Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player Part 5. Just a teaser…….

Confessions of a Gay Rugby Player Part 5. Just a teaser…….

Confessions of a gay rugby player, part 5“Move aside sweetie.” There is never enough room in a toilet cubicle. Hardly room to swing a cat, let alone fuck.

“God, this is so tacky. Why can’t we find a better place to cut a few lines?”

“Quit complaining and take a line.” Beverly has always loved her charlie. She is a typical D4 coke whore. If only her daddy could see her now. Mind you he’s a barrister, and probably snorts coke off his devil’s bare ass. Ah the Dublin nouveau riche, one generation out of the bog and already part of the Ascendancy.

“Fuck me!” Bev is wired, very fucking wired. “That’s some good coke. Who did you get it from?”

“Hurry up in there! There is a line”.

“Fuck off you skank!” Like I said, she’s only one generation out of the bog. Bev marches out, past a line of skinny, orange lolly pop heads, all waiting to get in the cubicle and take a few lines of their own.

 

Released Spring 2015

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