The uses of a fag
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I saw this thing on some dude’s blog; a sign that said something like “If you’re only getting blow jobs, you’re not getting full use out of your fag.”
Well, i always believed in full service from my fags. In this sense, I was lucky because my first fag, walter, understood what being a fag as all about even before he became my fag. Our relationship was not even sexual for the first couple of years., I wouldn’t engage in any sex with walter until I turned 18. I just didn’t want to get the bitch in trouble with the law. I’ve written about this previously. But walter knew how to serve a Man. he cooked my meals, did my laundry, bought my clothes, Before i was old enough to drive, walter drove me everywhere i wanted to go. We would be watching TV and all I needed to say was “Gee, I’d love some ice cream” and walter was in the kitchen, digging my favorite flavor out of the freezer.
I managed to raise this to an art form my freshman year at college when I made my roommate goeff my fag. I’ve written about my sexual abuse of goeff, but nor very much about my other uses of the bitch. Of course, goeff cleaned the room. he made my bed every day and did my laundry., he ran all of my errands. I would say “Professor X has a book on reserve at the library, and goeff would pop up, put some clothes on and race over the the library. i never even had to ask. Or i would say “we’re out of beer.” and goeff, who I didn’t even allow to drink in the room, would race down to the convenience store and buy a couple of six packs. Some nights he was so busy running my errands and doing class assignments for my buddies on the baseball team whose classes I had goeff attend and whose class work I had goeff do, that he never got around to his own assignments. goeff would wash my car weekly and gas it up when it needed fuel. he would lick my sweaty pits when I came back from working out at the gym. When I fucked a girl on a date, goeff would lick and suck her scent off my cock (tears streaming down his cheeks – no doubt because of the load he had missed). Before I went out on a date, I would sometimes hit goeff up for money if I was too lazy or too late to go to the ATM. Most time I would pay the bitch back.
The fact of the matter is that the sex aside, a Real Man should not have to trouble himself with the hundreds of routine daily duties that so bog down society. Making beds, doing laundry, cleaning toilets, picking up the dry cleaning, washing the car, grocery shopping, taking out the trash, bringing in the mail and the newspaper, Why should a Real Man take time away from enjoying life for this kind of shit. That is what fags are for. And the beauty of it is that the fag fucking loves doing these things for a Man. a real fag gets fucking hard cleaning my toilet or doing my grocery shopping. he takes enormous, even sexual satisfaction out of ironing my tee shirts. So its really a win/win.
