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 6: Setting him straight
My roommate had just given me a facial. Let that information fucking sink in! I was kneeling between his hairy legs, my face practically pressed against his big balls and thick cock, and he had showered me with his spunk.
Then, Robbie had rubbed his dirty, sweaty, smelly boxer briefs all over my face to collect his fresh and warm cum.
I was trembling.
"Dude! Relax a little." Robbie said casually. "That's just some protein when you think about it. I've already seen you jizz on your own face. What's the difference?"
I snapped.
"The difference?!" I yelled at him. "You cannot tell the fucking difference?!"
He grinned at me and I just could not take it anymore.
Once again, I lost control of myself.
I jumped at his throat over the couch and we both fell heavily on the floor. We were holding each other as if we were taking part in a lewd wrestling match, we were both naked. I wanted to hurt him, to destroy him, to own him!
During the fight, I was reassured to note that I still had the upper hand over him.
I was the strongest of the two, or maybe, my rage was getting me going. Either way, I was chocking him underneath me.
"What..." He was panting. "...The..." He grabbed my bare ass. "...Fuck?"
I was lying on top of him, crushing Robbie with all my weight. He had his right hand on my throat and his left hand firmly holding my ass, trying to do, God knows why, to defend himself. I raised my fist in the air, ready to punch his smug face.
"I'm gonna kill you!" I barked at him like a mad man.
One second, Robbie looked terrified, the next, he was sporting the creepiest smile.
He moved his face closer to mine. I had the crazy thought that he was about to kiss me.
"Dude, you're hard again." He whispered in my ear.
I was instantly paralyzed when he said that. That could not be? Not like this? Not again!?
Robbie took this opportunity to overpower me. We switched position until he was the one on top of me, practically sitting on my face. His hairy and musky asshole was dangerously close to my mouth.
"You're fucking gay, bro!" He exclaimed, laughing hysterically, pinning me down.
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" I was tearing up.
He rubbed his smelly ass all over my face. He was having the time of his life! I wanted to scream but I could no longer open my mouth now that he was smothering me with his dirty ass.
"What are you gonna do, now?" He asked, sliding his ass crack up and down my nose like a freaking credit card sliding into the terminal.
"Mmmmmff... Mmmmmfff...."
He was holding my arms down, I tried to move my legs. I swallowed some of the hair from his butt. Fuck.
Why did he have to be so hairy?
After some more back and forth on my face, he moved around and slapped me. Not violently, not to hurt me, just to remind me of my place. I thought about my dad again, what would he say, seeing me like this? Robbie then grabbed my legs and pulled them towards him.
"I'm so done with you, Connor."
He was pulling me through the living room's floor. At this point, I was no longer able to register what the fuck was going on. I barely saw him opening the door. Robbie had told me that I was a freaking homo, that thought alone was polluting every cell of my brain.
He grabbed me one last time to violently throw me outside of his place. In a matter of seconds, I found myself in his hallway, shaking in front of his front door. Stunned.
Robbie locked the door behind him while shouting: "Good luck, bro!"
That woke me up from my torpor. I was fully naked, in the middle of a hallway, droplets of cum still drying on my face and chest, my dick at half-mast.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How did I get myself in this position? No cell-phone. No clothes. No car. I had nothing!
It took everything in me not to ball-out and cry like a wuss.
I was about to smash the door when I considered that, for once in my life, I had to play it smart. This was not the time to be impulsive. I could literally have the cops called on me for being naked there. The neighbours could see me and then... Oh damn!
I remembered Patrick, the perv from the fourth floor. Could you imagine if this fairy were to walk on me, right there?! He would have quite the show. I had shivers just thinking about that.
I knocked at Robbie's door. I needed this bastard's help!
"Dude, that's no funny. Let me in."
No answer. I looked around, my ass was facing the elevator. I prayed for no one coming in.
I knocked again.
"Rob! Let me in! Fuck!"
"Who would let a fucking maniac back in his apartment?" He said through the door.
"Come on! I'm not a maniac. We're friends! You know that."
I was very worried that the conversation we were having would get even more attention towards me. But what could I do?
"You just attacked me!" Robbie yelled.
"Dude, we cannot have this conversation through the door. Please."
He did not reply back. I was desperate. I tried again a couple of times but no reaction.
I sat down against one of the walls. To be honest, this was probably one of the lowest points of my entire life.
After what seemed to be like twenty minutes, - I had no watch nor cell-phone so no way to really tell, - the door slightly opened.
Robbie was wearing a pair of black underwear. He had apparently taken another shower. I was still smelling like shit.
"You're still here?" He asked.
"Where the fuck would I go, like this?" I pointed towards my dick as if this was not obvious.
"Keep the volume down and show me some respect, mate. You don't want us to fight again... Right?"
Reluctantly, I nodded yes.
"Right."
"I can let you come in but you have to promise me that you will never lose your temper on me. Ever again."
"Dude, that was crazy!" I stood up. "This went over board, you know that I'm impulsive, I mean..."
He went back into his apartment, almost shutting the door. I got very scared again.
"I don't want your excuse; I just want you to fucking chill out and not freak out every time something happens." He spoke.
"Look, man. I'm naked, I'm cold. I feel terrible. I learned my lesson. Please, let me come in. I'm sorry, ok?"
Robbie smiled at me and talked in a much friendlier tone.
"Sorry about locking you out, bro. I was pissed too. Come-on in."
I felt somewhat relieved and quickly ran back into his apartment. How did I not realize that I was going back, straight into the lion's den?
"Can I go take a shower?" I asked.
"Not now. Let's sit. We need to talk." He pointed towards the couch.
I followed the instructions like the Beta male I had become.
"Rob, it's already super late, I'm exhausted." I tried.
"I know, me too. Sit." I obliged and let him say his piece. "Listen, I understand why you got mad. I mean, the cum on your face is one thing, but it was just an unfortunate incident. I think you were angrier at yourself than you were at me."
I tried to remain calm.
"What do you mean?"
"If suddenly I thought that maybe I could be gay, that would fuck me up. I'd go insane I think."
"Why do you keep saying this? Why do you keep on suggesting that I could be one of these freaks?"
"Because you keep getting hard around me, that's messed-up!"
The talk was uncomfortable, being naked all through it was even worse.
"Dude, I've been super horny for days! That's all." I defended myself.
"Yes. I did think about that too. And that's true." He sighed. "Listen Connor, I have gone through the footage we shot tonight and I am super happy with it. Truthfully, if you had not attacked me like a crazy horny naked wrestler, (he laughed, I pretended to smile...) I would have gone to bed satisfied and I would have given you your share of the profits. But you lost it, mate, and I don't want us to fight. Our friendship means a lot to me."
"You have to understand... I have my pride. And after you..."
I could not say it out loud. But Robbie clearly could:
"After I jzzed on your face. Yes, Connor, let's call it was it is! I fucking unloaded my spunk all over you."
I had a spasm but I collected myself. I was sure that he was pushing my buttons on purpose.
"Whatever."
"Dude, we're bros, it's just us, nobody knows what you're doing for me, that's no big deal."
"You should not have done that though..."
"Well, you could have moved your face when I started to cum! You stayed there because you wanted to! Anyway, as I said, I think the real issue here is your fear of being a fag."
"I am not afraid of that! I know what I am!" I shouted, trying to convince myself more than I was trying to convince him.
"Well, ok. Maybe you're not worried but I am! If you were gay, like, I don't think I would feel comfortable with you being my assistant anymore, or even, living with me."
"Bullshit!"
"Would not you feel the exact same way if the tables were turned?"
"Of course, I would, but I'm fucking straight! You know that! I hate fags."
"Ok, ok. Look, I am not telling that you're a queer for sure. I am not in your brain nor in your dick. For all I know, maybe you're so horny that anything, including my big throbbing cock against your nose would make you hard."
"Fuck you, man."
"Bro, I had an idea in the shower. I think what you need to go back to yourself is banging a nasty chick."
