Pervert!

Nobody knew what a filthy pervert the Congressman could be. As a good, White, all-American, Christian Conservative, most assumed he lived by old values, respectable standards and traditions expected of a greater society, which he tried his best to do, but, like this morning right before an important meeting in his D.C. office, there were times his mind would venture into some dark, perverse territory. The devil was in his dick again and that swollen, ten inch rod was screaming sin as it tortured him, bent and trapped, raging with lust in his black slacks, so obvious that there was no way he could greet his colleagues, all White, Christian Conservatives like him, without sporting a giant tent and showing what a great gift God had given him. A great gift but at a times a terrible burden.

They were going to be arriving in about ten minutes, there was even a nice selection of treats he had bought, a mix of glazed honey buns and cinnamon rolls waiting for them on his desk, and there was one gentleman in particular the Congressman wanted to please, secretly admiring this attractive colleague more than he should have, no one suspecting, as he had been good at hiding his true nature for years, that he was a severe closet case. It was this gorgeous fellow who had sparked the Congressman's dirtiest urges, a Texan with lovely, curly blond hair, frosting naturally at the tips, big blue eyes and an almost angelic, youthful face. The Congressman himself was younger, the youngest of their group, nearing forty, short and adorable, very fit and muscular for such a little guy, muscles that showed well in his tight suits and shirts, always bulky and bulging as his cock currently was, his bright blue, kind eyes watched ever hopeful from his adorable, cute face, his dark hair starting to go salt and pepper at his temples, his smile was always sexy, sometimes naughty like his thoughts.

This Christian boy had to expel that demon from his pants, something he found himself doing often throughout his busy days, wrangling that devil after meetings, in between meetings and really anytime he wasn't doing anything else. He had jerked and blown his sinful load in many bathrooms allover America and the World. Blown it in many cars, limos and buses, and many times in his own office like he would have to now, otherwise they'll see his huge cock, stretching out, wanting to fuck them, well definitely one of them, wanting to blast his furious seed allover the place, wanting to jerk off right in front of them, wanting them to watch and enjoy, to even join in.

As he quickly extracted his cock, he looked to his closed office door, it wasn't locked which only excited him and his devilish cock more, not too worried because he would be able to hear them coming down the hall. Then his eyes moved to the cross he was chosen to bear, that huge, thick and throbbing, vein riddled cock, ten inches of swelled, heated meat, now in his hand, now being pleased as he started slow in working it, needing to be quick because time was running out, but he also wanted to savor each wank, feel every squeeze and rise and fall of his fist, his pre-cum puddled at his opening, jiggling and starting to drip as more leaked out. It wet the underside of his cock as his hand continuously stroked long, almost the entire length, picking up the pace.

He could barely keep his eyes open, sitting at his desk in his dark, tightly fitted suit, his bulky biceps and pecs tensing and moving with every quick jerk, wrestling that devil cock, for the good of America, for the good of Christianity, for himself really, his head lolling back, his cute mouth parting as he breathed heavy and moaned softly, lost in his lust, that damn thing so hard and hot, so angry from being ignored earlier that morning, wanting to be sucked and to fuck, wanting to impress and wanting to blow its potent all-American Christian spunk, the best seed around, allover everything it could. He loved to eat his own spunk, having crafted a sweeter, tastier jizz by eating pineapples and other recommended things for such appealing seed.

He cried out a little jerking harder then, as fast as he could as the clock ticked, so much pre-cum leaking out that his hand was really wet, able then to stroke up to his tip and rub his palm over it which only egged his seed on, getting closer and he felt that hot liquid begin to wet his tube, that lovely build of pressure that was rising up his cock, still not releasing yet, holding on in wonderful agony, his brows bunching together as he winced his eyes, frantic to cum as he grunted, spanking that cock harder, hearing them start to descend from the end of the hall, laughing about something, getting closer, his secretly desired's voice talking about something important as always.

“Fuck...” Escaped his lips in a breathy cry as he shook allover and his face contorted into a shameful, weak grimace of pleasure.

They were so close now but so was he and he knew they would have to stop to talk to his secretary which could take another minute or so depending if they joked around with her as usual. His load was ready for release, the Congressman then realizing that in his deviant fever he never grabbed something to blow into, his nut always great, very healthy and fierce. He quickly stood horrified that he was going to shoot allover his desk and that they would all know, but then the devilish side of him had a real dirty thought, one he had to oblige and one that sent him over the edge. They were stopping, laughing with her so there was still time.

He frantically pulled open the bakery box containing the honey buns and cinnamon rolls, all glazed, about to be all-American glazed, and aimed his cock at the baked goods as his entire being quaked into a savage orgasm. He kept himself from crying out loud, a weak groan trapped in his throat as he watched in shock as the first huge stream of cum blasted out like a hose, a long lasting stream of pure white seed, wetting and covering most of the baked goods. There were a dozen, enough for everyone, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of them as he sprayed more wad, making sure to get each and every one, this stream helped cover the rest.

The Congressman shuddered quickly into another, mind blowing, thoughtless squirt, pleasure shuddering up through his body, still able to keep from crying out as he shook, having to shut his eyes as his head briefly lifted, his face like one taking a piss that they've had to hold in and finally found relief, a massive spray of cum coating and then running down the sides of the desserts, pushing around all the other cum, then more quick squirts, his cum now filling up in the box, his cock always one to shoot far and cover so much, and as it throbbed hard another big stream hosed the top of everything. You couldn't tell what was icing and what was his hot, tasty load.

As he heard them start towards his office again he set the big tip of his cock right into a cinnamon roll, biting his lip and moaning with his mouth shut, his eyes on the door, unable to focus really, as the last sprays of his seed shot directly into that treat, he convulsed and seized as his orgasm settled and then he quickly pulled back, turning some to get that huge dick back into his pants. The food was soaked and stewing in his massive load, all that White, Christian Conservative seed impregnating each treat, ready for consumption as he managed to get his dick up and sit as if the dirty little fiend hadn't done anything wrong at all.

He was still in an orgasmic stupor, but able to smile and greet them from behind his desk as they began to enter, all these respected, powerful men, the type of man he was on the road to being one day. Their attentions went immediately to the snacks on hand, ones he of course had to offer, horrified yet excited as he watched his long time crush lift the box up, taken by surprised as all that glaze sloshed around, all that cum, looking to the Congressman with a smile.

“They really covered these this time, huh?”

“I know how much you like icing...” the Congressman replied, his fear subsiding now, replaced by satisfied perversion as he watched his secretly desired carry the box over to the couch and seats where they were all seated around a coffee table. He could hear the food slide around in his spunk, his breath growing weak as his heart rate started to speed up again. His crush sat and set the box down, the others, there were twelve in all including the Congressman, excitedly picking out what they wanted, their fingers sinking into his warm, sticky load.

“We're gonna need a lot of napkins...” One expressed and another nodded to where some were on the table.

“These are so warm still... where did you get them?” His crushed inquired, lifting out the cum soaked cinnamon roll with the big indent in the top.

“Down the block, the usual place...” The Congressman replied watching, aroused again, that devil back somewhat as he felt his used flesh start to come to life, weaker this time but slowly getting hard again.

“They really over did the glaze...” a heavier colleague remarked, his fingers covered in cum as he started to eat a honey bun.

His crush lifted up his cinnamon roll, high enough to look under it and see the middle pushed down and large drips of cum hanging long, full of sperm unbeknownst to him and the Congressman's cock was suddenly as hard as before. They were all so focused on the food and his personal glaze that they didn't notice as he started to quickly rub his thumb, circularly, over his erection, just under his tip on the underside, using the fabric of his slacks and briefs to pleasure himself behind his desk, his arm barely moving, his eyes set dead on his desired who was now dipping his head to tongue up the several drips of dangling cum, working his way up to the sperm drenched treat.

He rubbed harder at himself watching as they ate the deserts and his cum, licking and sucking on their fingers and hands where it had leaked, and when his crush bit into the cinnamon roll the cum oozed up out of every ring and coated his face and even the tip of his nose. They were all expressing how much they liked the new glaze, how sweet and savory it was at the same time, his crush using his hand to clean his face so he could lick the Congressman's cum up, they were all focused on getting as much of it as they could that no napkin had yet been used. One was even tonguing it off of his tie were some had fallen. This was too much and they were now digging their fingers into the box, scooping up that Conservative load, that Christian seed, hungry for more of his spunk.

He had to turn his desk chair to face his filing cabinet, furiously rubbing himself now but hidden as his chair was big and he even opened the cabinet as if he was looking for a file. Behind him he could still hear them slurping and sucking, discussing that heavenly glaze, a glaze he now intended to provide every time as his nasty thoughts overpowered him and he rubbed himself into a powerful climax. Again he kept from crying out, shuddering in his big chair with his heels digging into the floor, the chair only leaning back a tad as he seized and his muscles tensed everywhere, his back arching some, his face contorted open into a wide silent cry as his eyes rolled shut, his brows knitted tight as he shook allover, cum again blasting out, this time under his fast moving hand inside his underwear, still so much as he sprayed again and again.

“Here...” He heard his crush say from behind him and he couldn't stop himself as he nutted even harder, biting his lip so not to make a sound, realizing the man he coveted was at his desk, so close now, so close as he was cumming, and the Congressman used his free hand to pull out a file, maybe the wrong one for this meeting but he had to make it look like he was normal, that he wasn't an actual pervert as he rubbed the last of his load out. He then composed himself before turning his chair back around, noticing that his crush left him a cum covered honey bun on a small paper plate. How thoughtful.

He looked to his desired and watched as that gorgeous man laughed as the heavy one was now lifting the bakery box to pour what cum was left directly into his mouth. They were still going on about his taste so he figure he should have a try himself, pressing a finger into the very warm honey bun, feeling his sticky cum as he also felt it settle in his pants, a small lake of hot goo soaking into his skin. He then lifted it as he made eye contact with his crush, tasting the cum off his finger tip as that beautiful man smiled in return, there was something in their shared look then, something that only they would understand.

“Tastes good doesn't it?...”

It sure did...