Men

We're grouped together ready to party just standing around waiting for the coach. Not a stag do exactly, just us men. Before you ask, it wasn't fancy dress. A football Friday night out for a drink, one or two, possibly looking for sex. I certainly wasn't looking for sex, no women allowed in this lad’s party. Tam who’s just arrived is getting a drink, he’s our mate and first team footballing coach. Back from a wedding rehearsal; full dress. So he’ll be glad; being back amongst the men. We arrive at a pub heaving with men; just a handful of the opposite sex. God knows who came up with this **** address. It isn’t lively enough to party. We agree that we’ll get back on the coach, however, Tam bought us all one more drink. At the next pub I get the lads a drink, ‘Okay,’ I say to them, ‘It’s my round, men,’ and hand three pints of lager to the coach. My thoughts absentmindedly turn to sex, when I look towards a crowded hen party and see a girl in a skimpy red dress. ‘Check out the girl, in the little red dress,’ I say to Liam, passing him his drink. ‘I’d love to get an invite to that party.’ ‘Aye well, you, me, and the rest of the men; thoaght you wurny interested in sex?’ he says, as we watch her approach the coach. It’s half past two; the last round’s on the coach. He’s fondling the girl, his hands up her dress. ‘Jesus man, go outside if you want sex,’ I say, ‘It’s your round; last orders for drink. I’ll be up there with the rest of the men.’ The bar closes; it’s the end of the party. I board the coach with the rest of the men. It was a good party, plenty to drink, and Tam’s having sex wearing the red dress.