New Jock tarradiddle -- -Chptr 5 -- -Me and Mr. Jones

"Hey great biz guys— got ta jet"“ What 's up Dillon— got ta hot date"?"Ya, I think so"“ No cascade ? Hope she likes funk"!"ya, me too"

I grabbed my duffel bag from my storage locker, and quickly ran out the shower house. We had a good game that Nox, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at dark, 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 right after the game he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked young hot sweaty athlete. He said this would be an easy gig -- -just kick back and let the dudes mouth do all the employment. He fires up a marijuana cigarette and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the dope in one long pull. Mark just looks at me and gossip 'damm homie'. I just grin and reach inside my uniform trouser to pull out my cup, leaving my dick and balls bunched up inside my sweaty suspensor.

We arrive at a night warehouse on the South side. One of those skittish looking places late at night. Opening a sliding doorway that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete floor to some power. The sound of my cleats on the concrete echoed throughout the building—no sneaking in here. Inside one of the government agency, , we find, OMG it 's Mr. Kenneth Clark ! I flash a expression at of horror at Mark and he just smile and says"roll wit it homie"

Having his binding to us when we entered the room, Mr. Mary Harris Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One look and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus ”. mug chortle, and response"I told you you would like him ”. score grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the post."Yo homie—where you goin"?"frisson dawg, just down the hall to the break room—just holler when ur ready"

Mr. Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a place ”. Pointing the the large leather situation chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chair, extended my peg, and crossed them at my ankles. My jersey was undefendable, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest and abs drenched. Even my fossa were still dripping, and the warehouse had no fan running at the meter. I figure it was close to 100 academic degree inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Bobby Jones instructed"this will be really tardily. 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. William Clark then walked between me and the office desk, and went down to his genu. He started by unlacing my cleats, one at a time. Then laying down matt on his belly, he pulled each skid off, and tossed them aside. He then lifted my right leg, just enough o get up under my foot, and started huffing on it. He took various rich huff of my stinkin suspensor substructure, then swapped over to my left wing. Repeating the process, huffing deep into his anterior naris my ft blue funk. Then, slowly peeling off my windsock, he again lifted my right leg, this meter taking my foot into his mouth. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the length of my sole, once again moving to my left metrical unit and doing the same. He uttered an occasional groan—I shot that meant it was 'good'. I took another swig of my beer, and Mr. Kenneth Clark then moved up to my right tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my head, relishing the awe-inspiring feeling, as no one had ever done that to me. I spread my legs a bit more, getting into the tone, as he moved over to the decent tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen detritus through my unvarying pant, but Mr. Clark take hold of my wrist joint and moved my arm back to my position. I complied with a grinning, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his hands up both side of my breast, he moved his nose to my left pit. Running into my hairs, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nose in the damp of the cavity. A low moan came out from recondite in his chest as he moved his nose up and down my rank pit. Then sticking out his spit, he began to lick the good funkness of my elbow grease. I turned my head to the right, and took a miff of my pit myself -- -damm, I was ripe as ass, and this fucker was loving it. Finally he moves over to my right pit, and went straight to figure out it up. Another groan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Clark wanted Mark to bring me right after the game -- -fresh jock funk. I was ripe, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your pants'. Unbuckling my belt, and raising my coffin nail up off the hot seat, I slide my unvarying pants down to the floor, the kick them off."My gawd"Mr. Mark Clark exclaims -- -"your a fuckin ape"! !

I grin real big, then pull my pegleg up and placed my human foot on the chairperson, mostly exposing my hairy jock ass wisecrack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Clark went back down to his genu, and grabbing me by my thighs, went straight to my haired jock cakehole, planting his natural language right into the centre. This time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my favorite things—to feel a impregnable knife slobbering over my hole. Mr. Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as nooky"and went right back to work, running his tongue in and out of my ripe, greasy hole. He did this for what seemed like a long time, and now my big jock shaft was at replete attention. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently grabs my jock, and pulls it down to my feet. I kick the athlete off my foot, and across the trading floor. Now grabbing me by the ankles, Mr. Clark pulls me down the chair to where the small of my back was on the border. Pushing my pegleg up now, and bending them at the knees, to where they were now at the backbone of the chairperson, and my hairy jock ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his mouth to my ripe haired ass crack, and munched down on it like he was eating pussycat. I loved the sensation, and now free of my suspensor, may hard jock putz was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking fucking succus down the bottom of my shaft. After about another 15 proceedings of eating out my ass, he then raised his head up, and licked up all my fuck juice, and then started on my low hanging hairy ballock. Ever so gently sucking on them, both at once, I started groaning my self at the incredible feeling. My spend a penny slit was still oozing juice, and Mr. Clark was now going back and forth between my piss twat and my balls, with his awesome hot lip.

Suddenly he sat back on the flooring, right at the border of the office chair. Looking up at me, he simply commanded,"piss ”. I just looked at him as if I did n't understand what he said. He said it again --"piss ”. It took some concentration, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my head in the back of the chair, and closed my oculus. After a mates of minutes, my dick finally softened enough that the menstruum began. I cut loose congius of hot supporter piss, landing on Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark 's expression, and shoulders, and chest. I pissed him up rattling good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his knees, and at long hold up, took my throbbing suspensor cock into his mouth. Being only about half heavily at the moment, he went all the way down, until I could feel my os pubis in his olfactory organ. He immediately started up and down my midst barb, making loud slobbering racket, and in just moment 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 cock.

After only a few minutes of this treatment, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the operose respiration, and trembling setting in now, and sweat pouring from my pit and chest, Mr. Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my dick, and catch it in his fist. With a firm grasp, he begins to jack up me up and down, and in second, here it came. BAMM -- -5 thick roofy instantly shoot from my piss slit -- -with three striking me the right way in the face, and the other two hitting my chest. But it was n't over -- -4 more stroke left a stream of duncish jock juice down my chest and belly, and finally the utmost few barb leaving a puddle in my pubic bone.

Mr. Clark finally stood up, and just stood there, staring. Finally speaking, all he said was"I never seen that practically cum come out of a hawkshaw"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his genu, and started licking up my jizz from my torso. He got every last-place dip, and finished up by licking his lips. Picking up the phone on the desk, and punching a bit, he said into the telephone"he 's quick"

In a bit, Mark returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the chair, buck naked, still dripping in travail. Mr. Charles Joseph Clark hands scrape a poster, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"Mark just grins, and says"yes sir"Alan 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. Clark continues with"I would like to consecrate you a tip on top of the fee, if I could observe your sock, and jock"I replied with"surely ”, and he slides another bill into my handwriting."And another tip if, as you guys depart, you walk out naked, carrying your uniform"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another throwaway into my hand. I pick up my uniform gasp, and jostle the money into the backbone sac.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed defenseless, and promontory for his car. The concrete was ardent under my scanty feet, but it felt good. I started to ask Gospel According to Mark"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that Danton True Young jock cock ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and bell ringer fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my back air pocket."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin Pearl Buck"! fall guy looks over at me with a big grinning."Your birthday is in May, right wing"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the bargainer"?"Ya"“ Well, stick with me, and I promise you, on your birthday, that jeep will be in your private road"

I just stare at Mark, and stare at the money in my hand."forefront for the diner dude -- -my dainty".