Viet Ta

Viet Ta is the love of my life. He is a tight lil gaysian! He does not realize that he is the gay part of a gaysian though. He will though, our love is too strong for him to resist it forever. See, he has a bad habit of breaking my heart. He claims he is “not gay”, he claims he “has a girl friend”, he claims that he “hates me more than anything else in this world and wants me to die”, and he gets “restraining orders” against me. But no matter, I see that little sparkle in his eyes when he looks at me, he loves me, and I him, we are soul mates. Society has told him that it is weird and even wrong to love another man, so he pushes down his feelings for me. He is keeping all his love for me bottled up inside him, and eventually it is all going to explode, and he will come running to me, and we will live happily ever after and have three beautiful children together.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I nor Viet are gay. We are both attracted to women not men. It just happens to be that the love of our lives is a man. We don’t love each other because we are gayly attracted to men, we love each other because we are so perfect for each other and our souls cry out for one another.
I can’t wait for the day when Viet realizes what a mistake he has made with his ugly whore of a girl friend and kills her. Then he will come to me, soaked in her blood and his sweat, and I will make sweet sweet love to him down by the fire. I will gently kiss his soft lips. I will cup his little balls in my hand. I will tear through his calf flesh with my powerful jaws. I will gently caress his tight lil gaysian body, and insert him. I will fill his butt hole up with my seed.
Viet Ta, I love that man with every fiber and tissue in my Confederate body, he is my heart, my body, my soul, even my hair, he is my everything, he truly rocks my world. Some people say fat bottom girls make this rockin world go round, but for me, Viet Ta makes my rockin world go round.