#cuminpants

[three-two-one-oops]

Stress

After months of unemployment, you’ve finally managed to score a job at a local gym. Sure, it was one of those female-only gyms, but the advert in the local paper welcomed all-comers. There was only one catch: Before you could start, you had to pass a stress test. You’re not worried, though… You’re a fit guy, you’ve done that sort of thing before. Should be a piece of cake.

You arrive at the address Judy from the gym gave you. It doesn’t look like any doctor’s office you’d ever been to… This is a residential address, in the nice part of town, but otherwise nondescript. Oh well, sometimes these private doctors worked from home, right? You make your way up the path and knock on the door.

“Come in!” a female voice responds. Probably the doctor’s receptionist, or maybe his wife. Hopefully the wait wouldn’t be too long.

You let yourself in and follow the voice to the back of the house. As you enter a small office space, you’re met by a woman in a nurses uniform.

“Hi, you must be here for the gym job. Judy sends me a lot of their potential employees.”

“Oh uh, yeah…” You lick your lips nervously. You’d been imagining some crotchety, white-haired, semi-retired male doctor. This was quite the shock. That’s probably the idea… you think to yourself, they want to keep their candidates off their toes, to get the measure of the man.

“Don’t worry!” She laughs, reading your expression, “I do this all the time. The gym just wants to make sure you’re up to the task at hand. You can imagine how embarrassing it’d be for them if they hired someone not fit for the environment, right?”

“Totally,” You agree.

“Great, I’ll start by listening to your heart.”

You sit down in the indicated chair, and breathe in sharply as she places the cold stethoscope against your chest. She moves it from point to point, making small notes on her pad as she listens to your heartbeat and checks your pulse. You feel the first warm flush of arousal move through you at her touch… She’s a really cute nurse. You feel your cock start to harden in your shorts.

“Huh…” She scribbles down another number, “Your heart sounds good. Nice, strong beat. Healthy. But why shouldn’t it? We’re just sitting here, in this comfortable room…”

“Do you want me to move around a bit?” You offer. You know the drill. Do a few jumping jacks, jog in place for sixty seconds, cough… It’s all pretty routine.

“No, no need for that…” She replies, “I’m sure everything would check out. Truth be told, it’s not your heart the gym is worried about overstressing.”

“Oh?” You shift uncomfortably in your seat, your hard cock aching slightly. You feel a slight stickiness at the front of your shorts where a little drop of precum has moistened your boxer shorts.

“It’s okay, relax. Let me measure your reaction to this…”

Your cock surges in your pants as the nurse slowly unzips her uniform, revealing a deep, luscious cleavage. You try not to stare, but there’s nowhere else you can look without making it obvious what you’re avoiding. Instead you maintain a steady eye contact, her breasts filling your peripheral vision.

She replaces her stethoscope on your chest and listens again, “Your pulse has picked up a little bit, how are you feeling?”

“Uh, Y-yeah, fine…” You stammer.

“No strong reaction?”

“N-no…” You mutter as your throbbing cock makes a liar of you. You shift in your seat again, and suppress a moan as the movement gives your dick just the slightest taste of the friction it’s craving. You grit your teeth and stare pointedly at the far wall.

“Excuse me, sir,” She clicks her fingers, bringing your attention back to her, “You need to focus on the tests if you want a clean bill of health. How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” You say, trying and failing to keep your eyes off her tits.

“Mm-hmm...” She leans in, giving you an even better look down her top, “Are you hard right now?” She asks breathily.

“W-what? No!” You jerk your glance away, trying to ignore your twitching, throbbing, leaking cock. Your heat is really beating now. This isn’t what you were picturing at all. Embarrassment, confusion, and anxiety mix with your flushed state, pushing you to a heady new level of arousal. You ball your hands into fists and try to think of something else...

“Hm, that’s not a normal reaction to the test… One moment.” She makes another note, and as she’s distracted you steal another glance at her massive breasts. You can’t help yourself. Every time you glance at her boobs you’re rewarded with a pulse of pure ecstasy. You drag your eyes away as she turns her gaze back to you.

“Okay, I’m going to increase the stimulus and measure the result. Are you ready?”

Without waiting for a reply, her hand slips back down to her top.

She slowly pulls it aside, exposing her big, beautiful breasts fully. You don’t even try to hide your reaction. Even if you could try and play it cool, the dramatic tent in your gym shorts is making your state of excitement very clear. The nurse glances down at your crotch, which throbs at her attention. Your boxers are becoming very sticky.

“Aroused now?” She asks, a coy edge sneaking into her otherwise professional demeanor.

“Uh, yeah…” You see no point in lying.

“Good. This is the test.” She thrusts her chest out towards you, “You’ll be working at an all-female gym. The patrons will be doing a lot of flexing, and bending, and stretching, all in very tight outfits… It’s important that you can get through your shift without traumatising the customers by exploding in your pants. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” You swallow hard. When she said ‘exploding in your pants’ you almost did just that. Your rock hard cock is visibly twitching against the fabric of your shorts in time with your pulse. You feel your balls drawing up, cum backing up, the need for release is growing and growing… But you can’t do anything to relieve the pressure… It’s building, building, building…

“So all you need to do is stare at my breasts for ten seconds, and I’ll pass you. You’ll be able to start Monday. Think you can do that?”

“Uhhh….”

“Just look at my big, sexy titties. That’s all you have to do. Stare, and don’t cum. Here we go… Ten… Nine…”

You can already feel the hot cum creeping up your cock. She counts down slowly, dragging each number out so that they take several seconds each… Eiiiiiiiiight… Seeeeeeveeeen… She presses herself against the table, and you can’t even suppress your moan as the soft flesh of her breasts swell in your vision. Your eyes are absolutely locked to her boobs… You shudder as your orgasm starts to crest. You really need this job… Siiiiiiix… Fiiiiiiiive… You can’t cum, you can’t stop yourself from cumming… Your cock is a leaky, twitchy mess and you’re about to cum... Fooooooour... Threeeeeee... Oh no, here it comes, here it comes... Got to think of something…

In a stroke of panicked genius, you pretend to fall off your chair.

You hit the ground hard, allowing your head to dramatically bounce against the carpet. You lay there, feigning unconsciousness, giving yourself a chance to gather your composure, and hopefully, giving your cock a chance to settle down. You hear the scuffle of chair legs as the nurse stands up.

“Are you okay?” She asks. She sounds concerned, but not that concerned, as if she suspects the ruse. You keep your eyes closed and groan, “Ahh my head, I think I have a concussion. Can you get dressed and take me to the hospital?”

“Okay!” You hear the rustling of clothes, “Can you open your eyes?”

“Yes, I think so…” Your cock is still buzzing with pleasure, caught on the verge of an orgasm denied, still bulging and throbbing in your trunks, ready to go over the edge at the slightest provocation… But you should be able to ride it out now that she’s dressed.

You open your eyes.

“Ah shiiiiiii-..!” You convulse helplessly on the ground as your cock erupts in your pants, pumping wad after wad of hot cum into your shorts. You can’t even begin to hide what’s happening; you ejaculate uncontrollably as the nurse’s huge boobs fill your world. By the time your orgasm subsides, your pants are a cooling, sticky mess, cum seeping through the fabric of both layers and running down the front of them. You feel as though you might actually pass out.

The nurse shrugs her jacket back on as you haul yourself to your feet. She hands you a small note, “This is for you. I’ll be entering a copy of it into your permanent medical record, and forwarding those records to Judy as well.” And with that, she ushers you out of the house.

You stumble down the path back to you car, the front of your shorts splattered with cum. Once you get back to your car, you read the note: “UNSUITABLE - PREMATURE EJACULATOR.” Looks like the job search will continue...

[threetwooneoops]

You finally convinced Kristy to go out with you, mostly by impressing her with the suggestion that you owned a boat. I mean, sure, it’s just a little tinny, and technically it belongs to your uncle, but still, a boat’s a boat. The weather was unseasonably warm, but even so you were more than a little surprised when Kristy turned up in a skimpy red bikini.

“Ready to go?” She asked sweetly.

“Uh, yeah...” You replied, feeling ready to go in more ways than she realised. The sight of her massive, soft breasts barely contained by that little top sent the blood surging to your cock. It sprang to life in seconds, and only a quick turn to the boat kept Kristy from noticing the bulge in your trunks. You climbed aboard, and stretched out your hand to help her in. As her fingers brushed yours, you felt a little electric thrill run through you, setting your stomach fluttering and your cock twitching.

“I thought we’d just cruise up the river to this little dockside bar,” You say, just managing to avoid leering down her top. You search through your backpack for the pair of mirror-shades you know are in there somewhere, glancing up to try and make occasional eye-contact with her.

“Sounds good,” She smiled and looked around at the scenery, “You know, I’ve always really enjoyed boating, and...” She kept talking, but her words disappeared into the dull roar of blood in your ears. With the mirror-shades firmly on, you were availing yourself to a more detailed look at the boobs you had been dreaming about for months. Large, soft. perfectly formed... You were lost in the depths of her cleavage, aware only of the incredible sight of her enormous breasts, and the aching hardness of your cock straining against the fabric of your shorts.

“...So lets get going!” She flounced back onto her bench, her breasts bouncing and wobbling as she did so. You groan and fold over, doubled-in-two by the sudden surge of pleasure in your cock, afraid that you were going to go over the edge and explode in your pants right there. You manage to pull yourself back from a huge orgasm, feeling the precum leaking out of your cock as you slowly return to a sitting position, every fractional rub of the fabric of your trunks sending another tremor through you. Kristy has a concerned look on her face: “Are you okay?” She asks.

“Y-yeah...” You manage, “Just... A little seasick, I think...”

“Seasick!” She laughs, but only teasingly, “We haven’t even left the pier yet!”

“I know, it’s terrible. I just need to...” You reach into your backpack, and mime taking something, making a show of swallowing. “There, I’ll be okay now.”

“Good, I’d hate for our little outing to be over before it really began...” She smiled coyly at him, “Let’s get going.”

As you busied yourself preparing the boat to cast-off, you used the distraction to calm yourself down. It works... At least, it was working, until Kristy leaned back in her part of the boat and began applying suncream to her neck and chest. You feel your erection start to swell again. With a final kick you push the boat away, and start off down the river at a nice, gentle pace. The outboard is old, and your uncle has warned you time and again against pushing it. You exchange smalltalk for a while: siblings, sports, gossip from work. The whole time you struggle - and fail - to keep your eyes off Kristy’s breasts as they gently bounce and jiggle with the movements of the boat. After a while you lapse into an almost comfortable silence.

“Hey,” Kristy says after a few minutes, and you jump, snapped out of your breast-induced reverie; had she finally noticed... “How fast can this thing go?”

“Uh, pretty fast, I think...” You struggle to remember, shifting in your seat to try and relieve the pressure on your stiff cock. It was trapped up against the waistband, every movement running the head of your penis against the ribbed fabric of the swimwear, sending waves of ecstasy through your groin.

“Let’s take it up a notch. I want to feel the wind...” She grins at you and clicks her fingers, the motion causing her breasts to jiggle even harder. You swallow and nod, your cock in agony. As you increase the throttle and the boat speeds up, it starts to hit the small waves harder, with each hit your cock is forced harder against the fabric of your shorts, and Kristy’s breasts jump a little more in her small red bikini.

You push the throttle a little harder. Kristy has thrown her head back, letting the breeze wash through her scalp, her chest pushed out towards you. Your cock is pressed even harder, the rubbing has become semi-regular, and you feel it start to twitch even between the waves. Her glorious boobs are in a constant state of motion, bouncing in her top, jiggling seductively... Luckily this part of the river is clear, because you can’t take your eyes off them. 

The faster you go, the more her breasts leap in her bikini top, and the better your cock feels. You push the throttle harder. It feels so good. She’s so sexy. You push it harder, go faster, feeling better, her tits bouncing more and more and more...

Then it all happens at once. You hit an especially hard wave, and the force causes the boat to leap out of the water for a moment... The millisecond of freefall is enough to cause Kristy’s bikini to fall away, exposing her boobs to the wind. That second burns into your consciousness, every detail perfectly clear, bypassing your brain and going straight to your cock: The soft contours of her breasts, the pert pink nipples hardened by the cold wind and the excitement of the ride, everything looking so good, so fuckable...

Then the boat hits the water again, and your cock is forced into a few seconds of constant contact with your ribbed waistband. The pleasure crests and almost pushes you over the edge. You clench your thighs and try to hold it, and succeed for a second, for a second... Kristy claps her hands over her breasts, and tries to fondle them back into her top, her hands having trouble finding traction on the soft, supple skin made slick by water and suncream. You’re clenching everything, you can’t... you won’t...

“Shiiiiiiii-...”

You lose it. Cum shoots out of your cock and fills your trunks, soaking through them in seconds. The force of the orgasm both doubles you over and forces your legs out, and you can’t stop your hips from thrusting as you dry-hump your own shorts, your aching cock hungry for more sensation. Trying to delay it only heightened the sensation, and you’re cumming more than you can ever remember. You grab your dick through your shorts to try and stop it, only to see a creamy glob of your own semen push its way through the crotch of your trunks, immediately followed by another as your dick keeps pumping your pants full of cum. You glance at Kristy, her tits once again hidden in her top, hoping, somehow, that she hasn’t noticed... But her face is aghast.

Then the old outboard cuts out, stranding the two of you in the middle of the river. You turn and try to kick it over again, your face is burning, your cock rapidly shrinking in your sticky trunks, too ashamed to face Kristy, but the outboard has had it... It won’t turn over... Eventually, you turn to face her, humiliatingly aware of the massive stain on the front of your shorts. You’ll have to swim for shore. This date is definitely over...

“So...” She smiles, her tone caught somewhere between teasing and mocking, “Does everything you own give out prematurely, or..?”

[three-two-one-oops]

“Aww poor baby... I know it’s been weeks since we’ve been intimate but it’s just so much bother for so little payoff. For me, at least. Even when you were getting it daily you could barely last two minutes. I can only imagine what your stamina is like now that you’ve been deprived for so long. Hell, I bet you’re so desperate that you’ll cum in your shorts the second I give my big, bouncy titties a squeeze, won’t you? No? Are you sure? If you can go ten seconds without bursting in your pants while I grope myself, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. Ready? One... Two...”

*spurt* *spurt* *spurt*

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

[three-two-one-oops]

“What’s that, officer? I’m not allowed to ride my bike across the pedestrian bridge? I have to dismount and walk it across? That sounds awfully inconvenient, maybe I’ll just ride it across anyway... You wouldn’t mind, would you sir? You see, I’m trying to ride every day, to tone up my legs. And my ass, too... My ass is so round, and soft, and squishable... I can barely fit it into these cutoffs. So what do you think? About me riding my bike across!”

“Although I see you’re having some other thoughts, too... That well-pressed uniform really accentuates every line, cut, and bulge, doesn’t it? I suppose it’s all designed to enhance your authority, though right now I’m sure you’re wishing you had a little bagginess to hide yourself in. Wow, how much bigger is it going to get? What if I lean forwards a little, like this? Oh! Did I just see a twitch? A throb? You’re looking a little flushed there, officer... If you let me continue my ride, you can go and sit down. Maybe catch your breath.”

“No, I absolutely have to dismount? What if I don’t? You’ll have to ticket me! No I don’t think so... Maybe we can come to another arrangement? What if I lean forwards a little more? Oh wow, your poor cock is on the verge of bursting! I wonder what would happen if I rocked back-and-forwards in my seat? Like this... Are you sure you don’t want me to keep riding? Don’t you like watching me ride? Uh oh, what’s that stain? Precum? Are you about to lose it? Is watching my incredible ass pushing you over the edge? It’s too late, there’s no stopping it now, just watch my ass rock on this seat, imagining it’s your cock I’m riding on, and let it happen... Your cock is about explode and fill your pants with premature cream and there’s nothing you can do about it! You’re going to burst!”

“Ahaha! I can’t believe you actually came! That’s hilarious. It’s no good clutching at your crotch now, the damage is already done! I’m going to ride across now, good luck catching me to give me that ticket with your trousers full of spunk.”

[three-two-one-oops]

“Hurry up and snap the pictures, it’s freezing out here!” Olivia draped the faux-fur blanket over her shoulders and posed as Chuck fumbled with his camera. When his friend Olivia had mentioned that she wanted to start a career as a glamour model, Chuck had been nothing but supportive. And when she’d shyly asked him if he’d help her put her first portfolio together, he’d become very supportive. Olivia was a smoking hottie just dressed for a casual hang, he couldn’t wait to see her posing for him wearing almost nothing. But volunteering to be her photographer had seemed like a much better idea inside, near the fire.

Chuck finally got the focus right and began snapping. Even rugged up as he was, the biting cold had him shivering. But photographing Olivia in her skimpy little bikini was making a lie of any such thing as ‘shrinkage.’ From the moment she’d stepped out of the bathroom in her barely-there bathing suit he’d been rock hard, his cock twitching in time with every jiggle of her large, soft breasts, and throbbing even harder as he trailed after her out into the yard, helplessly mesmerised by her fantastic ass. Half the reason he’d struggled to get the camera set-up had been the immense distraction of her bare flesh, which he’d so often fantasised about. She changed poses, draping the fur so that just a tantalising glimpse of her ass was visible over the fabric. Chuck took another few shots, hoping his simple jeans were enough to hide his pulsing erection.

“Okay, now uh...” Olivia turned back to face him, “I need... You know... Some body shots...” She blushed slightly, despite the cold, “If you don’t mind.”

“W-what were you thinking?” Chuck gulped, his cock straining like a hot iron rod against the cold denim fabric of his jeans. The rubbing sensation was starting to get him, sending little shockwaves of pleasure rippling up into his stomach and down through his thighs.

“Just a few close-ups of...” She gestured at her chest, “But if you’re not comfortable with it I understand!”

“No! Uh, I mean, I agreed to help, so...” Chuck looked back through the viewfinder, zooming in on her chest, trying to keep an eager leer off his face. Olivia shrugged the fur off her shoulders, draping it in such a way that it revealed the entirety of her ample bosom. He drank in her flawless skin, the soft contours of her breasts, the slightest jiggle as she shifted from one foot to the other. The throbbing in his pants grew in intensity as he stared, the sensitive head of his cock being pushed harder and harder against the rough denim. He snapped a photo, and then another.

“How do they look?” Olivia asked.

“Incredible...” Chuck whispered to himself, then added, loud enough so that she could hear, “Not bad, lighting’s good out here.”

“Should I do something else?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know... Push them together, or something?” Chuck’s cock surged in his pants. The idea of Olivia fondling her breasts - at his request - almost pushed him over the edge. Sure, when he’d dreamed about this, it hadn’t been in this exact scenario, but still...

“Uh yeah, you could try that...” He licked his lips, the cold air going unnoticed as the fire raging in his body drove out the chill, “Or even, you know, bounce them a little...”

“Bounce them?” Olivia sounded more amused than put-off by his suggestion. He switched the selector on the camera over to burst mode, setting the ISO high to reduce the motion blur.

“Y-yeah. It’ll give the whole thing a, uh, spontaneous-...” God why did I use that word? “-...uh, action feeling, you know?”

“Oh... Okay...”

Olivia slipped her hands up under her breasts, cupping them, and began to jiggle them lightly. Chuck stared, slack-jawed, barely able to do more than breathe and drown in the pleasure surging through his cock. Olivia interpreted the lack of shutter clicks as encouragement to do more, so she picked up the pace. He zoomed a little closer, totally lost in the sight of her big titties bouncing in her hands. Without realising he was doing it, Chuck began rocking back-and-forwards in place, rubbing his cock against his jeans in time with her bounces, each subtle thrust bringing him more and more pleasure. He groaned a little as the sensations began to peak.

“Should I go faster?” Olivia asked, a little breathless.

“Uhhh...” He half-moaned in reply. She increased the tempo anyway, her boobs almost leaping out of her little bikini as she kneaded her chest. Chuck froze as his tingling, leaking cock reached its breaking point. He was on a knife’s edge, but desperate not to go over the edge and actually lose it in his pants. He grit his teeth, riding the edge, determined not to cum...

“Chuck!” Olivia interrupted his concentration, refocusing his attention on her big bouncy boobies as she jiggled them in front of him, “It’s cold! Hurry up and shoot!”

He groaned and threw his head back as his cock exploded. Pleasure wracked him, making his knees weak, as jet after jet of hot cum shot into his pants. He heard the distant whir of the shutter as an involuntary spasm caused his finger to press down on the shutter-release.

“Oh my god Chuck what the fuck?” Olivia shouted.

“S-sorry...” He moaned, as the last drop of cum in his balls twitched into his now saturated jeans, “I-... I didn’t mean...”

“You’re disgusting!” She span and stormed back towards the house. Chuck shouted another apology and moved to follow her, but discovered a new, and more pressing, issue: His rapidly deflating cock was now stuck, painfully, to his jeans. His premature cream had frozen, sticking his member to his pants as surely as a foolhardy kid’s tongue to a lightpole. He waddled after her, aware that she’d be gone long before he could crabwalk his way to the house. 

But at least he had the pictures.

[threetwooneoops]

Sam went over to his new neighbour Kathy’s house, ostensibly to borrow a cup of sugar, but with a little more than that on his mind. The new neighbour was hot: Nice face, cool tattoos, and a big rack he’d been aching to catch a peek at since the day she moved in. He rang the doorbell, excited to finally get a look at the woman he’d been admiring from afar. Literally excited, it seemed... He was already halfway to hard before he heard her call from somewhere within the house: “Come in, I’m in the kitchen.”

Sam let himself inside, skirting the half-unpacked boxes and haphazardly arranged furniture as he made his way to the back of the house. The poorly thought out placement of the dining-room table saw him enter the kitchen sideways, where two things happened simultaneously: He spotted Kathy, bent over the cupboards, in a low-cut purple top, the inviting flesh of her deep cleavage on full display; and his cock got pressed hard against the doorjamb. As he turned to face her, his chubby quickly rose to a solid, full-mast erection. Trying to move casually, he placed his sugar-bowl between himself and the woman.

“Oh hi,” she bounced to her feet and hit him with a full, beaming smile, and it took all of his willpower to keep his eyes from sinking to her jiggling chest, “You’re the guy who lives at nine, right?”

“Uh yeah. Sam.” He edged a little closer and extended his hand, “Welcome to the neighbourhood.”

“That’s so nice of you!” She took his hand and pumped it enthusiastically, setting her chest to wobbling again. She glanced off to one side before she released his hand, and Sam took the moment to absorb every detail of her fantastic breasts. They were large, well over a handful, and jiggled as if they were soft to the touch. If Kathy was wearing a bra, it couldn’t have been a very supportive one, every little move she made seemed to set her boobs swaying. Sam tore his eyes away as he felt his cock throb, aware that each glance at her cleavage was causing a little surge of precum. He didn’t want to soak right through his boxers. Kathy finally seemed to spot what she was looking for, and she went and flung open another box, retrieving some kind of kitchen mixer.

“So what can I do for you Sam?” She turned back to him and smiled, looking up at him. She really was a dot of a thing. And he could see right down her barely buttoned-up top.

“Uh, I had hoped to, uh...” He trained his eyes on her face, “Borrow some sugar.” Now that he had said it out loud it sounded incredibly lame. She probably saw right through him. Could she tell how hard he was? His anxiety seemed to make his cock throb even harder. She frowned slightly, her eyes trailing down his body... Was she looking at the tent in his jeans? Or just lost in thought? He moved the bowl to cover himself again, and surreptitiously made contact with his dick, sending a wave of tingling pleasure through his thighs.

“Normally it’s the new neighbour who borrows the sugar, not the established resident...” She smiled, “But I think I have a little. Hang on.”

She went to her pantry and fetched a scrunched up paper bag. “Yep, there’s a little in here...” She said, “Hand me your bowl.”

Sam reluctantly surrendered his cover. Kathy put it on the counter between them, and stepped up close to him. He couldn’t stop himself from staring down at her boobs as she fiddled with the sugar bag, savoring every movement she made and the resultant ripples they wrote across the supple flesh of her breasts. The pleasure radiating out from his crotch was now a constant. Every little movement she made, every jiggle, every shrug, caused his cock to throb painfully in his pants. The fabric of his boxers was slick with precum, heightening the friction against the head of his cock. Finally, she tipped the bag up, and began pouring out sugar.

“How much do you need?” She asked sweetly, and he leaned forward to see both how much she had poured, and to take another long look at her cleavage. His lean brought his rock-hard dick into contact with the bench, and he shuddered with the exultation of the contact. He gasped, and only then realised that he had failed to break his glance, that he had been caught staring unabashedly at her chest. But rather than anger, her expression was mischievous. “More?” She breathed. 

“A-a little... More...” He nodded, and she began to shake more sugar into his bowl. Her breasts leapt and bounced and she shook the bag, and she pressed them together with her arms, forcing them up out of her top. He was locked onto them now. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“More?” She half-asked, half-moaned.

“Ye-...” he swallowed, he could feel the hot cum creeping up his shaft, did she want him to take it out? Was she even really aware of what she was doing to him? He was on the verge of losing it...

“Sam?” She started shaking harder, her breasts leaping more with each movement, “How much more do you want?” She leaned a little closer, he couldn’t stop himself... “How much more can you take?”

He groaned as his cock exploded, shooting stream after stream of cum into his shorts. The explosion of pleasure was so intense he felt his knees weaken, and he grabbed the counter to keep himself upright, moaning helplessly as load after load surged into his boxers, and seeped through into his jeans. Finally, after what seemed like an hour of intense pleasure, he began to come back to himself. Standing there. In his new neighbours kitchen. Post-orgasm, creamy cum leaking through his shorts, totally unable to hide what had just happened. “Oh-... Uh-... I mean...” He started to stammer.

She smiled, that same mischievous smile, and handed him the bowl. “That should tide you over for a while... But if you find yourself in need of more, don’t hesitate to come right back over.” And with that he found himself rushed out of the house, and deposited on her doorstep, barely coherent, hell, barely able to walk.

It was only when he got the stink-eye from Mrs. Glick that he realised just how badly ruined his pants really were. He hurried home, in two minds about ever asking the new neighbour for sugar again.

[three-two-one-oops]

“Excuse me, sir. Can you point me in the direction of Fantasyland?”

"Uhh...” Your jaw goes slack as the sight of the woman’s gigantic boobs switch your brain off. Your pants tighten dramatically as your cock swells, the pressure quickly becoming uncomfortable. These men’s bellhop uniforms might look good, but they’re carefully tailored and don’t leave a lot of room in the crotch.

“Oh no...” She sighs, “You’re one of those...”

“T-those..?” You mumble, trying to ignore the frantic twitching in your pants.

“A preemie,” She replies.

“Preemie?” You echo dumbly. You’re caught in some kind of feedback loop... Every time you glance at the customer’s incredible titties, your cock twitches... And every time your cock twitches, it rubs against your satin boxers, causing a surge of pleasure, which in turn causes your cock to twitch, which in turn causes a surge of pleasure...

“A minute man. A two-pump chump,” She rolls her eyes at your uncomprehending, empty stare, “A premature ejaculator.”

“Oh...” You feel like you should deny the accusation, but stringing the argument together is too hard. Sure, no one’s ever called you a stud before or anything, but...

She shrugs, and her boobs bounce in her top. Your gaze drops magnetically back to them, and your cock begins oozing precum into your boxers.

“It’s okay,” She reassures you, “Trust me, I’m used to it.”

You nod, struggling to keep your eyes up. Your cock feels incredible, every throb is sending a shockwave of pleasure shuddering through you. You grope blindly for the handrail as another wave of pleasure rips through you, almost doubling you over, the consequence of failing to keep your eyes off her tits once again.

“Hey, are you okay?” She asks, taking a step towards you. You back up involuntarily, aware that her close proximity might be the trigger to push you over the edge. A light of understanding enters her eyes, and she gasps with horror, “You... You’re not about to cum in your pants, are you?”

You mumble some incoherent denial, but nod all the same. The damp spot in your boxers is growing, and every time your eyes fall on her tits, your cock throbs a little harder, and the damp spot gets a little bigger. The crowd ebbs and flows around your station, none of them aware of the titanic struggle occurring nearby. You can’t cum, not like this, not at work surrounded by families...

“Oh no!” She says, distress evident in her voice. She closes the distance between you, her giant breasts just inches from your chest. Her close proximity is causing your cock to throb wildly. She glances around at the crowd, her eyes concerned, as she stands up on tip-toes, leaning in even closer. You can feel the hot load of cum building up at the base of your cock, barely held in check by the force of your will. You can smell her sweet perfume, feel the heat radiating from her ample chest. The satin of your underpants is starting to cling, heightening the sensation on the head of your throbbing, twitching, helpless cock. She puts her lips up to your ear, her breasts brushing against your chest, and she asks with concern: “There’s a lot of people around. Do you think you can hold it?”

You grab your cock with your free hand and grip it, trying to stop the twitching, trying to stop the inevitable... 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” The woman backs up a step, her hands flying to her mouth in surprise. The motion pushes her breasts together, setting them rocking in her tight top. You try to keep your eyes off them, try to look at anything else, but they’re so big, so soft, so...

A stream of cum explodes into your boxers. Your hand falls to your side uselessly as you throw your head back and let out a long moan. The best orgasm of your life tears through you, with nowhere to go but into your pants. As the last spurt of cum in your balls is released, bursting through your boxers and soaking into your uniform, you lean heavily against the rail, barely able to keep from sinking to the ground in exhaustion. You lock eyes with the woman, seeing in her eyes a mixture of emotions: pity, horror, maybe a little triumph...

“So... Uh... Fantasyland?” You ask, lamely.

“Yeah...”

“Down that way, take two lefts, then past the rollercoaster.”

“Okay, thanks!” She takes another step backwards, her eyes settling on your crotch for just a second. There’s definitely something triumphant in her look. “Sorry about the mess.”

You glance down. The front of your pants look like the aftermath of a shift at Splash Mountain.

“D-don’t worry about it...” You mutter, but she’s already disappearing into the crowd.