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 12: Daddy's home
It felt nice driving Robbie's car as if it was my own to go pick up my dad at the airport.
It was just play pretend, - my own car was long gone -, but damn it, I missed it, the feeling of being in control.
I have got to hand it to Robbie this time, he had been cool enough to lend me his car, on top of making me act as the owner of his fancy apartment.
I had to go meet my dad inside the airport since he got lost. He was not used (or happy) to travel by plane, either local or international flights. Thinking of which, he had probably never left the United States.
My dad being my dad, he would never admit that he was lost but after the third phone call, I understood that it would be easier if I were to find his gate myself.
"Those fucking people, useless! All of them."
My dad was barking to anyone who would listen as I walked towards him.
"Hey, dad."
"FINALLY! Jesus Christ, it's a fucking labyrinth in here! Why do those pieces of shit have to make everything so complicated?"
He did come to hug me.
"Yeah, I know, airports are the worst... How are you?"
Completely ignoring what I said, he continued talking, super loudly:
"I don't know how you cope with this city. Been here for fucking three minutes and I'm already pissed. People are fucking rude."
That was rich coming from the guy who had said "fucking" four times in less than 20 seconds but eh, that was my father in a nutshell. I chuckled.
"Well, I make do, dad. Follow me, we have to get out this way."
"Hope we're not going to your place using the freaking subway..."
"Nah, don't worry, I have my car."
"Good boy."
We were in the escalator where things started to get awkward. Two girls were holding hands and acting clearly as a couple right before us.
"Look at those degenerates." My dad whispered to me...
Well, he probably thought that he was whispering but for anyone else, it was the volume of a normal conversation.
"Dad, please, you literally have a hearing tomorrow!"
"I'm just expressing an opinion. We live in a free country, no? Last time I checked the constitution was still a thing. Don't you agree those two are freaks!?"
The two girls turned around, shocked.
One of them, actually a cute brunette, found the perfect way to respond.
"Eh, Redneck! Welcome to America. Land of the Free." She said, before French-kissing her lady.
My dad turned into a deflating balloon. He may have a big mouth and would easily get into a fight with another dude, but two lesbians kissing full mouth, that was enough to shut him up.
"Drop it, dad." I said, pulling him away. "You're not gonna win this fight in New-York City."
He was laughing about it now. He was not so mad after all.
"Girls making out with girls, I guess that's not that bad!" He spoke, grabbing his crotch.
It was just a big joke to him.
"What did you insult them, then?" I asked, walking towards the parking lot.
"Son, I educated you better than that. This degenerate stuff is ok for a good wank, two girls going at it."
Jeez, he was talking so loudly, people were turning their faces towards us.
"But not here, in public, when there are children around! And it is certainly never ok when it's guys doing it. That makes me fucking sick."
"I know, dad. The fags and queers are everywhere in the city..."
He spat on the floor.
"And to think that one of those fairies is trying to get money out of me, what fucked-up system that is! In a normal world, those are the ones who should be on trial! Not me! I should be thanked by the State for beating one up."
"If you want to get away with it tomorrow, I would advise not to tell that to the judge." I said seriously.
"I know, my lawyer told me the same thing. I was afraid he was one of them at first. He speaks with big smart words, he's tall and slim. In confidence though, he told me that we were sharing the same values, but like you said, he advised to tone it down in front of the judges. All of them are fucking libs, especially here, in New-York city."
"That's mine." I pointed to Robbie's car. "You know damn right I'm aligned with you on this faggot's problem, I wish I could say something but we must behave, they have the power."
"Yeah... Until we are face to face with them in an alley. Those sub-men cannot use their fists to save their worthless fucking lives!"
"Right..."
In the past, I had beaten up my fair share of fags myself.
"And you know, they're going to the gym now! They invade every male's spaces, trying to emulate us. I'll tell you that: faggies can get as much pounds of muscles as they wish, they won't turn into proper men until they learn NOT to take a dick in their dirty ass."
"Definitely..."
"Sometimes, I really stop to think about it and I just cannot believe it. How fucked-up our society has become to let it slide as normal behaviour for a man to lick another man's balls! A few decades back, it would have been enough to be sentenced to fucking prison. We can bash on Muslim countries, but at least, they know how to fix those deviant freaks."
This talk gave me a weird sensation in my stomach...
Not so long ago, I was the one with my lips against another man's balls. In my case, it was no homo of course, I was just helping Robbie out and making some money, but still, I felt ashamed.
"Dad, for the hearing tomorrow, you do have to say the right things though. Or they seriously could send YOU to jail."
"I know, I know... I have my little script. The fight I had so many years back had nothing to do with that freak's sexual orientation, I respect fags..."
"Gay people." I corrected.
"Yeah, I respect gay people, and this was nothing more than a little incident which unnecessarily escalated."
"Ok. Good."
Our shared hatred of the effeminate men and of the society tolerating, accepting and even worse, promoting faggotry has always been a subject my dad and I could bound over. But suddenly, I was uneasy... I did not feel as confident about spurring my hatred.
Obviously, I was still very much aligned with my father's views, I was just less comfortable expressing them like that.
I tried to deflect the conversation towards other topics of discussions.
There were many: the libs' obsessions to prevent us from carrying guns was one of my dad's favourites subject to rant on. We switched back to that until we were home.
My father was pleasantly surprised with the size of "my" flat when we finally arrived. In housing just like in cars, just like in dicks, often, the bigger commands the most respect.
"That's a nice bachelor pad you have made for yourself here, son."
"And I take full advantage of it." I winked at him.
