A Sir-Prise Fag.

A Sir-Prise Fag.

When I first met my man, it was definitely lust at first sight. He looked just the way I wanted him to. Sturdy, with a bit of a Dad bod. Not too Dad-ish, but still sexy to me. He had a fair number of friends from his youth and some from his work world. He’s well-liked by everyone. One or two of them were really close, and I liked that they were like brothers to him. Frank was the overall number one. Fishing trips, hunting, and even the occasional cruise vacation. I have always loved surprises, but a sir-prise fag? Hmmm. I don’t know. When he and Frank announced a cruise to Fiji and I was so eXXXcited for them. It is aterall, one of my favorite destinations.

So, I set about a plan of my own. I had been saving my little pennies to do something fun with, or FOR my Honey. I also had a good friend in the travel business who could get me a great package deal wherever I wanted to go. So I tricked him into telling me exactly where and when they were going and where they were staying. I booked a room on the same floor. I told the front desk what my surprise was and wondered why they gave each other the big eye, but I shrugged it off. Imagine what happened when I snuck down to their room and some of the sounds I heard. One thing was that Frank was still single, so it never occurred to me I’d find a sir-prise fag in the room.

Why A Sir-Prise Fag Vacation?

The hotels on the island were small boutique types, and there were only a few. They specialize in pure romance. Oh, the fantasies that went through my head of the things we had yet to do. I stood there in the hall wearing my sexiest lingerie. You know, a little ivory number wth Brazilian tap panties, matching garter straps, stockings that said, “I do, I do, I do” stitched up the back, and a sexy little balconette bra. Look at me, all matchie, matchie! All to have Frank answer the door in a sexy get-up that ALMOST rivaled mine. To have MY man walk up behind him saying, “Who is it, Babe?” was a sir-prise fag of a lifetime!

After the shock faded a bit and I began to understand English again, my eyes started to regain focus on everything around me. I heard him say, “Sweetie. I never wanted you to find out this  way…” The room shifted and spun again. So, this time I woke up on a bed, likely the one they had just been getting down on. I opened my eyes to sweet whispers and the sound of kisses. What? But this couldn’t be how it all shook out in the wash. I’m open-minded, and all I could ask was, “Do I still get to fuck you, too?” Even I was shocked by that! Moreover, it turned out to actually be amazing!

So, What To Do With This Sir-Prise Fag Encounter?

It was, oddly enough, an overall sexy vacation, but the look on the face of the cleaning woman surely set tongues wagging. Most of the staff were supportive of us sashaying through the lobby, all cuddled up. Want to hear the latest on our hot threesome activities? Stay tuned. Call me, I’ll tell you all about it! Let’s eXXXplore your darker side in a sir-prise fag scenario.

Kiss, kiss,

Just Joey

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