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"I was sure I put my keys in my right pocket… Maybe they are down here?"
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.
The guys at the gym called us the Three Amigos. All of us went to BC and stayed close even as we went on with our adult and professional lives in the city. Tuesday’s racketball game was the way we found time in our schedule to get together and bond. Actually, another guy, Pete was our fourth, but he was always too busy to hang out in the sauna afterward, always rushing back to the office.
I didn’t think anything of sharing the intimate space of the sauna with my buds, till one day my buddy Rich pulls a big fucking boner right there for us to see. He’s always been the brashest one and the biggest show-off, so it somehow it didn’t seem too weird that he was displaying his wood for us.
"Holy shit, dude," Matt whispered, "You’re huge."
That made Rich grin big. “Yeah. And I’m pretty horny too. Wife hasn’t put out in a week.”
"Mine either," I said, dropping my towel to show my now rapidly growing erection. It wasn’t as big as Rich’s but pretty substantial nonetheless.
"What about you, Matty?" Rich growled. "You throwing wood?"
Matt blushed, for what I figured out what embarrassment of his smaller size. When he pulled the towel, a smaller but hard-as-steel cock pointed straight up to the ceiling. I was about to say something to put Matt at ease but before I could open my mouth, he was getting up and walking over in front of Rich. Squatting down between his legs.
I was processing that Matty was gonna suck Rich, but I couldn’t believe it.
"Aw fuck!" my friend hissed as Matt swallowed his dick in one fell swoop. He really went to town, gobbling and deepthroating Rich’s anaconda. "Oh fuck, Matty’s good," he said to me.
"Yeah?" A little freaked out, but definitely intertested.
"Yeah. You wanna try?"
Matt was in a definite sex daze as he pulled off Rich’s cock and scooted over to mine. If it was hot watching my buddy suck dick, it was fifty times more awesome being on the receiving end of his suck job. Ten strokes and I was ready to shoot.
"Oh man, I’m gonna…" was all I could say before eight heavy spurts fired out of my dick and right down his cocksucking throat. I’d barely come to, when Matt was greedily back on Rich’s rod, driving him up to a gradual but no less intense orgasm.
When we came too and sat back down, Rich was the first one to break the ice. “Matt, buddy, you’ve been holding out on us. That was awesome.”
"Yeah, bud," I added.
Bill sighed, grabbed his towel, and headed toward the shower. Sometimes he wondered why he kept coming here, day after day, week after week, just to punish his muscles. Sure, he stayed in shape. The wife appreciated that. But he was far more in shape than any other guy in the neighborhood or at the office. He could easily let a few days go. Anyway, he had to get back to the office to—
He stopped in his tracks when he saw the young guy leaning against the wall by the shower door.
"Oh! Excuse me." Bill started to walk past him.
"Hey, man. Sup?"
The young man’s query made Bill glance at him again, and that’s when he saw the eyes. They weren’t the normal “hey how you doin?” eyes of the locker room. They were eyes searching for something. Searching for Bill.
Bill paused. Looked back. Wow. ”Oh … I’m fine. You?”
"Cool." The guy kept his hands, adorably, over his junk. "Looking good out there."
Bill blushed and felt his stomach jump. Never in a million years would he have guessed this guy had paid any attention “out there,” in the weight room where they had just been. Sure, Bill had checked this guy out, the guy was hot. But he’d never, ever, seen the guy actually look back at him.
"Oh! Um, thanks. Ha! Yeah, you, uh, you look good, too. Out there, I mean." Bill suddenly felt like a sophomore in high school. He was charting new territory here.
"Yeah." The guy smiled. "Saw ya lookin’." He winked.
Suddenly, Bill knew why he had kept coming here day after day, week after week … and why he would continue to.