The Sun Shines

The guys in town today all had their everything out on show, when I headed out for lunch. It was sunny and singlet tops and small shorts were the order of the day. Guys with muscles. Arms. Chests. Skin is best. Smiles and tans.

And legs in shorts, hairy thighs, thick calves. Shorts you can see their crack up the back of as they walk. You know, the arse chew, walking up and down Collins Street.

You just got to love it when the sun shines, when you go out for a sandwich. Head on a swivel, tongue out. Ha ha.

It’s good to go out at lunch time just to have a perve, after dealing with demanding clients. Small shorts, tight and snug – long shorts, baggy shorts, footy shorts, all sorts of shorts. A visual smorgasbord, but don’t stay out there too long, or you’ll end up in the bog after lunch having a tug. 

Or maybe that's just me.


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