#unzipped and unloaded

“Do you think they’ll notice if we slipped away during the speeches and went and got out dicks sucked?”

Apparently nobody did, as they snuck up to my room, unzipped, and took turns unloading in my mouth, recycling their beer-laced loads. 

Word must have gotten around, as throughout the evening, the rest of the team came up, two or three at a time, to get their knobs polished. 

Drunk, horny, rugby boys at a boring awards dinner are the best!

(I’ve already booked my room for year’s event.)