GregAs I glanced around the club I was struck by the heady smell of sweaty men and the s****l tension. Actually, that was probably just me, because much as I tried to avoid it I was permanently horny at the moment. The only way I could seem to get release was to think about Simon, and I was trying really hard not to let that happen. Hard was of course the operative word. I’d even had to buy some new clothes for work so I had some roomier trousers.
I looked around again, not really concentrating, but my eyes stopped moving suddenly when my attention was drawn to a man crossing the room. It was just the back of him, but I noted with interest the line of his trousers where they cupped his arse, and the long hair in waves that fell between his shoulder blades. I reckoned Simon’s hair would lo
