Donkey Cakes Ch. 02

"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!"