Sketch #9 - Mark and Jerry
Mark furrowed his brow, not entirely sure what to make of the email he’d just received from his boss down the hall. Part of it he could understand, but about halfway through it all just sort of…became a bunch of gibberish. Looking it over again, he didn’t want to have talk to him about it. Jerry had been acting strange all day, and he’d seemed a bit meaner than usual lately, and Jerry already hated Mark—he’d rather hire someone younger to replace him for half the wage, but Mark was too good and Jerry knew it. Any sign of weakness could become an excuse.
Still, he did need to know what in the hell Jerry was talking about. He got up, and brought up the email on his phone as he walked down to Jerry’s office, knocked on the door and stepped in before he could hear Jerry warn him not to. He gaped at the sight of his boss, naked aside from a pair of filthy looking, oversized underwear, tattoos coating his body that Mark had never seen, and was he jacking off?
“Get out! Get out, you fucker!”
Mark got out. He got out and he left work and he headed home before the shit could hit the fan, but something wasn’t right, a smell he couldn’t get out of his head, a buzzing at the base of his skull. He arrived home and immediately lit up a cigar—it was an old habit, but one that kept his nerves under control all the same—but this wasn’t the usual brand he smoked, was it? It was sharper and foul and…and…
Mark groaned and started rubbing his cock in his pants, his suit was changing, morphing around him into a pair of overalls that started out clean, but quickly became grubbier and full of holes, his beard whitening and growing long and tangled, his head balding aside from a thin horseshoe, but all he could think of was Jerry, that brief glance he’d gotten at the office, he couldn’t even remember what his face had looked like, but he wanted that filthy cock. He fumbled with his phone, snapped a pic of his dirty old cock and sent it to his boss.
horny wanna cum over
It was a few anxious minutes that he waited, until he got a reply.
still at office, cum fuck me daddy
Mark grabbed a couple extra cigars and climbed in his old, beatup truck. He had a boy to pick up, and they were going to have a wild night together.
He stepped out of the elevator and found a bear fucking a young, chubby cub on the carpet right in front of them.
"Fuck dad, you’re cock is so fucking big, I hope my cock is as big as yours when I grow up."
"Well, if you want to get bigger, yer gonna have tah eat a whole lotta protein son," the bear panted, biting and licking at the boy’s neck. "Good thing daddy’s got plenty tah feed ya."
Mark was really fucking turned on watching them, but he had another date with Jerry. All through the office he could hear the hoots and hollers of rednecks fucking each other’s brains out, and in his boss’ office he found Jerry still in his chair, and he was even filthier than Mark remembered. Tattooed from head to toe, he reeked from across the small room, it was humid with his sweat and musk. He wasn’t alone—some overly buff brute with a shaved head and vacant eyes had his nose suffed in Jerry’s armpit, snorting and licking, jacking his cock wildly, his hairless muscles covered with a sheen of sweat.
"Fuck boy, yer even hotter ‘n I remember," Mark said.
"Shut up ‘n fuck my filthy hole," Jerry groaned, putting his legs up on the armrests of the chair.
Mark already had his cock hanging out of his crotchless overalls, and he worked it into the hole. It felt loose and sticky—he wasn’t the first in, but he didn’t care.
"I always hated you most of all, Mark," Jerry said, and Mark immediately felt his balls tense up and shoot a huge load into Jerry’s ass. He couldn’t stop fucking though, he had lost all control of himself suddenly. "Fuckin’ hated you so much." Another massive orgasm, it nearly crippled him but he had to fuck, had to fill the hole up, had to keep going. Jerry was in his head now, he could feel him there, and he came a third time, his balls shooting dry now, blue with pain, he couldn’t think straight, and finally Jerry let him pull out. But his cock was small now, and his balls had shriveled up.
"Bet you’re hungry Mark. Come on piggy, I got some food for you right here," Jerry said, and let loose a wet fart, cum leaking out of his hole. Mark just stared at it, knees collapsing, crawling forward, lapping up the sweaty, shitty crack, eating his cum out of his boss’ hole, eating all of the cum out of his hole.
"Gonna be my cumpig Mark, fuckin’ hate you, always fuckin’ hated you. Hey, Devon," he added looking at the muscle brute beside him who had been the office intern, "You hate Mark too now. Fuck Mark’s nasty pighole, fuck it rough, and make him scream, big boy."