New Jock Tales -- -Chptr 5 -- -Me and Mr. Robert Tyre Jones

"Hey dandy secret plan guys— got ta jet"“ What 's up Dillon— got ta hot date"?"Ya, I think so"“ No shower bath ? Hope she likes Casimir Funk"!"ya, me too"

I grabbed my duffel bag from my cabinet, and quickly ran out the shower house. We had a unspoiled game that Night, 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 cross Mattox. Catching me right after the game he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked young hot sweaty jocks. He said this would be an well-off gig -- -just thrill back and let the fashion plate mouth do all the work. He fires up a joint and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the skunk in one recollective pull. stigma just looks at me and comments 'damm homie'. I just smile and reach inside my uniform pants to get out out my cup, leaving my dick and balls bunched up inside my sweaty jock.

We arrive at a dark storage warehouse on the due south side. One of those flighty looking shoes late at night. Opening a sliding door that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete level to some offices. The audio 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. Mark Clark ! I flash a tone at of horror at Mark and he just grins and says"cast wit it homie"

Having his back to us when we entered the room, Mr. Daniel Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One look and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus ”. bell ringer chuckle, and answer"I told you you would like him ”. cross grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the position."Yo homie—where you goin"?"shudder dawg, just down the hallway to the break room—just holloa when ur fix"

Mr. Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a arse ”. Pointing the the large leather office professorship 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 chest 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 easy. You just kick 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 articulatio genus. He started by unlacing my cleat, one at a time. Then laying down flat on his belly, he pulled each shoe off, and tossed them aside. He then lifted my right hand leg, just enough o get up under my ft, and started huffing on it. He took several deep huffs of my stinkin jock fundament, then swapped over to my left. Repeating the appendage, huffing cryptic into his anterior naris my fundament funk. Then, slowly peeling off my socks, he again lifted my the right way leg, this time taking my foot into his sass. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the length of my sole, once again moving to my leave alone foundation and doing the Sami. He uttered an episodic groan—I hypothesis that meant it was 'good'. I took another swig of my beer, and Mr. Mark Clark then moved up to my aright tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my head, relishing the awesome feeling, as no one had ever done that to me. I spread my legs a bit more, getting into the feeling, as he moved over to the in good order tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen junk through my uniform pants, but Mr. Clark snap up my radiocarpal joint and moved my arm back to my position. I complied with a smile, and swallowed down the relief of my beer.

Now running his men up both face of my breast, he moved his olfactory organ to my left pit. Running into my hairs, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nose in the dampness of the dental caries. A low groan came out from late in his thorax as he moved his scent up and down my social station pit. Then sticking out his tongue, he began to lick the ripe funkness of my exertion. I turned my head to the right wing, and took a huff of my pit myself -- -damm, I was ripe as fuck, 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 secret plan -- -fresh suspensor Funk. I was good, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Mark Wayne Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your pants'. Unbuckling my bash, and raising my butt end up off the chairwoman, I slide my consistent gasp 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 ramification up and placed my feet on the chair, mostly exposing my hairy athletic supporter ass crack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Clark went back down to his genu, and grabbing me by my thigh, went straight to my haired jockstrap hole, planting his tongue right into the pith. This clock time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my pet things—to experience a potent tongue slobbering over my hole. Mr. Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as roll in the hay"and went right back to work, running his tongue in and out of my ripe, oily hole. He did this for what seemed like a farsighted time, and now my big jock peter was at full attention. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently catch my jock, and pulls it down to my foundation. I kick the supporter off my foot, and across the floor. Now grabbing me by the ankle, Mr. William Clark pulls me down the death chair to where the belittled of my back was on the edge. Pushing my legs up now, and bending them at the knees, to where they were now at the back of the chair, and my hairy jock ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his rima oris to my advanced hairy ass tornado, and munched down on it like he was eating pussy. I loved the ace, and now discharge of my supporter, may hard jock cock was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking fuck succus down the underside of my shaft. After about another 15 minutes of eating out my ass, he then raised his head up, and licked up all my piece of ass juice, and then started on my low hanging hairy clod. Ever so gently sucking on them, both at once, I started groaning my self at the unbelievable opinion. My pass water slit was still oozing juice, and Mr. Mark Wayne Clark was now going back and Forth River between my piss slit and my balls, with his awesome hot oral cavity.

Suddenly he sat back on the floor, right at the edge of the office professorship. Looking up at me, he simply commanded,"piss ”. I just looked at him as if I did n't translate what he said. He said it again --"pee ”. It took some density, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my head in the vertebral column of the chairwoman, and closed my eyes. After a pair of minutes, my prick finally softened enough that the flow began. I cut loose gallon of hot jock weewee, landing on Mr. Clark 's facial expression, and shoulders, and chest. I pissed him up real good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his stifle, and at long last, took my throb jockstrap cock into his mouth. Being only about half hard at the import, he went all the way down, until I could feel my pubes in his nose. He immediately started up and down my thick shaft, making forte slobbering noise, and in just bit I was rock hard again. Grabbing my egg sac, and gently pulling them down, he continued sucking up and down my b l o o d engorged, vein popping shaft.

After only a few hour of this intervention, I started tightening up my abs, and second joint. With the overweight breathing, and trembling setting in now, and sudor pouring from my colliery and chest, Mr. Kenneth Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my dick, and grabs it in his fist. With a strong clench, he begins to jack me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM -- -5 duncical ropes instantly shoot from my piss slit -- -with three striking me the right way in the face, and the other two hitting my chest of drawers. But it was n't over -- -4 more injection left a stream of thick jock juice down my chest and belly, and finally the last few gibe leaving a puddle in my pubes.

Mr. Clark finally stood up, and just stood there, staring. Finally speaking, all he said was"I never seen that much cum come out of a shaft"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his human knee, and started licking up my jizz from my consistence. He got every live pearl, and finished up by licking his lips. Picking up the earpiece on the desk, and punching a issue, he said into the speech sound"he 's fix"

In a minute, Mark returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the electric chair, buck naked, still dripping in fret. Mr. Mark Wayne Clark hands stain a flyer, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"Deutsche Mark just grinning, and says"yes sir"Alan Mathison Turing to me he hands me a few beak and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm certain I can"and Mr. Joe Clark continues with"I would care to pay you a tip on top of the fee, if I could hold your socks, and jock"I replied with"sure ”, and he slides another banknote into my script."And another tip if, as you guys give, you walk out naked, carrying your consistent"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Mark Wayne Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another bill into my helping hand. I pick up my uniform bloomers, and shove the money into the back pocket.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed bare, and head for his car. The concrete was warm under my bare understructure, but it felt good. I started to ask Mark"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs, both diggin that young suspensor prick ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and marking fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my vertebral column sack."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin bucks"! Mark looks over at me with a big grin."Your natal day is in May, right"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that landrover you been eyeballin down at the dealer"?"Ya"“ Well, marijuana cigarette with me, and I promise you, on your birthday, that jeep will be in your drive"

I just stare at Gospel According to Mark, and stare at the money in my hand."drumhead for the dining car dude -- -my treat".