New athletic supporter tarradiddle -- -Chptr 5 -- -Me and Mr. Casey Jones

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

I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the shower sign. We had a soundly game that dark, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at night, it 's was pretty fuckin hot in due 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 plot he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked young hot sweaty jocks. He said this would be an easy gig -- -just charge back and let the dudes mouth do all the work. He fires up a stick and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the sens in one farseeing pull. bell ringer just looks at me and comments 'damm homie'. I just grin and reach inside my uniform pant to draw in out my cup, leaving my prick and balls bunched up inside my sweaty jock.

We arrive at a dark warehouse on the southward face. One of those spooky looking office 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 power, , we find, OMG it 's Mr. Mark Clark ! I flash a look at of horror at marker and he just grins and says"roll wit it homie"

Having his rachis to us when we entered the room, Mr. Robert Tyre Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the miniskirt fridge. One flavor and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus ”. marker chuckle, and replies"I told you you would care 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 prison-breaking room—just holler when ur ready"

Mr. Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a tooshie ”. Pointing the the large leather office chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chair, extended my legs, and crossed them at my ankles. My T-shirt was open, and you could clearly see my sweaty pectus and abs drenched. Even my Hell were still dripping, and the warehouse had no fans running at the time. I figure it was close to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Casey Jones instructed"this will be really well-heeled. You just complain back like you are, and no talking. I will do all the study, and you just do as instructed."Odd, I thought, so I just gave a nod.

Mr. William Clark then walked between me and the role desk, and went down to his knee joint. He started by unlacing my cleat, one at a meter. Then laying down flat on his belly, he pulled each shoe off, and tossed them aside. He then lifted my the right way leg, just enough o get up under my foot, and started huffing on it. He took respective recondite huff of my stinkin supporter foot, then swapped over to my left. Repeating the cognitive process, huffing mystifying into his nostrils my understructure Funk. Then, slowly peeling off my socks, he again lifted my right leg, this metre taking my understructure into his mouth. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a prison term, then licking the length of my sole, once again moving to my left foot and doing the same. 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 correctly tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my head, relishing the awing feeling, as no one had ever done that to me. I spread my leg 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 pants, but Mr. Mark Wayne Clark grabs my articulatio radiocarpea and moved my arm back to my slope. I complied with a smile, and swallowed down the ease of my beer.

Now running his hands up both incline of my bureau, he moved his olfactory organ 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 enclosed space. 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 natural language, he began to lick the right funkness of my sweat. I turned my chief to the rightfulness, and took a seeing red of my pit myself -- -damm, I was good as fuck, and this fucker was loving it. Finally he moves over to my compensate pit, and went straight to lick it up. Another moan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Mark Clark wanted Mark to bring me right after the game -- -fresh jock funk. I was right, and he was diggin it.

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

I grin really big, then pull my legs up and placed my animal foot on the chairwoman, mostly exposing my hairy athletic supporter ass crack."Oh fuck"was all he could say. Mr. Clark went back down to his genu, and grabbing me by my thigh, went straight to my hirsute athletic supporter mess, planting his tongue right into the center. This clip, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my favourite things—to find a strong glossa 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 tongue in and out of my ripe, oleaginous hole. He did this for what seemed like a prospicient time, and now my big athlete dick was at wide-cut care. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently seize my suspensor, and pulls it down to my feet. I kick the athletic supporter off my ft, and across the floor. Now grabbing me by the ankle, Mr. Clark pulls me down the chair to where the pocket-sized of my rear was on the edge. Pushing my stage up now, and bending them at the knees, to where they were now at the cover of the death chair, and my hairy suspensor ass was now fully exposed."Magnificent"was all he said. He the returned his mouth to my ripe hirsute ass crack, and munched down on it like he was eating cunt. I loved the sensation, and now free of my suspensor, may hard jock peter was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking fuck juice down the undersurface of my shaft. After about another 15 minutes of eating out my ass, he then raised his oral sex 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 piss pussy was still oozing juice, and Mr. Clark was now going back and Forth between my puddle slit and my orb, with his awing hot oral cavity.

Suddenly he sat back on the flooring, right at the edge of the place professorship. 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 --"peeing ”. It took some concentration, being as I was fully boned up, but I just rested my school principal in the back of the chair, and closed my eyes. After a couple of bit, my prick finally softened enough that the flow began. I cut liberal gallons of hot athlete piss, landing on Mr. Charles Joseph Clark 's face, and berm, and chest. I pissed him up veridical good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his knee, and at long last, took my pounding athletic supporter cock into his mouthpiece. Being only about one-half hard at the mo, he went all the way down, until I could feel my loins in his nose. He immediately started up and down my thick shaft, making aloud slobbering noises, and in just moments 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 minutes of this treatment, I started tightening up my abs, and thigh. With the heavy breathing, and trembling setting in now, and effort pouring from my stone pit and chest, Mr. Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my dick, and grabs it in his fist. With a solid clench, he begins to jack up me up and down, and in here and now, here it came. BAMM -- -5 duncish ropes instantly shoot from my piss slit -- -with three striking me rectify in the aspect, and the former two hitting my chest. But it was n't over -- -4 More crack left a current of thick jock juice down my chest and belly, and finally the cobbler's last few snap 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 tool"I just grinned at him, then he returned to his articulatio genus, and started licking up my jizz from my body. He got every go drop, and finished up by licking his rim. Picking up the headphone on the desk, and punching a identification number, he said into the telephone"he 's gear up"

In a moment, Deutschmark returned to the room. I 'm still sitting in the chairwoman, buck naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. Clark hands stigma a bill, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"Deutschmark just grin, 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 sure I can"and Mr. Kenneth Clark continues with"I would like to give you a tip on top of the fee, if I could keep your sock, and athletic supporter"I replied with"sure ”, and he slides another 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. Charles Joseph Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another billhook into my mitt. I pick up my uniform bloomers, and shove the money into the book binding pocket.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed naked, and head for his car. The concrete was warmly under my naked animal foot, but it felt expert. I started to ask marking"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that untried jock prick ”. All I could say was"fuck me ”. As we enter the car, and marker fires up the GTO, I fish the money from my backrest pocket."Holy fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin dollar"! Mark 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 bargainer"?"Ya"“ Well, stick with me, and I promise you, on your birthday, that landrover will be in your driveway"

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