Wo is me.
I am but a weak and feeble man, subject to torments of the flesh.
Why won’t anyone save me from myself?
There is a fine young thing in the office.
He’s brash, confident, hot and a complete bottom.
How do I know this?
I checked him out on Gaydar.
He has that cute nerd/punk thing going on.
And wears wonderfully tight trousers.
Oh the buns……..
I must be strong.
Repeat after me: Never!
Say it like an Ulsterman.
Absolutely on no account am I to fuck this man.
Never surrender to the ass!
It matters not that he has sexy tattoos.
It’s irrelevant that has a cute bottom.
Yesterday was just the worst day in my working life.
My long suffering PA even caught me leering at him.
“If you fuck him I will cut your balls off”.
Damn, I love this woman.
Why would he do such a thing?
No good can possibly come of it.
He messaged me on Gaydar.
“I’m really looking forward to working with you, see you at work tomorrow”.
With a private picture attached.
A close up of his most perfect asshole.
The evil bastard!
Oh but what an asshole.
What an ass.
Tanned, smooth, slightly gaping, with perfect shaved balls.
You women won’t understand.
But he has a ring that I could lick for days.
It is my one true weakness.
I am a slave to the ring.
It’s just a matter of time.
I’m just going to have to fire him.
How would you resist a hottie who wanted you?