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 22: Stretched to the limits
I stayed.
I had nowhere else to go but that was not the point.
I wanted to be there. I needed Robbie's cock.
Or at least, I thought so.
Every time he was fucking me, balls deep, I felt like I was complete.
Every time I had his big thick cock ramming my throat, I felt like I was serving my purpose.
Every time he was feeding me with his spunk, I felt like I had to show myself worthy of this meal.
From the moment Robbie decided that I would not get paid anymore and that I had to fully submit to him if I wanted to stay, things escalated on a whole new level.
You thought that getting anally fucked and having your throat pounded on a daily basis in front of thousands of people, watching you live 24/7, was a lot?
Try to take viewers' submissions and let Robbie runs wild, you will see that things could get much worse!
Or much better, depending on your perspective.
The double penetration happened less than twelve days after the moment I had lost my virginity. Robbie had been playing with various toys to see how far my ass could stretch but for the first double-dicking, Carlos was our guest of honour.
He was very impressed by my progress, both in regards to my attitude and to my sexual performance.
"I cannot believe how you managed to turn him into the ultimate sissy. He was such a macho last year when I first met him at the gym, look at him now."
I was licking Robbie's feet while bending over, a pink butt plug lodged in my ass.
The two of them were sitting on the couch, naked and hard, drinking beers. I was only wearing my jockstraps; I had not changed in several days.
"I cannot take too much of the credit, he's had it in him for a long time." Robbie explained. "I only woke up his full potential."
Carlos rubbed his own giant feet against my face. They were stinking bad.
The three of us had worked out at the gym an hour before.
"Come take care of my balls, they need a good old tongue massage." Carlos said.
I looked at Robbie to make sure that he was fine with it. He nodded his head slightly yes. This was all the encouragement I needed.
Although this time of my life seemed insane to me now, at the time, I was happy.
Or again, I thought that I was.
My main goal was to keep Robbie satisfied so he would let me service him for as long as possible. If that meant that I had to service his friend as well, especially when that friend had a huge Latino cock to offer, I was more than willing to do so.
After his feet, I rubbed my face against Carlos' junks and started licking his balls.
He was much hairier than Robbie, especially around his crotch and asshole. I kissed his balls and his shaft, and naturally, he guided my face towards the top of his already wet cock.
Not the first time I was blowing his big dick. It was still challenging though, I was very familiar with Robbie's schlong, way less with Carlos'.
But you could always count on Robbie to help a good friend out. When he saw me struggling, he forced my head down his mate's cock to make sure I would swallow the entire thing.
"Come on, Connor, deeper than that! You can do better. Don't make me look stupid in front of our guest."
I could barely breathe. Or more accurately, for the span of twenty seconds, I could no longer breathe at all.
All my senses were focused on engulfing this horse-cock.
When Robbie finally let go of his hold, I was suffocating. A long slimy thread of saliva was coming out of my mouth and dripping on my bare chest.
"Good Lord! That was insane!" Carlos exclaimed.
I heard a ton of notification alerts on Robbie's computer. That meant the fans were loving it.
"Good boy." Robbie told me, patting my hair.
I smiled at the camera, amazed by my own capacity to swallow the huge piece of meat throbbing in front of me.
I went back for round two, this time, challenging myself to reach Carlos' thick and bushy pubic hair without Robbie's hand behind my neck.
The gargling sounds I was making were for sure a crowd pleaser. Robbie had installed mics everywhere so the audience could enjoy all the aspects of the show.
*FUCK MY DAD! FUCK THIS HOMOPHOBIC SON OF A BITCH.*
That sort of thoughts was popping up regularly (and uncontrollably) in my mind, often while I had a cock buried in my ass or deep inside my throat.
Or in that specific case, while I was experiencing both at the same time.
It was my first spit-roasting: Robbie was fucking my not-so-tight hole while I was bobbing up and down Carlos' dick. The sensations were amazing, my roommate knew exactly how to work my prostate.
After years and years of battling with myself to reject any slight attraction towards a man, it was like I needed to go to the extreme opposite. A full 360 degrees turn.
I had hated gay guys all my life, especially effeminate ones. I was despising any dude who I thought might act submissive in bed... And now, it was like a palindrome effect, I had switched to the exact opposite side.
The sluttier I was, the better I was feeling.
Paradoxically, the more obedient I was to Robbie, the more freedom I was experiencing. Weird, right?
*FUCK MY REPRESSED EMOTIONS! FUCK THE ALPHA MENTALITY BULLSHIT.*
Carlos lifted his legs up in the air and I ate his dirty hairy hole.
"Hmmm... Fuck... Eat daddy's caramel ass... You're good... Too fucking perfect."
I was proud.
I still had a long way to go to be perfect though.
When they told me that it was time for the double-penetration, my body started shaking in anticipation.
Both of their cocks were huge, like pornstars' level of fat hard cocks. They would destroy me for sure. Even Carlos seemed worried for me.
"You're sure, bro? I mean, he can take your cock, he could probably take mine... But both at the same time?"
"I'm not saying this won't hurt but I have been stretching his hole for weeks. He's ready." Robbie settled.
He then looked at me.
"Aren't you ready my boy?"
I nodded yes.
What the hell was wrong with me?
To get things going, Robbie asked me to get on all fours on the kitchen floor.
They would take turns shoving dildos and their own juicy dicks in my hole. It was all just a preparation for what was coming but it was pretty hardcore already.
My most intense fucking session to date.
For nearly forty minutes, I felt toys and cocks invading my ass until my hole was gaping like he had never gaped before. The first time I felt Carlos' going balls deeps, I thought my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
Jesus, it felt like he was rearranging my guts!