Coworkers
Chapter 2: Mark
It had been weeks since the incident with Tyler and we had barely spoken. He avoided me at work, let another team member finish my training, and hadn't returned any of my texts. I hated myself for ruining what could have been a great friendship, but I couldn't regret what happened. Maybe I should have, but knowing that I had tasted his dick filled me with a great sense of pride. It was like-
"FUCK! Mark! Watch your teeth!" I shouted.
"Sorry, I haven't sucked dick in a while." Mark replied sheepishly.
It was Friday night and the store was empty. My coworker Mark and I were cleaning up the empty break room at the very back of the building when I convinced him to "take a break." I'd wanted to have some fun with Mark from the moment I met him, with his long lean legs and well-defined biceps. He was about my height with golden tan skin and blonde hair covering his arms and legs. He had a cocky smile and always walked into work in shorts and a tank top. An untrained eye might just see Mark as your typical straight college bro, with his backwards baseball cap and strut in his walk. But when I first met Mark, my eyes naturally scanned his body, paying close attention to bulge and butt. And as I took inventory of Mark's features I noticed he was doing the same to me, his eyes stuck to my lower half. After that I knew it wouldn't take much to get him on my cock.
I was seated on the break room couch and crouched between my knees, Mark bobbed up and down my cock without any technique or skill, randomly licking and slurping my prick. Still though, his warm mouth and wet tongue felt good. I ran my hands through his sandy blonde hair and pulled him off slightly, his lips wrapped around my engorged head. I started rocking my hips back and forth, gently fucking his face. He moaned in pleasure and I picked up the speed, hitting the back of his throat forcefully. "You like that?" I said and he hummed in agreement around my pole, slobbering everywhere.
"Get off Mark." I said, running my hands through his hair one last time.
"What's wrong?" he asked with a slightly hurt look on his face.
"Sit on my cock."
"Are you fucking crazy? We're gonna get caught!" Mark said, waving his arms wildly, trying to convey his point.
"We are not going to get caught. Everyone is on the floor, trying to make a sale. C'mon!"
Mark stood up, bringing his crotch eye-level with my face. He rocked forward and I moved to unbutton his jeans. His bulging cock was straining the front of his jeans, so I took a moment to massage it (and his ego). I ran my fingers up his member and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers in one swift motion. I eyed his dick carefully, noting that it hung low. He was at least eight inches, but thinner than me. Thinner than Tyler. I sighed inside and tried to remain focused. I looked up at Mark and whispered, "Turn around."
Mark turned his back to me and puffed out his ass. I ran my hands around it, cupping where his meaty cheeks met his legs. It was a fine ass, high and tight. I slapped his butt lightly and Mark squatted, allowing me to align my dick with his hole. He lowered himself onto me and I felt my head pop through his ring. I knew he must be in pain because his saliva was not nearly enough lube. He let out a a string of expletives as he lowered himself further. I let him get used to my dick before making any movements. He sat on me for a moment and I pushed up slightly causing him to hiss in pain. I moved out and his hole relaxed allowing me further in. Slowly he began moving on my dick and I let him take control.
Mark fucked himself on my prick for about ten minutes, my hands massaging his hip bones. He was moving at a steady but slow pace and even though his ass was tight and warm, I still wasn't satisfied. I tried not to dwell on why and instead reached my left hand around to find Mark's leaking cock. I fisted his thin, long pole, matching the pace he was using to slide on my dick. I thumbed his slit, leaving my hand sticky with his pre-cum. I moved both my hands to Mark's waist and slammed him down onto me, holding him there. I stood up, still forcing him onto me, and changed our position, with him kneeling on the couch and me standing behind him, finally in control. If anyone walked in they would see a very naked me fucking a half-naked Mark. But I didn't care. I thrusted into Mark a few times before pulling out so he could lube me.
"Drench me." I said, sticking my dick in his face. He swallowed about half my dick, tasting my own pre-cum and his ass. Once I was wet enough, I moved quickly behind him, popping my dick into his quivering hole. I gripped Mark's waist and pushed down into him. "Oh fuck yeah!" Mark shouted and I began moving faster. I only withdrew about half my dick with each thrust, trying to get us both to cum as quickly as possible. We'd already been off the sales floor too long. My eyes were glued to the sight of his tanned ass swallowing my fat prick and I tried to resist cumming inside of him. Mark moaned my name over and over again, pushing me over the edge. I pulled out and shot my load all over Mark's muscular back. I rubbed my spent dick along his crack and reached down to Mark's cock. I fisted him and he came almost immediately, his body spasming beneath me.
"Clean yourself up, I'll go back on the floor first." I got dressed and walked out of the break room, shutting the door behind me. I walked quickly down the hallway, trying to make it to the bathroom to clean the stench of sex off myself. Before I could make it I ran into Stephen, one of the store's managers, walking in my opposite direction.
"Hi Stephen!" I said with a smile, moving to the side of the hallway to keep him from smelling me.
"Can you come with me?" Stephen asked, his voice serious, turning to walk next to me.
"Sure, is everything ok?" I asked, not getting a response.
"Get in here." Stephen nodded to the manager's office.
I walked into the small room and Stephen shut the door behind us. For the number of managers the store had, this was an awfully small office, maybe 6 feet wide and 8 feet long.There was a desk that took up the length of the left wall and two chairs pushed under it. To the back of the room was a printer and to my right a large whiteboard nailed onto the wall.
"Sit down." Stephen ordered as he leaned against the right wall. I pulled out a chair from under the desk and sat down facing him.
Stephen looked at me for a moment and spoke again in a serious tone, "You should know there's a security camera in the break room."
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