All a Bunch of Helpful Lads
We went to the finance picnic at lunch time in The Fitzroy Gardens. My boss tried to get out of it, we are flat out, and it didn’t go down well with the new boss.
I’m sure I know the new finance director, Remy. I’m sure I know his face from some where and as my recent past, or not so resent past, has been, pretty much, all gay, where do I know him from? He’s a semi-handsome darker-skinned guy who, when I gaze at him and cast my mind back, I get snippets of shirtless and drug fucked. I can’t get any firm picture of him in my head though.
We ate lunch in the Fitzroy Gardens rotunda. The food was bought in tubs. The Chris Cringle presents were bought in boxes. I’m sure I got to see all the cute finance guy’s jocks, by the time they’d finished lifting and carrying and moving and placing. They were being a bunch of helpful lads.
Ashley's were blue – he’d have a pretty cock. Daniel's were black – he’d have a big fat cock (apparently, he is getting married in the new year, lucky is the girl who is going to get "dicked" by him). Alex's were cream and old - how I'd like to sniff them. I’d just want to lick his arse. The hot Indian guy had on black jocks with huge embossed white writing, which just suited his skin so much, when he held his winning raffle ticket in the air. I picture him with a big, black sausage. They all had big writing in the elastic. They are a cute bunch of boys.
I've got a jocks fetish, I admit it.
I’m sure I know the new finance director, Remy. I’m sure I know his face from some where and as my recent past, or not so resent past, has been, pretty much, all gay, where do I know him from? He’s a semi-handsome darker-skinned guy who, when I gaze at him and cast my mind back, I get snippets of shirtless and drug fucked. I can’t get any firm picture of him in my head though.
We ate lunch in the Fitzroy Gardens rotunda. The food was bought in tubs. The Chris Cringle presents were bought in boxes. I’m sure I got to see all the cute finance guy’s jocks, by the time they’d finished lifting and carrying and moving and placing. They were being a bunch of helpful lads.
Ashley's were blue – he’d have a pretty cock. Daniel's were black – he’d have a big fat cock (apparently, he is getting married in the new year, lucky is the girl who is going to get "dicked" by him). Alex's were cream and old - how I'd like to sniff them. I’d just want to lick his arse. The hot Indian guy had on black jocks with huge embossed white writing, which just suited his skin so much, when he held his winning raffle ticket in the air. I picture him with a big, black sausage. They all had big writing in the elastic. They are a cute bunch of boys.
I've got a jocks fetish, I admit it.
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