Killing Time

Pretty much everyday going to work, I'll get stopped at the worlds longest light. There's usually 1 or 2 guys on the corner waiting to cross and my mind will inevitably drift to thoughts of what they look like with their shirt off. How hairy is his chest? Does he wax? On those luckiest of days, I can see a bulge. How much bigger will it get? I wonder what the sweat off his balls taste like and whether I would be able to take the whole thing? It's 2 blocks to my office and now I've got to sit in the parking lot 5 to 10 minutes to lose my erection. And that is the story of why I'm 10 minutes late to work 3 or 4 days a week.