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 13: The Gay Agenda
Robbie and I drove my dad to the Court before heading to work.
Instead of his usual shorts and tank top, he was wearing a (cheap) old-fashioned suit. It looked too tight for his large frame, and about to rip off at the slightest movement.
I even wondered if that suit was not the one he wore the day he married my bitch of a mom, some twenty plus years ago.
I did not ask though; No need to bring up bad memories.
For once, my father was not in a mood to grunt or to insult everyone else around him. He was closed off, feeling stressed.
"Just let your lawyer talk and when it's your turn, stick to the speech you rehearsed." I advised him.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. I ain't scared of no dumb progressist judge."
In my family, men do not whine or show any kind of emotion or fear. That is just a sign of weakness.
Still, I was feeling bad for my old man when we dropped him off.
"He'll be fine, dude. The Court will just confirm that he has to pay the damn fine. The guy he's hit is not dead or seriously injured, they cannot send your dad to prison or do anything that bad." Robbie said to reassure me.
"I guess. But you know how the judges are when dealing with stupid "hate crimes", as the fucking libs say. It's getting worse and worse. He says anything outside of the politically correct speech, and the judge can turn his life into a living hell."
"Don't worry, bro." Robbie put his hand on my thigh.
It was weird, I would never have let a bro do that to me a few months back, but clearly, Robbie and I were way passed this point.
Once we were at work, he respected that we were on a break with the videos and he did not invite me once to join him in the bathroom. I could tell that he was "working" on the side, checking his phone constantly, but I did not take any part in it.
It was almost frustrating to be left out.
Wait... No, that did not come out right. I just meant... It felt weird to see him doing his thing by himself. Like, I had not stroked his dick in nearly 48 hours when it had become such a part of my routine before.
Something was missing.
Anyway, I had lunch with Oliver and Eric. Hot dogs for everyone. It was all fine until Oliver had to bring up my fucking cock into the conversation.
"Mate, I saw my brother-in-law yesterday." He told casually, between two bites, his mouth full of sausage.
Fuck, I had almost forgotten about the dick pic we had to send to that queer.
"Oh, cool..." I mumbled, hoping that Oliver would not mention anything else.
"Well, you did not have to worry about that mole, looked perfectly normal he said."
"I was not that worried..."
"He also told me that he loved your fat flaccid cock by the way! His words, not mine!"
Oliver started giggling like a kid. I should have seen it coming. It was typical of that little British brat.
"Fuck you, dude! We said this was staying between us!" I could already see Eric grinning while swallowing his own hot dog. "This is personal shit."
Normally, I hate using arguments like "this is personal", or "privacy matters", it makes you look like such a nerd or a wimp, - if there is any difference between the two. Long story short: I would rather use my fists to make my point. But there, I did not know what else to say to stop Oliver from talking.
"Come on, dude. Eric is part of the family. Besides, he saw the pics of your dick of my phone, I had to explain myself!"
"Yeah, I thought you were sexting him!" Eric intervened. "I mean, none of my business, you two are free to do whatever you please, but I wanted to make sure you were not sexually harassing my colleague."
That asshole! He was pushing my buttons on purpose.
Everybody knew that I was as straight as one can be!
"I'm not sexting Oliver, what the fuck, guys! And your brother-in-law and all your little family of faggots can keep theirs fucking comments about my dick for themselves!" I shouted, a little bit too loudly.
"Talking about dicks around here?" The Chief had come out of his office.
"Mind your filthy language when it comes to my brother and his husband. They have helped you out with a medical opinion, you should be thankful."
Oliver simply stated. "Besides, all they said about the thing dangling between your legs was complimentary." He added with a wink.
I wanted to snap back so hard but now the boss was there and I needed to escape the situation.
"That's nothing, Chief. Just banters. I should go back to work." I spoke.
"Nice try, Connor. What's going on here? I don't like my team fighting. What's the matter?"
Eric could not help himself to answer immediately. What a freaking sucker for the boss!
"Everything is fine, Chief, just Connor having some penis' problems."
"Shut up, Eric. I don't have any penis' problem. I... Oh fuck... Yeah, I do have a mole on my cock and yes, I just wanted to make sure it was normal. Can we drop this now?"
"Oh, that's something you should take seriously. I got a mole on my big black ass checked a couple months ago by a dermatologist." The Chief said.
"I did take it seriously..." I mumbled.
"I sent a picture of his dong to my brother; His husband is an expert in this kind of stuff." Oliver explained. "And now Connor is being all awkward and defensive about it. We were just teasing him."
Fuck my life, this bullshit would never end!
Usually, I did not mind talking about, and even less so, flaunting my dick so the guys would know how much meat I was packing between my legs, but this, implying that there could be something wrong with it and sending pictures to freaking queers for their opinion: That was a no go.
My dad would have never accepted that.
"Look, there is nothing wrong with my cock and the chicks freaking love it." I stood up and grabbed my crotch for good measures.
I (desperately) needed to show that I was still the Alpha in the room and that I would not be disrespected by beta males.
Maybe this move could have worked if Robbie had not come in at the same time and said:
"What chicks are you talking about, dude? You've been living with me for more than a month and I've barely ever seen you with a girl."
The three others laughed at my expense. I wanted to have a comeback but it felt like I had lost my voice. I have to admit it: I was very weak when it came to Robbie.
"Sexting guys, not seeing any chick, we could wonder if that one is not a closeted case." The Chief said, pushing the hammer on my humiliation.
I was fucking pissed; I could have beat them all up if I wanted to.
