’t no stuff between you and dad—you didn’t get ****d from Maurice and Mark—and since you never actually moved off to become a hustler, you never got beat up either”.“Damm—well that’s good news, I guess. So lil bro—which parts were real”?Dustin grins real big, then fishes out a bottle from his back pac he always had with him. He walks up beside me laying on the bed, and pulling the sheets down to my waist, begins rubbing on my hairy belly. I gave him a nervous grin again, “That feels good lil bro—but should you be doing that”? “Oh ya Matthew—you used to love it when I rubbed ur belly”. Then suddenly, Dustin dips his hand down under the sheet, and grabs my junk. “Dustin” !“It’s ok Matthew—you prolly don’t remember right now—but it will come back to you. We started jackin off together when we was about 13. Couple of times a week, then by 14 it was every night ! One of us would sneak into the others room, and we didn’t need no porn or nothin—all we needed was each other. Even at 14, you blew an awesome nut ! All over ur chest and belly—it was massive—I loved to lick it up off you”. I was so overwhelmed that my brain didn’t even maltepe escort bring to focus that I was five years older than my lil bro—so when he said ‘we’ started jackin off together at 13, it made no sense !I was so turned on by the story that I now had a raging boner. I slung the sheet down, and stared in amazement at my vein poppin thick meat. Not quite the 11 incher I had dreamed about, but still a healthy 9, I guessed. Dustin jumps for the door of the room, and locks it, then flipped the lights off, ‘cept for the one lamp in the corner. Coming back to me, he climbs up on the bed, and lays down beside me, propped up on one elbow. “Your body continues to grow—even in a c***. Over the years, you’ve had a few night time ejaculations—prolly from dreaming, but nothing really big. So—-I figure it’s been 15 years now since you really blew a healthy nut”, Dustin shoots a really big grin, then slowly went down, and took my roaring hard on into his mouth.I almost went into convulsions. Instantly, my abs tightened up, and I threw my head back into my pillow, and eyes bugged out from the sensation. Even from my dreams I never felt such a wonderful sensation. Slowly, up and down my raging shaft Dustin sucks on his big bro’s meat. My head swelled out in it’s full mushroom splendor —the fuck juice oozing out of my piss slit—just like I had dreamed thousands of times. Dustin, running his tongue across it, causes my whole body to jerk in reaction. It only took a few minutes—I mean, afterall, it had been 15 years !! And that’s a really fucking long time to be backed up, lol. Dustin suddenly comes off my dick, and quickly squirting a few drops of lube, takes my meat in his fist. Moderately jacking me now, he tells me to just kick back, and try not to tense up. Just as in my dreams, he suddenly brings his hand up, and brings it crashing down on my now convulsing 8-pac of abs, and I blow. It was like being electrocuted. My whole body tensed up and started shaking. Volly after volly—I strike the wall behind my head, with one long unbroken stream of junk after another. Dustin said later I hit the wall seven times ! Then continued to spurt rope after rope across my chest and belly. I was totally saturated by my jizz—you would have thought a horse had just cummed on me :)There was a rap at the door, and Dustin quickly pulled the sheet and blanket up to my neck. Opening the door—it was one of the doctors. “Well Matthew—everything is looking good—I think you can go home tomorrow”.I let out a laughter of joy. Finally—after nearly nine months, I can go home, and begin my ‘new’ life. Which apparently, was your everyday Texas cowboy. “It still might be some weeks, or even months before you can get back up on a horse, just take it slowly. But, you do need to ‘cowboy up’ Matthew—you won’t fully recover mentally until you do”.As the doc turns to leave the room, he points his finger up towards the wall behind my head. “Oh—and it’s good to see that your healthy—-that’s damm impressive”, with a big shit eatin grin.
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