Person Below Triple Gay

Person Below Triple Gay

At the end of my shift I ran home into my bedroom. I grabbed the dough out of my pocket while looking for a condom. I didn't have any more. So I went without. Lying on the bed, moving the dough up and down on my ♥♥♥♥. I came again. I then wrapped the dough up in a bag and threw it in the garbage so that no one would accidentally come across it.

For a few hours after that, I stood there, making pizzas, talking to customers, taking orders. No one that I talked to knew that I had ♥♥♥♥♥♥ a pizza dough just before talking to them. Someone came in who was getting pizza for a birthday party, someone came in wanting a job, someone came in to talk about how good our pizzas always were. None of them knew. It made me feel dirty, and kind of turned on.

I realize that I don't know what to do with the dough. It weighs about a pound and a half, and it's too big to hide anywhere. Plus the night time staff would find it, and that would be some awkward explaining. There's a knock on the door. My manager is here and needs into the washroom to get changed. I quickly stuff the dough into the bag and back into my jacket before washing my hands. I then went over to another sink and washed my hands again.

I take off my pants and open up the bag. I poke a hole in the dough and massage it with my hands. I'm rock hard now. I open up the condom and put it on, before I go to town on the dough. After a few minutes, I ♥♥♥. Not quite as hard as I was expecting, but considering I had just gotten off an hour prior to that, I was satisfied.