EOFY Party

Will Henry was in the toilets at 5.30pm.

He took off his shirt. “Here hold this.” He handed me his shirt. He took off his pant 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.

He painted war paint on his face. He turned and said to me, with a shrug. “Bit of fun.”

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

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

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