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 17: The training uniform
As you can imagine, once I had sucked my first cock and rimmed my first hairy ass live on camera, things only went downhill from there.
Robbie required a blowjob every single day when he woke up, and every night before going to sleep.
Sometimes, we would also lock ourselves in a cubicle at work for another round of deepthroat sucking during the day.
Most of the times, he was filming me, but strangely, sometimes, he was not.
I was still struggling to eat his ass but this had also become a given for Robbie.
I had to take care of licking his musky hole every time he would require me to do so.
It was good for my "training period" as he would say.
This was the new big thing. Robbie was "training" me, on and off camera, so I would give better "performances" when it mattered for our clients.
I gotta say, my sucking skills were greatly improving.
I mean, even before that, I knew my way around a big cock, especially Robbie's, having my hands and my lips glued to his junks several hours a day. But when I started actually sucking his cock, I discovered lots of new ways of pleasuring him.
Since we were doing it so often, I had to figure ways to switch things off and keep it interesting.
Massaging his balls while bobbing up and down on his shaft, licking the inner of his piss-slit and the edge of his dickhead to reach his more sensitive areas, spitting out huge amounts of saliva and precum to make his cock slimy and give better deepthroats.
I was doing the most.
Others areas of improvement included me looking straight in Robbie's eyes while I was giving him head, sticking my tongue out and attempting to swallow as much veiny meat as possible this way, or more generally, being super verbale and grateful for the opportunity of servicing him.
"You like that, Sir? When I lick your balls and stroke your big juicy dick?"
"Fuck yeah, bitch."
"You want me to swallow it all until I reach your pubes with my nose."
"Fuuuuuuck..."
"I want to do it for you, Sir. I want to take care of your beautiful dick like anyone has ever done before me."
Robbie's attitude was evolving too.
He had always been dirty and quite rough but things got to another level.
More spit right in my face or on my tongue, more slaps, more skull-fucking and even more dirty-talking.
He would call me his "bitch" or his "whore" pretty much every time he would address me and the line between our roleplay videos and real life was not only blurry, it became merely inexistant in the following weeks.
Lately, he tried something new. He held me on the edge of his bed, my face backwards, to roughly fuck my face. The slime, spit and saliva were dripping down my eyes. I was practically blind when he gave me a facial.
I did not see how I looked in this position because, most of the time, Robbie would handle the video's aspect on which I had zero control.
Still, I could have a general idea since I had already seen faggots in that position in the tons of raunchy gay porn Robbie was making me watch.
That was also part of my training period, and admittedly a huge source of inspiration for our "scenes" together.
As you can imagine, this new way of life was messing up with my brain.
The only thing which was preventing me from losing it completely was that I could still rationalize that, unlike Carlos, I was not taking it up in the ass!
This was what everyone would consider as making you a "fag" for sure, right? Shoving things up your hole, and especially, a dick. And definitely, I was not doing that and I never would!
But then again, Robbie was more and more vocal about "my sweet peachy bum", licking my hole whenever he would feel like it. And every single time, I would moan like a freaking bitch!
I could always pretend that I was roleplaying, but I do not think that I was fooling Robbie...
I fucking hated the fact that I was loving it!
For Robbie, there was no doubt, I had been a closeted faggot all my life. When the conversation about my supposed "gay ass" would come up, and it would come up often, I would simply remain silent.
One afternoon, Robbie came home with some special gifts for me.
"Jockstraps." He said, throwing a few pairs on the counter. "I want you to wear them."
"That's gay shit, no way."
Robbie sighed.
"Damn it, will you stop with the gay stuff? When will you accept who you are? And besides, it's nothing homo, athletes wear them all the time. It's a sport thing."
"It used to be a sport thing..." I mumbled. "Now, only queers are wearing them."
"This is not negotiable."
"But what's the point?"
"Listen bitch, I am tired of seeing your dick hard all the time when you're acting as such a bottom slut around my big alpha cock. You know how uncomfortable I am with dicks and cum, it really ruins the mood for me. But eh, the clients want to see your fat ass, so clearly, wearing jockstrap is the best solution. It conceals your peepee while still flaunting the part of you that people are actually interested in. Your big fat bum."
He grabbed my ass to make his point.
"Rob, you know my ass is not for anyone to see..."
"Dude, you have a banging bum! This is one of your best assets. That's the real money maker."
He was full-on feeling my ass cheeks at this point. I was only wearing loose shorts.
"Playing with my ass is off limits."
For once, I tried to stay on my grounds. As if I had any chance to win an argument against Robbie.
"Who said anything about playing with your hole?"
While saying that, he slid his hand below my shorts to get closer to my ass crack. I got chills.
"I know you don't want guys to do that to you, it's totally fine."
He was getting closer and closer to the inside of my ass crack.
"I simply don't see how it is worse for you being naked and hard while blowing me, instead of concealing your cock."
Putting it like this, it made sense... But I could not think clearly with Robbie caressing my ass.
