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 7: The mailman's secrets
My room smelt - and felt - like a cum-dumpster for Robbie, filled with used condoms and dirty underwear.
I was falling asleep and then waking-up soaked in that very peculiar odour of jizz.
On the morning, I spent a full hour preparing the packages for his clients, reluctantly handling his old condoms and the underwear defiled with his spunk to ship them in small envelopes or boxes.
First of all, I wanted to get rid of this crap from my room.
Second of all, we had had too many fights with Robbie lately and I had come to the conclusion that I was losing every one of them. I had decided to change my strategy. Instead of complaining, I thought it would be smarter to do as much "assistant work" as possible to make the biggest amount of money in the shortest amount of time.
Then, I would get out of this place and get on with my life.
I took it upon myself and I had nearly ten packages ready to be shipped when he woke up in the other room.
"That does look like an excellent job, assistant." Robbie said, walking towards me with a huge tent in his underwear.
The dude was shameless.
"Yeah... I'm just helping you out, as we discussed."
"Sure."
He handed me a 100 dollars bill.
The way he was paying me was weird. Living rent-free was part of my salary and the rest was mostly dependant on his mood. There were not fixed rates or fees. I mean, I was making a few hundred per week but it was hard to have any kind of visibility for the foreseeable future.
"Thanks, mate. Do you need anything else? I'd like to make a bit more money this week." I spoke.
"I'm posting the videos we shot the other day, depending on how they work, I'll give you an additional share. There is also this one guy I'm chatting with. Sounds like a big fish and you might be helpful with him."
"How?"
"I'm still discussing with him but apparently, he loved the fact that there was a sub with me while we were filming the latest content."
"A sub?"
"A submissive." Seeing that he was not making himself clear, he added: "You, dummy!"
"Fuck you, Rob! I'm no submissive!"
"I meant in the video! Like, in the roleplay. Chill! I know you're an Alpha in real life. Want some pancakes?"
"No, still working on my diet." I answered, feeling gloomy.
"Are you pissed at me or something?"
"I'm not."
"I get that you would be mad that Lucy was not able to come last night but I reckon you still had your fun, right?"
I eluded the question. Complaining would have just made me sound more like a wuss and I had no intention discussing of yet another time where Robbie's spunk ended up on my face.
"Next time, I'll just go find a chick for myself." I simply spoke.
"You go do that, champ!" He patted my shoulders, brushing me with his big hard dick while passing me over.
I managed to contain myself, proof that I had come very far in the previous weeks.
Robbie was working at the garage that day and I was not, that helped me stay in a good mood, knowing that I would have the apartment for myself for once.
He went to take a shower quickly and I promised him that I would post every package when he left.
I am not going to lie, I felt a bit uncomfortable leaving the apartment for the post office with a box full of my roommate's jizz. I did not want to think of what those fags would do with such a dirty envelope in their mail-box.
Speaking about fags, that was my luck that Patrick hopped in the elevator on the fourth floor with his annoying little chihuahua Britney in his hands.
I was not semi-naked this time, which was a plus, but I must have been reeking cum. The dog was sniffing the box that I was holding like crazy.
"Still living with Rob, I assume?" Patrick said with the most disgusting smile.
"Yeap..."
"If I did not know you to be such a raging homophobe, I could imagine things!" He winked at me.
Being mocked by anyone was not something that I would normally tolerate, but by a fucking fairy, this was simply inacceptable.
"If I were you, I would shut my dumb queer mouth." I snapped back.
Britney growled at me and I spontaneously took a step back. That bitch had already bitten me once and my brain must have subconsciously feared her.
"Ahah! You do look tough, honey! Terrified of my little monster!"
On that, Patrick was right, that little dog was a monster owned by a freak. We were finally arriving on the first floor so I just ignored his comment.
I wish it had stopped there but the fag could not help himself while I was getting out of the elevator.
"Nice view from here!" He commented, checking my ass.
At this point, I could no longer help myself; I turned around and jumped at his throat.
When would I fucking learn from my mistakes? This was the worst idea I could have had, the freaking chihuahua jumped from his master's hands straight to my face, I let go of the box containing all the packages, I lost balance and fell on the floor like a freaking moron!
How humiliating was that?!
But this was nothing compared to what was coming! The real tragedy occurred when the dog started chewing on the box and messing with its content.
There, before Patrick's uncredulous eyes, Britney was biting into an old condom and rolling into a pair of dirty underwear.
"Oh My!" Patrick screamed in a high-pitched voice. "What in the hell is that?"
How could I explain wandering around with a box literally filled with jizz? I was dying inside.
"None of your business." I said, panting on the floor.
"Come on, Britney, don't lick that! That's dirty! Very dirty! Mr. Connor is a very nasty boy!"
