Donkey Cakes Ch 01

Carlos blew a raspberry into the wind and tossed the newspaper over his shoulder like an annoyed child. Alright, I really gotta show up for this one. This is the only place left hiring in this hick town. He was so eager to come to the place and grab the job that he ran straight there from working out. The thought hadn't even occurred to him to change into something more formal for a job interview until it was too late. He looked down at his long-sleeve compression shirt for training, a pair of absurdly short gray sweat shorts, and some vans with long socks. Carlos discreetly sniffed his pits, and the sharp, musky scent stung his nostrils.

Carlos considered turning around and going home and changing, but this was his last chance, and he didn't want to lose it. He saw the "Help Wanted" sign hanging in the window. Who knows if he turned around and came back if it would still be there? In a small town like this, the few summer jobs get snatched up almost immediately, leaving the remaining teens to be bored and penniless all summer long.

Of course, it's not like he WANTED to work in a bakery. He peered inside the glass doors. The insides looked pretty nice, he guessed. It was mostly white, pastel colors. Nothing too girly or whatever. White tables with chairs stacked on top. The glass display case near the front was mostly empty, but had a couple of decadent-looking cakes. The place seemed like a completely normal bakery, except for the one thing...

What kind of name is 'Donkey Cakes', anyways? Carlos looked up at the sign over the front doors. The sign was pink, with a caricature-like picture of a donkey exaggeratedly licking his lips over a strangely round-looking cupcake. Why a donkey? Do donkeys really like cupcakes or something? Carlos wasn't the brightest bulb, but even he was a bit confused. Well, more than he normally was. Carlos shrugged off his confusion, and brought his fist up to the glass door.

Stanley was in the back, getting everything ready for the big grand opening. The only problem was, he didn't have any staff yet. True, several people did apply, but he wasn't interested in working with any giggling teenage girls or bored, nosy housewives. Although it was a long shot, Stanley wished he could have had some eye candy to make his days go by easier. If only a hunky, big-booty jock could show up at his door... When he peeked out to see who was knocking, he had to wonder if someone out there truly was answering his prayers.

Okay Stanley, play it cool. He wasn't the hot stud he used to be in his prime. Now pushing 40, the stress from running his own business and simply the love of his own pastries didn't do much for his physique. He hadn't had time to shave or take care of himself in the rush to open the new bakery, so he was a bit scruffy. Still, Stanley found himself sucking in his gut somewhat as he opened the front door.

"Sorry, we're not open yet-" HOLY SHIT.

Stanley's jaw dropped and the air was knocked out due to the sight in front of him. Carlos had his back turned to the door, with his face buried in his phone. He didn't even notice that Stanley was there at first, giving the older man ample time to take in the young teen jock specimen that stood before him. The kid looked latino, with dark, curly hair cropped short, and a stocky, broad build. The kid's ass was like a work of art, two huge, round globes, with cheeks nearly the size of a soccer ball, the grey sweat shorts riding up a bit and clinging deep into the cleft of his ass. Carlos finally sensed the eyes lingering on his body, and turned around to face man, giving him an opportunity to take in the teen's frontside. The tight compression shirt he was wearing seemed to lift and separate his ample pecs, which made them look like two enormous muscletits that jutted out significantly from his toned torso. Stanley couldn't help but think those were the kind of tits that made flat chested girls jealous.

"Uh... no sir. No offense but I can't eat sweets until the end of the football season anyway. Who do I gotta talk to if I'm tryna work here?" Carlos spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence. Stanley realized he had been staring a little bit too long, and wondered if the kid had picked up on his semi-hard chubby and the lust-filled gaze. He seemed to look confused, rather than creeped out, so Stanley figured he was still in the clear. The kid must have either zero preservation instinct or ridiculously ignorant self-confidence.

Stanley brought himself back to reality, swallowed his drooling tongue, and tried to will his stiffening cock down to regain his composure. "That'd be me. I'm Stanley, the owner and head baker. You're just in luck, I'm still looking for an assistant. Please, come in." Stanley held the door open and gestured the jock to step inside. He took another moment to admire the shifting, bouncing cheeks of the toned ass with each step. Damn, I can't believe how much it jiggles when he's just walking. Stanley knew one thing was true: He was going to do everything in his power to get his face between those cheeks.

"So, what's your name, kid? Why do you wanna work here?"

Fuck yeah, the spot was still available! Despite his excitement, Carlos's face remained stoic and disinterested. He walked past Stanley with a spring in his step... hardly aware of how the tight grey shorts rode up the crack of his ass and the heavy bouncing of his cheeks with every step looked so obscene. The inside of the bakery was cool, and Carlos stretched in the chilly air, his back muscles hugged tight by the thin fabric of his shirt. It felt great on his skin after a sweaty workout, though he was unaware his nipples were also reacting to the sudden change in temperature, poking right through the paper-thin material. Carlos turned around and almost stumbled as he reached out to give Stanley a firm handshake, making his tits, ass and thighs actually jiggle with the abrupt jerk. "I'm Carlos, sir. I'm in high school and honestly... I really want a summer job. I need some regular cash to buy cigs and stuff like that. My bike needs a new chain too.

Stanley chuckled to himself at the kid's candor. The kid was lucky he was so hot; if Stanley were not such a patient and... accommodating man, he would have failed the job interview right off the bat. Stanley gripped the kid's hand and gave it an extra-rough shake, just enough to make those tits bounce again. Stanley couldn't help but scan his eyes over the kid's muscles again, particularly making note of the pointed nubs poking out from his short. He was already devouring this kid with his eyes, and yet the jock stud seemed to remain completely oblivious, confirming his suspicious that the kid was likely dumb as rocks. "Tell me, Carlos, do you have any experience baking or serving customers?

Carlos stood, obviously clueless and off-guard with the question, like a deer in headlights. He slowly put his hands behind his back and averted Stanley's gaze. "Uh, yeah for sure." He lied, "I'm kinda rusty with the baking but like... I can serve whatever." Can't be too fucking hard, he thought to himself. Despite being 18, Carlos had never had a part-time job before. He was always too busy with sports.

The teen's bluff was obvious, but everything was still going according to plan. "Great, let me tell you a little bit about my shop here. I'd like to see if you're a good fit. At Donkey Cakes, the most important rule is service. I want each and every customer to leave these doors completely and fully satisfied. Whether they are looking for one of our dense and decadent dark chocolate cakes, our bouncy, jiggly cheesecakes, or one of our creamy, rich puff pastries. Every customer should always be given exactly what they want, what they need." Stanley spoke those words like they were the nastiest, most pornographic sentences in the English language, every syllable positively dripping with innuendo and lust. He wondered just how far he could push this, how dense this kid could possibly be, or if he was just playing along. "How does that sound to you Carlos? Do you think you can perform to that level of... service?"

Carlos's eyes glazed back a bit during the whole speech. His eyes had wandered and he was trying to take discreet peaks of his phone in his pocket. This was obviously one of those bullshit rara talks about a business's motto or whatever the fuck and Carlos was already tuned out as soon as the guy started in about cakes or service or whatever. Fuck it, he would just say he could do whatever the guy asked and he'd get the job, how hard could it be?

Carlos's phone buzzed with a text. "Uh, just a sec..." he muttered, reaching in his pocket to pull out his phone. His biceps strained against the sleeves of his shirt, and his shorts were so tight that he had to really dig into his pocket to pull out the phone. He wiggled his hips a little to help him jostle it out, which only caused his shorts to ride up and pinch his crotch. Even from the front, it was impossible for Stanley to ignore the kid's enormous tree-trunk thighs and the boy's cheeks jerking side to side as the teen hunk adjusted himself. After answering his text, he finally put his phone away and realized the older man was waiting for his reply. "Uh, I don't think it'll be too hard, you can count on me, boss-man."

God, this kid is killing me! He has a worse attention span than a goldfish. Still, Stanley wasn't going to waste this opportunity. "Well, Carlos, I think you certainly could be a huge help around here. There's a couple of things I want to check before you're officially hired. Please wait here a minute."

Stanley went into the back room, scrounging for the boxes where he kept the employee uniforms that he had ordered. His hands lingered over the one labeled 'Men's Large', knowing it was the likeliest fit for the muscle-bound teenager. But, he had an even better idea... Stanley picked up the 'Women's Small' uniform, quickly cut off the tag, and brought it out. The scruffy man could only imagine how the normally tight v-neck tank top and pink cotton shorts would look on the teen...

When Stanley came back, he was shocked to see that Carlos was once again absorbed in his phone. Stanley cleared his throat to get the teen's attention. "Carlos, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to see how you look in the uniform. As you know, branding is very important, so I have to make sure employees represent the right image for Donkey Cakes." Stanley handed the obviously too-small scraps of fabric over. "Er... please don't mind but I didn't expect someone of your... physique to apply. This is the only size I ordered. I'm sure it will still fit, the material is meant to be very stretchy."

The teen grabbed the uniform without really looking and held it up, giving it a quick look over. Damn, it was small. He was used to wearing pretty tight stuff, though, so it didn't bother him too much. He looked around for a place to change.

"Oh well, the bathroom isn't done yet, so if you don't mind, you can just change right here." Carlos shrugged. The suggestion of changing right there made no difference to Carlos. They were both guys, and he was definitely used to changing in front of other guys in the locker room, so it was no big deal.

But, as he held the uniform up, he cocked a brow and turned his head to the side a little. "Hope you didn't pay much for this, it's pretty goofy looking." He flashed a boyish grin at the older man. He set the uniform down on the counter, and didn't hesitate to literally peel off his shirt. The stretchy material seemed to cling to his body, especially due to the sweat. Sometimes, he even needed help from one of his bros on taking it off after a workout, but he managed it by himself this time. Stanley's eyes traced over the kid's torso, appreciating his mound-like pecs, his hairy and sturdy mid-section. The kid wasn't super cut, he had more of a beefy build, but he was made of pure power.

Carlos then turned his back towards the older man. No need to flash my dick, he thought. He undid the strong on his shorts, then slowly bent over to carefully slide them over his thick thighs and pull them off. The thick teen had accidentally ripped many pairs of shorts before, so he was being extra careful. As he stepped out of the shorts, the only thing left was his sweat-stained jock. Stanley could clearly see the tight straps digging into and dimpling the soft and bouncy asscheeks. Carlos made sure to keep one hand over his pouch, but clearly forgetting to cover his ass, as if the thought that anyone would stare at his bare jock-framed ass had never even occurred to him.

His massive cheeks were bare and in plain view, rippling and bouncing slightly as he reached back over to grab the uniform. The thin white cotton shirt had the "Donkey Cakes" logo on the front. Carlos struggled to fit it over his head and pull it down his body. It was somehow even tighter than his compression shirt. Carlos tried to be careful as he swore he heard the threads tearing once he fit it over his hefty pecs. He somehow was able to get it onto his body, but the fit was... odd. It fit almost like a football crop top, not a feeling he was unaccustomed to. The v-neck was over-stretched wide, with the kid's enormous pec-meat almost popping out of the opening, the white fabric so thin that it was practically see-through. Stanley could see Carlos's perky brown nipples clearly through the material. The shirt ended near the top of Carlos's abs, just barely covering his pecs and hanging several inches in front of his torso. His entire flat yet beefy stomach, including his treasure trail leading to a bushy set of pubes, was fully on display.

As he bent over again to step into the shorts, Stanley had to stifle a gasp. He was at just the right angle to see the kid's ass cheeks part at the perfect angle, exposing one of the tiniest, tightest virgin holes he had ever seen in his life. It was slightly hairy, and tanned like the rest of his body. Carlos tried to pull the shorts up his legs, but they got caught on his thick thighs. He almost fell over trying to slip them up his legs. Not to be discouraged, Carlos persisted, even as the threads holding the shorts together audibly stretched and loosened. Finally, he triumphed in getting them over his thighs, and they hung on his legs right below the ass. He wasn't sure how he was going to do this... There was simply so much of it. His ass was formidably huge and almost disproportionate, even to his tree trunk legs. He used one hand to grasp the back of the shorts and pull them out and up as hard as he could, while his other hand pressed down on his ass, squashing it down so it could fit into the small gap in the shorts. Finally with a SNAP he released the shorts, which were clearly barely able to contain his jiggling assflesh. The top of his ass hung defiantly over the waistband, creating a muffin-top like shape, while the bottom half of his cheeks jiggled, completely exposed. The shorts appeared to be the size of briefs on the poor teen, digging into his flesh. The bottom of his ass, supported by his jockstrap, was fully visible. Carlos groaned and shifted his legs. He was used to wearing tight shorts, but these were kinda uncomfortable. Still, he wanted this job, and apparently wearing the uniform was super important. Carlos tried to tuck his ass more into the shorts. He was quite proud of himself for finally managing to do it, as if that was all he needed to do to pass the test and get the job.

Stanley couldn't believe the sight in front of him. With how tiny and stretched the material was, it seemed to enhance all the bouncing and jiggling of his pecs and ass. Stanley figured with the amount of bounce the kid had on his meaty behind, it wasn't going to be long until one wrong ass-quake made the entire pair of shorts rip into shreds. The older man just couldn't believe that the teen was so willing and eager to put on a uniform that was clearly way too small on him. He must have some self awareness, that he was basically showing off his body lewdly on a silver platter? The kid must have been eating out of Stanley's hands, and before long Stanley himself would be eating the teen jock's... somewhere else.

"Well, I think you look great Carlos, you definitely fit the Donkey Cakes image. What do you think?"

Carlos lifted his arms to test the stretch of the new uniform and looked over his shoulders at the back of the shorts. He wasn't too weirded out by how small it was, it was just a little uncomfortable. Carlos reached back and tried to dislodge the tight shorts from his ass crack and then adjusted the straps of his athletic supporter. He shrugged. Sure, the uniform was kinda goofy, but he figured most uniforms were dumb. Besides, this beat spinning a cardboard sign or dressing up as some stupid mascot. Carlos was the school's fullback and probably had the meatiest ass and thighs of any football player in their division. He was pretty used to things fitting tight. "Yuh, it's kinda silly. But I ain't uncomfortable, like I can work in this y'know? You're the bossman. You sure you don't got any larger sizes though?"

"I'm sorry to say that I don't. I can look into seeing if I can order anything for you, though." Stanley said, with no intention to actually follow through. Stanley practically eye-fucked the teen stud, paying special attention to his enormous ass and noting the jock straps holding up his rear. That meant that the only thing separating the jock stud's tiny hole buried between his meaty cheeks was the thin pink fabric of the straining shorts. Now that he successfully got the jock stud INTO these incredibly obscene clothes, a plan started to form in his head to get teen OUT of those shorts. He needed to get this stud alone, away from the windows, where nobody could see...

"Well Carlos, one of your primary duties here will be washing the dishes. I would like to observe your... technique. To make sure you know how to do it properly. Please follow me." Stanley led Carlos into the kitchen, over to the large basin sink filled with crusty pans, baking sheets, and cake molds from this morning's bakes.

"Dishes?" Carlos groaned audibly. He wasn't expecting to be a fucking a dish boy. But, he really needed this job, so he decided to obey and beat the fuck out of a few pots and pans. The old guy must have been really anal about his dishes though. He was standing way too close, Carlos could feel his body heat radiating and Carlos could feel the older man bump into his jiggling assflesh. Carlos was used to that, it was hard to maneuver with an ass that size and it tended to get in people's way. Carlos reached in and started to lather up the soap and scrub away at the dishes.

Stanley leaned in closer, his hot breath on Carlos's neck, mouth inches away from the teen's ear. "Don't be afraid to really dig in deep. Those pans need lots of hard, deep cleaning. Use plenty of elbow grease." With Stanley's encouragement, Carlos started to scrub even harder. Stanley couldn't believe how much the teen's tits and ass jiggled as he toiled away at the dishes.

Stanley couldn't resist much longer. He needed to make his move. He casually rested one of his hands on Carlos's lower back, right above his ass, as if trying to steady and support the teen. The action barely registered on the teen's face, which just emboldened Stanley further. He dropped his hand lower, and lower... until he was fully cupping the massive meaty jock ass, grasping it and feeling his fingers sink into the soft, jiggly flesh.

"Woah, uh, careful with the merchandise." Carlos joked. He was used to getting his ass slapped by his teammates. They liked to make fun of how big it was and how easily it jiggled, so he didn't think twice about Stanley also wanting to cop a feel. But something about the way that Stanley palmed and pawed at his butt made Carlos feel a bit uneasy. "So, is this really gonna be the whole job? It's kind of a lot work not gonna lie... not to sound like a brat but don't you got anything easier?"