Donkey Cakes Ch. 01

Stanley raised an eyebrow. Easier? Was the kid being dense, or was he playing along? Stanley had already crossed many lines, and any normal person would have run screaming about the dirty old pervert baker. Could it be that behind Carlos's innocent and oblivious facade, he was, in fact, offering himself? Was he even aware of how obscene he looked, was he perhaps even using his luscious body to manipulate a lonely older man into giving him money? The kid did say he was desperate for a job, and willing to do anything. Fuck it, he had to stop playing coy. It was worth the risk.

Stanley leaned in closer to Carlos. Being around this jock stud in such a skimpy outfit, feeling up his perfect ass, had made all the blood rush straight to his dick. The sizable piece of daddy meat was rock hard, bulging out of his khakis, with a small precum stain spreading. His unmistakable erection poked and prodded the bubbly asscheeks. "Easier? You want an 'easier' way to earn your keep?" Stanley met Carlos's eyes and then beckoned his gaze downward. Carlos followed to check at what was now poking him, and the realization slowly dawned on his face.

"What the fuck?" The teen swore under his breath. Carlos's eyes went wide when he felt something... big and hard pressing into his asscheek. He slowed down his scrubbing as his brain finally put together the pieces, then suddenly stopped. "Uhm I... uh..." He had no clue what to say.

"You know, Carlos, I deal in the business of CAKE." Stanley dug his fingers even harder into Carlos's ass, causing the teen to wince in surprise. "I have to assure that every single of one of our cakes meets the highest quality standards." He was groping it openly and unmistakably. "And to do that, I have to thoroughly sample each and every one of them, taste them fully and completely. Including yours." The last two words Stanley spoke in a whispered growl directly into Carlos's ear. His fingertips prodded at the waist band of the shorts, trying to breach them to get his hand directly on the jock's ass, kneading it like how he kneads bread dough. "Do you understand what I mean, Carlos?"

FUCK. Carlos needed this job. There was nowhere else to work and he wasn't going to give up so easily. He inhaled sharply as the older man palmed as much of Carlos's cheek as he possibly could. He had never experienced someone directing this kind of attention towards him before. I mean, he'd seen porn but this was... Carlos looked back up at Stanley, eyes like saucers, in genuine confusion. "Uh... I don't know how to sample cakes sir...?" Carlos mustered. He knew, though, that if he wanted this job he needed to play along. And feeling the man's fingertips prod his waistband told him exactly what he needed to do. His hands, still wet and soapy, reach back at the short waistband. He struggled a bit to grasp it and pull it down, getting his left cheek out at first, covering it in suds. Soon, the right cheek popped out with a bounce. His ass took up so much space, Carlos bent forward slightly and stuck his hips out backwards. "Can you show me what you're saying?"

Jackpot. "I'll show you exactly how I'll sample your cakes, Carlos. You just hold on tight." Stanley growled. He grabbed Carlos's waist and pulled it back, then pressed down on the teen's lower back to make him bend over more. The hungry daddy kicked the teen's vans to make him widen his stance. The soon-to-be-slut was already getting into position nicely. Stanley knelt down, his face inches away from the bubbly cheeks. He grabbed the shorts, strung taught on Carlos's thighs, and violently pulled it to the teen's ankles.

Carlos barely had time to react before Stanley wrapped his arms around the teen's beefy legs, spread the ass as wide as he could, then BURIED his face deep inside the meaty asscheeks. His tongue roughly dove in between, licking as hard as it could, trying to dig deeper into the crevice in search of its goal: that tight, teen virgin jock hole. Carlos's cheeks were so big that they swallowed up Stanley's entire face as it was shoved deeper between them. Stanley licked and sucked, slobbered as hard as he could. Normally when he ate ass, he wanted to take it slow, savor the delicacy, but all the teasing had Stanley absolutely ravenous for this jock's cunt, and he needed to get his tongue into it as soon as possible.

He just COULDN'T though. It was too much goddamn ass!! His hands gripped both cheeks and he pulled them apart HARD, causing Carlos to let out a little yelp. He STILL struggled to reach the tiny pinprick between his phat cheeks. "Carlos, I can't get deep enough. I need to taste ALL of you." Stanley's throat was choking with lust as he spoke. "Help me find it."

Carlos took a deep breath. This was strange. The man was acting horny as hell and he was... licking Carlos's ass. What the hell was happening? He held on tight and steadied himself as Stanley dove in. Carlos peered over his shoulder and he couldn't even see the old man's face anymore it was buried so deep. His cheeks bounced aggressively, and he was a little worried they might smother Stanley. An image from a nature show that Carlos had once saw popped into his mind, of a mother lioness cleaning her cubs with her tongue. The scenes were strikingly similar, is that what Stanley was doing? Honestly, he was confused and weirded out, but if this was how he was gonna get paid, why question it?

"My, uh, my center, sir?" Carlos thought for a few seconds. Finally, the dumb jock caught on. OH. "You mean... like this?" He widened his stance more and lifted one strong, beefy thigh, setting his knee on the counter while his other muscular leg stood firm. He balanced easily from years of football practice despite his size. Carlos reached back with one hand, gripping at his own ass meat and pulled his round cheek up. Between the two cheeks and surrounded in a light patch of hair was a tiny, little hole. Smaller and tighter than any pussy and never before touched by anyone.

As soon as Stanley saw that pussy, he lost it. Acting in total animalistic instinct, he attacked it with his tongue like a beast devouring a prey. It was funny that Carlos had thought of a lioness, for that was exactly how Stanley was behaving. Except he wasn't cleaning his cub, but more like a lion tearing into the flesh of a gazelle. Carlos's entire body jerked forward with the sudden pressure when Stanley's tongue met his virgin hole. Stanley's tongue stabbed at the tight opening. It was too damn tight, as expected so Stanley knew he was going to have to use his tongue to get ready. He roughly licked around the hole, sucking and nibbling at the assflesh around the tight ring, licking as hard and deep as he could to get it absolutely covered in spit and slobber.

Stanley was going to have to use every trick in his playbook to tongue this ass. He was an experienced rimmer, known to bring many men to the absolute heights of ecstasy with just his tongue in his youthful days. He flattened, his long, broad tongue and french kissed that pinprick teen jock hole, lips smacking and tongue slapping against it. Carlos's hole was so small and tight. It stayed completely shut at the intrusion and at first it just tickled. Carlos soon went from mild confusion, to sudden panic, to...

"DUDE... what are you... HOLY SHIT!!" Carlos gasped out. He had never felt this way before. Stanley exploring the untapped region between his fat cheeks was sending spikes of pleasure directly to his brain. His hole gave way and opened to the older man's tongue, and suddenly Carlos was in bliss. He felt a pressure in groin, as he realized his cock was now rock hard, straining against the sweaty jockstrap pouch. FUCK, why is my cock THROBBING?? With every movement of Stanley's tongue, Carlos could feel his little hole clenching and unclenching against his will, trying to let the old man in.

"Holy... holy FUCK!" Carlos couldn't find words as he stood there, moaning softly at first, then devolving into a moaning mess, sounding like the bitched he watches get fucked in porn. It felt amazing as he felt his sensitive teen cockhead throb and rub against the jockstrap pouch, staining it with precum.

"Please...holy fuck you need to stop..." he pleaded with the old man, be he wanted it to keep going. He still didn't know what was happening. But it felt so amazing that Carlos lost himself. With Stanley's tongue in him he lowered his knee off the counter and bent over fully. With the old man's face vulnerable between his cheeks, Carlos started to bounce and clap them around his face.

It started subtle at first. Gyrating his hips and jiggling them as the tongue was speared deeper into his insides. "Fuck what are you doing. Don't do that...fuck, don't." He didn't know if he was supposed to be enjoying this, but he was. "Really sir you need to stop-DONT." He yelled as his body twitched in ecstasy. "Don't, stop it, don't. Don't. Stop. Don't...stop. Don't, stop...don't stop...DONT STOP." Before he knew it his protests turned into begs as he was fully twerking his massive jock teen ass on Stanley's face.

That was all Stanley needed to hear. This reaction was better than he could have ever imagined. He knew his tongue was special, but now he knew it had the power to turn a studly straight teen jock into a moaning, twerking, begging SLUT. It was time for him to really go for it.

He flattened and broadened his tongue, getting it as thick and long as he could. He worked the tip into Carlos's hole, twisting and flicking it as the tight ring gave way and he finally breached it. His tongue started to enter Carlos's pink insides, licking the walls of his pussy canal. All the while, he worked his lips, smacking them against the ring, using his lips to separate the hole and

keep it open so he could get his tongue in deeper. Finally, he was as deep as he finally could. Several inches of his tongue were buried inside that impossibly tight jock cock, as the kid threw his hips back at the deep penetration.

Finally, Stanley started to tongue-fuck. Stanley moved his face in and out, with all his might, meeting the kid's ass bouncing thrusts. He would pull his tongue out, leaving the tiny pinprick open and gaping, then SLAM his entire face back into that booty, burying his extra long tongue into the boy's crevasse all in one go. There was no doubting it: the kid was getting absolutely RAILED, fucked as hard as the big-titted bimbos he got off to in pornos.

As Stanley used his tongue to pound into the teen's juicy ass, the teen's twerking was turning into bouncing, as he started to push his ass back every time Stanley started to withdraw his tongue, as if he couldn't bear to have his hole devoid of the wet, slick, and surprisingly nimble muscle. Every time Stanley thrust his tongue back into Carlos's cunt, he did it with such force that the teen stud was pushed forward, so they built up a rhythm of Stanley pulling back, Carlos pushing his ass out, Stanley SLAMMING his tongue back in, and Carlos's asses getting pushed forward towards the sink.

The teen was completely rock hard, his jock pouch stained and saturated with his pre-cum. He was losing his mind. Not only was he on the edge of an ecstasy he had never felt before, he felt the cum churning in his balls. Fuck why was he SO TURNED ON!?

Stanley could feel Carlos's formerly virginal hole clenching down on his tongue. Damn, the kid was close!! This wasn't the first time he got a guy off hands-free with his tongue; it was only on rare occasions, and only on the hungriest sluts: the ones most eager to get their holes munched on. Clearly, Carlos was a natural born rimslut.

"Oh... OH FUCK!! FUCK FUCK!!" Carlos's moans and babbles were getting louder and more and more incoherent. He was losing his mind as the tongue worked it's way against his hole. The wet muscle pressed and pushed against his cunts walls, and Stanley started to flick his tongue downwards with surprising strength, right up against a bump or nub in his ass.

"HOLY SHIIIIIIIITTT" Carlos roared, that action sending electric shocks to his brain and directly to his dick. What the hell WAS that?? It felt better than anything else in his entire life. Carlos tried to bury the thought, but deep inside, he knew what was happening. He wasn't just getting his ass licked. He was full on, no holds barred, getting tongue fucked out of his mind.

A horrible realization came to him: he was gonna cum. He was gonna cum like a fucking bitch. "FUCK STOP PLEASE, DON'T DO IT I CAN'T-!!!" Carlos didn't even get to finish the sentence.

Stanley felt the teen's hole clench down like a vice grip, not even allowing him to remove it. It then started to twitch rapidly, in and out, winking fast. The teen's big beefy body shuddered, his legs shivered, and his hips thrust back. From his rock hard cock rocketed volley after volley of prime teen jock sperm. Soaking and saturating his jock pouch, overfilling it, causing it to spill out and drip onto the floor. He shot load after load of cum, the most intense orgasm of his life, like it just wouldn't end.Carlos felt like his world was turned totally upside down, he was seeing flashes of white as his eyes rolled back into his head.

As he continued to empty his balls with a tongue up his ass, his jock pouch now heavy with all the cum inside it, each load gradually got less intense in size. Finally coming down from his orgasm, Carlos's heaving pecs bounced as he tried to catch his breath. What the fuck just happened?

Even now after the orgasm had subsided, having a face buried between his cheeks was a new, amazing discovery. This felt better than the time he learned how to jack off. This was how Carlos wanted to get off from now on! Carlos was bent over with his upper body partially resting on the counter and his head down buried in his arms while he stood there drooling and dripping cum. He jiggled his ass a little like a defeated beast. Then turned around to look at Stanley. You could barely see the man's face behind his muscular arms. "So do I get the job?"

Stanley grinned. "Kid, as long as you let me do this to you whenever I want, I think we can work together nicely." The teen looked like a well-fucked slut. His brow was sweaty, his chest heaving, his jockstrap completely stained, and his shorts were around his ankles. If anyone saw him like this, they would assume the stud was a bottom bitch who just got the fucking of his life. And they wouldn't be too far off, either.

Carlos didn't even bother to try and pull the shorts back up. He stepped out of them and slowly stood up, his jock still tightly wrapped around his ass stopping it from jiggling as much as usual. Drool rolled down his beefy thighs as he turned to face his new boss wearing nothing by the crop top and his jock. He looked a mess but he tried to pull himself together.

Stanley was entranced by the sight. Then, a thought came to him. Could an already amazing day somehow get even better? "There is one more thing. I actually need a couple more employees for the shop. Got any friends who might also be interested in our... arrangement?"