Jumbo Epps
Copyright© 2026 by A Bad Attitude
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - The life of a pro football player who decided to get into the drug business to support his lifestyle after football. I hope I got the codes right this time.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Fiction Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wimp Husband Interracial Black Male White Couple Cream Pie Oral Sex
It was my second year as a pro. I was expecting to make all pro this year. I was in the best shape of my life when it happened. I would like to tell you that some offensive tackle ended my career but it was my own teammate.
We were practicing and he tripped. He rolled up my left leg. It tore not only my ACL tendon in my knee but also my Achilles tendon. I walk with a slight limp to this day.
Now I am back in Memphis, where I started.
I was used to having money and now all I had was my savings. My college degree was useless. And I was not exactly the returning hometown boy. No, remember I did not go to Memphis State? Well it seems some people hold a grudge. I did not want to work for some car dealership anyway. But I did need to find a way to make money.
After about 6 months of sitting around my over-priced but paid for penthouse apartment my cousin had an idea. He had worked for this drug dealer, Leroy Lincoln, this guy had been caught on film giving a man who owed him money a hot shot and kidnapping his girlfriend. The girl was later found dead and Leroy went to jail for a long time. He was killed in a fight in jail.
Why would this interest me? My cousin, DJ, handled all the sales. The problem was that the Mexican cartel Leroy had dealt with would not front him the drugs. He showed me how we could buy the pure cocaine from the Mexicans, step on it with soda, and then sell it on the street at five times the price we paid for it.
I became a drug dealer.
Now I was rolling in cash again. I handled the buys, DJ the sales. We had no problems and everything was running smoothly for about two years.
It was during those two years that I started going to the Vapors Supper Club. They had good food but my interest was in the clientele. Lots of white women hung around there, some with their husbands and some just single women looking for a date. I always got lucky there. A couple of times I picked up a husband and wife team.
If there was anything I learned from Sandy and Wade, it is that white guys are weird. They both had beautiful women who they had eventually married but had shared them with a big black guy. Weird for them, fun for me. I hooked up with one such couple one night at the Vapors.
The guy was in the securities business; you know stocks and bonds. She was a secretary. They were eating and the band was starting up. I asked if she would dance with me and she said yes. As I held her close, she felt my cock. “Wow that is big. I bet it is 10 inches long.” “No baby, it is a foot long.”
“Can I see it?”
“Of course, you can but what about your husband?”
“He likes to watch. Is that a problem?
“No, not at all.”
That’s how it started with Donnie and Brenda. It worked out real well. I found out that I liked to do a line or two of coke before I had sex. And so did they! I only did the good stuff. One night, as Donnie cleaned me and sucked me hard again so I could fuck his little black-haired wife for the third time, he said he could sell this coke. He asked where he could buy some.
The next day I introduced him to my cousin. Everything was going so good. I really liked fucking Brenda and she said she had a friend where she worked that wanted to try a big black cock. I was thinking about all the things I could make them do after I got them high. Things like watching them 69 each other while I fucked them and maybe then having Donny eat my cum out of one of their pussies.
I gave them a call at home and did not get an answer. The next morning, I called Donnie at work. I was told they had gone out of town suddenly due to a death in the family. Shit, there went my plans for the weekend.
I decided to go over to the Vapors and see if I can maybe pick something up there. My sister had called and wanted to talk to me about something, so I invited her to join me for supper. I spot a man and wife at a table close to us. My sister is going on and on about something. I am paying her no attention. I am focused on this man and his blonde wife. The food comes and I go to the restroom. I need a little “pick me up” if you know what I mean. The band is starting to play as I get back to our table. I decide now is the time to make my move. I walk over to their table as my sister is trying to get my attention. I am on a mission tonight and I don’t have time to listen to her. I ask the blonde to dance. I am told no. Not wanting to take no for an answer I keep talking and I reach out and take her hand. She jerks back and screams like I raped her. In a flash this security guard is there. His name is Gunny. What kind of stupid name is that?
“Hey, no need to get upset,” he says to the young blond. Then to me he says, “Walk with me.” I am a little high. Yes, I did a line in the car before I came in, then another in the restroom. I follow him towards the door.
“Look, I am Jumbo Epps...”
“Ok, Mr. Epps. We have no problem you asking ladies to dance. We have a dance floor, we expect that. But if you ask and they say no just move on to the next one. There are plenty here to choose from,” he laughs. He opens the door for me and I remember I have not paid my check. He tells me not to worry about it. He’ll take care of it so I leave. Later that night I think I should have whipped his ass. I mean he threw me out of the club and who is he to tell me who I can dance with? I would not let that happen again. I had forgotten all about being with my sister. Maybe I am doing too much coke.
Two weeks later I am near the airport. My monthly delivery has just come in. Four keys of coke and 4 bottles containing 250 pills each of scopolamine, a date rape drug. I don’t have to take no for an answer anymore.
I have an 8 ball of coke in my pocket along with a couple of those pills. I do a couple of lines, maybe I am doing too much of this shit lately. I call DJ and tell him to meet me at the Vapors. We’ll have a steak and I will give him the four keys for him to take and step on.
At the club I get us a table. I nodded to Gunny as I came in. Tonight I had my posse, DJ was bringing Lucas, who is a stone cold killer. I am sure he can take care of himself.
I spotted my target the minute I got in the club. She was tall, red hair and nice boobs. She was seated with another red head, shorter than her and a still shorter black-haired girl. There was this cracker sitting at the table also, I’ll let him watch if he wants. They were finishing their meal when the band started up. I got up and asked the tall redhead to dance. She said no but I was not going to take no for an answer tonight. I started to take her hand when his guy Gunny shows up. My posse had followed me when it looked like trouble was about to start. The cracker started to get up but the little black-haired girl stopped him. Good move on her part. No use getting hurt when you don’t have to. All I want is a dance and maybe buy her a drink and slip her one of these pills...
“Jumbo, we’ve been over this before, ask once then politely leave if you are told no.”
I told my boys to hold him while I dance with this whore. If she is nice I might let her touch my 12-inch cock. That’s when things went to shit. Lucas starts to grab him and in seconds he is on the floor knocked out cold. Then I really didn’t see what he did to DJ, but there was blood everywhere and DJ was lying on top of Lucas. Well I had enough of this shit. I rush him like going after a quarterback. I get to him and wrap my arms around him.
“I’m going to break your fucking back...”
Damn my head exploded. I release him and grab my ears. I feel blood in my hands. Then my balls explode. I try to scream but what comes out is not what I expected. I sounded like a wounded cat. Then the lights go out.