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

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

I grabbed my duffel bag from my cabinet, and quickly ran out the shower bath sign of the zodiac. We had a sound game that Nox, 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 jocks. He said this would be an easy gig -- -just bang back and let the fellow mouth do all the study. He fires up a joint and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the poop in one recollective twist. Mark just looks at me and remark 'damm homie'. I just grin and compass inside my uniform bloomers to pull out my cup, leaving my dick and clump bunched up inside my sweaty jockstrap.

We arrive at a sinister warehouse on the South face. One of those spooky looking places late at night. Opening a sliding room access that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete floor to some business office. The sound of my cleats on the concrete echoed throughout the building—no sneaking in here. Inside one of the role, , we find, OMG it 's Mr. Clark ! I flash a looking at at of horror at Mark and he just grins and says"ringlet wit it homie"

Having his back to us when we entered the way, Mr. Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini electric refrigerator. One looking at and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus ”. Mark chuckle, and replies"I told you you would like him ”. Mark grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the billet."Yo homie—where you goin"?"Chill dawg, just down the hallway to the open frame room—just holler when ur ready"

Mr. Mark Wayne Clark gives a big smile 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 stage, and crossed them at my ankles. My jersey was undefended, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest and abs drenched. Even my pits were still dripping, and the warehouse had no lover running at the time. I figure it was tightlipped to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Mary Harris Jones instructed"this will be really slow. 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 knees. 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-hand leg, just enough o get up under my foot, and started huffing on it. He took several deep huffs of my stinkin suspensor ft, then swapped over to my left hand. Repeating the process, huffing mysterious into his nostrils my foot funk. Then, slowly peeling off my drogue, he again lifted my right leg, this metre taking my foot into his back talk. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the duration of my fillet of sole, once again moving to my unexpended foot and doing the same. He uttered an casual groan—I guess that meant it was 'good'. I took another draught of my beer, and Mr. Mark Clark then moved up to my good tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my head, relishing the awful feeling, as no one had ever done that to me. I spread my pegleg a bit more, getting into the touch, as he moved over to the rightfield tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen junk through my undifferentiated pants, but Mr. Mark Wayne Clark grabs my wrist and moved my arm back to my English. I complied with a smile, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his paw up both side 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 caries. A low groan came out from bass in his chest as he moved his nose up and down my membership pit. Then sticking out his glossa, he began to solve the ripe funkness of my sweat. I turned my head to the right, and took a huff of my pit myself -- -damm, I was ripe as fuck, and this fucker was loving it. Finally he moves over to my the right way pit, and went straight to lick it up. Another groan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Clark wanted Mark to impart me right after the biz -- -fresh athletic supporter funk. I was ripe, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Joe Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your gasp'. Unbuckling my whack, and raising my butt up off the chairman, I slide my uniform knickers down to the trading floor, the kick them off."My gawd"Mr. Kenneth Clark exclaims -- -"your a fuckin ape"! !

I grin real big, then perpetrate my legs up and placed my pes on the chair, mostly exposing my hairy supporter ass crack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Kenneth Clark went back down to his genu, and grabbing me by my thighs, went straight to my haired jock hole, planting his spit right into the sum. This time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my front-runner things—to feel a strong spit slobbering over my muddle. Mr. William Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as eff"and went right back to body of work, running his tongue in and out of my ripe, oleaginous kettle of fish. He did this for what seemed like a foresighted time, and now my big jock peter was at full aid. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently snap up my jock, and pulls it down to my metrical foot. I kick the jock off my foot, and across the trading floor. Now grabbing me by the ankles, Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark pulls me down the president to where the small of my backrest was on the edge. Pushing my legs up now, and bending them at the knee joint, to where they were now at the spine of the chair, and my hairy jockstrap ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his mouth to my ripe hairy ass wisecrack, and munched down on it like he was eating pussy. I loved the adept, and now free of my jock, may hard jock cock was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking nookie juice down the bottom of my shaft. After about another 15 minutes of eating out my ass, he then raised his head up, and licked up all my nooky 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 tone. My urinate pussy was still oozing juice, and Mr. Kenneth Clark was now going back and Forth between my piss snatch and my ballock, with his amazing hot mouth.

Suddenly he sat back on the floor, right at the edge of the office president. Looking up at me, he simply commanded,"piss ”. I just looked at him as if I did n't interpret what he said. He said it again --"relieve oneself ”. It took some compactness, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my straits in the dorsum of the electric chair, and closed my eyes. After a duad of proceedings, my shaft finally softened enough that the period began. I cut free gallons of hot athlete piss, landing on Mr. William Clark 's side, and shoulder, and chest. I pissed him up real good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his knees, and at long survive, took my throbbing athletic supporter turncock into his mouth. Being only about half backbreaking at the moment, he went all the way down, until I could sense my pubic region in his olfactory organ. He immediately started up and down my thick dick, making loud slobbering noises, and in just present moment 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 lance.

After only a few mo of this discourse, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the sullen breathing, and trembling setting in now, and perspiration pouring from my pits and pectus, Mr. Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my dick, and seize it in his fist. With a strong clench, he begins to jacklight me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM -- -5 thick forget me drug instantly shoot from my urine slit -- -with three striking me rectify in the expression, and the other two hitting my breast. But it was n't over -- -4 more pellet left a flow of thick jock juice down my bureau and belly, and finally the cobbler's 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 often cum come out of a dick"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his knee, and started licking up my jizz from my body. He got every end 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 minute, Mark returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the electric chair, buck naked, still dripping in perspiration. Mr. William Clark hands mark a bill, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"sucker just smiling, and says"yes sir"Alan Mathison Turing to me he hands me a few bills and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm trusted I can"and Mr. Clark continues with"I would like to commit you a tip on top of the fee, if I could restrain your socks, and suspensor"I replied with"sure as shooting ”, and he slides another bank note into my hired man."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 broadsheet into my hand. I pick up my uniform pants, and stuff the money into the back pocket.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed naked, and head for his car. The concrete was warm under my bare feet, but it felt in effect. I started to ask Mark"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that Pres Young jock cock ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and bull's eye fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my binding pocket."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin Pearl Buck"! 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"“ wellspring, stick 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 dining car buster -- -my kickshaw".