This started one night a few years ago. I was at this fag bar with a girl I was seeing at the time, she was mates with a few queers so I went along to some birthday thing with her, not my scene but I wanted to fuck her later on, so I put up with the shit music and faggots checking me out, my dick in constant semi looking at her ass. I don't hate queers, as long as they're respectful, they can even be useful. That night my girl was gonna get drunk on these faggots' money, and then I was gonna fuck her. That's faggots being useful. I don't really understand fag rights movements, they the right to make themselves useful to real men, surely that's enough right?
So with this thought in mind I was standing at the urinal having a good long beer piss when this ugly looking old queer comes up close next to me and says in a low voice "can i clean your dick when you're finished sir?"
Wtf? I knew fags were sick fucks when it came to sex but this took me by surprise. Without thinking I said "what's it worth faggot?" Quick as anything the queer pulls out his wallet and produced a twenty. "Try again", I said, looking him in the eye, and he rummaged in his pocket for another.one. Must be his taxi fair, I thought. Fine by me.
I finished pissing, turned to him and wiped my dick on his jeans, took his money with the other hand and said, "cheers queer"". His face was fucking priceless, mouth hanging open like he wanted to say something but was thinking better of it. I just grinned at him, put my cock away and walked out. I went straight to the bar and bought a bottle of champagne, not the best stuff but all it cost me was a few drops of piss on some cunt's jeans.That's not a bad transaction.
So me and my girlfriend enjoy this bottle, I give her a cheeky finger under the table, buzzing on the booze and how great it is to be me, the faggot from the toilet stood not far away, trying to grab a look or two. I fix him a stare, smile, and wink. The fucker nearly jumps, stands upright, like a butler or some shit. I crease up laughing, and my girl asks me what's so funny. "Nothing babe", I say, and mean it.
So an hour ticks on and the bottle empties. I've got cash for more, but I'm enjoying this new game, so as I walk to the bar I give the faggot a look and a twitch of my finger to follow. He does of course, as I knew, and arrives next to me. "This round's on him", I say to the barman while gesturing at the faggot. I order drinks for me and the misses and ask for a pint of water too. Drinks arrive, i down the water and tell the queer to pay up while I take a piss. So I go to the bogs and empty my bladder into the pint glass, feels warm in my hand. I exit the swing door and approach the bar, the queer is still stood there, card in his hand, looking like a total cunt. I can't help but smile as I had the loser my pint of warm piss. I'm really feeling it now so I take the card from his hand, "Pin number, cunt", I say, picking up a bar napkin and clicking my fingers at the bar man for a pen. Both cunts comply, and I jot down the four digits. "Phone number", I say, and the cunt spits out eleven more digits. I fold the napkin into my pocket, tap the fag on the face and say "enjoy your drink faggot". Cunt gulps, blushes and says "yes sir, thank you sir." I'm loving this power, so I keep smiling, grab my junk, then the drinks and walk off.
I forget about the queer and go back to my night. I'm not fussed about the company, but my bird is getting nice and wasted, and soon enough I'm holding her in the queue for the cash machine, grinding my dick against her ass. We get to the front and I pull out my wallet, then I remember the cunt's card, and try that instead. The pin works so I draw out £100, getting a balance statement too. The cunt's not poor, I think, pocketing the paper. Worth knowing. A quick text to the queer, "thanks dipshit", and I'm in a cab with my slut girlfriend and my new cunt's cash. It's good to be me.
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