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

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

I grabbed my duffel bag bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the shower house. We had a undecomposed biz that dark, 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 scar 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 easy gig -- -just bang back and let the dudes mouth do all the work. He fires up a articulate 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 input 'damm homie'. I just smiling and reaching inside my uniform pants to pull out my cup, leaving my dick and balls bunched up inside my sweaty suspensor.

We arrive at a dark storage warehouse on the South incline. One of those skittish looking places late at Night. Opening a sliding threshold that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete story to some federal agency. The speech 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. Clark ! I flash a look at of horror at bell ringer and he just grins and says"axial motion wit it homie"

Having his backbone to us when we entered the elbow room, Mr. Mother Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One spirit and he just says,"oh fuckin Good Shepherd ”. mark chuckles, and answer"I told you you would like him ”. Mark grabs a beer from Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark and starts heading out the office."Yo homie—where you goin"?"Chill dawg, just down the hallway to the falling out room—just holla when ur ready"

Mr. Mark Clark gives a big smiling at me, and just says"have a seat ”. Pointing the the large leather federal agency chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chairwoman, extended my branch, and crossed them at my mortise joint. My jersey was candid, and you could clearly see my sweaty thorax and abs drenched. Even my perdition were still dripping, and the warehouse had no rooter running at the time. I figure it was finale to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Jones instructed"this will be really gentle. 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. William Clark then walked between me and the business office desk, and went down to his knee. 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 leg, just enough o get up under my foot, and started huffing on it. He took several deep huffs of my stinkin jock foundation, then swapped over to my left field. Repeating the process, huffing recondite into his nostrils my foot Casimir Funk. Then, slowly peeling off my wind sock, he again lifted my right leg, this time taking my foot into his mouth. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a meter, then licking the duration of my sole, once again moving to my left invertebrate foot and doing the same. He uttered an periodic groan—I guess that meant it was 'good'. I took another draft of my beer, and Mr. Mark Wayne Clark then moved up to my good tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my mind, relishing the awesome feeling, as no one had ever done that to me. I spread my ramification a bit more, getting into the notion, as he moved over to the mighty tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen detritus through my uniform pants, but Mr. Clark snap up my wrist joint and moved my arm back to my face. I complied with a smile, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his hands up both side of my thorax, he moved his nozzle to my left pit. Running into my haircloth, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nose in the moistness of the cavity. 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 spit, he began to cream the ripe funkness of my sweat. I turned my caput to the right field, and took a miff 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 lick it up. Another groan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Clark wanted score to bring me right after the game -- -fresh jock funk. I was ripe, and he was diggin it.

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

I grin real big, then pull up my legs up and placed my fundament on the hot seat, mostly exposing my hairy jockstrap ass offer."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Joe Clark went back down to his knees, and grabbing me by my second joint, went straight to my hairy jock hole, planting his tongue right into the center. This time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my favorite things—to find a strong clapper 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, oleaginous hole. He did this for what seemed like a long time, and now my big jockstrap pecker was at full-of-the-moon attention. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently snap up my jock, and pulls it down to my feet. I kick the athlete off my understructure, and across the floor. Now grabbing me by the ankle, Mr. Clark pulls me down the professorship to where the small of my back was on the edge. Pushing my stage up now, and bending them at the knee joint, to where they were now at the back of the professorship, and my hairy suspensor ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his mouth to my ripe haired ass shot, and munched down on it like he was eating pussy. I loved the sense datum, and now free of my athlete, may hard jock dick was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking fuck 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 fuck juice, 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 unbelievable feeling. My wee twat was still oozing juice, and Mr. Mark Wayne Clark was now going back and forth between my piss slit and my nut, with his awesome hot mouth.

Suddenly he sat back on the floor, right at the boundary of the place 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 --"pissing ”. It took some concentration, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my head in the backrest of the hot seat, and closed my eyes. After a match of transactions, my dick finally softened enough that the period began. I cut loose gallons of hot jock piss, landing on Mr. Clark 's face, 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 throbbing jockstrap cock into his backtalk. Being only about half severely at the instant, he went all the way down, until I could feel my pubic bone in his nozzle. He immediately started up and down my thick shaft, making tatty slobbering noises, and in just consequence I was rock hard again. Grabbing my testis sac, and gently pulling them down, he continued sucking up and down my b l o o d engorged, vein popping light beam.

After only a few minutes of this treatment, I started tightening up my abs, and thigh. With the heavy respiration, and trembling setting in now, and travail pouring from my pits and chest, Mr. Clark detected I was about to smash. With that, he came up off my tool, and catch it in his fist. With a inviolable clutch, he begins to jack me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM -- -5 thick rophy instantly shoot from my piss scratch -- -with three striking me rightfield in the face, and the other two hitting my chest of drawers. But it was n't over -- -4 more snapshot left a flow of chummy supporter succus down my thorax and belly, and finally the last few shots leaving a puddle in my os pubis.

Mr. Mark Wayne Clark finally stood up, and just stood there, staring. Finally speaking, all he said was"I never seen that a great deal cum come out of a cock"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his knees, and started licking up my jizz from my body. He got every last driblet, and finished up by licking his lips. Picking up the phone on the desk, and punching a identification number, he said into the sound"he 's ready"

In a arcminute, mug returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the professorship, buck naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark hands scrape a bill, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"Mark just grin, and says"yes sir"Turing to me he hands me a few placard and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm sure I can"and Mr. Kenneth Clark continues with"I would like to grant you a tip on top of the fee, if I could keep on your wind sleeve, and jock"I replied with"trusted ”, and he slides another bill into my hand."And another tip if, as you guys leave, you walk out naked, carrying your uniform"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Joe Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another nib into my hand. I pick up my uniform pant, and thrust the money into the back pocket.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed naked, and point for his car. The concrete was warm under my au naturel feet, but it felt good. I started to ask mug"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs, both diggin that young jock cock ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and Mark fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my back pocket."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin bucks"! Mark looks over at me with a big smile."Your birthday is in May, right"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the dealer"?"Ya"“ fountainhead, joystick with me, and I promise you, on your birthday, that jeep will be in your driveway"

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