Tim needs more coffee

Tim sat at his desk, typing on his computer, writing numbers, stapling shit together. For four years of tertiary education, he certainly won the jackpot in exciting jobs. Whilst the pay was good and his coworkers were friendly enough, he felt like a robot all day. Same thing, each and every day, for the rest of life. What a prospect!

He'd grown accustomed to drinking coffee to keep himself from sleeping on the job. He promised Jacqui, his wife, that next time they have a kid, he be the stay at home dad, so he can escape this. Oh Jacqui. Tim felt he won the jackpot when he landed his now wife. Meeting through a mutual friend, the two had a smooth relationship that resulted in marriage after two years and the birth of their now two year old daughter the following year.

God, just thinking of his wife made Tim horny. That coffee he just finished tasted like someone had stuck tuna in it or something, but he couldn't deny the warm tingling it gave him. Tim began rubbing the front of his pants, thinking of his sexy wife. If he wasn't at work, he would be home, kissing her neck, making his way down to nibble on her-

"Tim, my main man!"

"Oh my- Fred, hey!" Tim smiled, flustered.

"Didn't mean to startle you," Fred grinned, leaning against his cubicle, "I was just going up for the coffee run. Do you need a refill?"

"Oh, yeah." Tim said, grabbing his empty mug, "I might join you actually."

"Great!" Fred said, still grinning down at Tim.

Tim stood and walked past Fred, out of his cubicle. Shockingly, he swore he could feel Fred's bulge rub against him. Even more shocking, he didn't mind. Shaking the feeling, Tim and Fred made their way to the staffroom, passing colleagues on their way past. Much to Tim's paranoia, it felt as if his erection was twitching, pointing to each coworker as they passed. Despite this, Tim felt no need to cover up.

"So how's Jacqui?" Fred asked, as they stood next to the coffee machine.

"She's doing fine," Tim answered, feeling his cock respond to the mention of Jacqui, "She's having trouble with one of her colleagues who's being a stubborn, old bitch, but she's well otherwise. How's Harriet?"

"Oh, you know, same old," Fred responded, staring at Tim in a way he never had before, "She's been working harder recently which has been making her tired. She hasn't been putting out as often."

"Oh." Tim gulped, glancing down at Fred's large bulge, "I'm sure you could just wank out a load when you get the time."

"Are you offering?" Fred asked, his hand dropping to grope himself.

"Umm..." Tim did not know how to respond to that.

He turned around, hoping to leave and slink back into his cubicle, only to notice three heads poking out of their own cubicles. Not only that, but they were the three coworkers he passed before, all staring at him sinfully. Neil's arm movements even looked to be masturbating in his own cubicle, the dirty perv. Tim suddenly felt Fred's hand grab his arse, the other snaking to grab his bulge.

"What do you say Tim?" He whispered, his voice gravelly, "Are you going to help me?"