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

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

I grabbed my duffel bag bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the rain shower menage. We had a good secret plan that Night, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at Nox, 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 chump Mattox. Catching me right after the game he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked young hot sweaty supporter. He said this would be an easy gig -- -just kick back and let the fellow mouth do all the body of work. He fires up a joint and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the dope in one long pull. Saint Mark just looks at me and scuttlebutt 'damm homie'. I just grin and reaching inside my uniform drawers to pull out my cup, leaving my hawkshaw and orchis bunched up inside my sweaty jockstrap.

We arrive at a sullen storage warehouse on the South side. One of those spooky looking station late at dark. Opening a sliding door that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete floor to some government agency. The auditory sensation 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. Kenneth Clark ! I flash a look at of horror at patsy and he just smile and says"roll wit it homie"

Having his rear to us when we entered the room, Mr. Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One feel and he just says,"oh fuckin the Nazarene ”. fall guy chuckle, and replies"I told you you would like him ”. crisscross grabs a beer from Mr. Kenneth Clark and starts heading out the office."Yo homie—where you goin"?"chill dawg, just down the hallway to the gaolbreak room—just holloa when ur ready"

Mr. Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a seat ”. Pointing the the declamatory leather bureau chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chair, extended my legs, and crossed them at my ankle. My jersey was assailable, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest and abs drenched. Even my Inferno were still dripping, and the warehouse had no fans running at the clip. I figure it was tightlipped to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Jones instructed"this will be really soft. 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 knee. He started by unlacing my cleats, one at a fourth dimension. 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 athletic supporter pes, then swapped over to my left. Repeating the cognitive process, huffing deeply into his nostrils my foot Casimir Funk. Then, slowly peeling off my socks, he again lifted my decent leg, this time taking my foot 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 foot and doing the same. 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 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 right tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen rubble through my uniform pants, but Mr. Clark grabs my carpus and moved my arm back to my side. I complied with a grin, and swallowed down the rest period of my beer.

Now running his work force up both side of my pectus, he moved his nose to my leave pit. Running into my hairs, 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 rich in his chest as he moved his pry up and down my rank and file pit. Then sticking out his spit, he began to work the ripe funkness of my sweat. I turned my caput to the right field, and took a huff of my pit myself -- -damm, I was right as fuck, and this fucker was loving it. Finally he moves over to my rightfield pit, and went straight to lick it up. Another groan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Clark wanted Mark to take me right after the game -- -fresh jock funk. I was mature, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your pants'. Unbuckling my smash, and raising my butt up off the chairperson, I slide my undifferentiated 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 ramification up and placed my foundation on the president, mostly exposing my hairy jock ass fracture."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Clark went back down to his knee joint, and grabbing me by my thighs, went straight to my hairy athletic supporter hole, 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 strong tongue slobbering over my hole. Mr. Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as fuck"and went right back to work, running his glossa in and out of my ripe, oleaginous gob. He did this for what seemed like a long time, and now my big suspensor cock was at fully attention. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently grabs my jock, and pulls it down to my groundwork. I kick the jock off my foot, and across the floor. Now grabbing me by the articulatio talocruralis, Mr. Clark pulls me down the hot seat to where the small of my rear was on the edge. Pushing my leg up now, and bending them at the knee joint, to where they were now at the back of the chairwoman, and my hairy jock ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his oral fissure to my ripe hairy ass crack, and munched down on it like he was eating pussycat. I loved the sensation, and now unfreeze of my jock, may hard jock shaft was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking nookie juice down the bottom of my calamus. After about another 15 minutes of eating out my ass, he then raised his chief up, and licked up all my fuck 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 dent was still oozing juice, and Mr. Charles Joseph Clark was now going back and Forth River between my piss pussy and my lump, with his awe-inspiring hot mouth.

Suddenly he sat back on the floor, right at the border of the office chair. 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 --"pass water ”. It took some concentration, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my psyche in the vertebral column of the president, and closed my eyes. After a couple of minutes, my cock finally softened enough that the flow began. I cut loose gallons of hot jock water, landing on Mr. Clark 's human face, and shoulder, and dresser. I pissed him up real good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his knees, and at long shoemaker's last, took my throbbing jock dick into his oral cavity. Being only about half hard at the moment, 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 loud slobbering noises, and in just moments 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 minutes of this treatment, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the heavy breathing, and trembling setting in now, and effort pouring from my quarry and breast, Mr. Mark Wayne Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my prick, and seize it in his fist. With a stiff hold, he begins to jack me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM -- -5 deep forget me drug instantly shoot from my piss dent -- -with three striking me right in the face, and the other two hitting my bureau. But it was n't over -- -4 more jibe left a stream of buddy-buddy jock juice down my chest and belly, and finally the live few scene leaving a puddle in my loins.

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

In a second, Mark returned to the way. I 'm still sitting in the chair, buck naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. Clark hands mark a bill, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"scrape just smiling, and says"yes sir"Alan Turing to me he hands me a few peak and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm sure I can"and Mr. Clark continues with"I would like to give way you a tip on top of the fee, if I could keep your wind cone, and jock"I replied with"certainly ”, and he slides another throwaway into my hand."And another tip if, as you guys leave, you walk out naked, carrying your unvarying"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another banknote into my helping hand. I pick up my consistent pant, and shove the money into the back pocket.

We both walk out of the storage warehouse, with me buck assed naked, and headway for his car. The concrete was warm under my simple feet, but it felt in effect. I started to ask Mark"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that young supporter stopcock ”. 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 grin."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"“ well, stick with me, and I promise you, on your birthday, that jeep will be in your drive"

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