Apparently Jon had a car now. One of the many bizarre, seemingly unprompted changes of the day. He wasn’t going to question it.
The drive didn’t take that long. But it felt like forever. Jon was intimately aware of every change. Everytime his foot moved between gas and break, and every time he had to clutch with his left. He felt his fatter thighs rubbing against each other. Felt them rubbing on his cock.
Everytime he took a turn, his hands moving over hands, the sweater and the shirt would ride up. Not even close to exposing anything but the movement would cause it to rub against his breasts. Every bump would send them bouncing.
And then his mind kept drifting off to how it felt to be underneath Karyn and have her breasts press into his. It was a miracle that Karyn and Zoe didn’t notice how pent up he was by the time. Well he hoped not.
He quickly sprinted into the building hopping they bought his excuse of really needing to use the bathroom. Moans concealed by his heavy breathing as every step sending waves of sensation through his body. As he got closer to his goal and he grip on reality he started to hear the voices. 4 of them. He wasn’t sure how he knew but they were giving him a headache.
One kept chastizing him. He shouldn’t be like this. He had things to do. He wasn’t sure what he had to do but it was okay. The voice was quickly drowned out for the others. One cried in need for her girlfriend. Another tugged at his every step. Right next to the bathroom was Mr. Richards. He hadn’t been caught in the scandal. She would guide him and in no time she would have his cock in his mouth.
The final voice just wanted her boyfriend or ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t really clear. But Jon could practically see his hard chiseled abs and the hardest part of all his perfect cock.
Jon pushed the voices back. He didn’t need their help; he would take care of it on his own. He slammed the men’s bathroom door open. Stumbling a little from his reduced inertia. He didn’t need her boyfriend. Even if Jacob was the hottest on the football team, he just needed to get into the stall and…
In front of him in the stall was Jacob Richards. He slowly sunk down to his knees. Mind blank, but that was okay, the voices would help.
It was heavenly when the cock slid into his mouth. For a moment he felt guilty. Was he cheating on his girlfriend? But he couldn’t remember her name. That was okay, the only thing that mattered was what was in his mouth. He briefly heard the man speaking.
He strained to remember who it was and he thought he could. This was his ex-boyfriend? It didn’t matter cock was cock.
