“Yeah, tons.”
“Just put those on, then a tank top or something, and that’s all you need.”
I frowned.“Sweatpants?”
“Let’s just say they hug everything just right.Not that I’m looking at your—” She raised her eyebrows.“But trust me.”
“Is this a thing?”I wondered.
“Oh, it’s a thing.”
“What’s a thing?”Kyle finally noticed we weren’t listening to his story.
If it had just been Kyle, I would’ve asked for his input too; he was a cool guy, and almost as into TMI as his wife.But with the others there, nah.No way.
“Banana chocolate martinis,” Bettina said without missing a beat.
Franny from accounting made a puking sound into her martini.“Gross.”
When the danger had passed, I leaned over and said quietly, “We’re kind of an HR nightmare, aren’t we?”
“Hey, we’re not in the office,” she pointed out with a grin.“Speaking of, we’re doing the thing at PNC Park again this year; did you see?I hope I get to meet him before then, but you should definitely invite this guy of yours.What’s his name?”
“Diego.”
“And are we keeping it quiet about Diego around the office?”
“No,” I said immediately.“Definitely not.”
That night, I stripped down to nothing before pulling on my thinnest, oldest pair of gray sweats.Kyle had confirmed the gray sweats thing for me after everyone else left, but neither he nor Bettina had suggested I go commando; I was improvising.I’d been teetering on the edge of a semi all damn day thanks to Diego, so even getting ready to take a pic for him had me hard.I tucked my heavy, swollen cock into the sweats and pulled them down real low, to show my hip bones.
Jesus, I used to have a really tight Adonis belt, back when I didn’t appreciate it.Now I was thicker around the middle, to say the least.I was in okay shape and could still bench 275-ish.But that was nothing compared to how I looked in college, when I was still working out and playing regularly.
I hadn’t had time the other night to think twice about my body; I was too busy enjoying Diego’s.But now I was a little disappointed with myself.Especially considering how he’d obviously worked on his look so hard while I’d let mine go.
Still, the sweats were hugging my cock pretty good.Made it look bigger than it was, and I got the feeling Diego would love that.I took a deep breath, turned slightly to the side, and snapped a few pictures.Then I pulled the waistband down a little more, showing off the top of my ass and a lot more hair down in front, and snapped a few more.Made sure the focus was below the navel, too.
Ugh, my cock and balls felt so fucking heavy.Holy shit, was this making me hotter, taking pictures like this?Or was it because I was thinking about Diego and his incredible legs in that skirt?
Whatever.I’d been horny as fuck all day; time to jerk off and go to bed.I sent Diego two of the pics that I thought looked the least terrible, and added the text:
Fit check?
Then I felt stupid for the question mark.Three little bubbles appeared almost immediately, and I was getting ready for a laughing emoji to appear as I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
The phone vibrated just as I set it down on the counter, though.I snatched it up and read:
Diego
Holy fuck daddy.
I laughed out loud.
Please wear that tomorrow.I’m gonna rub allllllll up on that bulge before I peel those sweats off.
The rush of blood to my already hard prick made me dizzy.I tried to focus on brushing my teeth, but the phone vibrated a few more times, and I couldn’t wait to see what else he’d say.
Goddamn boy got me all hot and bothered.Guess I deserve it.
