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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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When I worked in London we all used to go out on a Friday night and get pissed. One Friday a lad who had just started in our office called Steve Smith cane out with us. Although he lived in London we caught the same train through Clapham Junction and I suggested he could stop at mine in Earlsfield. We got off the train and went back to my flat. Both pissed I set up the sofa bed for him. In the morning I took him in a coffee. I was wearing just a tiny pair of white cum stained lycra pants and probably a touch of morning glory. I had on a pair of tights white trunk style briefs. We just sat talking about the hot birds in the pub the night before and I kept glancing at his bulge. As we worked together and he was good looking and seemed to be popular with the girls in our office, I was too scared to make a move. Although I did think he was glancing at my cock which was growing in my lycra pants. After an hour I think I said something like "I suppose I better get dressed!" He said "You don't have too!" . I should have taken that as a green light I guess but didn't actually on it and now I often wonder what might have been . |
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