Sure, get him a drink

You run to the liquor cabinet, and poor Greg a large glass of scotch, you poor yourself another glass, and you walk back into the master bedroom. Greg doesn't ask any questions, he just grabs the glass and starts drinking. You take a few sips, but Greg empties the glass, and gets up to get another.

When he comes back in a few minutes later, you can see the **** is already getting to him. He has another, larger glass almost full with scotch, and you guess that would be enough to put anyone down for the night.

"She walked out on me..." Greg tells you. She just upped and walked out on me.

"Why?" You ask.

"Well, things weren't going so well, and I haven't really been able to have sex with her lately..."

You are a bit shocked that Greg has been so open about it, but you figure its most likely do to the large amount of booze he's already downed, but maybe he just needed to get it out.

"... what about the sex?" You venture, not sure what you should say, but the scotch seems to ask for you.

"Well, for starters there's this ED problem, but I could take pills for that. Its more complex, cuz I got this prostate issue..."

"Huh..." you say.

"I got an inlarged prostate I guess, and if I take both medicines, the ED stuff don't work. The alternative is to get the doc to give me a 'cleansing' every so often..."

"That doesn't sound so bad, as opposed to no sex." You reply

"Yeah, I dunno. I guess I don't want anything shoved up there, you know? But the wife, she has her 'needs' and apparently it was the stray that broke the camels back, you know?"

You take another strong drink of scotch, drying the glass, and you state the obvious. "You get someone else, someone you know to do that."

Greg eyes you strangely, apparently curious. "Like what, wifey shoves a dildo up my cornhole? No chance, bucko. Not letting any woman penetrate me... not a chance."

You stop for a second, like you are thinking, but the question was on your mind the whole time. "And if another guy were to help you out?"

Greg stands up a second, and you realize that theres a slight bulge in his pants. Greg isn't a bad looking guy, but he's fairly small like Ben, and getting a bit of pudge on him. He's mostly grey, with a few flakes of black in his hair, and he's about 5'6. He sits back down, realizing that he's getting a bit hard, and you can see that he's a bit flush. "Huh? What gay?" he slurs out.

You laugh. "I guess its gay... but if it helps you out with the wife, its not completely gay..."

"So I let a guy mount me, I then mount my wife?" Greg asks.

"Well, yeah, or the guy could mount you at the same time as your doing the wife."

"Still bullshit. I don't want any dick up in me..." Greg says, however, his dick says otherwise. His dress pants can't keep his dick down, like your jeans are keeping yours down.