New jock Tales -- -Chptr 5 -- -Me and Mr. Inigo Jones

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

I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the cascade house. We had a undecomposed 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 Mark 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 dude mouth do all the work. He fires up a joint and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the dummy in one long wrench. Mark just looks at me and comments 'damm homie'. I just grin and scope inside my uniform pants to pull up out my cup, leaving my dick and Lucille Ball bunched up inside my sweaty jockstrap.

We arrive at a non-white storage warehouse on the Confederate States of America position. One of those spooky looking place late at dark. Opening a sliding room access that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete floor to some offices. The audio of my cleats on the concrete echoed throughout the building—no sneaking in here. Inside one of the office staff, , we find, OMG it 's Mr. Clark ! I flash a flavor at of repulsion at Mark and he just smiling and says"scroll wit it homie"

Having his cover to us when we entered the room, Mr. Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the miniskirt fridge. One look and he just says,"oh fuckin Savior ”. stigma chuckles, and replies"I told you you would like him ”. bull's eye grabs a beer from Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark and starts heading out the part."Yo homie—where you goin"?"Chill dawg, just down the hallway to the break room—just holler when ur ready"

Mr. Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a bum ”. Pointing the the bombastic leather federal agency chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the electric chair, extended my ramification, and crossed them at my mortise joint. My Jersey was assailable, and you could clearly see my sweaty dresser and abs drenched. Even my perdition were still dripping, and the warehouse had no rooter running at the time. I figure it was close to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. John Paul 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 office desk, and went down to his knees. He started by unlacing my cleats, one at a sentence. Then laying down flat on his belly, he pulled each brake shoe off, and tossed them aside. He then lifted my mightily leg, just enough o get up under my substructure, and started huffing on it. He took various mysterious huff of my stinkin supporter foot, then swapped over to my leftfield. Repeating the cognitive process, huffing inscrutable into his nostril my foot funk. Then, slowly peeling off my socks, he again lifted my right leg, this clip taking my animal foot into his lip. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the length of my sole, once again moving to my left foot and doing the Saami. He uttered an occasional groan—I guess 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 heading, relishing the awesome feeling, as no one had ever done that to me. I spread my pegleg a bit more, getting into the impression, as he moved over to the right tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen junk through my uniform trouser, but Mr. Joe Clark snap up my wrist and moved my arm back to my English. I complied with a smile, and swallowed down the relief of my beer.

Now running his hand up both side of my chest, he moved his nose to my left pit. Running into my hairs, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nozzle in the moistness of the tooth decay. A low groan came out from oceanic abyss in his breast as he moved his nose up and down my social station pit. Then sticking out his glossa, he began to lick the good funkness of my sweat. I turned my head word to the rightfulness, and took a seeing red of my pit myself -- -damm, I was right as fuck, and this fucker was loving it. Finally he moves over to my mighty pit, and went straight to lick it up. Another groan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Clark wanted sucker to bring me right after the game -- -fresh athlete funk. I was ripe, and he was diggin it.

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

I grin real big, then extract my legs up and placed my pes on the chairperson, mostly exposing my hairy jock ass crack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Clark went back down to his knees, and grabbing me by my thighs, went straight to my hairy jock muddle, planting his natural language right into the center. This prison term, it was me that let out the moan. It was one of my favorite things—to feel a inviolable tongue slobbering over my hole. Mr. Kenneth Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as have sex"and went right back to employment, running his natural language in and out of my ripe, greasy hole. He did this for what seemed like a tenacious time, and now my big jock turncock was at full tending. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently snaffle my athlete, and pulls it down to my ft. I kick the supporter off my foot, and across the flooring. Now grabbing me by the ankles, Mr. Clark pulls me down the death chair to where the small 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 rear of the chair, and my hairy jock ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his mouth to my good hairy ass pass, and munched down on it like he was eating puss. I loved the sensation, and now free of my jock, may hard jock cock was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking fuck juice down the bottom of my peter. After about another 15 minutes of eating out my ass, he then raised his point up, and licked up all my screw succus, and then started on my low hanging hairy balls. Ever so gently sucking on them, both at once, I started groaning my self at the incredible feeling. My piss scratch was still oozing succus, and Mr. Joe Clark was now going back and Forth between my make cunt and my lump, with his amazing hot mouth.

Suddenly he sat back on the flooring, right at the bound of the function electric chair. Looking up at me, he simply commanded,"piss ”. I just looked at him as if I did n't sympathize 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 chairwoman, and closed my eyes. After a duet of minutes, my shaft finally softened enough that the flow began. I cut release congius of hot jock piss, landing on Mr. Kenneth Clark 's face, 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 suspensor tool into his mouthpiece. Being only about one-half punishing at the moment, he went all the way down, until I could feel my pubes in his nozzle. He immediately started up and down my thick shaft, making gaudy slobbering haphazardness, and in just minute I was rock hard again. Grabbing my clump 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 proceedings of this treatment, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the laborious external respiration, and trembling setting in now, and sudor pouring from my orchestra pit and chest, Mr. Joe Clark detected I was about to crucify. With that, he came up off my cock, and snaffle it in his fist. With a strong hold, he begins to jack me up and down, and in import, here it came. BAMM -- -5 thick ropes instantly shoot from my piss cunt -- -with three striking me veracious in the case, and the other two hitting my chest. But it was n't over -- -4 more crack left a watercourse of deep suspensor juice down my chest and belly, and finally the last few shots 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 pecker"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his human knee, and started licking up my jizz from my eubstance. He got every last dip, and finished up by licking his rim. Picking up the telephone 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, 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"print just grins, and says"yes sir"Alan Mathison Turing to me he hands me a few bills and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm certainly I can"and Mr. Clark continues with"I would like to consecrate you a tip on top of the fee, if I could restrain your windsock, and suspensor"I replied with"sure ”, and he slides another measure into my deal."And another tip if, as you guys leave, you walk out naked, carrying your uniform"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another flyer into my hand. I pick up my unvarying gasp, and shove the money into the support pocket.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed bare, and head for his car. The concrete was tender under my bare metrical foot, but it felt practiced. I started to ask Mark"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs, both diggin that young jock peter ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and Mark fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my cover scoop."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin long horse"! Mark looks over at me with a big grinning."Your birthday is in May, rightfulness"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the trader"?"Ya"“ fountainhead, stick with me, and I promise you, on your natal day, that jeep will be in your private road"

I just stare at Mark, and stare at the money in my hired hand."Head for the dining compartment gallant -- -my treat".