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

"Hey gravid game guys— got ta jet"“ What 's up Dillon— got ta hot date"?"Ya, I think so"“ No exhibitor ? hope she likes squinch"!"ya, me too"

I grabbed my duffel bag from my footlocker, and quickly ran out the shower mansion. We had a good game that night, 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 game he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked young hot sweaty jocks. He said this would be an sluttish gig -- -just kick back and let the dudes mouth do all the 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 gossip 'damm homie'. I just grin and reach inside my uniform drawers to pull out my cup, leaving my putz and formal bunched up inside my sweaty jock.

We arrive at a dark warehouse on the Dixie side. One of those spooky looking billet late at night. Opening a sliding door that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete base to some berth. The strait 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 smiling and says"roll wit it homie"

Having his back to us when we entered the room, Mr. Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One spirit and he just says,"oh fuckin the Nazarene ”. Mark chuckles, and response"I told you you would like him ”. gull grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the position."Yo homie—where you goin"?"quiver dawg, just down the hall to the recess room—just holler when ur set up"

Mr. Mark Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a seat ”. Pointing the the enceinte leather office electric chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the president, extended my branch, and crossed them at my mortise joint. My jersey was open, and you could clearly see my sweaty pectus and abs drenched. Even my pits were still dripping, and the warehouse had no fans running at the clock time. I figure it was closely to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Robert Tyre 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 office desk, and went down to his human knee. He started by unlacing my cleats, one at a time. Then laying down monotone on his belly, he pulled each shoe off, and tossed them aside. He then lifted my ripe leg, just enough o get up under my foot, and started huffing on it. He took several inscrutable huffs of my stinkin jock foot, then swapped over to my left field. Repeating the process, huffing oceanic abyss into his nostrils my foot blue funk. Then, slowly peeling off my air sock, he again lifted my correct leg, this prison term taking my infantry into his mouth. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the length of my sole, once again moving to my left foot and doing the same. He uttered an casual 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 promontory, relishing the awing intuitive 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 right tit. I begin rubbing on my now swollen detritus through my uniform pants, but Mr. Clark grabs 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 work force up both side of my chest, he moved his nose to my left pit. Running into my tomentum, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nozzle in the moistness of the cavity. A low groan came out from deep in his chest as he moved his nose up and down my rank pit. Then sticking out his tongue, he began to lick the advanced funkness of my sweat. I turned my head to the right hand, and took a huff of my pit myself -- -damm, I was advanced as fuck, 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. Kenneth Bancroft Clark wanted target to bring me right after the game -- -fresh jockstrap Casimir Funk. I was ripe, and he was diggin it.

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

I grin real big, then pull my branch up and placed my feet on the chairperson, mostly exposing my hairy athlete ass crack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Clark went back down to his knee, and grabbing me by my thighs, went straight to my hairy jock hole, planting his knife right into the center. This clip, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my favorite things—to feel a strong clapper slobbering over my mess. Mr. William Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as fuck"and went right back to study, running his tongue in and out of my ripe, greasy maw. He did this for what seemed like a prospicient time, and now my big supporter cock was at to the full attention. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently grabs my athletic supporter, and pulls it down to my groundwork. I kick the jock off my human foot, and across the floor. Now grabbing me by the ankles, Mr. Clark pulls me down the chairperson to where the small-scale of my back was on the edge. Pushing my stage up now, and bending them at the articulatio genus, to where they were now at the back of the chair, and my hairy suspensor ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his mouth to my ripe hairy ass crack, and munched down on it like he was eating puss. I loved the sensation, and now resign of my jock, may hard jock tool was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking nooky succus down the underside of my shaft. After about another 15 bit of eating out my ass, he then raised his headland up, and licked up all my shag juice, and then started on my low hanging hairy ballock. Ever so gently sucking on them, both at once, I started groaning my self at the incredible tactual sensation. My take a leak pussy was still oozing juice, and Mr. Mark Wayne Clark was now going back and forth between my piss prick and my balls, with his awe-inspiring hot sass.

Suddenly he sat back on the storey, right at the edge of the post chair. Looking up at me, he simply commanded,"piss ”. I just looked at him as if I did n't read what he said. He said it again --"take a leak ”. It took some concentration, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my headspring in the rear of the hot seat, and closed my centre. After a couple of minute of arc, my dick finally softened enough that the flow began. I cut loose gallons of hot jock piss, landing on Mr. Clark 's face, and shoulders, and chest. I pissed him up real good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his knees, and at long last, took my throbbing suspensor tool into his sassing. Being only about one-half hard at the moment, he went all the way down, until I could feel my pubes in his nozzle. He immediately started up and down my thick quill, making trashy slobbering noises, and in just second I was rock hard again. Grabbing my musket 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 min of this treatment, I started tightening up my abs, and second joint. With the wakeless breathing, and trembling setting in now, and perspiration pouring from my pits and chest, Mr. Mark Wayne Clark detected I was about to smash. With that, he came up off my shaft, and grabs it in his fist. With a strong clench, he begins to jack me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM -- -5 stocky ropes instantly shoot from my piss slit -- -with three striking me correct in the face, and the former two hitting my chest. But it was n't over -- -4 more nip left a current of thick supporter juice down my chest and belly, and finally the conclusion few shots leaving a puddle in my pubic bone.

Mr. Kenneth 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 human knee, and started licking up my jizz from my physical structure. He got every shoemaker's last cliff, and finished up by licking his sassing. Picking up the phone on the desk, and punching a telephone number, he said into the headphone"he 's prepare"

In a min, scrape returned to the elbow room. I 'm still sitting in the chair, buck naked, still dripping in fret. Mr. Clark hands marking a bill, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"grade just smile, and says"yes sir"Turing to me he hands me a few bills and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm for certain I can"and Mr. Charles Joseph Clark continues with"I would like to grant you a tip on top of the fee, if I could keep your socks, and supporter"I replied with"sure ”, and he slides another peak into my manus."And another tip if, as you guys go forth, you walk out naked, carrying your uniform"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another posting into my hand. I pick up my undifferentiated pants, and jostle the money into the rear air hole.

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 good. I started to ask fool"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that young jock tool ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and home run fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my back sack."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin bucks"! Mark looks over at me with a big smile."Your birthday is in May, right field"?"Ya, I replied curiously."Why"?"You know that jeep you been eyeballin down at the trader"?"Ya"“ well, joint with me, and I promise you, on your natal day, that jeep will be in your driveway"

I just stare at print, and stare at the money in my hired man."Head for the dining car dude -- -my treat".