Chapter 3: Jamal’s Story

Jamal---Want to know my story? Ok, here goes. I played high school basketball. I was good but not that good. My senior year I met Sue and we started dating. I got her cherry one night in the back seat of my grandmother’s Buick. What can I say? It was tight, white teen-age pussy. Of course it was good. We dated about 6 months as I remember then she moved off. I never heard from her again.

I graduated and of course there was no job for a poor black kid who barely graduated. My basketball skills did not get me any offers to go to college so I did the only thing available. I started selling drugs on the corner. I was bringing in good money. My grandmother did not approve and tried to get me to stop but I could not find anything else. I moved up in the organization. I became a favorite with one of the Mexican bosses and I started managing some of the guys on the corners. One night this Mexican and I caught one of my boys stealing from us. To set an example I took him in an alley and capped his ass. At first I planned on throwing that gun in the river but then I had an idea.

This Mexican liked to practice shooting his pistol so I took him to a gun range. As we were finishing up I made a joke about my pistol not shooting straight. He took it and fired it about eight times and handed it back to me saying, “It’s not the pistol it’s the Pistolero.”

I said a sarcastic “Thanks” while grinning on the inside.

Things went well for almost 2 years. I was moving up in the Rio Bravo cartel. I had my own section of the city and I was rolling in dough. I picked up 10 kilos of heroin at the border and was on my way to deliver them when I had a flat. A cop stopped to help me. I tried, too hard I guess, to tell him I did not need any help. He opened the trunk and about 5 more cop cars appeared. I had been discovered. They were all Feds and after I was booked a lawyer appeared. He told me to keep my mouth shut and he would get me a deal.

Two days later he comes in and tells me they offered 25 years. I would be out in 15. I told him sure set it up.

Back in my cell I told the guard I wanted to talk to the DEA agent that busted me. In an interview room outside of the ears of the other prisoners I made a better deal. I told them a story about Jose Gomez shooting a street dealer and I had the pistol with his prints on it to prove it. I wanted witness protection and no jail time.

To make a long story short you should just know I delivered the gun. The bullets matched of course, Jose was arrested and I testified against him at trial. He got 99 years in a Federal super max prison. No parole and one 30 minute visit a month. No phone calls. I found out that Jose was Don Ricardo’s oldest son. Don Ricardo? He is the head of the Rio Bravo cartel. He was not happy with me. He put a half million dollar reward for the person who would bring him my head. Yes, that’s right my head. That is one of the things they do. Cut the heads off their enemies. I was moved to another city and given $100,000 for my testimony. I rented an apartment and got a job in a warehouse. I was taught to drive a forklift and for two years I loaded trucks. Then one day a driver said, “Hey Jamal.”

I about swallowed my tongue. I turned to find a guy I had played basketball with in high school. We shook hands and he told me how he met a girl and married her. She was from here in town. They moved here to be close to her family. He wanted us to get together this weekend and relive old times. When he left I called my contact in the Marshall’s office and I was moved that very night.

I stayed for two nights in a cheap hotel. Studying my new identity. When I had it memorized I started job hunting. I enjoyed driving a fork lift and it was easy to get a job. I was getting settled in when on my day off I went to the grocery. There was Sue. I had not thought of her in years but after talking and finding out about her I made a big mistake. I did not notify the Marshalls. I did not want the hassle of moving again and besides according to her she had as much to lose as I did. Ok maybe her husband would not cut off her head but she did not want to lose the lifestyle she has. So if we were both careful I could stay here and enjoy that tight pussy. She would enjoy my big cock and nobody would be the wiser. A win, win situation.

The first day was like I remembered it. Beautiful blonde hair, nice tits and a tight pussy. It was waxed she said and she acted like she did that for me. Like I was going to put my mouth anywhere close to that nasty hole. Her husband has been fucking that and I ain’t getting another man’s cum in my mouth no matter how sweet her pussy is.

The first time was just too short. She had to get home but she promised she would be back the next day and she could stay longer.