I actually almost will mine on. I do a fairly cushy office job, and sometimes I get bored and think to myself "I'll spend ten minutes thinking about lesbians for a bit". At work the other day this woman was asking me about some reports and I was looking back at her like "FFS, can't you see I'm sat here with an erection? STFU and give me ten minutes. Christ!"
I remember years ago at a different company this guy from accounts came over and asked me if I could go and look at a spreadsheet on his computer. The only problem was, I'd drifted off and had a full erection, which would easily be seen if I stood up. I needed a minute or so for it to down, but I didn't want him to know that. I wondered how I could use all my guile, wit and intellect to put him off without him realising.
"You'll have to give me a couple of minutes, Dave," I informed him, "I've got a hard on."
Anyway, all this came to mind last Thursday, when I'd been leaning back in my chair, pretty much doing **** all. I was chatting to a girl who sits next me, when she kept looking down. Normally she only glances down to see if she's got something on her top when I've distracted her by staring at her ****, but this was a lower look, so I knew something was amiss.
I looked down, and my old fella - who had been happily stiff and harming no one for five minutes - had slipped out over my desk (still in my trousers - pants, Fat Yanks) and was resting by my keyboard like it wanted to press the space bar.
Ever the pro, I had to quickly will it semi-soft, and push it under the desk, as if it had just fallen on the table because of the extremely relaxed position I was in, rather than it standing to attention like a pan handle.
This ever happen to anyone?
I remember years ago at a different company this guy from accounts came over and asked me if I could go and look at a spreadsheet on his computer. The only problem was, I'd drifted off and had a full erection, which would easily be seen if I stood up. I needed a minute or so for it to down, but I didn't want him to know that. I wondered how I could use all my guile, wit and intellect to put him off without him realising.
"You'll have to give me a couple of minutes, Dave," I informed him, "I've got a hard on."
Anyway, all this came to mind last Thursday, when I'd been leaning back in my chair, pretty much doing **** all. I was chatting to a girl who sits next me, when she kept looking down. Normally she only glances down to see if she's got something on her top when I've distracted her by staring at her ****, but this was a lower look, so I knew something was amiss.
I looked down, and my old fella - who had been happily stiff and harming no one for five minutes - had slipped out over my desk (still in my trousers - pants, Fat Yanks) and was resting by my keyboard like it wanted to press the space bar.
Ever the pro, I had to quickly will it semi-soft, and push it under the desk, as if it had just fallen on the table because of the extremely relaxed position I was in, rather than it standing to attention like a pan handle.
This ever happen to anyone?
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