Fuck Me Friday: marriage guidance

Mr Gay

There are occasions when not even I can believe how giving I am.

I am the epitome of charity.

I am a fecking saint, so I am.

I will do anything for my friends.

ANYTHING!

Will you Dom my husband?

Well OK!

Seems that my friend Jane is a rather perverted wife.

She likes to see her husband getting hurt.

Nothing sadistic, you understand.

Oh god no.

Well actually I’m not all that sure what she wants.

Just don’t kill him.

Well I know that.

Do you think I haven’t done this before?

The unfortunate creature is one of those 50 Shades loving types.

I’m to be Mr Grey for the night.

Grey? I know, how boring.

Who wants to be a shade of grey when you can be Mr Gay?

But I’ll do it.

Not for her.

Christ no.

I’m doing it for me.

I want to fuck him in the ass.

And in the head, over his face…… you get the idea.

I’ve never actually read 50 Shades.

But I think I can wing it.

Choking, slapping, clamping, maybe a few punches.

Some terse words….

Hey presto you have a sub at your feet begging you to use him like ten euro rent boy.

Straight people really are sick, perverted people.

I mean what the fuck!

That’s really fucked up dude.

Fucked up!

Fuck!

Who the feck just sits there and watches?

That shit is weird.

Anyway, I won’t let her craziness put me off.

Maybe he’ll see the errors of his ways?

Perhaps he will leave her and become my gimp?

You know German men are all gay subs right?

Yeah suddenly it makes more sense.

He’s European and middle aged.

He’s bound to be a fucking pervert!

Stay tuned!

 

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Excerpt:

Beautiful, decadent, depraved London! I love the place. Or to be more accurate, I love English guys. Just call me a tea queen. London is my escape. It was the place I ran away to when I needed to get away from the stress of hiding who I was. Can you imagine how exciting it was to be living here? No one who cared knew about me. How comforting it was just to be another face in the crowd. 

Of course, back then I was not Conor Murphy, Superstar. No, I was a shy insecure Irish homo in the city and fair game to all the older predatory guys. Wow, I make myself sound like a weak little twink. In the most important way, I was. The body of a Greek god was undermined by a fragile mind.

Having said all that, I still had plenty of fun. A tremendous excitement fills you when you get your hands on cock or get fucked for the first time. That fragile, naive mind stops you from taking in what’s happening to you on a deeper level. You simply enjoy the superficial, the orgasms and, well, the orgasms mostly. Had I been a good Catholic boy, I would have been wracked with guilt. Maybe I would have gone into that whole BDSM scene.

Yeah, hit me again, I like it. Beat that sin out of me.

Anyway, that was then. I’ve been to Damascus and back, and now I’m going to wreak havoc on on all the hot English bottoms in London. My mission is made easier by the simple fact that the Brits love Irish lads, and I love English hole. I love it so much! I want, I want, I want! Never let me loose in a sweet shop. You won’t see me for days. 

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