As they left the bathroom, the Jokumsen brothers exited the sauna and were heading for their lockers. Mr Cummings hurried up to them holding his towel around himself.
"William, Victor!" he called out "I hope today's business meeting was very informative!"
"Yes, we certainly learned much. Unfortunately, we have several meetings with other potential suppliers and clients today." Victor said as he sat down and started drying his feet.
"Ah of course, we wouldn't want to keep you." Mr Cummings reached out to shake William's hands "Well in any case thank you for comin-oooooouugh
Mr Cumming's knees buckled and his hand spasmed dropping his towel. A powerful spray of cum fired from Mr Cumming's fat turgid penis onto William's leg. William recoiled in disgust.
"Was that...? Did you...? What is the meaning of this?!" Victor completely baffled by Mr Cumming's sudden outburst. William was still too shocked to say anything.
Mr Cummings turned to him in a panic and tried to explain "I-I'm very sorry. I didn't-"
Victor interrupted "Is this some sick American custom?
Mr Cummings moaned again and fired another volley of thick cum from his thick hairy manhood onto Victor's face. Victor retched and fell backwards. He instinctively tried to get it off with his hands, and getting sticky semen all over his fingers in the process.
"N-No! I- this must be- JACKSON! What have you done to me!?"
Preston could only stand there mouth agape as his boss made a spectacle of himself. He was completely distracted from the mild discomfort in his own penis.
"Why are you blaming your employee for your own perverted actions" William spoke up.
That was when Malcolm came around the corner holding his phone, with a towel wrapped around himself, to see what the commotion was about.
"What- Preston! What the hell did you do!?" He asked incredulously.
"No Preston hasn't done anything," William responded "This is the work of your Mr Cummings"
Mr Cummings let out a low and long undignified moan as he covered his fat cock and balls with his hands desperately trying to hold in his orgasm. But it was fruitless as more semen splashed out over his knuckles and onto the floor.
"Ugh and he's still playing with his penis!" Victor cried as finished wiping the cum from his face with a towel.
Mr Cummings in a mix of fury, pleasure and confusion turned to Preston. "I don't know what you did to me, but you're going to regret it!" He charged forward, arms outstretch, hands dripping with semen, reaching for Preston's neck to strangle him.
William spotted the phone in Malcolm's hand. "Malcolm, call the police!"
Mr Cummings tripped onto his hands and knees and let out another groan as his fat hairy cock spurted another thick cum-shot onto the locker room floor.