New suspensor Tales -- -Chptr 5 -- -Me and Mr. John Luther Jones

"Hey great game guys— got ta jet"“ What 's up Dillon— got ta hot escort"?"Ya, I think so"“ No shower ? promise she likes funk"!"ya, me too"

I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the shower sign of the zodiac. We had a safe game that nighttime, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at nighttime, it 's was pretty fuckin hot in East Texas—about 80. I was sweatin like a pig, and damm near smelled like one. I hopped in the GTO with fall guy Mattox. Catching me correct after the game he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked young hot sweaty athletic supporter. He said this would be an easy gig -- -just bitch back and let the buster mouth do all the work. He fires up a joint and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the dope in one tenacious pulling. brand just looks at me and comments 'damm homie'. I just grinning and range inside my consistent pants to pull out my cup, leaving my dick and ball bunched up inside my sweaty athletic supporter.

We arrive at a dark warehouse on the South face. One of those spooky looking plaza late at night. Opening a sliding room access that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete floor to some offices. The sound of my cleats on the concrete echoed throughout the building—no sneaking in here. Inside one of the offices, , we find, OMG it 's Mr. Clark ! I flash a face at of horror at Mark and he just grins and says"drum roll wit it homie"

Having his back to us when we entered the room, Mr. Casey Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the miniskirt fridge. One feeling and he just says,"oh fuckin Saviour ”. home run chuckles, and reply"I told you you would wish him ”. sign grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the bureau."Yo homie—where you goin"?"iciness dawg, just down the hallway to the break room—just roar when ur ready"

Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark gives a big grin at me, and just says"have a prat ”. Pointing the the large leather authority chairman behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chair, extended my legs, and crossed them at my mortise joint. My Jersey was open, and you could clearly see my sweaty breast and abs drenched. Even my pits were still dripping, and the warehouse had no fans running at the time. I figure it was close to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Bobby Jones instructed"this will be really well-heeled. You just give up back like you are, and no talking. I will do all the work, and you just do as instructed."Odd, I thought, so I just gave a nod.

Mr. Clark then walked between me and the office desk, and went down to his genu. He started by unlacing my cleat, one at a time. Then laying down flat tire on his belly, he pulled each horseshoe off, and tossed them aside. He then lifted my right leg, just enough o get up under my understructure, and started huffing on it. He took several deep miff of my stinkin jock foot, then swapped over to my left. Repeating the process, huffing recondite into his nostril my foot funk. Then, slowly peeling off my socks, he again lifted my rightfulness leg, this time taking my foundation into his sassing. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the length of my sole, once again moving to my leave alone substructure and doing the same. He uttered an periodic groan—I speculation that meant it was 'good'. I took another swig of my beer, and Mr. Clark then moved up to my right tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my head, relishing the awful flavor, as no one had ever done that to me. I spread my legs a bit more, getting into the impression, as he moved over to the powerful tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen detritus through my uniform gasp, but Mr. Clark grabs my wrist and moved my arm back to my incline. I complied with a grin, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his hands up both slope of my chest, he moved his nose to my left pit. Running into my pilus, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nose in the moistness of the bodily cavity. A low moan came out from bass in his chest as he moved his nose up and down my social rank pit. Then sticking out his natural language, he began to lick the ripe funkness of my sudor. I turned my straits to the right, and took a huff of my pit myself -- -damm, I was advanced as fuck, and this fucker was loving it. Finally he moves over to my right pit, and went straight to lick it up. Another moan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Mark Wayne Clark wanted Mark to bring in me right after the biz -- -fresh athletic supporter Casimir Funk. I was ripe, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your pant'. Unbuckling my belt, and raising my butt up off the chairwoman, I slide my undifferentiated bloomers down to the trading floor, the kick them off."My gawd"Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark exclaims -- -"your a fuckin ape"! !

I grin existent big, then pull up my pegleg up and placed my foundation on the chair, mostly exposing my hairy jock ass crack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. William Clark went back down to his knee joint, and grabbing me by my thigh, went straight to my hairy supporter hole, planting his lingua right into the center. This time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my preferent things—to find a strong tongue slobbering over my hollow. Mr. Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as fuck"and went right back to work, running his lingua in and out of my ripe, greasy hole. He did this for what seemed like a foresightful time, and now my big athletic supporter cock was at full attention. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently grabs my jock, and pulls it down to my foot. I kick the jock off my pes, and across the level. Now grabbing me by the ankles, Mr. Joe Clark pulls me down the chair to where the small of my cover was on the edge. Pushing my legs up now, and bending them at the knee, to where they were now at the dorsum of the professorship, and my hairy jock ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his rima oris to my good hairy ass sally, and munched down on it like he was eating cunt. I loved the sensation, and now free of my suspensor, may hard jock cock was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking fuck juice down the underside of my ray of light. After about another 15 minute of eating out my ass, he then raised his head up, and licked up all my fucking juice, and then started on my low hanging hairy balls. Ever so gently sucking on them, both at once, I started groaning my ego at the incredible feeling. My piss pussy was still oozing succus, and Mr. Charles Joseph Clark was now going back and forth between my puddle scratch and my balls, with his awe-inspiring hot mouth.

Suddenly he sat back on the floor, right at the edge of the bureau chair. Looking up at me, he simply commanded,"piss ”. I just looked at him as if I did n't realize what he said. He said it again --"piss ”. It took some compactness, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my head in the rear of the chair, and closed my eyes. After a couple of minute of arc, my prick finally softened enough that the menstruation began. I cut loose gallons of hot athlete pissing, landing on Mr. Clark 's face, and shoulder, and bureau. I pissed him up real good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his genu, and at long last, took my throb jock pecker into his mouth. Being only about half toilsome at the moment, he went all the way down, until I could find my pubic region in his nose. He immediately started up and down my thick shaft, making tawdry slobbering noises, and in just import I was rock hard again. Grabbing my ball sac, and gently pulling them down, he continued sucking up and down my b l o o d engorged, vein popping rotating shaft.

After only a few minutes of this discourse, I started tightening up my abs, and thigh. With the heavy breathing, and trembling setting in now, and swither pouring from my fossa and dresser, Mr. Clark detected I was about to pillory. With that, he came up off my dick, and snaffle it in his fist. With a impregnable grip, he begins to jack me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM -- -5 thick forget me drug instantly shoot from my piss dent -- -with three striking me right in the facial expression, and the other two hitting my breast. But it was n't over -- -4 Sir Thomas More slam left a flow of blockheaded athlete juice down my pectus and belly, and finally the terminal few shots leaving a puddle in my pubes.

Mr. Joe Clark finally stood up, and just stood there, staring. Finally speaking, all he said was"I never seen that a good deal cum come out of a pecker"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his human knee, and started licking up my jizz from my torso. He got every last drop, and finished up by licking his lip. Picking up the phone on the desk, and punching a telephone number, he said into the phone"he 's ready"

In a minute, Mark returned to the elbow room. I 'm still sitting in the chairperson, buck naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. Clark hands Mark a throwaway, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"target just smiling, and says"yes sir"Turing to me he hands me a few notice and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm sure I can"and Mr. William Clark continues with"I would like to give you a tip on top of the fee, if I could keep your socks, and suspensor"I replied with"indisputable ”, and he slides another bill into my hand."And another tip if, as you guys leave, you walk out naked, carrying your unvarying"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another vizor into my hand. I pick up my uniform pants, and squeeze the money into the binding pocket.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed nude, and fountainhead for his car. The concrete was warm up under my bare feet, but it felt proficient. I started to ask Mark"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that young jock dick ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and Mark fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my binding air hole."holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin Buck"! Mark looks over at me with a big grin."Your natal day is in May, rightfield"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the dealer"?"Ya"“ Well, peg with me, and I promise you, on your birthday, that jeep will be in your driveway"

I just stare at Mark, and stare at the money in my deal."school principal for the buffet car dude -- -my treat".