Pub Cock Trauma
It was not long after I'd joined my current job and in the run-up to Christmas a Pub session was decided upon. Unusually for me, I went along.
And merriment there was aplenty until I happened to glance over to one of my more inebriated male colleagues and immediately picked up on the fact that something was ...odd. It took me a while to work out exactly what was off-kilter but eventually I homed in on the little white nugget of flesh poking out of his...
out of his...
(Welcome aboard my train of thought)
Holy nunfuck. He's got his cock out. He's sitting at a table full of colleagues, (many of whom were of the norkbearing type) and he's got his cock out.
Hmm. I really should stop gawping at his cock.
Oh look. Everybody else has noticed.
They don't seem too surprised.
Where on earth have I found myself?
Wow. He really does look pleased with himself.

At which point my Train of Thought got strafed by the rocket firing Typhoon of Dawning Horror and I headed for the bar at speed.

The End.
Waving about in the breeze.
(Big D, Thu 28 May 2009, 21:41, 4 replies)

I don't get it.
What was happening?
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Thu 28 May 2009, 22:21, closed)

Me neither...
... I like the writing and I really want to understand but, alas, there was no Typhoon of Dawning Horror for me.
(Rotimer was micturating windward at, Mon 1 Jun 2009, 12:58, closed)

My bad.
The short version: Office pissup. Colleague gets utterly hamstered. Gets his cock out for our education and entertainment. The lack of reaction from the ladies at the table puzzles me somewhat. I run away.
(Big D, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 9:13, closed)

Train of thought strafed by the rocket firing Typhoon of Dawning Horror
Oooh, am I the only person who gets this? (having been a Commando Comic reading kid)

*giggles*
(magentacock is spunking like it's nineteen ninety-nine..., Fri 29 May 2009, 0:09, closed)