Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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This story deals with a homophobe being forced into gay sex, I don't hold back on the language so if you need a trigger warning I have kindly provided this sentence to you.
"God damn it mom, he's a fucking fairy! You're gonna get AIDS from him!" I yelled.
My mother gasped, "Tim! There's no need for you to speak that way about him, I don't know what's gotten into you the last few years."
"Well, I know what's gotten into
you
and it's a fucking faggot's dick, Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed, frustrated.
I don't know why my dumb mother thinks that it's a good idea to fuck a dude who has told her that he's bisexual. We've seen his boyfriends come around lately trying to kiss up on him. Sure, Frank acts like he's not doing it with them and that they're just a bunch of overly affectionate gays, but everybody knows that fags are a bunch of sluts who go on grinder and fuck everybody they meet nonstop. It's ridiculous!
I'm lucky I turned eighteen already or the fucker would probably be trying to molest me. I sighed in disgust and went back to my bedroom to chill and play Call of Duty. Hopefully I could get my mind off my mom and her fag boyfriend. I only had to make it through this shithole for four more months and then I'd be off to college. Sure, there'd be queers there but at least they wouldn't be coming into my home. My mom worked second shift and would leave me alone all evening with Frank several nights a week, which was super awkward.
It doesn't help that this wannabe He-Man is 6 feet tall making him a full foot taller than me, so that I must physically look up at him. He is broad chested and hairy, a bear, that's what his fellow gays would call him. His cock is fucking huge too, that's all my mom wants, fucking whore. I saw him in the shower the other day. He slept over without me realizing it and when I got up in the morning to go to the bathroom I just opened the door and walked in. I was confused for a moment by the steaminess because my mother does not shower in the morning. Then out of the shower he stepped, big and naked, his huge cock just swinging there. I kind of stood, mouth agape, while he apologized for not locking the door, but did nothing to cover himself.
He tried to blow it off, "We're both guys," he said, "It's no big deal."
"Both guys?" I exclaimed, "That doesn't apply if it's guys that you have sex with bro!"
I just kind of stood there for a second even though I was conscious that I was staring at his cock and I realized he had to be as well. It was just such a bizarre situation for me to be in though. Eventually I turned away very slowly and went back to my room, locking the door. I hid until he left.
The last few weeks have kind of gone by like that. He spends more and more time at the house, and I've had these uncomfortable interactions with him. Apparently, he's one of those guys who likes to walk around naked. He realizes I'm in the house and he tries to stay to my mom's room or the bathroom when he's doing it but obviously we bump into each other. Sometimes I see him when he doesn't notice me and I'll watch just to see what he's about. I can't help but notice that he has a big ass. Not girly mind you, the guy squats and works out so he's got these huge fucking muscles down there.
What does a man need muscles like that in his ass for? Fucking fag shit.
Recently I snooped through some of his stuff and I found a small suitcase full of girls clothes, wigs and makeup. I wondered what they were from because while at first I thought maybe he was dressing as a girl they were clearly too small for him, maybe they were stuff he was buying for my mom. I didn't understand the wigs though, my mom already has great, long, feminine hair.
I decided to bring it up to my mother, maybe it could be evidence that he was cheating on her. She just laughed about it and said he had already told her that his ex was a cross dresser, those were some clothes that had been left with him. She joked that maybe I could try them on and it could be fun and maybe make me less "judgmental." What kind of stupid fairy shit is that?
I googled some crossdresser porn, awful. Things tagged tranny porn were not as bad, some of those trannies do an okay job, especially the Thai ones. Ultimately though it's all basically just putting lipstick on a pig.
The big kicker came today, I woke up and I came into the kitchen to find them both fucking sitting there looking at me like they had something to talk about. Then this dumb bitch says she's marrying him and I was like are you fucking serious this is some dumb shit. I told Frank he needs to get the fuck out of my house and stop trying to give my mother herpes. I stormed back to my room to hide, sitting there with my headphones on playing Call of Duty and ignoring my mother at the door. She seemed pretty pissed.
Two of Frank's friends came over in the evening I had calmed down enough to come out, or so I thought, and we all sat around watching movies and eating. None of them were flamers so I could kind of pretend that these dudes weren't a bunch of queers even though I suspected that they all were. My mom serving them drinks and making food for them, snuggling up next to Frank so close, really bugged me.
Then one of them, who introduced himself as Peter, commented, "You know who he reminds me of? Ralph." Peter was another bear, not as fit as Frank but a bigger dude, with a short, well-trimmed beard. Probably an idiot.
"Do wha?" I said, "Me?"
I saw that this comment made Frank a little uncomfortable, so I pursued it. "So who was Ralph?"
"He means Rachel." Frank's other friend said, as if I might now know who they were talking about. Friend two was Frank's token black friend, Byron. He was a tall, lanky fellow and had this dumb, flat-topped haircut. I thought that shit was an 80's thing.
"Yeah yeah," Peter said, "Ralph was what, 5 feet flat and really small. Had a cute face."
"Nah." I said, catching his drift, knowing that I was in fact 5'1. "Ain't nobody says I'm cute but my mom!"
Both of Frank's friends were then like, "Ohh, come on, you're cute!" as if I needed some assurance that I was cute.
I almost blew up right then, but instead I shoved popcorn in my mouth and stewed. I understood that they were comparing me to some damn fairy, which irked me. I'm just short! I could be the bigger man, figuratively. I had stormed off too much lately, needed to stand my ground. This was my house!
I had an idea... I started to just throw random insults at them, and Frank in particular. Not a tirade, but frequent comments over the next hour. I figured if I was intolerable enough, Frank would call it off with my mom. I thought embarrassing him in front of his buds would be a good start. I saw him get progressively more annoyed, but what could he do? I was his fiancé's son. My mom was getting more pissed, while Byron kind of laughed, maybe he thought these were good natured jabs.
Peter, for his part, looked shocked, I guess he lives in a bubble. His face told me he couldn't believe anyone would say things like, "Must be rough knowing you'll burn in hell." Definitely an idiot.
My mom broke first and sent me to my room. Shortly thereafter I was treated to the sound of Frank and her arguing. She burst in my room just before ten, in tears.
"Frank said he needs some time to think about things!" She shouted at me, tears in her eyes.
Even though this was great news, you can't really be snide when somebody is crying in front of you, so I got quiet, just letting her lecture me. She yelled about how I was running her life, how hard it was to be a single mom, etc, etc.
She could probably tell she wasn't getting through to me so she concluded with, "I hope you're happy!" and retreated back to her room. The house was quiet the rest of the night.
It was quiet the next day too, as we were both on eggshells. Frank wasn't around though, so I was silently patting myself on the back. On the third day my mom started to perk up, and said she'd make her lasagna, my favorite dish, and some kool-aid.
Fuck yeah kool-aid is lit.
