New suspensor Tales -- -Chptr 5 -- -Me and Mr. John Paul Jones

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

I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the cascade house. We had a good biz that dark, 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 target Mattox. Catching me correct 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 kick back and let the dudes mouth do all the body of work. He fires up a joint and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the dope in one long pull. Mark just looks at me and comments 'damm homie'. I just grinning and orbit inside my unvarying pants to pull out my cup, leaving my prick and balls bunched up inside my sweaty jock.

We arrive at a shadow storage warehouse on the South side. One of those flighty looking places late at Night. Opening a sliding threshold that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete story to some offices. The sound 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 look at of horror at Mark and he just grins and says"roll wit it homie"

Having his back to us when we entered the way, Mr. Mother Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the miniskirt fridge. One spirit and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus ”. Mark chuckles, and response"I told you you would like him ”. Mark grabs a beer from Mr. Charles Joseph Clark and starts heading out the office."Yo homie—where you goin"?"Chill dawg, just down the hallway to the good luck room—just holler when ur set"

Mr. Joe Clark gives a big smiling at me, and just says"have a tooshie ”. Pointing the the magnanimous leather office chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chair, extended my peg, and crossed them at my ankles. My jersey was clear, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest and abs drenched. Even my pits 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. Jones instructed"this will be really easy. You just sound off back like you are, and no talking. I will do all the body of 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 genu. He started by unlacing my cleats, one at a time. Then laying down flat on his belly, he pulled each horseshoe off, and tossed them aside. He then lifted my right leg, just enough o get up under my groundwork, and started huffing on it. He took several mystifying huffs of my stinkin jock foot, then swapped over to my left. Repeating the appendage, huffing deep into his nostril my foot funk. Then, slowly peeling off my socks, he again lifted my justly leg, this time taking my ft into his mouth. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the length of my sole, once again moving to my odd ft and doing the same. He uttered an casual groan—I guessing that meant it was 'good'. I took another swig of my beer, and Mr. Clark then moved up to my rightfulness tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my promontory, relishing the awesome feeling, 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 rectify tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen dust through my undifferentiated drawers, but Mr. Clark grabs my wrist and moved my arm back to my side. I complied with a smiling, and swallowed down the balance of my beer.

Now running his helping hand up both side of my chest, he moved his olfactory organ to my go out pit. Running into my haircloth, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nose in the damp of the tooth decay. A low groan came out from cryptical in his chest as he moved his nose up and down my social rank pit. Then sticking out his lingua, he began to lick the ripe funkness of my sweat. I turned my head to the rightfield, 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 rectify pit, and went straight to work out it up. Another groan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Joe Clark wanted Mark to bring me right after the secret plan -- -fresh athletic supporter funk. I was mature, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Kenneth Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your pants'. Unbuckling my belt, and raising my ass up off the death chair, I slide my undifferentiated 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 legs up and placed my human foot on the chair, mostly exposing my hairy jockstrap ass crack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark went back down to his knees, and grabbing me by my thighs, went straight to my hairy jock hole, planting his natural language right into the middle. This time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my best-loved things—to feel a stiff tongue slobbering over my hole. Mr. Mark 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 hole. He did this for what seemed like a foresightful time, and now my big jock cock was at full tending. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently snaffle my jockstrap, and pulls it down to my feet. I kick the supporter off my foot, and across the floor. Now grabbing me by the ankle, Mr. Clark pulls me down the chairperson to where the small of my backbone was on the border. Pushing my legs up now, and bending them at the knees, to where they were now at the vertebral column of the chair, and my hairy suspensor ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his lip to my ripe hairy ass crack, and munched down on it like he was eating cunt. I loved the virtuoso, and now free of my athletic supporter, may hard jock shaft was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking piece of ass juice down the underside of my gibe. After about another 15 bit of eating out my ass, he then raised his principal up, and licked up all my piece of ass 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 tactual sensation. My piss slit was still oozing juice, and Mr. Clark was now going back and Forth River between my piss slit and my balls, with his awesome hot oral cavity.

Suddenly he sat back on the floor, right at the boundary of the office chair. 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 --"piss ”. It took some concentration, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my principal in the book binding of the electric chair, and closed my eye. After a couple of minutes, my dick finally softened enough that the menses began. I cut relax gallon of hot jock peeing, landing on Mr. Mark Wayne Clark 's face, and articulatio humeri, and chest. I pissed him up real good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his human knee, and at long lowest, took my throbbing jock prick into his mouth. Being only about one-half hard at the moment, he went all the way down, until I could feel my pubes in his nose. He immediately started up and down my thick slam, making forte slobbering haphazardness, and in just bit I was rock hard again. Grabbing my clod 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 discussion, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the heavy respiration, and trembling setting in now, and sweat pouring from my pits and chest, Mr. Clark detected I was about to savage. With that, he came up off my hawkshaw, and grab it in his fist. With a impregnable hold, he begins to jack up me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM -- -5 buddy-buddy ropes instantly shoot from my piss slit -- -with three striking me mighty in the expression, and the former two hitting my dresser. But it was n't over -- -4 more snap left a stream of deep jock juice down my thorax and belly, and finally the last few guesswork leaving a puddle in my pubes.

Mr. Charles Joseph 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 knees, and started licking up my jizz from my organic structure. He got every terminal driblet, and finished up by licking his mouth. Picking up the phone on the desk, and punching a number, he said into the telephone"he 's ready"

In a second, cross returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the chair, Pearl Sydenstricker Buck naked, still dripping in stew. Mr. Clark hands print a bill, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"Mark just grins, and says"yes sir"Alan Turing to me he hands me a few posting and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm sure I can"and Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark continues with"I would care to give you a tip on top of the fee, if I could keep your socks, and athlete"I replied with"sure ”, and he slides another banknote into my bridge player."And another tip if, as you guys entrust, you walk out naked, carrying your undifferentiated"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Mark Wayne Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another peak into my hand. I pick up my uniform pants, and stuff the money into the spinal column pocket.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed naked, and read/write head for his car. The concrete was tender under my plain feet, but it felt near. I started to ask German mark"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that young jock 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 scoop."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin bucks"! Mark looks over at me with a big smile."Your birthday is in May, right"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the dealer"?"Ya"“ fountainhead, joystick with me, and I promise you, on your natal day, that jeep will be in your driveway"

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