Those poor women.
But you know what they say, you just can’t compete against cock.
Once a man has had a taste of it there’s no going back.
He’s going to be a homo-chollo and thats it.
That’s not to say he’s going to leave her.
Hell no, Irish boys never leave their mammys.
But mammys only going to get fucked once a year, when he’s shit faced drunk.
And full of guilt.
How do I know all this?
Louis was telling me all about it.
He’s one of the many Brazilian rent boys in Dublin.
He spends his evenings cross dressing and fucking married men up their holes.
I’ll never get ‘straight’ men.
They want to suck cock and get pounded into the headboards.
But not by a muscled hunk.
No, by a muscled hunk in a frock, answering to the name of Mariella!
Like I said, I feel sorry wives.
But you know who I really feel sorry for?
Louis of course.
He’s a bottom having to top.
As you can imagine he is really a crap top.
All pounding and no finesse.
But I guess he knows what his clients want.
As a true friend I had to give him a lesson on how to fuck ass.
A practical demonstration if you will.
I thought about charging him, you know, for the craic.
But I thought better of it.
The poor boy really can’t be waisting his precious G money on me.
Besides, those custom thongs that he wears don’t come cheap!