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Within two weeks of opening, business was already booming for Donkey Cakes. Stanley expected his desserts would prove popular, but he knew the real draw was his newly hired staff. Carlos, in his special ultra-tight and skimpy uniform, was the perfect eye candy to draw in crowds, both male and female. Sure, the kid was dense, clumsy, and had poor work ethic, but the extra benefits far outweighed those negatives.
Due to the sudden rush in popularity, Stanley had even had to hire more workers. Luckily, Carlos came through and recommended one of his teammates. DJ was just as fuckable and unbelievably stacked as Carlos. He was more of a redneck type; a bit taller, with more of a cut body and less beefy. He had the perfect all-American corn-fed jock look with his baby blue eyes and long shaggy blond hair. Stanley eyed DJ as he brought a tray stacked with plates over to a table with waiting customers. He could see the customers giving the tall blond teen a good look over, eyes taking in his impressive physique. Stanley noticed how DJ wobbled as he walked. Clearly, the kid's enormous ass threw him off balance. Stanley himself couldn't wait to get DJ alone in the backroom...
Stanley did have his hands full, though. Training Carlos was taking longer than expected, and Stanley shadowed the teen stud closely to make sure he didn't screw up any major orders. Carlos was standing at the counter, a glazed-over look in his eyes as a demanding Karen recited a long, complicated special order to him. Stanley knew the kid would need some help.
Carlos stared blankly across the bakery at his buddy DJ. This sucks ass, I wonder if I can switch with DJ, Carlos thought, as he tried to tune out the rambling shrieks of the customer. He was just starting to get used to the routine with his new gig. His plate was full with school, sports, and now work. Carlos was never really into sweets, so he had no clue why Donkey Cakes was so popular, but it did make him kind of proud because the customers seemed to think he was doing a good job. He was starting to rake in the cash with tips now, and that's how he was able to recruit DJ to join him. Having his bud and teammate here did make the time pass a little bit quicker. It wasn't so bad, really, even if his boss was weirdly handsy and had no concept of personal space.
"Is everything all right here?"
The Karen, visibly irate, started spouting off her order again, mixed with complaining about Carlos's inattentive service.
"Sorry about that, I'm still training him. I'll watch over him very closely, just tell us your order one more time. Carlos, here's a pen and pad, write it down exactly, please." Stanley figured this was the perfect opportunity to test the jock's boundaries.
While the Karen continued her screed, Stanley rested one hand onto the jock's bubbly globes and gave it a tight squeeze, cupping and lifting it slightly as his fingers sank into the assflesh. Carlos was caught off guard when he felt his weird boss palming his butt through the tight fabric. The teen tried to shift away, uncomfortably.
With his hand obscured behind the counter, Stanley grasped one cheek and pulled it slightly, to separate the deep crevice in between Carlos's ass cheeks. He's just helping out with this wedgie, he tried to convince himself. The uniform shorts were practically painted on, and his cheeks tended to swallow up the tight fabric, giving the jock a deep wedgie and exposing half of his hair-dusted globes. They were pretty uncomfortable and made it hard to concentrate. It didn't help, of course, that the uniform came with some really skimpy underwear.
"We can't have you flashing your underwear to the customers, right?" was what Stanley said when he handed over the baby blue `uniform undergarments'. If Carlos didn't know any better, he swore the triangular straps of cloth were similar to a thong. He tried to convince himself that it was just like a posing strap.
Just then, Carlos felt Stanley's thumb touch the fabric, right over his tight, virginal jockhole. He tried to shake his boss off with a wiggle of his hips, but that just made the older man grab him tighter. In front of a customer, Carlos was powerless to fight back at the molestation. Stanley started to apply more pressure to the tight ring, gently circling it around, his thumb tracing the ridges of the straight teen's pinprick-sized hole. He pressed his thumb at different intervals to give the jock some stimulation.
Carlos knew he had to work hard to keep this job. He tried to ignore his pervy boss while scribbling away at the lady's orders in his terrible handwriting. She was going so fast that it was taking all of his focus to keep up. Carlos was caught off guard by the unmistakable feeling of his massive ass cheeks spreading, something that didn't happen often due to their magnitude. When Stanley's thumb began prodding at his clothed hole, Carlos accidentally let out a surprised moan right in front of the lady. He looked at the customer stunned for a minute.
"Uh, sorry. Thought I had to sneeze." He offered her a cheeky grin and slight shrug.
Carlos tried to stifle his moans as Stanley got more aggressive squeezing and grabbing at the perfect cheeks and working his thumb against his hole. With Carlos's wider stance, it was easier for Stanley's thumb to access the canyon between the athletic mounds to prod, tap, and circle around the jock's ultra-tight hole.
Carlos was actually doing a decent job of consciously ignoring Stanley and trying to not make a fool of himself. He stumbled over his words and muttered considerably as Stanley felt him up more aggressively. He tried his best to concentrate on the customer and keep scribbling on the notepad, but the feeling of his ass being played with was getting too much. Stanley's impressive bulge was thickening in response to the foreplay. He felt his fat, veiny cock grow in his pants and start to snake down his khakis. He shifted slightly and pressed his bulge into Carlos's asscheek once again. He felt the blood pump to his cock and throb against the teen's incredibly meaty bubble. Carlos bit his tongue and tried to scoot away from Stanley as he felt the pervy older man press his hard cock against Carlos's ass.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, Carlos was starting to enjoy the sensation of his ass and hole getting played with and prodded. His own cock was starting to chub up a bit in response. It must have been because he's been so busy that he hasn't busted for weeks. That was the only explanation as to why Stanley feeling up his ass and hole was somehow making him hard. To be honest, the finger on his hole was starting to feel kind of good. Seeing Carlos's instinctual reaction just made Stanley even hungrier for his jock ass, salivating at the prospect of once more digging between those cheeks and shoving his tongue inside. He started to push harder onto Carlos's hole. Carlos braced himself with both hands on the counter, flexing his strong arms and biting his tongue as he felt his extra-tight hole slightly give...
CRASH Everyone in the bakery turned to where the crash came from. Several plates and pies were on the floor, shards and smashed food everywhere. DJ's ass had accidentally collided with a table, knocking the dishes off of it. Stanley sighed. His teasing of Carlos would have to wait. He ordered Carlos to join DJ in cleaning up the mess.
Carlos had to admit he was a tiny bit disappointed to be kneeling next to DJ picking up his mess. "Dude, you're a fucking master," he goaded his friend sarcastically. As he bent down to get on his hands and knees, Carlos's luck got worse.
RIIIIIIIP
As he bent down, his massive ass spread apart, stretching the tiny shorts to the absolute limit. The shorts had split down the rear seam, causing his fat jock cheeks to burst out jiggling and bouncing. In that position, his cheeks were spread just enough to even expose the tiny baby blue thong that barely covered his pink jockhole. Now his big ass and tight hole was on display for everyone in the restaurant.
Several customers gasped in shock, surprise, and excitement. Some giggling teenage girls whipped out their phones and started to snap pics at the scene, while several housewives were so overtaken that they almost fainted. Carlos quickly rose to his feet and jerked his hands behind his back to try and cover his exposed ass, but even that wasn't enough to completely conceal the jiggling flesh.
"Jesus, Carlos!" Stanley barked. "Get to the backroom! We'll find you a change of clothes. DJ, finish cleaning up then man the counter until we get back."
Carlos followed Stanley to the backroom, the whole time complaining that it wasn't his fault, it was the damn shorts, they were way too small, all while futilely trying to cover his wardrobe malfunction. When they stepped into the room, Carlos was so busy trying to build a useless argument that he kept his back turned to Stanley the entire time. "...also, I don't know why we have to wear a uniform, a couple of my buddies down in-"
Stanley was unable to resist. After all that teasing, his hands immediately went back to Carlos's massive cheeks, grabbing, grasping, and jiggling both up and down, then giving light swats to make them bounce. "Finally, I've got you alone. Felt like we were never gonna get some privacy." The lecherous older man jeered as he started to separate the two cheeks and expose the thong-clad hole.
"Bossman, you ain't listening huh-" Carlos tried turning around, but before he knew it, Stanley had pushed him firmly against a shelf, then knelt down and got into position. Stanley slathered his tongue all over Carlos's exposed, hairy cheeks, covering them with his saliva. He even sucked on them a bit, giving them small hickeys and love bites.
"Dude, fuck, not this again!" Carlos tried to protest, but he was powerless as Stanley spread his cheeks and shoved his face in between. With the thong still on, he gave the treasured tight jockhole one long, slow lick, from taint to lower back, slobbering and making sure he thoroughly saturated the thong fabric with his spit. Carlos noticeably stifled a moan as he held onto the shelf.
"Man, seriously, I gotta get changed!" He said, but his voice was drowned out by the loud slobbers and smacking noises of Stanley's mouth on his ass. Carlos was defeated. He reached down, hooked a finger under the thin fabric, and snapped the thong strap to the side to reveal his inviting jock hole.
Stanley was so ass hungry he wasn't even paying attention to what the jock was saying. He just kept slobbering and licking away at that tiny pinprick, forming a tight seal around it and tapping and prodding at it with his tongue. With Carlos's earlier reaction, he knew that the jock was starting to enjoy the anal stimulation, and that just motivated to eat the stud out even harder.
As Stanley's movements became more intense and purposeful, Carlos' protests were very slowly muted out. It was a strong transition as his words of argument were interrupted by soft, almost needy moans that escaped him. "Dude, come on, there's no time - What the fuck, man, I already told you this is weird as fuck - Can I get back to work already?"
Stanley was so deep in the ass that he had to come up for gasps of air before he slammed his tongue back onto that pucker, bullseye. As he came up gasping for air, he grabbed Carlos's cheeks and smacked them hard to make them jiggle inches from his face.
"FUCK!"
SMACK
"BIG, PHAT"
SMACK
"JOCKY BOOTY!"
SMACK
JIGGLE
Carlos began to mumble uncontrollably at the sensation. "Wait a minute... - Damn that's deep - Holy fuck, dude, you're in me - Fuck ok you can slap it but don't leave a mark - Fuuck why am I so horny..." His thoughts shifted until he found himself poking out of his thong. Stanley reached around and felt it: in the tiny thong pouch, so thin it was semi see-through, Carlos's cock was rock hard, pre-cum soaking into the fabric.
Carlos was left bent over resting his arms and head flat on top of the shelf, eyes closed and openly moaning. His need was getting so intense he even began to subconsciously bounce and clap his cheeks in front of Stanley's face, basically begging him for it. But, the abrupt movements and weight of Carlos's beefy body seemed to be too much for the shelf...
BANG
Carlos's bodyweight completely snapped the shelf off the wall. It was so sudden that Carlos stepped back into Stanley, pushing the older man onto the floor. Carlos quickly scrambled to help Stanley up, knowing that he was in for another scolding from the ill-tempered miser.
Stanley was completely overtaken with lust. He felt like he was ON something, that's how much his hunger to devour the perfect jock standing in front of him was. As Carlos turned to face him, Stanley was almost disappointed to lose sight of the big jock booty, until his sights landed on something else: Carlos's meaty muscletits. Two big slabs of muscle, with a dusting of brown hair, topped with pointed, perky pink-brown nipples. They were huge, so big they almost looked like Carlos should have to wear a bra or something.
Stanley continued to salivate as he stepped forward, burying his face onto Carlos's chest, and then latching onto one of his nipples with his mouth. He began to eagerly suck, lick, and nip at the nubs, swirling around them with his tongue then applying suction until they POPPED right out.
You see, Stanley wasn't just an ass man. He liked to use his mouth to stimulate all parts of a man's body. And like most men his age, he was partial to tits as well. Only in his case, he preferred the hard-yet-bouncy tits of a muscular jock rather than some plastic Barbie. As he sucked and nibbled on one nipple, his other hand grabbed and groped the remaining one, trying to grab as much titmeat as he could and flick the other nipple between his fingers.
At first reaction he reached up with both hands to stop Stanley, actually laughing a little because of how random the old man's actions seemed. But he stopped himself short when he felt that same talented tongue swirling around his nipple, and his already sensitive cock actually twitched under the thong. "What...the fuck..." Carlos looked down at Stanley's face buried down between his sizable pecs and he didn't really know what to think. It was like everything Stanley did was so alien to him he could barely keep up. The uniform shirts were just as small, and in the middle of the hard ass eating Carlos was getting his tank top rode up easily, exposing his huge pecs. He was still embarrassingly hard from Stanley's tongue on his ass, and he stood there awkwardly in the tiny wet thong, wondering what to do. Slowly, his arms lowered down to his sides and he allowed Stanley to keep enjoying his tits.
Stanley continued to lick and bite on Carlos's pert nipple. He looked up to see the jock moaning and twitching in pleasure. Stanley decided to get to work. He snaked one hand behind Carlos back and cupped a cheek again, while the other hand went right to the jock's crotch. He spit in his hand and slathered it all over the thong pouch, getting it nice and slick as it mixed with the teen jock's pre-cum. One he continued his working licking all over and motorboating Carlos's chest, his hand grasped the teen's hard cock and began to pump it up and down. With his other hand, he found his way back to the crevice between Carlos's mounds, and resumed pulsing and pushing onto the jock's ultra-tight love button.
Carlos opened his mouth to say something, but instead a low, needing moan came out, more reminiscent of a bitch in heat than anything else. The sudden assault on his senses had him speechless for once. He was trying hard to fight something that he knew seemed very weird...but it felt so amazing. Carlos actually reached back when he felt Stanley's hand on his cheek. He hooked a finger under the strap of the thong and moved it to the side, giving the older man full access to his tight little hole. "Fucking do it then..." he whispered in a soft breathless exhale. At the same time, a powerful hand fell over the back of Stanley's head and actually locked him in place on the nipple he was suckling. Carlos moaned much harder this time when Stanley pressed his finger into his hole. He wiggled his hips and made his cheeks bounce apart a little in an effort to give him more access. Stanley withdrew his finger from prodding at Carlos's hole and removed his mouth from the jock stud's nipple. Carlos let out a small whine of dissatisfaction of losing the sensations. Stanley stuck a finger into his mouth and sucked on it, covering it and coating it in his spit, then resumed the position with his mouth on Carlos's chest and finger pushing against the jock's ass. This time, he pushed harder than before, the spit acting like lube to let just the tip of his finger breech past the virgin jock hole and finally enter into the velvety slick insides.
He continued to pump up and down Carlos's cock, giving it a slow, teasing handjob. He would grasp it near the base and then tug upwards, using his thumb to circle around the sensitive cockhead and spread the sweet pre-cum all over. The kid was dripping like a faucet as he was introduced to sensations that were beyond what he had ever imagined.
Stanley wiggled his finger in Carlos's ass, only able to get up to the first joint due to Carlos having such a tight, unbroken ass.
After thoroughly sucking and biting on one nipple, which was now slightly swollen and puffy, Stanley released it from his vacuum-like mouth. "You like this, Carlos?" he asked, before plunging his mouth onto Carlos's other nipple and giving it the same treatment.
Carlos was /actually/ longing for Stanley's tongue in his hole again. So when he felt a finger breach his tight little ring it made his entire statuesque body tremble. He was in disbelief at how bad he needed to bust. Goddamn...why does this shit feel so fucking good... He thought to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to think about the girls he had fucked or what he'd do to a bitch with a big ass right now. But what he didn't realize was that in this situation HE was the bitch with the big ass. The sensations were so amazing though he could barely care. When Stanley spoke he opened one eye and looked down at him. "Uh...just don't stop ok..." he muttered to his boss softly. It was obvious by his trembling and the look on his face that it felt amazing, but he didn't want to admit it.
When he looked down though, something else shocked him and caught his eye.
He noticed Stanley's massive bulge, which was kind of hard to ignore. His eyes went wide with morbid curiosity, and the moment had him a lot less hinged. "Damn pops what the fuck is this??" He reached down and gave Stanley's bulge a full, unhindered, soul satisfying squeeze with his entire palm and just held on. This was the first time he saw one so big...and Carlos was really having trouble thinking straight about anything with the attention he was getting. It had been weeks since he blew a load and at this point his horny teenage body really would've taken anything. It was obvious he was pent up and had to cum BADLY, and Stanley was taking advantage of his transparent need.
Stanley released his hand from Carlos's cock and watched as it throbbed so hard it was bobbing up and down. He unzipped his own pants and hauled out his impressively long and fat cock, with a thick head. His pubes were dense, but it was clear he easily dwarfed Carlos in the meat department. His own cock was dripping precum, a droplet bubbling out of his slit and slowly falling to the floor in a long strand. While Carlos was transfixed at the sight of the older man's cock, Stanley took this as an opportunity to wiggle his finger around in circular motions, digging slightly into the jock's ass. Stanley could tell the kid was getting hungry.
"You want me to keep going? Then you gotta return the favor," Stanley taunted, as his hand hovered right over Carlo's cock, teasing the bigger jock, his fingers less than an inch away from the throbbing pole.
Carlos snatched his hand back when he noticed Stanley start to unzip his pants. For some reason, even through his arousal he was apprehensive about touching another man's bare cock. Dude he wants me to give him like a fucking handjob basically? He's tripping out if he thi- FUCK what the fuck is he doing back there...feels so good... Carlos was way too horny to think, he reacted to his feelings. Licking his lips nervously he looked up and down between Stanley and his cock. Just full send bro don't think... Carlos gripped the older man's shaft hard and awkwardly. It was a weird feeling, definitely was different than his. Carlos let his curiosity lead as he brutishly moved Stanley's dick around. But all he could really think about was how bad he wanted to cum, and how long it had been. "Dude...do that thing again." He said, unsure but at the same time there was assertiveness behind his voice. "That thing with your mouth like...y'know...like on my ass and all that..."
The teen was rough, Stanley thought. He definitely needed to be taught how to properly handle a man's cock. Still, the kid's walls were starting to crumble. And when he asked Stanley to eat him out again, well, that was music to his ears.
Stanley grabbed the thong and pulled it down Carlos's legs, finally letting the jock's hole free without any obstruction. He laid down on the floor, using a rag to brace his head. "You want it so bad? Then you gotta do the work. Sit on my face." Stanley taunted Carlos by sticking his long, broad tongue out and wiggling it around, sending shivers down Carlos's spine as he couldn't help but remember what it felt like to have the warm, wet appendage slithering inside his hole. Carlos stepped over Stanley and squatted down in a wide stance. Carlos was used to doing deep squats, it was one of the reason why he had such an impressively large ass, but he had never squatted over another man's face before.
Carlos felt somewhat embarrassed, but when his hole finally made contact with Stanley's mouth, a wave of pleasure washed all over him. Stanley immediately began to munch and lick all around and over Carlos's hole. With all the teasing and attention it had already received, Carlos's hole was thankfully finally starting to open up a bit. It didn't take much effort for Stanley to clasp his lips over the ring and worm the tip of his tongue up into the jock's sweet pussy.
"You want me to do what with my mouth? On your ass? I don't know what you're talking about, son, you'll have to speak clearly."
Stanley enjoyed taunting and teasing the hunky teen, trying to get him to fully embrace being a slut. The more the kid got used to begging for his ass to get eat out, the more Stanley would be able to manipulate him into offering his hole up whenever, wherever.
Carlos' face actually went bright red for a moment as he slowly let go of Stanley's dick. The old man was really trying to make this harder than it already was and by now Carlos just had to unload. He was noticeably trapped, not sure how to respond. Almost like instinct, the 18 year old wrestler scooped Stanley's leg right out from under him and lifted him like paper. He took him down to the ground with surprising control. "Bro, stop clowning..." He spat in the middle of his motion, ending up right on Stanley's chest. Carlos' movements were abrupt and desperate as he held Stanley down and literally snapped the little thong off his body. I don't give a fuck I'm gonna bust NOW... Carlos lifted his baby blue uniform shirt a little, revealing more of his abs as he tried to get his bare lower body comfortable in the position he was in. As he moved so desperately he couldn't stop thinking about how amazing that tongue had felt, and it made his little hole twitch between the massive cheeks that he was now thoughtlessly lowering all over Stanley's face. Carlos ended up straddling the smaller man until his obscene cheeks enveloped Stanley's face, to the point where they spilled out onto the floor. "I know this what you want, creepy ass grandpa type...I wanna BUST fucking do what you do or I'm finna just stay sitting here all day." When he uttered the word bust, he only put a point on his desperation by bouncing his big cheeks around Stanley's head.
Stanley was literally drowning in jock ass, as Carlos's massive cheeks enveloped his entire face. He could barely breath as he felt himself getting smothered by those cheeks. Luckily, when Stanley started to work his mouth and tongue against Carlos's hole, Carlos responded by rocking his hips back and forth, allowing Stanley to get in short breaths through nose.
Carlos kept Stanley's mouth right on his hole, and Stanley responded by reaching up and grabbed those fat jock cheeks, holding them in place so he could dig in.
Stanley started to beat against that tight jock hole with his tongue. They were well past teasing at this point, Stanley knew that Carlos needed to get eaten out hard, like a bitch. If he didn't make this teen stud cum soon, he might just suffocate underneath his fat cheeks!
Stanley had a rhythm in place, of licking, then breathing, lick then breathe, working his tongue rougher and rougher into Carlos, feeling that tight little hole part just enough for him to snake his tongue inside.
Carlos tasted amazing, teen jock sweat tart on Stanley's tongue, which just made him want to dig in even deeper.
Stanley was amazed: he had never been this deep in an ass before. Carlos was now resting almost all of his body weight on Stanley's face. Stanley's moans and groans of pleasure at tonguing such a perfect hole was muffled by the mounds around his face.
Carlos shifted his hips slightly and rocked back, which finally allowed Stanley's tongue to slip deeper inside, he straightened it as much as possible and let the tip of his tongue slide into the jock's love chute, slipping a couple inches inside the tight orifice.
Stanley was in jock-ass heaven, he could only imagine how Carlos felt at the hardest tongue fucking Stanley had ever given.
Carlos had no thoughts anymore. His already limited brain capacity at this point had checked out and all his reservations were pushed aside by his deep need to cum and his newfound desire for tongue in the ass. His eyes rolled in the back of his head when he felt how far Stanley's tongue had reached. He never had anything like that before and he wanted more. Before he knew it Carlos was leaning forward slightly on his hands and absolutely bouncing his huge round cheeks all over Stanley. He didn't even care or think that at that moment he only looked like a horny bitch, moving his ass better than most of the girls he knew. He just needed more tongue. His moans were loud and aggressive now. If anyone had walked by they would've probably guessed Carlos was in the middle of fucking some chick's brains out. "Take it bitch...I bet you fucking like that that's right...open your mouth, open your FUCKING mouth mmm fuck yea like that don't forget to breathe bitch...ohhh FUCK!" Carlos changed posture so he was in a full squat and soon he was just working his huge ass straight up and down on Stanley's tongue, struggling and fighting with his big cheek to move them aside.
Stanley kept his tongue as rigid as possible as Carlos resumed posting up and down. He appreciated the irony at how the jock was moving his hips not unlike a woman in reverse cowgirl position.
The once tight, tiny jock hole was now slick and opening, allowing Stanley to slide his tongue in and out of it with ease. When Carlos slammed his hips down and ground them around in Stanley's face, Stanley took the opportunity to swirl his tongue deep inside Carlos's jock hole, really treated it like the pussy it was.
Once he was fully inside, he flattened his tongue out, broadening it to give Carlos some of the girthy stretch that it needed. Stanley's control of his tongue was very precise, it was very large, not unlike a small cock. He worked his tongue hard and fast, licking and flicking it against Carlos's inner walls.
Carlos was now riding Stanley so hard that his cheeks clapped and jiggled with each raise and lowering of his hips. He was bucking his ass on Stanley's face, the only thoughts consuming Stanley's mind was eating out this jock like a bitch. Making his anal pussy feel pleasure like it never had before. He was gonna make this stud squirt HARD with just his tongue.
Carlos hand was rapidly tugging at his own bare cock, the other hand pinching and squeezing a puffy nipple, the sensations in his ass sending electric shocks directly to his cockhead, bringing him closer and closer to ecstasy.
"Oh,... OH FUCKKKK!!" Carlos was caught off guard, the pleasure was too much.
His eyes rolled back as he lost his balance, lowering all his ass onto Stanley's face, driving that tongue so far up his ass. His balls tightened as his cock began shooting, spraying a huge load of pent-up jock cum EVERYWHERE. He splattered Stanley's polo shirt and khakis with his jock seed, shooting so far it even got onto the floor. Several weeks' worth of hot jock cum sprayed and splattered all over the floor.
As Carlos came, his hole clenched down on Stanley's tongue, not letting it withdraw, keeping it in there as his prostate pulsed in pleasure from the rapid tonguing it had received.
Carlos finally came back to his senses, the realization of what he did hitting him uneasily, looking down at the evidence of how much he enjoyed riding an old man's face and getting a tongue shoved up his hole.
He couldn't help but notice Stanley's cock, rock hard, pointing straight up like an obelisk to the sun. Streams of precum dripping down the impressively thick, long rod.
Carlos stayed sat there on Stanley's face for a minute, gripping the bottom of his shirt and bringing it up to his face where he chewed on it nervously. Even now that he was absolutely spent he had to admit...the tongue up his ass felt amazing. Eventually Carlos managed to clumsily decouple Stanley's tongue with his hole and slide his fat ass off the older man's used face. He fell onto his back right there trying to catch his breath in a post fuck haze, arms spread out and one leg propped up...his massive ass so large it was like a cushion, part of his cheeks visible even though he was laying on his back. He laid there trying to catch his breath.
Stanley caught his breath, his chest heaving after being muffled for so long. He rose to his feet. Fuck, this kid was doing a number on him. He hadn't been this turned on in a long time, his cock was rock hard and like a divining rod.
Carlos started rising, but part way through stopped in a kneeling position. He was so transfixed by Stanley's cock - a huge hard piece of meat, obviously turned on by the Latino jock's body. Carlos knew that this was weird for an old guy like that to stroke his cock at him. He knew that he should deck him, run off and quit this job, maybe report him to the police. At the same time, what he did with his tongue... Carlos did feel like he owed the man. After all, he did give Carlos this job, and he did do that thing with his mouth on the jock's ass.
The rhythmic schlik-schlik-schlik of Stanley pumping his fist up and down the length of his cock filled the room. Stanley looked down at the stacked jock, loving how his hairy chest heaved out of the deep scoop of his tank top. The sight of it was obscene. Stanley wanted nothing more than to slide his slick cock in between those perfect mounds and feel them flex against his cock. He wanted to use that chest to get off, and reward Carlos with a generous helping of his cum.
Carlos winced just a bit. This was definitely something the hunk had never expected to see. The tonguing was one thing, but this was something else. The way Stanley's thick hog was being worked over him......it was beyond obscene. And the whole interaction was uncomfortably gay for the self professed straight jock. But he didn't move an inch. A part of it was out of obligation. It must have been work for Stanley to tonguefuck his hole since it was so tight, and cumming from it was out of this world.
Another piece of it might have been a twinge of curiosity alongside his uncomfortable nervousness. He'd only seen his own cum. He'd never really considered looking at another man's cock or cum or anything......but since the opportunity was here and Stanley was already so far along, why not just sit it out?
And Carlos wouldn't openly admit the whole thing was a bit of an ego trip. His ass alone and his perfect pecs were enough to send this business man over into a frenzy....and what young man doesn't love to know he has that kind of animalistic power?
At that point, Stanley couldn't take it anymore. His pumping had become feverous, grunting and growling as he felt his rough hands slide up and down his pre-cum slick cock. The sight of this jock stud, with his insanely muscular and toned body, was enough to send him over the edge. He felt his balls draw up as he let out a roar, no doubt loud enough so all the patrons outside could hear it. A geyser of cum erupted from his cock, the hot sticky liquid splattering all over Carlos's chest and tank top. Several spurts of pungent jizz practically painted his pecs. The smell of it was so strong it invaded Carlos's nose, making sure he knew that he was going to reek of cum until he got a chance to shower.
The sight of Carlos's bust, caked with his cum, was almost enough to make Stanley's cock hard again. Alas, he didn't have the refractory period like when he was younger, so his dick just pitifully twitched in his hand. Carlos looked like somebody had sprayed with him a shiny translucent frosting, which was the perfect excuse Stanley could use if anyone asked what it was. The cum made the tank top see through, so Stanely could see Carlos's brown nipples, the cum dripping down his chest making sure every inch of Carlos's tits were covered in a thin layer of man juice.
After Stanley caught his breath, he grabbed a nearby pair of shorts and used them to mop up the cum off his cock, then tossed them over to Carlos. Carlos did the same to his chest, before Stanley interrupted him.
"You gotta get back out there, Carlos. Put those shorts on and help DJ."
Carlos paused, eyes going wide. "Wait....what? No way man. I smell now and I'm like, sticky and shit." He said in a hushed voice as if his loud moans just a few minutes ago wouldn't have been heard. "I can't wear this. People will see!" His face began to tinge a shade of red.
The pause continued with Stanley staring expectantly at the young jock. It began to sink in. Stanley was serious, dead serious. Carlos looked down at the slightly gooey pants and sighed. "Fuck." He mumbled softly as he winced in disgust as he slid the slimey shorts onto his body. Luckily the cum helped to lube the fabric, making this maybe the first time he was easily able to slip the damn thing on.
He saw his reflection in the metal of one of the storage closets. He looked alright....although he would easily fit on the cover of a lurid porno mag. Turning back to Stanley he puffed out his chest.
"Fine bossman. But I want a bigger paycheck...consider this overtime." He said, trying to be assertive.
He gave a quick glance to the broken collapsed shelves. "And hazard pay too!"