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 23: The confrontation
If Robbie was lying about his stupid "spermatophobia". What else was he lying about?
*ROBBIE IS GAY.*
Duh! The voice in my head did not need to convince me there.
I guessed that I had figured that one when he freaking kissed me, tongue and all, while fucking my ass!
What else? I felt like I was still missing something.
We were back in Robbie's car. I had not registered the moment when we left the bukkake shooting.
For sure, I had to lick off all the spunk from my face and chest, but it was all a blur.
Apparently, Claudio was very satisfied with my performance.
"We'll do your first gang bang scene and fisting by the end of the week; you better get prepared, Connor." Robbie explained casually as he was driving. "Don't worry, I will pass by the sex-shop to get you some more toys to train your hole, baby."
He was very happy with himself.
*ROBBIE IS A LIAR.*
I was torn.
On one hand, I wanted to jump off from the moving car or punch the guy. On the other hand, I wanted to go for another round of hard sex and blow his dick while he had his hands on the wheel.
Things were coming back to me. Things were finally making sense.
Or at least, some of it.
I replayed our entire journey in my head.
How did we end up there? Before the fucking, there were the dildos, the butt plugs, and before that, it was just blowing his dick. Even before, I was only giving him hand-jobs, with a condom at first, and then, with nothing on.
For fuck's sake, I was supposed to be his "assistant", help him out filming some content. It seemed like an eternity ago.
Slowly, but surely, Robbie had turned me into his willing and obedient bitch. I mean, I even agreed to be filmed 24/7 acting as his personal whore!
What the fuck had gone wrong?
*ROBBIE HAS BEEN LYING TO ME FROM THE START.*
We were back at the apartment now.
Robbie got naked and dropped on the couch. The usual. I undressed to my filthy jockstraps.
The incoherent unprocessed thoughts kept on coming in my brain, I was unable to control them. The puzzle was piecing itself together, yet, it was difficult to recognize that I had been tricked.
Because that was what had happened, right? I had been manipulated.
No matter how I was going about it, I would always end-up to the same conclusion. Everything started to go south once I had moved in with Robbie.
My landlord was present at the bukkake scene. Or did I dream that he was there? If he were... That meant that probably Robbie knew him.
*ROBBIE TRICKED YOU INTO MOVING-IN WITH HIM.*
I got the shivers at that thought.
"Hello? Connor, Hello? You're here with me?"
Robbie was moving his hand in front of my face.
"Sorry... I... I was just lost in my thoughts."
"Thinking about the amount of spunk you swallowed today?" He chuckled.
Asshole.
"No... I mean... Yeah..."
I could have confronted him right there, but I knew Robbie too well. He would totally turn the situation around and make me look like I was the crazy one.
If I wanted to have a chance to know the truth, I needed to come prepared.
"What is up with you, man?" Robbie asked me seriously. "You enjoyed the porn shooting, I could see it in your eyes, so what's wrong?"
"Nothing... I'm sorry... I guess I'm just missing having my ass filled. Seeing all those juicy cocks today and not being able to get fucked; that was frustrating." I lied.
Well, I was semi-lying. Part of this statement was true.
Robbie smiled largely, exactly what he wanted to hear.
I could play him too.
To be clear, if my feelings towards Robbie were all over the place, my sudden epiphany did not put into question the fact that I loved cocks, whether in my mouth or buried deep in my ass.
To put it even more simply: I knew that I was attracted to men and, although there was still a long way ahead - which I had not realized yet -, I had, for the most part, come to terms with that fact.
Thinking back, Robbie had probably seen something in me that I had never dared to see myself and this was why we had found ourselves in this situation. Maybe a glance in the locker-room had betrayed me...
Who knows?
"You think your ass can take it after yesterday?" Robbie asked me.
Shit, focus Connor, we were having a conversation.
I had to learn how to stay in the moment. I must have looked insane, but again, I had just taken and swallowed one hundred loads of spunk. Robbie could hardly blame me for being on edge.
"I don't know... Maybe you could rim me before plugging me again, to ease it in." I suggested.
"Agreed. On all fours." Robbie commanded, winking at the camera closest to the TV. (We were still live.)
What Robbie did not know was that I had another position in mind for the rimming session.
But I knew better than to ask him to sit on his face.
I would play his games, pretend that I was the one scarifying myself, doing most of the job. In short, I would use Robbie's method of convincing against him.
"Sir, if you do not mind, I think my hole would heal better if you'd just lie down and stick your tongue out. I'll take care of moving my ass around. I'll do the work. You should rest, you had a long day."
He did not even look suspicious.
Robbie really thought I was that mind-fucked that I could truly believe that HE had been the one having gone through "a long day"!
Seriously? Whose jaw and wrists were aching after so many blowjobs and stroking XXL pornstars' cocks!?
"Let's do that in your bed, so the fans can watch it." He spoke.
"Sure."
My jockstraps were defiled with cum and spunk all over the waistbands. Robbie would get quite the taste when rimming me.
I smiled thinking about his so-called spermatophobia, he grinned back at me. He probably assumed that I was just excited for what was to come.
To be fair, I was.
Robbie lied down on my bed, stark naked and hard as a rock, sweating already.
The bastard. He loved playing with me so bad.
"Stick your tongue out." I told him.
It felt weird, but nice, being the one giving the orders for once.
Surprisingly, Robbie followed them without any resistance. His warm fat tongue was out of his mouth in a split second, ready to eat me up.
I jumped on the bed, stood up above him and then squatted down until I felt the wetness of this tongue against my pucker.