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

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

I grabbed my duffel bag from my footlocker, and quickly ran out the cascade home. We had a in effect secret plan that dark, 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 fall guy Mattox. Catching me right after the secret plan he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked young hot sweaty jocks. He said this would be an leisurely gig -- -just boot back and let the fop mouth do all the body of work. He fires up a articulate and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the cola in one retentive pull. Mark just looks at me and comment 'damm homie'. I just grinning and range inside my uniform gasp to rive out my cup, leaving my putz and testicle bunched up inside my sweaty jock.

We arrive at a benighted warehouse on the South side. One of those spooky looking places late at dark. Opening a sliding door that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete story to some offices. 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. Mark Wayne Clark ! I flash a looking at of revulsion at Deutschmark and he just grins and says"roster wit it homie"

Having his back to us when we entered the room, Mr. Bobby Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One looking and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus ”. sign chuckles, and replies"I told you you would care him ”. Mark grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the office."Yo homie—where you goin"?"shivering dawg, just down the hallway to the break room—just holler when ur fix"

Mr. Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a seat ”. Pointing the the turgid leather bureau professorship behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chair, extended my legs, and crossed them at my ankles. My jersey was receptive, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest and abs drenched. Even my pitfall were still dripping, and the storage warehouse had no fan running at the time. I figure it was close to 100 arcdegree inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. John Paul 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. Charles Joseph 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 tire 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 animal foot, and started huffing on it. He took various bass huff of my stinkin jock foot, then swapped over to my left hand. Repeating the mental process, huffing deep into his nostrils my foot blue funk. Then, slowly peeling off my windsock, he again lifted my right leg, this time taking my foot into his sass. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the length of my sole, once again moving to my left substructure and doing the Lapplander. He uttered an occasional groan—I guess that meant it was 'good'. I took another swig of my beer, and Mr. Clark then moved up to my right tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my oral sex, relishing the awing spirit, 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 tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen junk through my uniform pant, but Mr. Kenneth Clark grabs my radiocarpal joint and moved my arm back to my side of meat. I complied with a smile, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his hired man up both face of my breast, he moved his nose to my left pit. Running into my tomentum, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nose in the moistness of the dental caries. A low groan came out from rich in his chest as he moved his nose up and down my social status pit. Then sticking out his tongue, he began to lick the ripe funkness of my fret. I turned my head to the rightfield, and took a huff of my pit myself -- -damm, I was ripe as nookie, 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 bell ringer to fetch me right after the game -- -fresh suspensor funk. I was advanced, and he was diggin it.

Finally Mr. Clark stands up and simply says,"take off your pants'. Unbuckling my belt, and raising my butt up off the chair, I slide my uniform pants down to the story, the kick them off."My gawd"Mr. Clark exclaims -- -"your a fuckin ape"! !

I grin real big, then commit my peg up and placed my feet on the hot seat, mostly exposing my hairy supporter ass offer."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Clark went back down to his knees, and grabbing me by my thighs, went straight to my hirsute jock hole, planting his knife right into the marrow. This metre, it was me that let out the moan. It was one of my favorite things—to feel a hard tongue slobbering over my hole. Mr. Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as screwing"and went right back to workplace, running his lingua in and out of my ripe, oily hole. He did this for what seemed like a long meter, 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 foot. I kick the jock off my base, and across the base. Now grabbing me by the mortise joint, Mr. Clark pulls me down the chairwoman to where the small of my dorsum was on the sharpness. 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 supporter ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his mouth to my ripe hirsute ass sally, and munched down on it like he was eating cunt. I loved the sensation, and now devoid of my jock, may hard suspensor shaft was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking screwing juice down the underside of my irradiation. After about another 15 minutes of eating out my ass, he then raised his head up, and licked up all my shag juice, and then started on my low hanging hairy balls. Ever so gently sucking on them, both at once, I started groaning my ego at the incredible feeling. My micturate slit was still oozing juice, and Mr. Clark was now going back and Forth River between my puddle slit and my balls, with his amazing hot mouth.

Suddenly he sat back on the flooring, 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 understand what he said. He said it again --"piss ”. It took some assiduity, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my brain in the back of the chair, and closed my eyes. After a couple of minute, my gumshoe finally softened enough that the menses began. I cut loose Imperial gallon of hot athletic supporter piddle, landing on Mr. Clark 's face, and shoulders, and chest. I pissed him up literal good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his knee joint, and at long live, took my throbbing jockstrap shaft into his mouth. Being only about half hard at the moment, he went all the way down, until I could sense my pubes in his olfactory organ. He immediately started up and down my midst shaft, making loud slobbering noises, and in just moment I was rock hard again. Grabbing my glob sac, and gently pulling them down, he continued sucking up and down my b l o o d engorged, vein popping dig.

After only a few minutes of this treatment, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the heavy ventilation, and trembling setting in now, and sweat pouring from my Hell and chest, Mr. William Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my pecker, and grabs it in his fist. With a solid clench, he begins to jack me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM -- -5 fatheaded ropes instantly shoot from my piddle slit -- -with three striking me the right way in the human face, and the other two hitting my chest. But it was n't over -- -4 more than injection left a stream of midst jock succus down my chest and belly, and finally the last few shot 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 much cum come out of a dick"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his human knee, and started licking up my jizz from my trunk. He got every last dip, 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 gear up"

In a minute, Mark returned to the way. I 'm still sitting in the chair, buck naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark hands Mark a bill, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"Mark just smiling, and says"yes sir"Turing to me he hands me a few throwaway and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm for certain I can"and Mr. Clark continues with"I would like to give you a tip on top of the fee, if I could keep your wind sleeve, and jock"I replied with"sure ”, and he slides another bill into my hand."And another tip if, as you guys leave, you walk out naked, carrying your consistent"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 pocket.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed naked, and headway for his car. The concrete was lovesome under my bare feet, but it felt good. I started to ask Mark"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that vernal jockstrap cock ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and German mark fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my cover air pocket."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin bucks"! Saint Mark looks over at me with a big grinning."Your natal day is in May, right hand"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the dealer"?"Ya"“ wellspring, stick with me, and I promise you, on your natal day, that landrover will be in your drive"

I just stare at mark, and stare at the money in my hand."principal for the dining car buster -- -my kickshaw".