A gay sex stories: From Homophobe to Homo Ch. 14
Fags are disgusting and Connor hates them all! There is no doubt in his mind. But when this raging homophobe finds himself forced to move in with another hunky mechanic, he has no idea that he is about to slowly, but surely, become what he despises the most!
This is a pure work of fiction.
This story does not reflect the views of its author. I do not endorse the actions depicted in this story in real life. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy!
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FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO
Chapter 14: The inner revelation
As planned with Robbie, I gave the 15K to my father the next morning.
I felt like this was a big gesture. I mean, it was a lot of money and given my current situation, I was really putting myself in trouble to help out my dad.
Unfortunately, his reaction was underwhelming, to say the least.
“How do you make that kind of money exactly?” He asked, suspiciously looking at the money in front of him.
“Just working hard, dad.”
“Hmmm. Did not think that being a mechanic paid that well…”
I should not have been surprised: my old man is fucking proud. Even when it comes from his son, it is nearly impossible for him to accept any kind of charity.
He did take the money though.
No thank you or anything, but he went home with the cash as he obviously needed it.
Trust me on that, my dad had no intention of going to jail.
I wondered for a second what he would turn into if he were to be sent to prison someday. Maybe he would beat up faggots, or fuck them raw in the ass in the communal showers? As homophobe as he is, at the end of the day, a hole is still a hole. Right? I smiled at the thought.
Those were the kind of fucked-up shit which were coming to my mind lately. My brain was doing weird tricks on me.
Someone-else was very content with himself though.
Once my father had left, Robbie kept on going on and on about the way he had now “saved” both father and son from “misery”.
My dad did have a point about not accepting any charity. That definitely creates a debt and as much as I wanted to, I could hardly tell my roommate to shut-up about it…
“Yeah, thanks Rob…” was my usual response.
However, this was not charity. I was definitely paying my dues.
My dad had not been gone for more than ten minutes that I was already furiously stroking Robbie’s cock on the couch.
I knew he would not cut off my face from the video this time but that did not prevent him from calling me his “bitch”, “cunt”, “cum dumpster” and other names of that sort.
“You’re sure that no one else than your clients are going to see this?” I asked, after receiving yet another sticky facial.
“I only work with legit guys, bitch.”
I was about to snap back at him but he apologized spontaneously.
“Sorry, just the habit. Sometimes I forget that you’re not really my personal whore.” He said with a grin. “But seriously, none of my clients would betray my trust, they are totally obsessed with me. One just offered me 1.000 dollars just to see a guy sucking my dick.”
An alarm immediately started blasting off inside of my head.
“Dude, that’s totally off limits!”
“Yeah, at first, I thought so too, but 1K is 1K. I just need to find the right person for the job, someone who I know won’t make it weird. Just a quick blowjob, you know. As long as I’m not the one doing the sucking, I can just close my eyes.”
“I would never do that, Rob!” I exclaimed.
My face was still dripping with fresh cum, some coating all over my lips.
“You don’t have to worry about that.” Robbie chuckled. “You’re clearly not an option.”
“What? Why?”
It came out spontaneously and I regretted my reaction right away.
It made it seem like I was disappointed or something! Of course, I was not.
It should have been obvious why having me sucking his dick was not an option, because I would never do that! But apparently, Robbie was looking at the situation differently.
“Dude, I am really pushing my limits with you. I can tell you’re getting hard every time you touch my cock, you’ve been clearly enjoying slurping on my jizz. I mean, it’s great for the videos and I’m happy to have found someone who loves that kind of filthy shit but going further would be too much for me.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Connor, don’t take this the wrong way, but I… I do like you as a friend, this is why I let so many things slide, but normally, I would never let a gay guy get any near my junks.”
“I’m not fucking gay!” I shouted.
Maybe I would have been more convincing if a droplet of cum had not rolled down from my cheek to fall on my neck at that precise moment.
Not mentioning, that I swallowed some sperm while talking. I should really have wiped this shit off!
“Dude… Look, I’m tired of having this debate.” Robbie seemed annoyed again.
“All I know is that I’d feel more comfortable if I was sure that the guy sucking my dick does not take any enjoyment from it. I know it’s just a weird thing in my head, but if it’s a straight bro doing it, I still feel like that’s fine. He and I would know this is pure bullshit, just to make money. But if a faggot is having a blast while feasting on my cock, I mean, I guess I would only do that if the guy sucking was paying me very good money.”
I was flabbergasted.
Now, I was too gay to suck his damn cock?! He must have been kidding me!
“Fuck you, Rob! You know I’m fucking straight!”
“Jesus, you want to suck my dick that bad that you need to convince me?”
“Damn… Why do you always have to twist my words? I meant… I don’t want to suck your dick, it’s just the reason you give… I… I’m straight!”
Robbie rolled his eyes.
“When you’ll be done with your temper tantrum, you’ll finish yourself off and fill another condom, ok? I have accepted two new orders that we need to ship tomorrow morning.”
Just like that, the conversation was over and I had to jerk myself off to completion. And why the hell was I hard again?! Being called a fucking slut had turned me on? Jesus Christ, sometimes, I wondered if Robbie was not right about me!
But you know what? Out of spite, I jerked off to one of the videos that we had shot previously.
Normally, I was not allowed to stroke my dick while filming. Robbie was doing the most, insulting me, dirty talking, jerking off and cumming, but I had to keep my own hands off my cock.
Well, this time, I would jizz watching one of our videos! I bet that would make Robbie sick to know that I was touching myself watching him. That thought alone made me happy…
It also made me super horny! It was like I was doing something forbidden. Always exciting, isn’t it?
I did feel ashamed afterwards but it was too late, I had nutted all over my chest hearing Robbie telling me how much of a nasty slut I was on video.
Shit, I had even forgotten to harvest my cum in a condom as instructed…
I would have to find another way to make it up to Robbie.
As expected, the opportunity came soon enough. Robbie had planned another live-stream with a couple of his European clients. He thought he could have them pay to watch him working-out (and more).
“They want to worship my big alpha muscles.” He said, flexing his upper body for me as a joke.
“How can I help?”
“Easy. You record me pumping my biceps, working my thighs, and then, we end-up with the usual, stroking and cum on your face or in your mouth.”
“My mouth is not the usual…” I mumbled.
He did not even acknowledge my comment.
“They will pay good money but I promised them a full hour show. We’ll have to get creative to entertain them.”
“That does not weird you out? To have fags beating their meat behind their screens while they watch you live.”
“Why? I don’t even see them doing it. I just do what I have to do and I get the cash. Not everything has to be a big deal, dude.”
“Yeah, I know.”
I was so tired of being perceived as a drama queen or a whiner.
Actually, the plan seemed less intense than usual, cumming in my mouth aside. A work-out session following by a wank, nothing that I had never done before.
When I joined him in my room, Robbie was already sweating on a press machine wearing a tiny white short — he was quite obviously not wearing any underwear –, long white socks, and a grey tank top.
The logistics of the live were a bit different from what we were usually doing, I had to call the two homos beforehand making sure they were online at the same time. It took a few minutes to have everything set up.
As Robbie’s assistant, I was the one to deal while those technical difficulties while he was getting himself all wet and ready.
“Is this finally operational, cunt?”
“Getting there, Rob. I’m sorry, it’s not that easy.”
“Well, hurry, we have to keep them — and myself — in the mood.” He grabbed his crotch.
The shape of his flaccid dick was already fully visible under the shorts.
Finally, Muscle Worshipper 69 and Born To Serve had sent the money and they were both logged in for the show. Gross, one of them had kept his cam on and was already playing with his little dick!
I could have puked.
Luckily, Robbie was the one I had to watch and record, and compared to those queers, he was the definition of male perfection.
Weirdly, he looked even better than when I first moved in. He was somehow bigger and leaner, his abs were even more defined than before, he was a bit hairier too, and the way he was so shameless about his dominant side made him look so much more attractive.
I mean, to those guys watching and paying of course… There was no way I was attracted to another dude.
I knew my job and I did it well.
I was moving around to offer different angles to the clients watching, before settling on the usual favourite position: me crawling on the floor and filming Robbie from below.
He was working-out above me, looking like a muscle giant, droplets of sweat falling on the phone and right on my face.
When I got the angle right, I could record his dick hanging below his loose shorts. His balls too.
How were they so big, still? He had nutted just a few hours before. That guy was a sex machine. And I used to think I was the horniest man on Earth…
“You like what you see, bitch?”
I nodded yes. It just came naturally at this point.
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