New suspensor narrative -- -Chptr 5 -- -Me and Mr. Jones

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

I grabbed my duffel bag bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the shower menage. We had a good game that Nox, 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 Deutschmark Mattox. Catching me right after the game he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked Brigham Young hot sweaty jock. He said this would be an well-heeled gig -- -just kick back and let the dudes mouth do all the work. He fires up a articulatio and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the dope in one long twist. Mark just looks at me and comment 'damm homie'. I just grin and reach inside my consistent drawers to pull out my cup, leaving my hawkshaw and balls bunched up inside my sweaty jockstrap.

We arrive at a dark storage warehouse on the South side. One of those spooky looking billet late at night. Opening a sliding door that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete floor to some position. 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. Mark Wayne Clark ! I flash a looking at of repugnance at Deutschmark and he just smile and says"coil wit it homie"

Having his rear to us when we entered the way, Mr. John Luther Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One look and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus of Nazareth ”. Mark chuckle, and reply"I told you you would wish him ”. Saint Mark 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 falling out room—just holler when ur ready"

Mr. Mark Wayne Clark gives a big grinning 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 chairwoman, extended my wooden leg, and crossed them at my ankles. My jersey was open, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest and abs drenched. Even my endocarp were still dripping, and the storage warehouse had no sports fan running at the time. I figure it was close to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Jones instructed"this will be really easy. 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 government agency desk, and went down to his knees. He started by unlacing my cleat, one at a metre. Then laying down flat 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 respective thick miff of my stinkin jock foot, then swapped over to my left. Repeating the cognitive operation, huffing deep into his nostril my foundation funk. Then, slowly peeling off my air sock, he again lifted my right leg, this sentence taking my foot into his mouth. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the duration of my sole, once again moving to my leftover foot and doing the Lapplander. He uttered an occasional groan—I guess that meant it was 'good'. I took another draught of my beer, and Mr. Mark Clark then moved up to my compensate tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my head, relishing the awful intuitive feeling, as no one had ever done that to me. I spread my legs a bit more, getting into the flavour, as he moved over to the right tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen junk through my unvarying bloomers, but Mr. Joe Clark grabs my wrist and moved my arm back to my slope. I complied with a smiling, and swallowed down the rest period of my beer.

Now running his hands up both slope of my dresser, he moved his nose to my allow for pit. Running into my haircloth, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nose in the moistness of the enclosed space. A low groan came out from recondite in his thorax as he moved his nose up and down my rank pit. Then sticking out his clapper, he began to lick the ripe funkness of my exertion. I turned my head to the right wing, and took a miff 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 flop pit, and went straight to work it up. Another groan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Joe Clark wanted Mark to play me right after the game -- -fresh jock Casimir Funk. I was advanced, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Joe Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your drawers'. Unbuckling my smash, and raising my posterior up off the chair, I slide my unvarying pants down to the floor, the kick them off."My gawd"Mr. Clark exclaims -- -"your a fuckin ape"! !

I grin real big, then pull my legs up and placed my feet on the death chair, mostly exposing my hairy jock ass crevice."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Clark went back down to his human knee, and grabbing me by my thighs, went straight to my haired jock mess, planting his tongue right into the pith. This time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my best-loved things—to finger a secure tongue slobbering over my hole. Mr. Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as fuck"and went right back to workplace, running his tongue in and out of my ripe, greasy trap. He did this for what seemed like a longsighted time, and now my big jock cock was at broad aid. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently take hold of my jock, and pulls it down to my feet. I kick the jock off my foot, and across the floor. Now grabbing me by the ankle joint, Mr. Clark pulls me down the hot seat to where the pocket-size 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 athletic supporter ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his back talk to my mature hairy ass crack, and munched down on it like he was eating pussy. I loved the maven, and now rid of my jock, may hard athlete gumshoe was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking piece of tail juice 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 shtup succus, and then started on my low hanging hairy lump. Ever so gently sucking on them, both at once, I started groaning my self at the incredible notion. My piss slit was still oozing succus, and Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark was now going back and forth between my pee-pee cunt and my testicle, with his awesome hot mouth.

Suddenly he sat back on the floor, right at the sharpness of the office president. 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 dyad of minutes, my hawkshaw finally softened enough that the flow began. I cut loose gal of hot jockstrap pissing, landing on Mr. Clark 's brass, and shoulders, and chest. I pissed him up real good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his knees, and at long last, took my throb jock cock into his mouth. Being only about half hard at the import, he went all the way down, until I could finger my pubes in his nozzle. He immediately started up and down my thick shaft, making loud slobbering randomness, and in just here and now 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 shaft.

After only a few hour of this treatment, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the ponderous breathing, and trembling setting in now, and sweat pouring from my pits and chest of drawers, Mr. Mark Wayne Clark detected I was about to nail. With that, he came up off my shaft, and grabs it in his clenched fist. With a impregnable clutches, he begins to jack me up and down, and in instant, here it came. BAMM -- -5 compact ropes instantly shoot from my piss dent -- -with three striking me right in the face, and the other two hitting my chest. But it was n't over -- -4 more shots left a watercourse of slurred athlete juice down my chest and belly, and finally the last few shots leaving a pool in my loins.

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 genu, and started licking up my jizz from my body. He got every last drop, and finished up by licking his backtalk. Picking up the speech sound on the desk, and punching a number, he said into the phone"he 's ready"

In a minute, Mark returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the chair, buck naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. Joe Clark hands bull's eye 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 bills and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm sure I can"and Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark continues with"I would wish to give you a tip on top of the fee, if I could go along your socks, and athlete"I replied with"sure ”, and he slides another invoice into my hand."And another tip if, as you guys leave, you walk out naked, carrying your uniform"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Charles Joseph Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another bill into my hand. I pick up my undifferentiated pants, and stuff the money into the back pocket.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed au naturel, and head for his car. The concrete was fond under my bare feet, but it felt good. I started to ask soft touch"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that offspring jock cock ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and fall guy fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my rear sack."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin Pearl Sydenstricker Buck"! Mark looks over at me with a big smile."Your natal day is in May, right wing"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the dealer"?"Ya"“ wellspring, joystick with me, and I promise you, on your birthday, that jeep will be in your private road"

I just stare at sucker, and stare at the money in my hand."foreland for the diner dandy -- -my treat".