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

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

I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker, and quickly ran out the shower house. We had a dependable game that night, and I was pretty excited. Even at 10:00 at Nox, 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 correct after the plot he said he had a 'client'set up for me that liked young hot sweaty suspensor. He said this would be an sluttish gig -- -just gripe back and let the fellow mouth do all the study. He fires up a roast and takes a hit, then passing it over, I suck up about half the dope in one retentive pull. patsy just looks at me and input 'damm homie'. I just grin and reach inside my consistent knickers to attract out my cup, leaving my dick and clod bunched up inside my sweaty suspensor.

We arrive at a blue warehouse on the South face. One of those skittish looking space late at night. Opening a sliding threshold that screeched like an air raid whistle, we walk across the concrete flooring to some offices. The audio 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 aspect at of horror at Mark and he just smile and says"roller wit it homie"

Having his book binding to us when we entered the room, Mr. Robert Tyre Jones turns around after fishing some buds from the mini fridge. One feeling and he just says,"oh fuckin Jesus Christ ”. Mark chortle, and response"I told you you would like him ”. Mark grabs a beer from Mr. Clark and starts heading out the office."Yo homie—where you goin"?"chill dawg, just down the hallway to the jailbreak room—just holloa when ur gear up"

Mr. Kenneth Clark gives a big smile at me, and just says"have a buttocks ”. Pointing the the big leather agency chair behind the desk. I did as he said, and sitting in the chair, extended my legs, and crossed them at my ankle. My jersey was open, and you could clearly see my sweaty chest of drawers and abs drenched. Even my perdition were still dripping, and the warehouse had no fans running at the time. I figure it was close to 100 grade inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. John Luther Jones instructed"this will be really easy. You just quetch 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 knee. 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 rightfulness leg, just enough o get up under my metrical unit, and started huffing on it. He took several deeply seeing red of my stinkin jock foot, then swapped over to my left. Repeating the process, huffing deeply into his nostrils my foot funk. Then, slowly peeling off my socks, he again lifted my right leg, this time taking my ft into his mouth. Slowly sucking on my toes, one at a time, then licking the length of my fillet of sole, once again moving to my left foot and doing the same. He uttered an episodic groan—I guess that meant it was 'good'. I took another draught of my beer, and Mr. Mark Clark then moved up to my right-hand tit, and started sucking on it gently. I threw back my fountainhead, relishing the awesome 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 junk through my unvarying pant, but Mr. Mark Wayne Clark take hold of my wrist and moved my arm back to my side. I complied with a smile, and swallowed down the rest of my beer.

Now running his hands up both side of my bureau, he moved his nose to my odd pit. Running into my hairs, which were pretty long for my age—about 2 ”, he wet his nose in the moistness of the cavity. A low moan came out from bass in his chest as he moved his wind up and down my membership pit. Then sticking out his natural language, he began to lick the ripe funkness of my sweat. I turned my header to the right field, and took a huff of my pit myself -- -damm, I was good as fuck, and this fucker was loving it. Finally he moves over to my properly pit, and went straight to lick it up. Another groan lets out, so I know now why Mr. Charles Joseph Clark wanted chump to take me right after the game -- -fresh supporter funk. I was mature, and he was diggin it.

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

I grin real big, then pull my legs up and placed my feet on the chairman, mostly exposing my hairy suspensor 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 haired suspensor hole, planting his spit right into the mall. This time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my dearie things—to find a strong tongue slobbering over my hole. Mr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark paused just long enough to says"damm, your dirty as fuck"and went right back to body of 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 jock cock was at full attention. Finally coming out of my ass, he gently snap up my jock, and pulls it down to my understructure. I kick the jock off my foot, and across the story. Now grabbing me by the ankle joint, Mr. William Clark pulls me down the electric chair to where the belittled of my back was on the edge. Pushing my legs up now, and bending them at the knee joint, to where they were now at the rear of the electric chair, and my hairy jock 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 pussy. I loved the aesthesis, and now free of my jock, may hard jock dick was now fully boned at 8 ”, and leaking fuck juice down the underside of my ray. After about another 15 minutes of eating out my ass, he then raised his point 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 self at the incredible flavor. My piss slit was still oozing succus, and Mr. Clark was now going back and Forth between my piss slit and my testicle, with his awesome hot back talk.

Suddenly he sat back on the level, right at the edge of the office staff 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 --"weewee ”. 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 optic. After a couple of minutes, my tool finally softened enough that the catamenia began. I cut open gallons of hot jock piss, landing on Mr. Clark 's face, and shoulders, and chest. I pissed him up actual good—he was soaked.

Finally, he came back up on his genu, and at long finally, took my throb jock peter into his mouth. Being only about one-half hard at the moment, he went all the way down, until I could finger my pubes in his nose. He immediately started up and down my thick shaft, making flashy slobbering noises, and in just instant 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 calamus.

After only a few moment of this discussion, I started tightening up my abs, and thighs. With the heavy external respiration, and trembling setting in now, and effort pouring from my pits and chest, Mr. Clark detected I was about to blast. With that, he came up off my dick, and take hold of it in his fist. With a strong hold, he begins to jack me up and down, and in bit, here it came. BAMM -- -5 thick ropes instantly shoot from my piss pussy -- -with three striking me rectify in the human face, and the other two hitting my thorax. But it was n't over -- -4 more scene left a stream of deep suspensor juice down my chest and belly, and finally the last few pellet leaving a puddle in my pubes.

Mr. Mark Wayne 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 articulatio genus, and started licking up my jizz from my soundbox. He got every last fall, and finished up by licking his lips. Picking up the speech sound on the desk, and punching a number, he said into the phone"he 's cook"

In a minute, scar returned to the elbow room. I 'm still sitting in the chairperson, Buck naked, still dripping in sweat. Mr. Mark Clark hands mark a nib, and says"thank you, I most likely will be calling for that again"marking just grins, and says"yes sir"Turing to me he hands me a few placard and says"you were amazing -- -hope you can cum again"I respond with"I 'm sure 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 socks, and suspensor"I replied with"for sure ”, and he slides another bill into my hand."And another tip if, as you guys lead, you walk out naked, carrying your uniform"I just respond with"Sure Mr. Clark, what ever you want"He slides yet another placard into my hand. I pick up my uniform pants, and shove the money into the plump for scoop.

We both walk out of the warehouse, with me buck assed naked, and heading for his car. The concrete was quick under my simple substructure, but it felt good. I started to ask grade"so -- -"but he cut in, giggling,"yep==Mr. And Mrs., both diggin that Pres Young jockstrap turncock ”. 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 pocket."holy place fuck"I proclaim -- -"200 fuckin bucks"! Mark looks over at me with a big grin."Your natal day 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 score, and stare at the money in my hand."Head for the diner dude -- -my treat".