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.
