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Photo Story #41
🕑 Added 2024-11-02 17:14:31 +0000 UTCWhen Ethan had dressed for work that morning, he could never have predicted the way his day would turn out. It would have been impossible to predict the unfortunate sequence of events that led to him blowing his load inside his suit pants, his back pressed against the wall of the alley next to office.
As one of the top sales execs at his firm, Ethan was used to being the centre of attention, and part of that was down to the sharp way that he dressed.
But on that fateful morning, as he grabbed a pair of black suit pants and a black shirt, he was surprised to find his underwear drawer empty. As much as Ethan had gone commando into the office before, he knew that he found it somewhat overstimulating.
"Guess I'm gonna have to suck it up," he said with a sigh as he pulled on his suit pants, the material whispering over his thighs before clinging tightly to his bubble butt and his crotch.
He finished his outfit with some black dress socks, a black leather belt and a pair of his favourite black leather dress shoes.
The drive to the office down the bumpy freeway proved to be more than Ethan could handle, and when he pulled into the parking lot, his cock was rock hard inside the tight confines of his suit pants.
"Oh come on," Ethan whined as he looked down at the very obvious bulge his thick cock was making in his suit pants.
Ethan had to sit in the car for nearly five minutes before his cock calmed down enough for him to be seen in public.
Once in the office, Ethan was busy enough that he was able to ignore being commando under his suit, but that all changed after lunch.
Ethan was in the break room, with just enough to grab a coffee before his next meeting. He grabbed a mug from the counter, filled it with coffee and, barely paying attention, he give it a quick stir and headed to his meeting. The coffee tasted weirdly bitter, but Ethan didn't even notice his colleague staring open-mouthed as he left the room with their mug.
Around ten minutes later, Ethan started to feel a little hot and tugged at the collar of his shirt. He checked the AC temperature and was confused that it hadn't been turned up,
"Why am I so damn hot?" he wondered as he tried to turn his attention back to one of the directors who was running through financial projections.
As the meeting continued, sweat formed on Ethan's forehead and his chest, and that's when things took a turn for the worse.
His cock started to twitch in his suit pants, and then within just a few moments, it was hard as a rock and throbbing against his fly.
"You've got to be kidding me," he cursed, looking down at the obscene bulge in his pants. "What the hell is going on?"
With only ten minutes left of the meeting, Ethan wrapped his hand around his cock, through his suit pants, and squeezed it hard to try and get it to calm down. But all this did was send a spurt of precum into his suit pants, making the material glossy and damp where the head of his cock rested.
"Oh fuck! What am I gonna do?" he thought, panicking that he'd soon have to stand up in front of his colleagues with a raging erection and what was now a growing patch of precum on his pants.
"What a day to wear black!"
As the director started to summarise the meeting, Ethan shifted in his seat, desperately hoping for a way to hide his erection, but his pants were too tight, and his thick seven inch cock was too big.
Ethan was sat at the back of the room, and was out of everyone's eye line.
"Fuck it! Maybe if I stroke a bit, I can get it to calm down."
Keeping his eyes on his colleagues, Ethan shuffled down in his seat a little and wrapped his hand around his cock. It was so sensitive in the tight confines of his pants that he had to suppress a moan.
"Just a little stroke to take the edge off," he said to himself over and over like a mantra.
Ethan gripped his cock firmly and stroked it back and forth, but every pass over the head made him practically gasp. He'd never known his cock to be so sensitive. With another stroke, he abruptly stopped, the familiar feeling of his balls drawing tight making him panic.
"There's no way I can cum in my pants. What the fuck is wrong with me?"
"Thank you everyone," the director said, and people immediately jumped to their feet and started heading for the door.
Ethan tucked himself further under the desk, his dick throbbing uncontrollably in his pants.
"Are you going, Ethan?" the director asked with a frown.
"I just need to . . . uh . . . make a quick call."
The director nodded. "Very well."
Ethan breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the director head out of the door.
"I need to get out of here," he said to himself, standing up and keeping his hands over his crotch as he stuck his head out of the door to check the coast was clear.
The corridor to reception still had people milling around, but the fire exit door that led to the alleyway outside was clear.
"Fuck it," Ethan said, desperate for an escape, his cock throbbing mercilessly with every step as he raced down the corridor and flung open the fire exit.
The door slammed shut behind him, leaving him no way to get back inside.
But that was the least of his troubles.
In a frenzy, Ethan grabbed his cock through his pants and stroked himself as hard and fast as he could. He was too turned on, his shirt was stuck to him with sweat, his cock head was sliding against the precum on his suit pants, and he was utterly unable to do anything but jerk himself off.
It didn't even occur to Ethan to unzip his suit pants until that moment when his balls tightened and he was past the point of no return.
"Oh fuck! Oh no, no, no!" he moaned as the first cum shot splattered against the inside of his suit pants, cum bubbling through the wool material.
"No! I can't! I need to . . ."
Ethan kept jerking his dick with one hand whilst awkwardly trying to unzip his fly with the other, but it was too late. He'd blown his load inside his suit pants and cum was now dribbling down the outside of them, leaving multiple snail trails of cream.
"What the fuck do I do now?" Ethan gasped as he leaned back against the wall of the alley, covered in his own spunk and unable to get his phone or keys without going back inside the office!
