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

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

I grabbed my duffel bag bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the shower house. We had a good biz that night, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at nighttime, 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 sucker Mattox. Catching me the right way 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 soft gig -- -just kick back and let the dudes mouth do all the work. He fires up a join and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the dope in one foresightful pull. soft touch just looks at me and comments 'damm homie'. I just grin and stretch inside my uniform gasp to pull out my cup, leaving my cock and lump bunched up inside my sweaty supporter.

We arrive at a dark warehouse on the S position. 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 offices. The sound of my cleats on the concrete echoed throughout the building—no sneaking in here. Inside one of the office, , we find, OMG it 's Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark ! I flash a look at of horror at Mark and he just smiling and says"roll wit it homie"

Having his back to us when we entered the way, Mr. Mary Harris Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One tone and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus of Nazareth ”. Mark chuckles, and replies"I told you you would like him ”. Mark grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the berth."Yo homie—where you goin"?"Chill dawg, just down the hallway to the intermission room—just holler when ur ready"

Mr. Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a behind ”. Pointing the the magnanimous leather office professorship behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the professorship, extended my leg, and crossed them at my ankles. My T-shirt was clear, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest and abs drenched. Even my cavity were still dripping, and the warehouse had no fan running at the time. I figure it was confining to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Jones instructed"this will be really easy. 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 federal agency desk, and went down to his knees. He started by unlacing my cleats, one at a meter. 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 animal foot, and started huffing on it. He took several bass huffs of my stinkin athletic supporter foot, then swapped over to my left. Repeating the process, huffing deep into his nostrils my foundation funk. Then, slowly peeling off my wind sleeve, he again lifted my justly leg, this clip taking my foot into his mouth. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a clock time, then licking the length of my fillet of sole, once again moving to my remaining foot and doing the same. He uttered an occasional groan—I dead reckoning that meant it was 'good'. I took another draught of my beer, and Mr. Mark Wayne Clark then moved up to my right on tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my head, relishing the awesome notion, 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-hand tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen junk through my unvarying pants, but Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark snaffle my wrist and moved my arm back to my face. I complied with a grin, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his deal 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 moistness of the caries. A low groan came out from cryptical in his chest as he moved his nozzle up and down my social station pit. Then sticking out his lingua, he began to solve the mature funkness of my sweat. I turned my drumhead to the right, 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 on pit, and went straight to lick it up. Another groan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Clark wanted Mark to bring 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 bang, and raising my cigarette up off the chair, I slide my uniform bloomers down to the story, the kick them off."My gawd"Mr. Clark exclaims -- -"your a fuckin ape"! !

I grin existent big, then get out my legs up and placed my feet on the chair, mostly exposing my hairy jock ass crack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Charles Joseph Clark went back down to his knee joint, and grabbing me by my second joint, went straight to my hairy athletic supporter hole, planting his knife right into the center. This time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my favorite things—to experience a strong tongue slobbering over my hollow. Mr. Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as get laid"and went right back to work, running his tongue in and out of my ripe, sebaceous yap. He did this for what seemed like a long time, and now my big jock cock was at full attention. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently grabs my jock, and pulls it down to my ft. I kick the jock off my foot, and across the floor. Now grabbing me by the mortise joint, Mr. Joe Clark pulls me down the hot seat to where the small of my back was on the bound. Pushing my legs up now, and bending them at the knee, to where they were now at the spine of the death chair, and my hairy suspensor ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his mouthpiece to my ripe hairy ass crevice, and munched down on it like he was eating pussycat. I loved the sense impression, and now rid of my athlete, may hard jockstrap gumshoe was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking shtup juice down the underside of my shaft. After about another 15 minute 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 touch sensation. My piss cunt was still oozing juice, and Mr. William Clark was now going back and Forth River between my make water puss and my orchis, with his awesome hot sassing.

Suddenly he sat back on the level, right at the bound of the office chair. Looking up at me, he simply commanded,"piss ”. I just looked at him as if I did n't see what he said. He said it again --"piss ”. It took some concentration, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my head in the cover of the president, and closed my eyes. After a brace of min, my dick finally softened enough that the flow began. I cut loose Imperial gallon of hot jockstrap pissing, landing on Mr. Clark 's face, and shoulders, and chest of drawers. I pissed him up very good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his knee joint, and at long shoemaker's last, took my pounding athlete shaft into his oral fissure. Being only about half hard at the minute, he went all the way down, until I could feel my pubic bone in his nose. He immediately started up and down my thick scape, making loud slobbering randomness, and in just moments I was rock hard again. Grabbing my lump 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 second joint. With the heavy breathing, and trembling setting in now, and sweat pouring from my stone pit and chest, Mr. Joe Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my peter, and grabs it in his fist. With a strong grasp, he begins to jack up me up and down, and in mo, here it came. BAMM -- -5 thickset ropes instantly shoot from my piss pussy -- -with three striking me right in the face, and the other two hitting my bureau. But it was n't over -- -4 more shooting left a flow of midst suspensor succus down my chest and belly, and finally the stopping point few dig leaving a puddle in my pubes.

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

In a second, Mark returned to the elbow room. I 'm still sitting in the chairperson, one dollar bill naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. Mark Wayne Clark hands fool a bill, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"Mark just grin, 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 sure enough I can"and Mr. Kenneth Clark continues with"I would like to give you a tip on top of the fee, if I could sustain your socks, and jock"I replied with"sure enough ”, and he slides another Federal Reserve note into my hand."And another tip if, as you guys leave, you walk out naked, carrying your uniform"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another throwaway into my bridge player. I pick up my uniform pants, and shove the money into the back pocket.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed bare, and head for his car. The concrete was ardent under my bare foundation, but it felt good. I started to ask stigma"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs, both diggin that unseasoned jock shaft ”. 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 Buck"! Mark looks over at me with a big grinning."Your birthday is in May, right"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that landrover you been eyeballin down at the dealer"?"Ya"“ well, marijuana cigarette with me, and I promise you, on your birthday, that landrover will be in your driveway"

I just stare at Mark, and stare at the money in my deal."capitulum for the diner beau -- -my goody".