Jaime, a thirty-something reporter for a local tv station

"Jaime..."

You roll over and cuddle deeper into the muscled hunk beside you. The warmth is nice, and you're not ready to wake up just yet.

"Jaime, babe. You've gotta start getting ready for work soon, no?"

You moan and press your ass tight against your boyfriend's crotch. His morning chubby feels great nestled against your crack, and you feel him pushing up closer to you in response. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?" you ask.

He chuckles. "We don't get paid to cuddle all day, hon. How're you gonna be my sugar daddy if you don't go to work?"

You roll over and stretch your leg over his torso, pulling yourself up onto him and leaning forward for a kiss. Your own hardon rubs against his furry pelvis as you rub your taint against his cock. "Who needs money when we can just lay around having sex all the time?"

You both enjoy a deep kiss and a bit of frottage before he eventually pushes you off him. You stand over him smiling, enjoying the view. He's perfect; he's everything anyone could ever want in a partner... loving, sexy, smart, a great cook, hung like an elephant...

"Go take a shower, babe. I'll make some breakfast."

You make your way to the bathroom, your long, slender cock leading the way. It bobs and swings with each step you take, it's 9 inches of glory sticking straight out from your groin. You've noticed that you seem hornier than ever, despite all the sex you and your boyfriend Michael have been having since moving in together. A bit of pre dribbles out from the long hood of your foreskin and swings down to the floor as you wait for the shower water to warm up.

You give your cock a stroke, watching as the loose folds of skin slide back and reveal your shiny purple cockhead. It feels good, and you keep stroking off while you shower, letting the waves of pleasure build until you finally release and spray the tiled wall with thick white ropes of cum.

After drying and tending to your usual morning grooming routine, you get dressed. As a reporter for one of the local news stations, you typically rock a trendy suit. Given your handsome features and muscular frame, you've managed to build a substantial online fan base. You get a kick out of reading all the thirsty comments your viewers leave on the station's social media posts. You only graduated a few months ago, and this is your first job in journalism, but the nightly newscast's ratings have skyrocketed since you joined the team.

You enjoy a quick breakfast of omelettes and toast with Michael before kissing him goodbye and heading to work. The commute there is uneventful, thank God. The subway ride downtown to the station can be a little much if you're recognized by any of the other riders. You're only a minor celebrity, to be sure, but the cougars in this city are relentless. It's probably a better ride today because you're not heading to the station. Instead, you're meeting a crew to do a live segment for the morning show about a new public park project the city is investing in. A few years ago a fire wiped out an entire city block of old warehouses downtown, and the area was never redeveloped. Voters recently decided to redesignate the the area as a park, and your bosses want you to do a walk-through of the crumbling ruins as you report on the new plans. You think the walk-through is totally unnecessary--everyone has already seen the crumbling buildings--but they're hoping to boost the morning show ratings with middle aged women and stay at home moms, and it gives them an excuse to show you off more. After the segment was pitched last week, one of the senior producers pulled you aside to mention they'd be getting some full-body shots with you walking through the rubble, and she requested you wear one of your more closely cut suits during filming. Far from being offended by the objectification, you had been flattered.

Today you are wearing your best outfit. The athletic cut of your coat enhances the musculature of your shoulders and arms, and your pants fit like a glove, showcasing your muscular legs and perky ass. Ratings are going to soar.

You arrive at the site, and filming for the promos begins. It's going pretty well.

You stand in front of one of the ash covered collapsing walls, holding a microphone to your face as you read from the teleprompter. "That's right, Shelly! Coming up at ten, we'll be going over the new plans to replace these dangerous ruins with a brand-new public park, complete with a playground, water features, and a sculpture garden. It's going to be a real barn-burner! See you at ten!"

Once off the air, you roll your eyes. "Barn-burner, huh? Who came up with that joke?" you chuckle.

The producer says you've got another eight minutes if you want to walk through it one more time, but you wave her off. You've got this.

Then the camera guy approaches, looking embarrassed. You cock your head to the side as he nears, "What's up, Devin?"

He whispers. "Look, Jaime... I don't really know how to say this, but don't you want to do something about that? I mean, I kept it out of the frame for the promos, but I don't see how it's not going to be really obvious during the full segment."

"Do something about what?" You're befuddled.

"Dude, look down."

There is some broken glass and debris at your feet, but you don't see what the fuss is about. You look at him with confusion. "I don't get the problem?"

"Okay, bro. You do you, I guess."

You're a little put off by Devin's strange behavior, and you start getting nervous.

"We're live in ten, nine, eight..." The producer starts counting down. "And we're on!" She gives a big nod and you start talking.

The plan is to lead the crew through the tour, culminating in a climb up a short staircase toward a still standing balcony that overlooks the whole area for the big finish. You nail some banter, smile charmingly, and start leading the crew through the rubble as you detail the plans for the new park. About halfway through the tour, you are walking toward the stationary camera from a slight distance, gesturing toward the old shipping warehouse rubble that will soon be removed to make room for a trendy art installation, and you notice Devin's eye is trained not on your face... and not on your pointing hand... not even on the ruins you're talking about... but on your crotch.

Like, he's staring right at your crotch.

And the camera is too.

I'm ready for my closeup!

See, Jaime, Devin wasn't worried about you tripping on some glass back there; he was trying to let you know that your bulge in these tight-ass pants is out of control. I had slipped right on down to the left and escaped the confines of these horrible little trunks you like to wear, and I was making myself known through the thin material of this nice, tightly cut suit. I've always been more of a shower than a grower after all, and even soft I am prodigious.

But the thing is, on a hot, muggy day like today...with you walking all over the place like this, letting me rub against your meaty thigh... feeling that soft, premium fabric brushing over me... it was all just sooooo sensuous. How could I not get excited? I'm positively drooling thinking about all the publicity we're getting. All this precum that's just dribbling through my lips... it just feels so good, baby. And the more I stretch out, the more this slick, silky pre starts to dribble out of my hood.

What a great suit! I love the light grey color and the thin material. It shows off your ass. It shows off your legs. It shows off your long, swollen fuckstick. It shows off how wet I'm getting. Why, just take a look at the precum stain, baby. I'm going to be a star!

You do your very best not to get rattled, but Devin's laser-locked focus on your groin has alerted you to the warm snugness of your groin. With as much subtlety as you can muster you glance down and see the imprint of your cock stretching down your left pant leg halfway to your knee, with a dark wet spot of pooling pre forming at is head.

Fuck!

You are throwing serious wood on live TV and you've still got three minutes of airtime before this segment ends.
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