A-Hem… Well hello there, baby! O’Shea at your service. And honey, do I have a story to tell you tonight! See, it all started when I saw the cutest little straight boy walk into the bar where I drag it up, babes,  I mean, he was sipping on a Shirley Temple through a straw, for Gods sake! Bless his heart! I just knew those other queens were gonna eat him alive. 

So, being the sweet, caring queen that I am, I grabbed him and pulled him back to my dressing room for his own protection…and maybe a little bit for mine as well, if you know what I mean.

When we got back there, I said to him, ‘Sweetie, you are about to get into a whole mess of trouble out there with those men!’ And he looked at me with those big, innocent eyes and said, ‘Men? But I thought…they want to make me gay?!’ Oh honey, I thought, you really are in for it now! So I took him in my arms, kissed him deep, and said ‘Don’t you worry, baby, O’Shea’s gonna take care of you.’ And boy, was he in for a surprise!

I suggested we move over to the daybed I keep in my dressing room for, ahem, special occasions, and before he could protest, I had him bound up tighter than my corset! He looked so shocked and confused, but I just laughed and climbed on top of him, 9 inches of pure manhood swinging between my legs. ‘Maybe you’re not so lucky after all, baby,’ I told him with a wink.

He started begging, ‘Please, don’t make me gay!’ But I just slid my big, beautiful cock into his pretty little mouth and started skull fucking him like there was no tomorrow! He kept saying ‘Please don’t make me gay! Please don’t make me gay!’ around my thick shaft, but that just turned me on even more. I reached back and started rubbing his cute little cock, feeling it get harder and harder in my hand. After a few moments, I decided to switch things up and flipped into a 69 position.

We sucked and licked and moaned for what felt like hours, our mouths stretched wide around each other’s dicks, until finally, we both exploded in each other’s throats at the same time. It was pure magic, baby! We collapsed, limp and spent, disentangling ourselves slowly.

Finally, he looked up at me with those same innocent eyes and said, ‘Am I…gay now?’ I slipped on my dressing gown, brushed a stray dollop of jizz from his face, and said with a smile, ‘Oh no, sweetie. You won’t be gay until I ass fuck you…in about 20 minutes. THEN you’ll be gay!’ And with that, I sashayed out of the room, leaving him to ponder his fate.

But don’t you worry about Johnny, baby. O’Shea knows how to take care of her men. And I always finish what I start, if you know what I mean!”

I’ll make you soooooo gay! – O’Shea

More debauchery right this way!