10:25am
William washed his hands and quickly made his way back to his desk but before he could sit down, he heard Vincent say, "Woah dude. XYZ."
Looking down William saw to his horror that the brightly colored pouch of his never before seen jockstrap was on display. He felt his cheeks redden with embarrassment as he reached down quickly to address the wardrobe malfunction but then realized the truth, the zipper wasn't just down. It was busted.
Thinking quickly, he grabbed one of the empty manila folders on the top of his desk and said, "The zipper burst. I'm going to run down to my car and change."
William kept the folder strategically placed between himself and the unsuspecting office as he got to the elevator. Sighing in relief as he saw the door open to an empty elevator but that relief turned to dread as it slowly filled up floor after floor as people began to head to early lunches and meetings.
William made eye contact with none of them silently willing them to ignore him.
He thought he was in the clear when the elevator hit the garage level.
When the doors slid open, an unexpected gust of wind blew the folder from his hand.
William lurched after it and as soon as he had, he heard another noise, a loud rip and he felt cool air on his backside.
His pants had ripped. His fucking pants had ripped.
Instead of dying from embarrassment like he wanted to, he just bolted running to his car as the torn back of his pants flapped with each pounding footfall.
Unlocking his car, he slid into the back seat, hoping that the darker tint on the rear windows would obscure his need to change.
10:30am
Looking across to the other side of the car, he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God he hadn't taken in the dry cleaning from the other day. Inside a clear plastic bag, he saw the trousers he desperately needed.
Sliding off his belt with practiced ease, he wriggled out of the destroyed pants.
Then, he was confronted with it again, jutting from between his legs in prominent neon fabric was his package. The alien package that he knew was attached to him.
He tried to focus on changing but curiosity ate at him. Instead of just pulling the new pants out of the bag and getting back to work, his curiosity won out. Taking a deep breath, William lifted his hips grasped the waistband of the jock and pulled it down past his knees.
He couldn't believe it. It looked even bigger now that he was sitting down. Kicking off the jock and spreading his knees apart, he hefted the weight of it in his hand. He realized that he couldn't even wrap his hand all the way around it.
He felt his heartbeat quicken through the shaft. And then he was stroking. Jerking the massive meat with both hands.
He didn't know how long he was at it he didn't think about anything other than the electric sensation of beating his meat. After what may have been a couple of seconds or hours, he felt the pressure building in his massive balls. Just the thought of him cumming sent him over the edge and he blasted, painting the center consul of his car, the armrest and the sides of the seats in a torrent of jizz.
He sat there panting and that's when he finally heard the persistent tapping on his window. He looked up to see...