Super Jock Shorts - "Mason the Intern"
Mason was getting close to cumming, it didn't take much to get him to blow his load all over himself lately, he just seemed to be always ready to fuck, his nipples and ass were particularly hardwired to his cock and hole. As he got close, his hole was fluttering and twitching like crazy, he hopped onto one of the copy machines, not realizing that it was on and sending scans of his spread ass to everyone in the building. A picture perfect copy of his naturally hairless puckered jockpussy winking. He popped right as the door burst open with his dad and a bunch of other people behind him, smirking and chuckling at the sight of the cum-covered Mason, his brand-new suit bought by his dad covered in musky thick cum. Mason was embarrassed, becoming even more so when his dad decided to make example of him in front of everyone else on that floor. Bending him over his legs and spanking him for everyone to see, yelling at him to scream out over and over why he was being punished with each powerful smack against his tanned plump ass cheeks. "BECAUSE I WAS BEING A HORNY NAUGHTY BOY AND TARNISHING THE FAMILY IMAGE!!" Mason screamed for the 20th time before cumming again all over his daddy's pants. Then he was unceremonically pushed to the ground as his daddy sneered with disgust. Mason was too busy trying to soothe his burning aching butt to notice the wet tent in his daddy's pants. Thankfully, Mason wouldn't have to deal with a sore bottom for the rest of the day as one of his daddy's co-workers came to his rescue with a tube of ointment in hand. As the older man squeezed a healthy glob onto his thick fingers, he rubbed it onto Mason's tomato red globes, doing large circular motions to make sure that the healing properties of the special ointment was soaked into the baby soft skin. Of course, his circles moved closer and closer to the deep valley of the jock's ass crack, eventually going from a seemingly innocent butt rub to hot dogging his fingers in between those elephantine mounds of meat. Mason let out a moan when the man 'accidentally' slipped a finger or two into his tight pussy, even giving it a few playful, but audible smacks! "Sorry kiddo, this lotion is pretty slippery. Let me try and get it out--oops! I guess I just slipped in another. Well I guess I better keep going, I don't have long here with this and besides you're probably used to a few fingers in this tight behind of yours anyways, huh? Strong beefy jock boy like yourself." The executive commented off-handedly. Mason couldn't say anything, just keeping quiet as best he could with moans coming out. The hairy DILF was fingering quicker now and Mason couldn't help himself, thrusting back onto those long, thick digits thrusting in and out of his ass with gusto. Mason assumed that he knew that Mason would blow any second now, since he was pushed to his feet in an instant with his back pressed up against the executive's chest. The man wrapped his free hand around Mason's painfully throbbing cock, only having to give it a couple short quick strokes before he was orgasming for the third time that day. It was a powerful orgasm even if it was his third, spewing watery white ropes of boy spunk into the air. Several sprayed across his chiseled stomach, bulging pecs, and butt chin, but a couple hit the executive right in his bearded face--tongue out to catch the slutty jock's sweet spunk. Mason was breathing heavily trying to come back down, but his face was pulled downwards and forcibly shared a nasty, sticky, cum-swapping kiss with the hairy daddy. He could feel the older man's tongue force its way into his mouth, shoveling Mason's own cum back to him. It was hot as fuck, but Mason hurried to get the kiss over and done with. The kiss only lasted for a brief moment more, sending Mason off with another smack to his lotion-covered butt. Mason ran off in a mad dash, forgetting his discarded pants (and thong, but the pervy executive stored those away in his pocket for later) and had to spend the rest of the day in his suit coat and dress shirt. He had to try not to bend over too much, but forgot and unintentionally flashed many bored workers on whatever floor he was sent to. Mason could sense the leering eyes on his behind eventually and had to work around the persistent pre-cumming boner and itchy jockpussy, not helped by the not-so-subtle 'accidental' gropes and brushes from others. He almost came for a fourth time when a group of the workers encircled him and gave his cock a lick or stroke or two, as he kept turning around and around. His dad didn't help him only got angrier and punished him so more in the elevator, in the car, at the front of the house, and on the couch in the living room. Even when the day ended and the next began, Mason figured that his dad wouldn't let him come back for another, but there he was in the passenger seat with his dad driving to work--he seemed even grumpier than usual. Hope he doesn't take that anger out on my ass again, I don't know if I enough clean pairs of underwear in my closet. Mason thought, squirming in the seat.
Super hot!
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