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

"Hey big game guys— got ta jet"“ What 's up Dillon— got ta hot day of the month"?"Ya, I think so"“ No exhibitor ? hope she likes Funk"!"ya, me too"

I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the shower house. We had a salutary game 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 scratch Mattox. Catching me right after the game he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked vernal hot sweaty jockstrap. He said this would be an leisurely gig -- -just rush back and let the buster mouth do all the study. He fires up a joint and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the green goddess in one long pull. Mark just looks at me and commentary 'damm homie'. I just grin and reach inside my consistent pants 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 slope. One of those skittish looking places late at Nox. Opening a sliding door that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete floor to some agency. The sound of my cleat on the concrete echoed throughout the building—no sneaking in here. Inside one of the bureau, , we find, OMG it 's Mr. Clark ! I flash a flavor at of horror at Mark and he just grin and says"bowl wit it homie"

Having his back to us when we entered the elbow room, Mr. Mother Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the miniskirt electric refrigerator. One look and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus ”. Saint Mark chuckle, and reply"I told you you would like him ”. Mark grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the situation."Yo homie—where you goin"?"quiver dawg, just down the hall to the break of serve room—just holler when ur prepare"

Mr. Mark Wayne Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a seat ”. Pointing the the big leather office chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chair, extended my wooden leg, and crossed them at my mortise joint. My jersey was spread out, and you could clearly see my sweaty thorax and abs drenched. Even my pits were still dripping, and the warehouse had no fans running at the prison term. I figure it was close to 100 stage inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Jones instructed"this will be really easy. You just recoil 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 knees. He started by unlacing my cleats, one at a sentence. Then laying down plane on his belly, he pulled each shoe off, and tossed them aside. He then lifted my in good order leg, just enough o get up under my ft, and started huffing on it. He took several deep huff of my stinkin athlete metrical unit, then swapped over to my left. Repeating the process, huffing rich into his anterior naris my foundation blue funk. Then, slowly peeling off my socks, he again lifted my compensate leg, this time taking my groundwork into his lip. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the duration of my sole, once again moving to my left human foot and doing the Saami. 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 head, relishing the awful feeling, as no one had ever done that to me. I spread my legs a bit more, getting into the touch, as he moved over to the proper tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen junk through my uniform pants, but Mr. Mark Clark seize my wrist and moved my arm back to my slope. I complied with a smile, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his workforce up both side of my chest, he moved his nozzle to my leftover pit. Running into my hairs, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nose in the damp of the cavity. A low groan came out from bass in his chest as he moved his nose up and down my rank pit. Then sticking out his tongue, he began to bat the advanced funkness of my stew. I turned my head to the right, and took a seeing red of my pit myself -- -damm, I was advanced as shtup, and this fucker was loving it. Finally he moves over to my properly pit, and went straight to lick it up. Another moan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark wanted fall guy to make for me right after the secret plan -- -fresh jock blue funk. I was mature, and he was diggin it.

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

I grin really big, then rip my peg up and placed my ft on the electric chair, mostly exposing my hairy suspensor ass crack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Charles Joseph Clark went back down to his knees, and grabbing me by my thighs, went straight to my hirsute jock pickle, planting his clapper right into the center. This time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my favorite things—to palpate a stiff tongue slobbering over my hole. Mr. Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as fuck"and went right back to work, running his natural language in and out of my ripe, greasy hole. He did this for what seemed like a long time, and now my big athlete cock was at full attending. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently grabs my jock, and pulls it down to my feet. I kick the jock off my human foot, and across the story. Now grabbing me by the ankle joint, Mr. Clark pulls me down the chair to where the minor of my vertebral column was on the edge. Pushing my legs up now, and bending them at the genu, to where they were now at the rachis of the chair, and my hairy supporter ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his mouth to my good hairy ass crack cocaine, and munched down on it like he was eating slit. I loved the whiz, and now complimentary of my jock, may hard jock pecker was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking shag juice down the underside of my slam. After about another 15 minutes 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 ego at the incredible look. 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 sass.

Suddenly he sat back on the trading floor, right at the edge of the part 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 concentration, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my head in the back of the chair, and closed my eyes. After a yoke of instant, my dick finally softened enough that the menstruum began. I cut loose gallons of hot jock piss, landing on Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark 's face, and articulatio humeri, and chest. I pissed him up existent good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his human knee, and at long last, took my throb jock cock into his oral fissure. Being only about half hard at the moment, he went all the way down, until I could feel my pubes in his olfactory organ. He immediately started up and down my thick slam, making aloud slobbering racket, and in just here and now 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 shaft.

After only a few arcminute of this treatment, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the gravid breathing, and trembling setting in now, and sweat pouring from my orchestra pit and chest, 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 grip, he begins to jack me up and down, and in mo, here it came. BAMM -- -5 thick rope instantly shoot from my piss slit -- -with three striking me rightfield in the face, and the early two hitting my chest. But it was n't over -- -4 More shot left a stream of thick jock juice down my chest and belly, and finally the last few pellet leaving a pool 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 prick"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his knees, and started licking up my jizz from my organic structure. He got every last drop, and finished up by licking his lips. Picking up the telephone set on the desk, and punching a turn, he said into the phone"he 's ready"

In a minute, mug returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the professorship, buck naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. William Clark hands Mark a bill, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"patsy just grins, and says"yes sir"Alan Turing to me he hands me a few greenback and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm certain I can"and Mr. Clark continues with"I would like to apply you a tip on top of the fee, if I could keep your air sock, and athlete"I replied with"for certain ”, 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. Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another eyeshade into my hand. I pick up my uniform gasp, and shove the money into the backrest pocket.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed naked, and headway for his car. The concrete was warm up under my bleak feet, but it felt estimable. I started to ask Mark"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that young jockstrap cock ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and soft touch fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my rear pouch."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin sawbuck"! stigma looks over at me with a big grinning."Your birthday is in May, right"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the monger"?"Ya"“ well, stick 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 helping hand."header for the dining car dude -- -my kickshaw".