The twenty year old accounts boy, at work, he's really cute, as a button. His dad is Vietnamese, his mum, Italian. Nuggety. He comes in in his motorbike gear, looking like a porn star.
He wears those tight blue suit pants, I can't help but notice when we are at the photocopier together. That hot arse.
I've pictured him in his undies. Twice I've headed off to the toilet, after that thought.
I've imagine licking him out, looking out of the corner of my eyes, as the machine whirls masks any intensions I might have.
I really would like to put a finger inside him, listen to him groan, as I feel him all wet around my longer finger.
Feel the hairs in his crack, as he pushes back.
"I like it," he says, in that husky voice of his, as he pushes his back into my chest.
I'd do him on all fours, blue slacks around his ankles, his business shirt push into his arm pits, as I kissed his neck. He gets the back of his head shaved.
I'd cum inside him, I'd have to, he's is just that size.
Cute as a fucken button. Soccer playing thighs, slender back. It is known, in the office, he lift weights.
Guido came over with a joint. Can you tell?
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