My coworker Ed was a little down in the dumps.
"Damnit, Mike, I’m just 35 but I feel over the hill." We’d overstayed happy hour, the only ones from the office still left at the bar, and we were now on our fourth beer. Probably not the best idea on an empty stomach.
"Whaddya mean?" I slurred a little, definitely feeling the buzz as well as some feelings of attraction for Ed I normally kept at bay.
"I’m slowly losing my hair, I’m in a sexless marriage, I work like a dog but hate my job, and…" he patted his stomach for emphasis. "I used to be in shape but now have a beer gut."
Normally I wouldn’t put up with someone’s sad-sack complaints, but Ed was such a stand-up, friendly guy I could tell he was letting his guard down with me.
I patted his shoulder and reassured him, “Don’t sell yourself short, man, you’re a hot guy.”
He punched me playfully on the shoulder. “Fuck man, you’re just saying that to make me feel better. Thanks, though.”
"Fuck, I’m serious, Ed. You’re a smoking hot guy and your wife is certifiably insane if she’s not riding your big cock twice a night."
A little shocked, he finally gave a sly grin. “How do you know I have a big cock?” The beer was taking both to a place we shouldn’t be going.
I shrugged. “I’m a gay guy. We check out guys’ crotches when you’re not looking.”
"How about when we are looking?" Ed teased, spreading his legs to show off a nice boner chubbing up his suit crotch. I looked of course. Scratch that: I stared.
"It’s bigger hard than even I expected. Thicker too."
That made my coworker smile. “God, I’d love to have someone riding it. It’s been so fucking long.”
"I got some hotel miles ready to be used," I replied. "Any time you gotta get home?"
Ed pulled out his phone. “I’ll come up with an excuse,” he said as he started texting his wife.
Later, after Ed had fucked me good, he’d showered off and I lay back on the bed, luxuriating in the afterglow. I felt filled, alive, and still horny. My cock ached in a newfound erection as my fingers found my wet hole and started playing with it.
Ed came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Man, that was pretty hot,” the first words he’d said since cumming.
I leaned back and pulled my legs up, showing the married stud my hole again. “Think you’re up for Round Two?” I asked.
"Man, you make me feel like I’m 20 again," Ed growled. "I love it." He dropped the towel, revealing his rising thick erection.