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.
