I fixed my eyes on my wedding ring, rubbing my thumb over my husband's engraved initials. RB. Robert Benedict.
"You've been rubbing that thing since we got here," Mike said. Conrad looked up at his friend, who was just sipping a cup of coffee and eyeing the waitress. Not just eyeing her. Eating her with his eyes. Mike had hungry eyes. You could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his depraved face. He snapped his eyes away from the waitress. "Did something happened to your hubby?"
Conrad smiled.
"No...Sorry. I lost it today," Conrad said. "The ring, I mean. I take it off to shower, but I always remember to put it back on. I was leaving the house when I noticed and I just lost my mind over it. Bobby was laughing at me as he led me to the bathroom to show where I had left it. Right there on the bathroom cabinet. It was pretty funny."
"What, did you feel guilty?"
"I guess."
Mike brushed a hand through his blond hair, shaking his head. "Jesus. When I lost mine," he said, showing it on his finger. "I just bought another one. Sylvia didn't even notice."
"No way. I wouldn't lose mine."
"You just did today," Mike said, smiling cruelly. "I'm just messing with you. Bobby didn't seem to mind at all."
Conrad shrugged. Still, he took a comfort in rubbing the ring with his thumb over and over, promising himself to never lose it again.
"Oh shit," Mike said. He rose up, brushing his hand over the coffee stains in his clothes, making them worse. It fell over his pants, shirt and suit. "No fucking way. Shit. Fuck, Connie, I need to do a presentation today. Why the hell are you smiling?"
Conrad was indeed smiling.
"Well, I remember you saying that my spares over at my office was a waste of time. Here we are."
Mike's eyes shone with delight.
"My man. I said that because you wouldn't ever need them. You're not stupid like me. Let's go?"
Conrad nodded. The pretty waitress helped us out, getting a big tip from Mike, but no more hungry looks.
The little wardrobe in Conrad's office contained a few spares, you never knew when you needed a quick shower. He had a private bathroom too. His office was big. Mike waited as he arranged another light blue suit, a white shirt and dark pants. When Conrad turned around, Mike was already shirtless, his back to Conrad.
While he watched, Mike pulled down his pants. He revealed his white briefs, circling nicely around his uptight butt. Conrad shouldn't look. But the most embarrassing part was yet to come.
Conrad prepared himself mentally to look straight into Mike's eyes and never look down as his friend turned around. But the preparation was in vain, because the moment it was on sight, Conrad's eyes were brought down for a split second to the magnetic bulge. He looked up as fast as he could, but he knew that Mike had seen it.
He'll never trust me again, Conrad thought.
Then, Mike laughed.
"Oh my god, Connie...you're blushing so hard."
"I'm not...what are you talking about?"
Mike laughed harder, which helped Conrad a bit. It helped because he was getting mad.
"What?" he asked.
"Hey, I'm fully aware that I was stripping in front of my friend who is GAY. Don't worry."
"I wasn't..."
"Ohhh so you weren't looking at my bulge with eyes like these?" he said in a mocking tone and bulging eyes.
"Fuck you," Conrad said, smiling.
"At least tell me if you liked what you saw?"
"I'll beat you, Michael."
Mike laughed. "I'd rather not. You look pretty tough."
"I'm not the one obsessed with muscles. Well, not this a particular way."
Mike snorted.
"I have muscles," Mike said when he calmed down. "But you have size."
"Well..." Now Conrad stared straight into that bulge with confidence. "I definitely do have size."
Mike's mouth dropped for a second.
"Cheap blow, my man," he said. He inspected his own cock, grabbing it. "This is more than enough."
Conrad was aroused. He hid it better that time.
"Well, go on ahead to your presentation."
"I'll keep you posted." Mike dressed up.
Mike came back a little later, thanking Conrad again for the help and announcing that his presentation had been successful. He stood by the door.
"A bit wide for me, even with all the gym work," Mike said about the clothes. "Specially here." He grabbed his crotch. Conrad stirred again. There was something about a sexy blond like Mike grabbing his bulge...while wearing Conrad's clothes.
Conrad felt a bit guilty, so he had to say something to his husband when he got home.
"Funny thing happened today," he said. He told most of it, except the bits that made him feel embarrassed.
"Chicken is almost ready," Bobby announced, smiling. He was shirtless, showing the lean chest, covered with dark hair. He stood by the oven, pale skin glowing with sweat. "Did he give the clothes back?"
"Not yet."
"At least those spares had some use. I thought they would never see the light of day."
"Funny, Mike said about the same thing."
"Huh. Maybe because we are right."
Conrad smiled sweetly. He walked over and kissed his husband.
"Come on, I'm sweaty," Bobby complained.
"So what? I like manly sweat."
"No, stop it," he said, voice mellow, but Conrad knew him enough to know that he really didn't want anything.
Bobby just didn't want to upset Conrad, which was fine, he guessed. At least he cared. Bobby didn't like to feel dirty. Not even during sex.
"Dinner smells delicious," he said. Complimenting the food made his hubby happy.
Then, he went to take a shower. He half expected Bobby to follow him, get inside and have some fun. God knew he was in the mood for it. But Bobby wasn't a shower guy either.
Conrad took off his wedding ring, but after he was done with the shower, he didn't forget to put it back on.
In the following morning, Mike gave the clothes back. He showed up in the office with a big smile.
"Here you go, big guy. Thank you again."
"You're welcome."
"I didn't like to feel so small, though. Look at this," Mike said, showing his pants...how tight it was. He gave a little twirl to show his butt too. "See, everything is so big it's trying to get out."
"That's why you like tighty whities."
"Gotta compensate somehow."
"I think you're fine."
"Really?" Mike sounded interested. Conrad was a bit more embarrassed. "You know, I like this. You sometimes feel so closed up, buddy. We should be able to joke around."
Problem was, Mike's jokes usually ended up with Conrad getting hard. During the following days, he began to make questions about Conrad's relationship, digging for details of their sex life. He made Conrad blush every time. He wasn't surprised when Conrad admitted that Bobby was always the one who got penetrated.
"Big guy like you...it's pretty obvious," Mike said, when they were drinking their coffee at the shop.
"It would surprise you how much that's not the case with some big guys."
"But with you, it is."
"Yes."
Mike smiled weirdly. They finished their coffee and returned to work. He got a message from Mike later saying that he was going to meet him before going home, and Conrad met him at the elevator.
