New jockstrap Tales -- -Chptr 5 -- -Me and Mr. Jones

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

I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the shower house. 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 Mark Mattox. Catching me right after the plot 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 bang back and let the gallant mouth do all the work. He fires up a stick and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the skunk in one long pull. Mark just looks at me and comments 'damm homie'. I just grin and orbit inside my uniform pants to deplumate out my cup, leaving my prick and balls bunched up inside my sweaty suspensor.

We arrive at a dark warehouse on the South slope. One of those spooky looking property 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 phone 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 feel at of horror at Mark and he just grin and says"coil wit it homie"

Having his book binding to us when we entered the room, Mr. Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One look and he just says,"oh fuckin Saviour ”. Mark chuckles, and replies"I told you you would wish him ”. Mark grabs a beer from Mr. Kenneth Clark and starts heading out the office."Yo homie—where you goin"?"shivering dawg, just down the hallway to the pause room—just holler when ur fix"

Mr. William Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a rear end ”. Pointing the the large leather office chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chairperson, extended my peg, and crossed them at my ankles. My island of Jersey was open, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest and abs drenched. Even my pits were still dripping, and the warehouse had no devotee running at the time. I figure it was close to 100 arcdegree inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Jones instructed"this will be really comfortable. 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. Charles Joseph Clark then walked between me and the office desk, and went down to his knees. He started by unlacing my cleats, one at a time. Then laying down flat on his belly, he pulled each skid off, and tossed them aside. He then lifted my right leg, just enough o get up under my human foot, and started huffing on it. He took several deep huff of my stinkin jock foot, then swapped over to my left field. Repeating the summons, huffing rich into his nostril my animal foot funk. Then, slowly peeling off my sock, he again lifted my right leg, this time taking my foot into his mouth. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a clock time, then licking the duration of my sole, once again moving to my give foot and doing the same. He uttered an casual groan—I guess that meant it was 'good'. I took another draft of my beer, and Mr. Clark then moved up to my powerful tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my headway, relishing the awesome spirit, 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 in good order tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen rubble through my consistent pants, but Mr. Clark grabs my wrist joint and moved my arm back to my side. I complied with a grin, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his workforce up both face of my chest, he moved his olfactory organ to my odd pit. Running into my hairs, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nose in the damp of the cavity. A low groan came out from inscrutable in his chest as he moved his scent up and down my rank and file pit. Then sticking out his knife, he began to lick the ripe funkness of my perspiration. I turned my head to the right, and took a seeing red 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 cream it up. Another moan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Kenneth Clark wanted Mark to add me right after the game -- -fresh suspensor funk. I was ripe, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your drawers'. Unbuckling my belt, and raising my butt up off the chairperson, I slide my unvarying knickers down to the floor, the kick them off."My gawd"Mr. Clark exclaims -- -"your a fuckin ape"! !

I grin real big, then pull my pegleg up and placed my feet on the chair, mostly exposing my hairy suspensor ass crack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Clark went back down to his knees, and grabbing me by my second joint, went straight to my hairy jock cakehole, planting his knife right into the heart and soul. This time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my favorite things—to feel 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 tongue in and out of my ripe, oily cakehole. He did this for what seemed like a farsighted time, and now my big jock tool was at full attention. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently grab my jockstrap, and pulls it down to my feet. I kick the jock off my infantry, and across the floor. Now grabbing me by the ankles, Mr. Clark pulls me down the chair to where the modest 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 backbone of the chairwoman, and my hairy athlete ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his rima oris to my right haired ass crack, and munched down on it like he was eating pussy. I loved the sensation, and now free of my jock, may hard athletic supporter 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 school principal up, and licked up all my ass juice, and then started on my low hanging hairy clump. Ever so gently sucking on them, both at once, I started groaning my self at the incredible smell. My piss slit was still oozing juice, and Mr. Clark was now going back and Forth between my piss pussy and my balls, with his awesome hot mouthpiece.

Suddenly he sat back on the floor, right at the edge of the government agency 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 --"piss ”. It took some concentration, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my brain in the binding of the electric chair, and closed my eyes. After a couple of minutes, my shaft finally softened enough that the period began. I cut loose gallons of hot jock piss, landing on Mr. Clark 's face, and shoulder joint, and chest. I pissed him up actual good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his knee joint, and at long last, took my throbbing jockstrap cock into his mouth. Being only about half hard at the instant, he went all the way down, until I could sense my pubic bone 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 glob 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 mo of this discourse, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the fleshy breathing, and trembling setting in now, and sweat pouring from my pits and thorax, Mr. Mark Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my gumshoe, and grabs it in his fist. With a firm grip, he begins to jacklight me up and down, and in import, here it came. BAMM -- -5 thick circle instantly shoot from my pee-pee prick -- -with three striking me right in the face, and the former two hitting my dresser. But it was n't over -- -4 more shots left a stream of thick jock juice down my chest and belly, and finally the last-place few guesswork leaving a puddle in my pubic region.

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 gumshoe"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his articulatio genus, and started licking up my jizz from my body. He got every last drop, and finished up by licking his lips. Picking up the speech sound on the desk, and punching a number, he said into the headphone"he 's cook"

In a arcminute, Mark returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the chair, buck naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. Joe Clark hands grade a invoice, 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. 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"for certain ”, and he slides another peak into my hand."And another tip if, as you guys will, you walk out naked, carrying your unvarying"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another account into my hand. I pick up my undifferentiated pants, and stuff the money into the bet on scoop.

We both walk out of the storage warehouse, with me buck assed naked, and head for his car. The concrete was warm under my bare feet, but it felt good. I started to ask Mark"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that Young suspensor hammer ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and German mark fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my rear pocket."holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin one dollar bill"! Mark looks over at me with a big grin."Your birthday is in May, right"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the bargainer"?"Ya"“ Well, stick with me, and I promise you, on your natal day, that jeep will be in your driveway"

I just stare at patsy, and stare at the money in my hired hand."Head for the buffet car fellow -- -my treat".