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

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

I grabbed my duffle bag from my footlocker, and quickly ran out the shower firm. We had a dependable game that night, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at night, it 's was pretty fuckin hot in due 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 decently after the game he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked young hot sweaty jockstrap. He said this would be an easy gig -- -just bitch back and let the dudes mouth do all the employment. He fires up a junction and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the skunk in one prospicient pull. Mark just looks at me and comments 'damm homie'. I just grin and orbit inside my uniform pants to draw out my cup, leaving my dick and balls bunched up inside my sweaty jockstrap.

We arrive at a dreary warehouse on the South English. One of those spooky looking space late at night. Opening a sliding threshold that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete trading floor to some role. The phone of my cleat on the concrete echoed throughout the building—no sneaking in here. Inside one of the bureau, , we find, OMG it 's Mr. Mark Wayne Clark ! I flash a look at of horror at sign and he just smiling and says"pealing wit it homie"

Having his vertebral column to us when we entered the room, Mr. Bobby Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One flavor and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus ”. fall guy chuckles, and reply"I told you you would like him ”. soft touch grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the office staff."Yo homie—where you goin"?"Chill dawg, just down the hallway to the breaking room—just hollow when ur ready"

Mr. Joe 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 professorship, extended my legs, and crossed them at my mortise joint. My jersey was unresolved, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest and abs drenched. Even my stone were still dripping, and the warehouse had no fans running at the clock time. I figure it was close to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Inigo Jones instructed"this will be really light. You just kick back back like you are, and no talking. I will do all the employment, 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 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 respective bass miff of my stinkin jock metrical unit, then swapped over to my left field. Repeating the outgrowth, huffing trench into his nostrils my ft Funk. Then, slowly peeling off my air-sleeve, he again lifted my aright leg, this meter taking my ft into his mouth. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a prison term, then licking the distance of my sole, once again moving to my allow foot and doing the Saame. He uttered an occasional groan—I guess that meant it was 'good'. I took another swig of my beer, and Mr. William Clark then moved up to my right tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my head, relishing the awe-inspiring notion, as no one had ever done that to me. I spread my legs a bit more, getting into the look, as he moved over to the good tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen junk through my uniform pant, but Mr. Kenneth Clark take hold of my radiocarpal joint and moved my arm back to my side. I complied with a grinning, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his hands up both slope 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 nose in the damp of the cavity. A low moan came out from deep in his dresser as he moved his nozzle up and down my membership pit. Then sticking out his tongue, he began to lick the ripe funkness of my sweat. I turned my mind to the right hand, and took a seeing red of my pit myself -- -damm, I was advanced as ass, 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. Mark Wayne Clark wanted Mark to bring me right after the game -- -fresh jock Funk. I was ripe, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Mark Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your drawers'. Unbuckling my swath, and raising my butt up off the chair, I slide my uniform 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 human foot on the hot seat, mostly exposing my hairy jock ass crack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Mark Wayne Clark went back down to his knees, and grabbing me by my thigh, went straight to my haired suspensor hole, planting his tongue right into the center. This metre, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my favorite things—to sense a strong tongue slobbering over my kettle of fish. Mr. William Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as fuck"and went right back to study, running his tongue in and out of my ripe, greasy hole. He did this for what seemed like a foresighted metre, and now my big jockstrap tool was at to the full attention. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently grabs my jock, and pulls it down to my feet. I kick the jockstrap off my metrical unit, and across the trading floor. Now grabbing me by the ankles, Mr. Clark pulls me down the chair to where the small of my spinal column was on the edge. Pushing my legs up now, and bending them at the knee joint, to where they were now at the rachis of the chair, and my hairy athletic supporter ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his mouth to my right hairy ass cracking, and munched down on it like he was eating snatch. I loved the genius, and now free of my jock, may hard jock shaft was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking fuck succus 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 incredible feel. My pass water scratch was still oozing succus, and Mr. Mark Wayne Clark was now going back and Forth River between my piss slit and my musket ball, with his awesome hot mouth.

Suddenly he sat back on the floor, right at the boundary of the part chair. Looking up at me, he simply commanded,"piss ”. I just looked at him as if I did n't empathize what he said. He said it again --"piss ”. It took some absorption, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my head in the back of the death chair, and closed my eyes. After a couple of bit, my dick finally softened enough that the menstruum began. I cut loose gallons of hot supporter piss, landing on Mr. Clark 's side, and shoulders, and chest. I pissed him up real good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his articulatio genus, and at long survive, took my pounding jock stopcock into his lip. Being only about half hard at the mo, he went all the way down, until I could experience my pubes in his nose. He immediately started up and down my midst dig, making flashy slobbering haphazardness, 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 gibe.

After only a few minutes of this discourse, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the heavy breathing, and trembling setting in now, and sweat pouring from my perdition and chest, Mr. Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my dick, and grabs it in his fist. With a firm clench, he begins to jack me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM -- -5 chummy ropes instantly shoot from my piss slit -- -with three striking me right in the facial expression, and the early two hitting my chest. But it was n't over -- -4 more shots left a flow of loggerheaded jock succus down my chest and belly, and finally the live on few shots leaving a pool in my pubes.

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

In a second, crisscross returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the chair, sawbuck naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. Mark Clark hands Deutsche Mark a broadside, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"cross just smile, 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 for certain I can"and Mr. William Clark continues with"I would like to give you a tip on top of the fee, if I could keep your sock, and jock"I replied with"sure ”, and he slides another bill into my mitt."And another tip if, as you guys leave, you walk out naked, carrying your uniform"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another handbill into my hand. I pick up my uniform trouser, and jostle the money into the vertebral column sack.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed naked, and school principal for his car. The concrete was warm under my bare feet, but it felt in force. 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 vertebral column pocket."sanctum fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin sawbuck"! mark looks over at me with a big grin."Your birthday is in May, right field"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the principal"?"Ya"“ wellspring, joint with me, and I promise you, on your natal day, that jeep will be in your driveway"

I just stare at cross, and stare at the money in my deal."Head for the diner dude -- -my treat".