We all know how frustrating it can be when neither party can accommodate. It's all too common now it seems that nearly everyone works from home. I've dramatised a real event from my recent past, and obviously I've changed names and locations to maintain discretion.
I met Tony on this site a while ago. It was the usual "cock attraction" that happens between two married guys who are clearly lacking sexual attention at home. We chatted and exchanged messages for a while, then friend invites were sent swiftly followed by phone numbers. We'd chat about what we'd like to do together if we ever managed to actually meet up. Like me, he was kind of orally fixated and spent a lot of time watching 70s gay porn with hung and hairy guys sucking eachother to a sticky, spermy mess. We would talk about how great it would feel and became increasingly frustrated as we were just not able to make it happen.
My wife works from home. She has her office set up in the house, and I have mine in the garden room about 10 metres away. It's far enough away that I can see her walk from the house and she can't see me, so wanking isn't dfficult for me as I have a clear ten seconds to flick off the porn and zip up before she gets anywhere near the office. I also have to make the occasional Zoom call so I tend to pull the blinds down and lock the door so I'm not interupted.
On Monday, I was in my office, online, cock out and stroking when Tony buzzed me.
"Hey mate, what're you up to?" he said.
"Oh, not much" I said, "Just having a break from work".
He laughed. "Wanking then...."
"You know me well" I laughed back.
Tony said, "I wish I was wanking it for you mate. Imagine huh?"
That made my cock even harder in my hand and I made a flash decision.
"Are you free? Now?" I asked, expecting him to not be.
He replied with, "Yeah, but as always you can't accommodate. It's pointless even discussing it."
"Just come round in an hour" I answered. "Leave it to me. Here's my address, and bring some files with you. Anything, it doesn't matter what. It's for appearances. And Tony?"
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Don't wear any pants". I chuckled and hung up.
I went into the house and told my wife, Jan, that a colleague was coming round to my office so we could share a Zoom with Head Office. It'd be pretty intense and we didn't want to be disturbed. She was fine with it and carried on with her work.
The hour passed and Tony drove up to the house. I went outside and met him at the car. I knew Jan was watching from the window so I shook hands with Tony and made it look all business-like. He muttered to me,
"I hope your wife can't see my crotch, because I'm hard as a bloody rock! And with no pants it's REALLY showing".
I glanced down. "Yes, it really is showing, but I'm sure she can't see it from the house. Let's go inside".
We entered the office and shut the blinds.
"Just one more thing I need to do before we start" I said. Then I walked past Tony to the door (brushing past his crotch as I passed) and went to make coffee for us "pre-meeting".
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