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 16: Double Trouble
I thought Robbie was fucking loaded leaving in his fancy apartment, but trust me, it was nothing compared to Carlos' cosy loft, right in the middle of Manhattan.
"I've just purchased it. I'm still working on the layout of the place but eh, I'm pretty happy with it."
"Dude, this must have cost you a fortune!" I exclaimed.
"Well, I did not get fucked in the ass by three ex-cons for a few dollars. I make it worth my time." Carlos replied with his usual bluntness.
I was not sure if he was kidding or not.
I mean, sure, the money was great but was it really worth being fucked in the ass like a faggot? On camera?
The world was really going south.
I know what you think, I was about to suck my first cock during a live-stream myself.
But things were very different, sucking has nothing to do with getting anally fucked -- which is 100% gay -, and besides, Carlos was straight so we were all aware this was just play-pretend.
On the opposite, most people Carlos was shooting with were actual queers, getting off from having sex with him.
That was really messed-up.
"This is the room where the magic happens." Carlos explained as he led us to a big studio where a bunch of tripods, lights, and computers were surrounding two sofas.
In one of the corners of the room, a large table was displaying various plugs and dildos of all sizes. Some of them were even bigger than the XXL black dildo I had trained my throat with the night before.
There were also a bunch of samples and bottles of oils and lubes.
"Damn, you really got professional at it." Robbie commented, visibly impressed.
I was worried that this set up might give him some ideas.
"At some point, if you want to make real bucks, you have to get serious." Carlos replied.
He picked up one of the larger size pink dildos from a shelf.
"I shot a custom video for a fan yesterday with that one, it teared my ass apart."
That dude was shameless. The good thing was that I did not feel so bad that he knew my secret given what he was up to himself.
"You're a hero." Robbie said. "I could never take something like that in my ass. I mean, I would never take anything up there."
We had never discussed it with Robbie but something was telling me that if one of us were to ever take a dildo up his ass, the burden would fall upon me.
But Carlos apparently did not care either way. We chatted a little bit before the live stream started and he was very relaxed about the whole thing.
"For me, it's just a job. Not so much different than working-out. Sometimes you have to suffer a little, push your body to the limits, feel uncomfortable but eh, money is money."
"You don't have any limit?" I asked him. "At all?"
"Meh... I thought I had some boundaries but I seem to cross them every week." He shrugged his shoulders. "A couple months ago, I never thought I would ever take a cock deep in my ass, but the studio offered me a crazy amount of money and I thought, fuck it, literally."
"But people think you're a faggot!" I could not help myself.
He just laughed at my remark.
"I don't know, guys. As long as you're comfortable with your sexuality, who cares what other people think, or what you do on the side? I know that I'm straight as an arrow but if a guy wants to give me thousands of dollars to fuck his ass and piss on his face, who am I to deny a paying customer a service?"
"See Connor, you're overthinking everything!" Robbie grinned at me.
"What are you talking about? I do way more than you do, Rob! You said it yourself; You would never do certain things."
"Really? I let a guy -- that I suspect to be gay - stroking and licking my dick every day, I've been showing myself on camera for way longer than you did. Don't forget that I had a business with gay men worshipping me, way before you moved in with me."
"I'm not gay..."
He did not pay attention to my remark. I am not even sure he heard it; I was more mumbling it to myself.
"The only thing is that some of the stuff, the submissive gay shit, does really repulse me. For example, I cannot stand cum. But that's no problem, I have built my character on being a top Alpha straight jock. It's just a question of using our best assets."
"Yeah... I guess some guys are more suited for the subs roles and some others are more dominant." Carlos intervened. "As for me, I'm trying to do both, but even when I am a bottom, they call me a power bottom because I'm naturally in control."
I wished I could have said that I was naturally dominant too but the words were stuck in my throat.
Who was I kidding anyway? Carlos had seemingly figured me out already.
"I mean no disrespect, Connor, it takes some big balls to act like a bitch on camera." He said to make me feel better.
It did not really help...
I guess this entire "gay for pay" thing would have been much easier if I was indeed confident in who I was.
The problem was that, sometimes, I was not only acting as a slutty bottom on camera... At times, I felt like I really was one...
In the end, we did not talk much about how the live would go and before I could ask any specific questions about that, Carlos told us it was time to start his weekly show for his "superfans".
"Don't disappoint me." Robbie whispered to me as we went to sit down on the sofa.
I was nervous as hell, sitting in the middle of these two hunks.
Carlos was wearing a tank top and some broad-shorts, his thighs looked like they belonged to a gorilla and even his shoulders were hairy. I looked down at his prominent bulge.
There was no turning back now.
"How many people usually tune in exactly?"
"Shut up dude, I'm launching the live." Carlos snapped back at me with a harsh tone.
Wow. He was so chilled a minute before that.
What had gotten into him?
"Welcome, welcome people!" He said with his more usual enthusiastic voice. "How are my superfans doing tonight? Yeap, I'm not alone this time! Nice surprise, eh? But we're gonna let everyone log in before we start."
On the main computer screen, numbers started showing.
10 viewers. 36 viewers. In less than a minute, 128 viewers were connected. The guys were starting to chat too. I could barely follow the pace of the messages. I did see a chat on how "hot the new hunks" were looking.
