The 7 Signs of Man

Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Anger, Envy, Pride…

Who are we kidding? Sins? That’s who we are, through and through. That's what makes us human.

I can see them all with our straw-coloured hair boy Jason in his fotty – oops, ha ha, it is only frotty shorts when he is lying face down on his bed, rubbing his crotch into the bed clothes thinking about buddy James’ big cock in the shower after his western suburbs footy practise – footy shorts, the ones he's had since year 12 and which are now straining a bit at the seams.

Lust... he's got half a woody.

Gluttony... he's eaten way too many fish and chips and the top button is undone and the elastic band of his undies is visible.

Greed... he's running bare foot down the street towards home with armfuls of food bags, his arse looking even more pert than usual as he runs into the distance.

Sloth... laying on the couch comatose, his legs spread, akimbo, for the world to see.

Anger... every muscle in his bare torso taught, his waist narrow, his undies showing above his shorts, as he rages against the world.

Envy... his hand down the front of his shorts rubbing his hardon wantonly as he gazes off into the distance.

Pride... walking back up from a dip in the ocean, his wet shorts hugging all of his manly lumps in his shorts, leaving very little to the imagination. When that fat slug bounces around because he's taken his undies off for the swim as the wet elastic chaffs around his balls and across his arse.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he says with a smile.

“Jason, go and put some underwear on before your Aunt Jilly sees you and makes a comment.”

“I don’t care if Aunt Jilly makes a smart arsed comment about my todger.”

“Well, I do, Jason. Go and get changed.”

“Oh, Jesus fuck.”

“All the girls will be here soon and none of them want to see that.”

“How do you know? Ha, mum?”

“I know.”

“I’ll have you know there has been a few girls who have been very interested in seeing it.”

“Maybe that is so, sweet heart, but none of your sisters, or your cousins do, let me assure you, so go and get changed before they get here. There’s a good boy.”

Jason grumbles.

“And then come and help me, I have things I want you to do.”