New Jock fib -- -Chptr 5 -- -Me and Mr. Jones

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

I grabbed my duffel bag bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the exhibitioner star sign. We had a skillful game that night, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at night, it 's was pretty fuckin hot in eastern United States Texas—about 80. I was sweatin like a pig, and damm near smelled like one. I hopped in the GTO with grade Mattox. Catching me compensate 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 promiscuous gig -- -just gripe back and let the dudes mouth do all the work. He fires up a joint and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the sens in one long pull. Mark just looks at me and gossip 'damm homie'. I just grin and reach inside my uniform pants to pull out my cup, leaving my hawkshaw and nut bunched up inside my sweaty jock.

We arrive at a benighted warehouse on the Dixie incline. One of those spooky looking plaza late at night. Opening a sliding door that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete trading floor to some federal agency. The sound of my cleat 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 soft touch and he just smile and says"coil wit it homie"

Having his book binding to us when we entered the way, Mr. Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the miniskirt fridge. One flavor and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus ”. Mark chuckles, and reply"I told you you would wish him ”. Mark grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the office."Yo homie—where you goin"?"shudder dawg, just down the hallway to the breach room—just holler when ur quick"

Mr. Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a seat ”. Pointing the the tumid leather office chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chair, extended my legs, and crossed them at my articulatio talocruralis. My jersey was outdoors, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest and abs drenched. Even my pits were still dripping, and the warehouse had no fan running at the time. I figure it was stopping point to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Jones instructed"this will be really slowly. You just kick back 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. Mark Clark then walked between me and the part desk, and went down to his human knee. He started by unlacing my cleat, one at a metre. Then laying down flatcar on his belly, he pulled each shoe off, and tossed them aside. He then lifted my decently leg, just enough o get up under my foot, and started huffing on it. He took several deep huffs of my stinkin jock invertebrate foot, then swapped over to my left hand. Repeating the cognitive process, huffing cryptic into his nostrils my foot funk. Then, slowly peeling off my drogue, he again lifted my compensate leg, this time taking my pes into his lip. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a fourth dimension, then licking the length of my sole, once again moving to my left foot and doing the same. He uttered an episodic groan—I guesswork 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 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 redress tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen junk through my uniform pants, but Mr. Clark catch my wrist and moved my arm back to my incline. I complied with a grin, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his manpower up both side of my thorax, he moved his nose to my left pit. Running into my haircloth, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his olfactory organ in the dampness of the dental caries. A low groan came out from deep in his chest of drawers as he moved his scent up and down my rank pit. Then sticking out his tongue, he began to cream the ripe funkness of my effort. I turned my header to the rightfield, and took a huff of my pit myself -- -damm, I was ripe as screw, 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 mug to bring me right after the plot -- -fresh jock funk. I was ripe, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Kenneth Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your gasp'. Unbuckling my belt, 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 displume my wooden leg up and placed my fundament on the chair, mostly exposing my hairy suspensor ass scissure."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Clark went back down to his articulatio genus, and grabbing me by my thighs, went straight to my hairy jock hole, planting his tongue right into the heart. This sentence, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my deary things—to feel a strong tongue slobbering over my hole. Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as lie with"and went right back to work, running his tongue in and out of my ripe, sebaceous hole. He did this for what seemed like a long fourth dimension, and now my big jockstrap cock was at full-of-the-moon attention. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently grabs my jock, and pulls it down to my base. I kick the jock off my infantry, 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 backrest was on the boundary. Pushing my stage up now, and bending them at the knees, to where they were now at the back of the chairman, and my hairy jockstrap ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his sassing to my mature hairy ass shot, and munched down on it like he was eating pussy. I loved the sensation, and now discharge of my athlete, may hard suspensor putz was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking piece of tail juice down the underside of my gibe. After about another 15 minutes of eating out my ass, he then raised his headspring 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 tone. My piss cunt was still oozing succus, and Mr. Clark was now going back and forth between my piss slit and my balls, with his awing hot lip.

Suddenly he sat back on the storey, right at the edge of the office staff 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 --"puddle ”. It took some concentration, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my straits in the backrest of the chair, and closed my eyes. After a couple of minutes, my peter finally softened enough that the stream began. I cut easy gallons of hot jock piss, landing on Mr. Mark Clark 's face, and shoulders, and chest. I pissed him up existent good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his knees, and at long last, took my throbbing jock cock into his mouth. Being only about half hard at the present moment, he went all the way down, until I could feel my pubes in his nose. He immediately started up and down my midst barb, making loud slobbering racket, and in just present moment I was rock hard again. Grabbing my musket 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 laboured external respiration, and trembling setting in now, and swither pouring from my fossa and breast, Mr. Mark Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my putz, and snap up it in his fist. With a solid clench, he begins to jack me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM -- -5 thickset Mexican valium instantly shoot from my piss slit -- -with three striking me right in the face, and the early two hitting my chest. But it was n't over -- -4 Sir Thomas More guesswork left a flow of blockheaded jock 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 a good deal cum come out of a hawkshaw"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his knees, and started licking up my jizz from my trunk. He got every last cliff, and finished up by licking his mouth. Picking up the earphone on the desk, and punching a number, he said into the phone"he 's quick"

In a minute, Mark returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the death chair, buck naked, still dripping in effort. Mr. Clark hands marker a bill, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"patsy 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 certain I can"and Mr. Mark Wayne Clark continues with"I would like to give you a tip on top of the fee, if I could maintain your socks, and jock"I replied with"sure ”, and he slides another bill into my hand."And another tip if, as you guys depart, you walk out naked, carrying your uniform"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another bill into my hand. I pick up my uniform pants, and squeeze the money into the back air hole.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed naked, and head for his car. The concrete was warm under my stark groundwork, but it felt soundly. I started to ask grade"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that young athletic supporter 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."sanctum fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin bucks"! Mark looks over at me with a big smiling."Your natal day is in May, right"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the dealer"?"Ya"“ Well, joystick with me, and I promise you, on your natal day, that jeep will be in your driveway"

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