what I guessed was the back door, to the left I could see a corridor of single room doors, plag his hand on my arse and squeezing lightly I was guided to a door on the right. Knog softly and whispering louder than he realised the black guy called someone called Wayne, a guy opehe door ushered us in with a shake of his head, then closed and locked the door behind us, leading us through a sed door the bloke then slid a cou front of it. With the two doors shut behind us it must of been secure because the black guy turo me and introduced Wayne and another bloke sitting in a vinyl armchair as Trev. Wayne nodded his head but didn' t say a word, all he wore was a thin, worn looking towel around
his waste, he was around 28, over six foot with soft, gentle looking eyes, I don' t usually notice eyes but the tract between his eyes and his body really hit me. He had a bull ned a fu' solid, wide chest, but his gut and heavy arse showed a lifetime of physical work and alot of beer afterwards, from the style of the tattoo and the close cropped hair I thought he must of been army. Trev looked at me and nodded before looking over at the black guy; "so Jay mate, d' ya get it?" "Nah, too fu' stoned...n' I got distracted". Trev had a smartarse look about him, his hair cut and body was alot like Wayne' s except the folds on his stomach as he sat in the chair showed he didn' t have a gut, when I caught a glimpse of ' HMAS something on his arm I khey must of been navy blokes of around the same age. All the time he eaking he laying with a hard on that pushed at the front of his blue briefs, rubbing his crotch like he was I could tell he was one of those
horny bastards that you' d catch at work jag themselves off ioilet. With a smirk on his face he asked Jay to get closer to the armchair, Jay walked over with that same tent I' d seen in his track pants earlier on. Trev stuck his hands down the front of Jay' s pants and pulled them down to reveal the long , t