Home alone, workin' that bone

In a rare occurence, every member of the Greene family has business to attend to the next day. As a result, Jason is left home alone. He could've pressured one of the women into staying behind, to help keep his overactive balls from getting too full... But today, he has other plans.

Tonight, he wants to be a little pent-up.

And so the ****-up Alpha boy wanders bottomless around the house, killing time and trying to keep his nuts from exploding. By 10:00 AM, the toilet and shower in the upstairs bathroom are both clogged, thick jizz overflowing onto the tiled floor. By noon, the master bathroom looks similar.

Just for fun, he decides to dump his next batch of baby-batter in the Greenes' bed: sandwiching his cock between Patricia and William's pillows, he covers the back wall in a cum-splatter that reaches almost to the ceiling.

After grabbing a quick lunch, he decides that since Patricia will be bringing home groceries anyway, there's no harm in coating every single item in the fridge with a thick layer of spooge. He gets to work right then and there, and within minutes he's aiming his fat cock into each shelf and drawer, filling them all in turn.

As he sits in the kitchen afterward, re-hydrating and watching some videos on his phone, he glances at the time.

Todd's gonna be home soon... I guess that decides where I'm hanging out next.

Sitting down at Todd's desk, Jason cracks open his laptop. The three attached monitors turn on, displaying a variety of boring web design resources.

Closing all of those--Hope you saved your work, Todd--He opens a trio of porn videos, one on each screen:

"Bitches Like 'Em Big, Episode 213."

"Ultra-Modded Bimbo Fuckdolls Compilation."

"OZ Facefucks to Relax/Study To."

Leaning back in the comfortable office chair, Jason props his huge-and-growing meat onto the desk. The moment it slams down a spurt of pre-cum squirts out, flying just over Todd's keyboard.

Woops, I might need that later... Better not gum it up, Jason thinks, shoving the laptop, keyboard, and mouse off to the side. Now only the middle monitor is in the splash zone, catching the occasional splurt as Jason begins to fap in earnest.

Biting his lip, the boy wraps both hands around the base of his shaft and pumps furiously. Shit, I'm getting pretty backed-up... Someone'd better get home soon.