The phrase “Thank God It’s Friday” or TGIF expresses relief and anticipation for the weekend after a long work week.[1] When saying the whole phrase, some may opt for “Thank Goodness It’s Friday”, based on their personal preference. As with so many popular phrases, it’s not surprising that TGIF has made its way into pop culture over the years. Thank God It’s Friday is a 1978 American musical comedy directed by Robert Klane. Produced at the height of the disco craze, the film features the Commodores performing "Too Hot ta Trot", and Donna Summer singing “Last Dance”.
For Harold, 29, hairy and versatile, TGIF has always meant “Tongue Goes In First”. You’d be surprised at all the places on a man’s body he has stuck his dark pink sword. In each case, the aim is to feel good or trigger pleasure. French kiss and rimming come to mind, but Harold’s experience is way more diversified. Of all fives senses, taste (gustation) is the one that Harold treasures the most. The ability and pleasure to perceive flavors, using the taste buds on the tongue, has enriched his sexual life, as you are soon to find out.
But let’s first see how several idioms and expressions use the word “tongue” to convey a variety of meanings related to speaking, including being quick-witted, deceitful, or restrained. For example, “bite your tongue” means to refrain from speaking, while “slip of the tongue” refers to an unintentional mistake in speech. Other expressions like “silver-tongued” or “forked tongue” describe someone’s ability to persuade or deceive with their words. “Hold one’s tongue” is to remain silent, while “set tongues wagging” means causing people to gossip about someone.
When Harold graduates from Jarvis Collegiate Institute, the oldest high school in Toronto, he is pressured to take his friend Louise to the prom, to dance with her, and even engage in kissing. He does so while setting his eyes on George, the quarterback who likes to parade in a sweaty jockstrap after each game. The sportsman did not invite a girlfriend to the prom. He is more interested in flirting with Harold. The two 18-year-old boys hang around the bar while Louise chats with the pompom girls; they sip their beer and make eye contact. Harold dares to pat George on the back, and to let his hand brush against the quarterback’s buttocks.
Excited, he imagines himself French-kissing George. What a surprise it is when the sportsman whispers to him: “meet me in the locker room at 11:30”. As soon as Harold drops Louise to her home, he comes back to Jarvis Collegiate Institute and heads for the locker room. George has already removed his clothes, keeping on a Bike 10 jockstrap. Harold rushes to kiss him passionately.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. Your mouth is so tasty, you are so fucking hot in a jockstrap!”
“I love the feeling of our tongues twisting together, my friend. Would you like to taste my cock too? It’s already hard and juicy!”
This is Harold’s first gay sex experience. He is on cloud nine. He bends down to sniff George’s bulging pouch, to bite his rod and pull it out. His tongue licks the 8 inches of manhood and wiggles into the pee hole. It’s arguably the smallest orifice a man has, but oh so arousing! George is eager to face-fuck his buddy. “Your tongue, your mouth, your throat, your brain are in for an apotheose of gustation!” Instinctively, because it’s his first time, Harold keeps a dose of sperm to lubricate his virile kiss. The two young men promise to repeat the experience the next time they get the chance.
George introduces Harold to two football players, Nelson and Brad who are also gay but in the closet. “They’re hairy and have been dreaming of fooling around with you ever since I told them how expert your tongue is. They can’t wait for a threesome.” Harold meets them and lets his tongue go wild: kissing, then licking armpit and hairy balls. He finds the taste of sweat so intoxicating. Harold is attracted to men because of their virility, their hairiness, their almost suffocating smell. It makes him hard as a stallion.
Nelson and Brad initiate him to ass eating, making sure that he caresses, kisses, spanks, bites and licks their butt before tongue darting their shit hole. Harold takes the spin quickly and it doesn’t take him long to tongue-twist his way deep inside, making them moan with pleasure. They invite him to kiss ass hole and lips back and forth. TGIF is the game: Tongue Goes In First, whatever the hole.
Oral fun is at the top of Harold’s list, but ass pounding is not far behind (no play on word, lol). He loves to get fucked while sucking a second partner. “There is nothing more enticing than feeling a cock deep inside me while licking one myself!” Well, maybe licking cum dripping from an ass hole can be more exciting! The two football players give Harold a hot opportunity to experience felching. He finds out the joy of fucking a butt without a rubber, shooting his load, and then planting his mouth to suck out his own warm sperm. Nelson and Brad insist on kissing to pass the creamy nectar in their mouth.
For Harold, there is no tricky technique involved, no elaborate kit is needed to get going. All he requires is a brimming hole, his willing mouth, and a thoroughly filthy imagination. Once Nelson and Brad have been sufficiently pumped with love juice, mouth comes into play. Harold bends them over or hauls their legs in the air, and limbers up his tongue, proceeding to suck the spunk out. Yep, he literally eats them out, foraging for that precious protein!
[1] The origins of the phrase TGIF have been disputed over the years, but in 1941 the Encyclopedia of Slang seems to have been the first to use TGIF in print. The post includes a quote from The Marion Star (local Ohio newspaper, USA) that reads: “I thought I’d heard of everything in the way of booster clubs, alumni organization and the like, but this city, home of the Ohio State university Buckeyes […] has come up with one that tops them all. It’s the “Thank God It’s Friday” Club, composed entirely of undergraduates." Today, you’re more likely to hear people use the abbreviated version of the saying: TGIF” When saying the whole phrase, some may choose to either say “Thank Goodness It’s Friday” or “Thank God It’s Friday”, based on their personal preference.
While the phrase TGIF may trace its origin to the heartland of the US, there are slight variations or other equivalents used by people around the world. Each one serves to celebrate the end of the work week, and the fun and relaxation associated with the weekend. In the Netherlands, people say Het is bijna weekend! (the weekend is almost there!). In Latvian, you would say Paldies Dievam piektdiena ir klat! which directly translates to Thank God It’s Friday! Among Tagalog speakers in the Philippines, you are likely to hear Salamat diyos ko biyerenes na, which literally translates as Thank you my god, it's already Friday! In France, people do say Enfin le week-end! (the weekend at last!) or Enfin le vendredi! (Finally, it’s Friday!).
