EOFY Party

Will Henry was in the toilets at 5.30pm. I was at the sink washing my hands.

He took off his shirt. “Here hold this.” He handed me his shirt. He took off his pants and handed them to me.

And there he was standing in front of me in his white jocks. He was sun tanned, not at all sure if it was a real sun tan, and bulging. I looked. It was hard not to look.

He pulled on a pair of really low riding camouflage pants. He put on a sleeveless jacket.

“What do you think?” Will said.

“I liked you better with less on.”

“Oh, shut up,” said Will.

He painted war paint on his face. He turned and said to me, with a shrug. “It’s just a bit of fun.”

“How did you learn to do that?” I asked.

“Sisters.”

He ran his hand down his bare chest and over his bulge, momentarily grabbing on. “Good,” he said. 

“All there?” I said. I couldn’t help myself.

He laughed. He squeezed his bulge again. “All there.”

He turned to look at himself in the mirror. He nodded approvingly at himself.

EOFY party tonight, everyone was going. One of the big company parties through the year.

“You coming?” said Will.

“Huh?”

“Don’t tell me you’re not?”

“No, I am.”

“Good to hear.” Will patted me on the back. And then he was gone.

When Kaye heard I wasn’t going, she organised an outfit for me. Robin Hood, complete with green smock and brown tights. I got changed in my office.

It was your usual affair. No expense spared at the big hotel top of Collins Street. I was sat next to the CEO, of course I was. She looked gorgeous in a mauve velvet dress. She said she was a cartoon queen when pressed to explain her outfit. She had opera glasses on a stick and a tiara to finish off the ensemble.

There was lots of drinking, open bar, of course. I took full advantage of the free booze.

Several of the hot young lawyers thought it was funny to slip their hands up my smock. Jesus, you guys, not so fast, I’d let every one of you, I thought.

The secretaries were amazed at how well I can dance, well, you have your gay stripes torn off if you can’t, let’s face it. Some of the lawyers were impressed too.

Will Henry cornered me drunk late in the evening and asked me how I knew I was gay, amongst other things?

“Well, I’ve been looking at your arse all night,” I replied.

“Oh, shut up,” said Will Henry.

Taxi’s were hard to get early in the morning. 

I staggered off up Exhibition Street and up Lygon street in the wee small hours. Just one foot in front of the other, that’s all you have to do.

A couple of girls wolf whistled me once I was on the Carlton strip, me forgetting momentarily what I was wearing. Two of them wanted to take me home, they said they had been looking for a man all night. When I replied, “So have I.” Jokingly without really thinking about it.

One said, “what a waste.”

“Not for my boyfriend, it’s not,” I said.

The other said, “Isn’t it always the way.