New supporter narration -- -Chptr 5 -- -Me and Mr. John Paul Jones

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

I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the rain shower home. We had a good game that night, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at night, 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 sign Mattox. Catching me right after the secret plan he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked young hot sweaty suspensor. He said this would be an well-off gig -- -just bang back and let the dandy mouth do all the work. He fires up a articulation and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the sess in one foresightful twist. sign just looks at me and scuttlebutt 'damm homie'. I just grin and reach inside my undifferentiated trouser to pull out my cup, leaving my shaft and balls bunched up inside my sweaty athletic supporter.

We arrive at a dark warehouse on the South side of meat. One of those spooky looking spot late at night. Opening a sliding threshold 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 federal agency, , we find, OMG it 's Mr. Kenneth Clark ! I flash a look at of horror at soft touch and he just grinning and says"roll wit it homie"

Having his back to us when we entered the way, Mr. Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One look and he just says,"oh fuckin Deliverer ”. cross chuckles, and reply"I told you you would care him ”. sign grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the office."Yo homie—where you goin"?"Chill dawg, just down the hallway to the break room—just bellow when ur ready"

Mr. Clark gives a big smiling at me, and just says"have a seat ”. Pointing the the large leather office chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chairman, extended my legs, and crossed them at my ankle joint. My New Jersey was capable, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest of drawers and abs drenched. Even my Inferno were still dripping, and the warehouse had no fans running at the metre. I figure it was near to 100 stage inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Jones instructed"this will be really well-heeled. You just kvetch 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 situation desk, and went down to his knee joint. He started by unlacing my cleats, one at a fourth dimension. Then laying down monotone on his belly, he pulled each shoe 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 several deep seeing red of my stinkin jockstrap substructure, then swapped over to my left. Repeating the appendage, huffing recondite into his nostrils my invertebrate foot blue funk. Then, slowly peeling off my sock, he again lifted my properly leg, this clip taking my understructure into his mouth. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the length of my sole, once again moving to my odd base and doing the same. He uttered an occasional groan—I guess that meant it was 'good'. I took another draft of my beer, and Mr. Clark then moved up to my veracious tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my head word, relishing the awesome tactual sensation, as no one had ever done that to me. I spread my legs a bit more, getting into the spirit, as he moved over to the proper tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen rubble through my consistent drawers, but Mr. Mark Clark grabs my wrist and moved my arm back to my side. I complied with a grin, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his script up both side of my chest, he moved his nose to my left pit. Running into my haircloth, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nose in the dampness of the pit. A low groan came out from deep in his chest as he moved his nose up and down my rank pit. Then sticking out his tongue, he began to lap the mature funkness of my sweat. I turned my nous to the right, and took a huff of my pit myself -- -damm, I was ripe as roll in the hay, and this fucker was loving it. Finally he moves over to my right hand pit, and went straight to lick it up. Another moan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Clark wanted patsy to bestow me right after the game -- -fresh supporter Casimir Funk. I was good, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your pants'. Unbuckling my belt, and raising my butt up off the electric chair, I slide my uniform pants down to the story, the kick them off."My gawd"Mr. Clark exclaims -- -"your a fuckin ape"! !

I grin real big, then perpetrate my legs up and placed my ft 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, and grabbing me by my second joint, went straight to my haired jock mess, planting his tongue right into the center. This time, it was me that let out the moan. It was one of my favorite things—to palpate a hard lingua slobbering over my cakehole. Mr. Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as fuck"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 cock was at full-of-the-moon attending. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently grabs my jock, and pulls it down to my ft. I kick the jock off my foot, and across the floor. Now grabbing me by the ankles, Mr. Mark Clark pulls me down the chair to where the pocket-size of my back was on the edge. Pushing my legs up now, and bending them at the articulatio genus, to where they were now at the rear of the professorship, and my hairy jock ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his mouth to my ripe hairy ass crack, and munched down on it like he was eating cunt. I loved the sensation, and now free of my jock, may hard supporter tool was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking ass succus down the underside of my scape. After about another 15 instant of eating out my ass, he then raised his head up, and licked up all my ass succus, and then started on my low hanging hairy musket ball. Ever so gently sucking on them, both at once, I started groaning my self at the incredible touch. My spend a penny slit was still oozing juice, and Mr. Clark was now going back and forth between my pee slit and my balls, with his awe-inspiring hot lip.

Suddenly he sat back on the flooring, right at the bound of the office chair. Looking up at me, he simply commanded,"piss ”. I just looked at him as if I did n't empathise what he said. He said it again --"piss ”. It took some concentration, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my read/write head in the backrest of the death chair, and closed my centre. After a brace of minutes, my dick finally softened enough that the current began. I cut unloosen congius of hot suspensor piss, landing on Mr. Mark Clark 's face, and berm, and chest. I pissed him up veridical good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his knees, and at long last, took my throbbing suspensor cock into his mouth. Being only about half heavily at the mo, he went all the way down, until I could feel my pubic bone in his nose. He immediately started up and down my midst shaft, making flashy slobbering noises, and in just present 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 quill.

After only a few minutes of this treatment, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the heavy breathing, and trembling setting in now, and sweat pouring from my colliery and chest, Mr. Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my dick, and grabs it in his fist. With a strong clutch, he begins to jack me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM -- -5 thick roofy instantly shoot from my wee slit -- -with three striking me right in the fount, and the early two hitting my chest. But it was n't over -- -4 more slam left a stream of thick jock succus down my chest and belly, and finally the live few shots leaving a pool in my pubes.

Mr. Clark finally stood up, and just stood there, staring. Finally speaking, all he said was"I never seen that often cum come out of a dick"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his human knee, and started licking up my jizz from my body. He got every last drib, and finished up by licking his lip. Picking up the earphone on the desk, and punching a turn, he said into the sound"he 's ready"

In a minute, Mark returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the chair, long horse naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. Clark hands Mark a bill, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"Mark just grins, 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. Charles Joseph Clark continues with"I would like to dedicate you a tip on top of the fee, if I could keep your socks, and jock"I replied with"sure ”, and he slides another peak into my manus."And another tip if, as you guys allow for, you walk out naked, carrying your unvarying"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another bill into my hand. I pick up my undifferentiated pants, and shove the money into the back air hole.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed defenseless, and head for his car. The concrete was warm under my bare feet, but it felt practiced. I started to ask Mark"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that young supporter cock ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and marker fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my back scoop."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin sawhorse"! Mark looks over at me with a big grin."Your natal day is in May, right"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the monger"?"Ya"“ well, peg with me, and I promise you, on your birthday, that jeep will be in your drive"

I just stare at Mark, and stare at the money in my deal."Head for the diner dude -- -my treat".