From Homophobe to Homo Ch. 01

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 1: Muscle Worshipper 69

Fucking Fag!

I was pissed. Not only my landlord was kicking me out but I could see him checking out my bulge the whole time he was scolding me about not paying my rent!

Yes, I have a big thick cock in my pants but that's not for this perv's eyes to see! I should have broken his teeth but I could not really afford more trouble with the Law. Not anymore.

Besides, the skinny fruit had come up with the fucking cops and bailiff this time. Nothing that I could do.

And the way he was implying that we could find other ways of payments. Did he really think he could suck my dick? Fuck him! Although he would like that too much, getting fucked by an Alpha male like me.

"Guys, I'm screwed." I said as I arrived to the garage.

Robbie, Eric and Oliver were the only ones there, they were changing in the locker-room into their work-gears, we had to wear a fucking blue overall all day long. The boss and part of the crew were handling an emergency on the 3rd avenue, picking up a huge truck there after an accident.

"What's up my man?" Eric asked.

I did my usual handshakes with each one of them, a fist bump followed by a quick tap on their right shoulder.

"My landlord has sent the fucking cops at my door this morning. The faggot is kicking me out!"

"Ain't it like the fifth time he's tried to get you out?" Robbie commented.

"Maybe, but this is serious this time. I had to take all of my shit and go. I mean the furniture came with the apartment, the rest, the clothes, my weights, my shakes, it's all in my car. I'm homeless, for real."

"What the hell are you doing with your money, bro? How can you not manage to pay your rent?" Eric questioned.

Eric was a good ten years older than us, a strong black guy. I admired his aesthetic body, the guy had pecs twice my size, but I hated his morale lessons. He thought he had his shit together just because he was married with three kids.

Sure, his wife was a good MILF that I would have gladly banged each night but his condescending ways were getting on my nerves.

"It's not like the garage is paying us loads!" I snapped back at him.

"Still, we all have a roof over our heads..."

Here he was again, thinking he was so much better than me.

"I made some investments and I cannot get back my money until they pay off. That's all."

"Investments?"

That was Robbie asking, but contrary to the other two, he seemed genuinely interested. I always had the feeling that he was looking up to me. He often asked me advice on work-out routines, diets, or girls. As you may assume, in the car repair shop, we were all scoring some girls but I was definitely the strongest player of our crew!

"Crypto." I replied.

When I put a few hundred dollars and then a few thousand dollars in bitcoins and NFTs, I thought it was the greatest idea ever. Making some money without having to move my fingers. Now, I was not so sure but I was never going to admit this to Eric.

"Mmm. Crypto is risky." Oliver mumbled.

Oliver is a British guy and he is a total sucker to Eric and the chief. I mean, he is a good drinker and we can have fun when we go out but every time I would bump heads with Eric, he would systematically take his side. Little prick.

I should have not been surprised by his remark though, most of the guys in the garage were pussies. Always scared to take the slightest risks in their lives!

"What are you going to do about your apartment?" Eric asked, a bit more seriously.

"No idea... I mean, I'll have to find a place to crash and then I'll rent something else. I'll figure."

I had to play it cool. I did not want to look like I was worried or feeling some beta male's type of way.

"I have a big flat, you can stay at my place if you want." Robbie proposed.

He was taking off his undershirt as we spoke, we would often work shirtless during the summer. I was actually the one doing that first and as often, the others followed my lead. I guess that it is what happens when you're an Alpha.

I realized that my work with Robbie on his work-out routine and diet was paying off, the dude was almost as ripped as I was at this point.

As a general principle, I was not very into accepting help from anyone, but Robbie was a good lad so I thought it was a safe option.

"Sure. It should not take long until I find a place to stay. Worst case scenario, I can call one of my girls and stay at her place but the risk is that she could then imagine things, and I have no time for this bullshit."

"Can you imagine being committed into a serious relationship? THE HORROR!" Eric mocked me. Oliver smiled but Robbie did not.

"I'm 24, Eric. Way too soon to deprive the girls of New York City of this." I grabbed my dick to make my point. Everyone knew I was packing big. Even Eric and his big black cock could not compete with mine.

"If you say so..."

"Anyway, if you want to stay at my place, that's cool." Robbie concluded.

Just like that, it was decided, I would crash at Robbie's place, at least for a few days.

I had never been to his place before and I was afraid I would find myself in a sinister and very small studio. To my astonishment, it was the complete opposite. We drove separately in each of our car to a fancy neighbourhood.

Robbie was living in a modern apartment complex. The bastard had a huge living room for himself, a brand-new kitchen, one large bedroom and a smaller room with a desk, some ring lights and a couple gym equipment. The bathroom was the best, the tub was big enough to fit two people in it. Crazy standards for New York City.

I would love to fuck some nasty girl in that tub!

"Dude, I had no idea you were so loaded! Your parents are friends with Jeff Bezos or something?"

"You're kidding, my parents live in the middle of nowhere in Minnesota. They could never afford a place like this."

"So what?"

"I just have my own ways to make good money!" He said mysteriously.

I was very much intrigued.

As soon as we stepped foot in his apartment, Robbie removed his top... but also his pants, only leaving his grey socks and grey underwear on. I had seen him naked a bunch of times in the shower at the local gym where we trained, he was matching my size down-there.

"Hope you don't mind, bro, I just like being comfortable when I'm in here." He commented while throwing his sneakers in a closet.

"I get it. I'm almost constantly in my underwear at home... Well, when I had a home!"

"I have some good things in the fridge, healthy stuff. Help yourself, we'll talk about the rent situation later."

I opened the fridge and it looked pretty much like mine. I had shared so many of my secrets with Robbie, he knew exactly what to eat and not to eat to remain in shape.

Maybe I should start being careful about this, I thought... It is nice to help a younger bro but not cool if he takes the spotlight for himself.

I would have to keep Robbie in check if he were to become too confident.

If only I knew back then what was about to go down...

"Rent situation?" I asked, mindlessly.

"Yeah, well... I mean, you did plan to pay me some sort of rent for the length of you stay, right?"

"Oh..."

Actually, I did not, at all. Truth was: I was under a lot of debts. An awful lot. I thought Robbie had just made a bro gesture. But thinking about it, I would rather not owe anything to anyone. Besides, I could not admit that I did not see any way of paying him back anytime soon.

"Sure. Once I'm back on my feet, I'll pay you something."

"No need to go over the details now. I fully trust you." He smiled at me.

Weirdly, since we were in his apartment, the dynamic had shifted a little. Robbie was way more assertive, confident. Maybe he was not such a beta after all. I was contemplating the various fancy items in his place while eating my chicken with some salads. There was not a single cheap stuff.

Robbie was on his brand-new phone, typing furiously.

"You found yourself a girl for tonight?" I asked, hoping to see some pics.

To get me, you have to know that I am pretty much horny 24/7, always ready to fill up a cunt with my milk. If I am not having sex, I am definitely thinking about it.

I had not nutted since the day before. My dumbass of a landlord had interrupted me close to finishing myself off in my shower that morning. I was half hard the whole time he was kicking me out of the apartment and the perv had clearly noticed my state. I was still fuming about this.

"No... I..." Robbie marked a pause. "Maybe I should just tell you since we are going to live together. It will just make things easier."

"Tell me what?"

"I'm actually working right now."

"Like doing trading and shit on your phone?"

"No... Doing this."

Robbie moved his phone below him and filmed himself as if he was taking a shirtless selfie, then he said looking down at his phone:

"You fucking love what you see, right? Your daddy's big muscles? What do you like best? My biceps or my pecs?" He flexed both at the camera.

He was speaking in a tone very different from the one he would use at the garage. It was like he was someone else.

I was taken aback, a bit aroused too, to think that he was sexting a girl so bluntly. One nasty whore must have been on the other side of those exchanges! I love dirty talk.

"What the fuck, bro?" I asked, laughing.

He smirked at me.

"Told you, I'm just working!"

"By sexting with bitches?"

He showed me his phone, it was an app which looked like a bank account. $30 had just appeared out of nowhere.

"And the bitch just paid me!" He claimed.

"WOW! Robbie, that's crazy!"

"Just check this out."

Doing the same move, he positioned the phone to film himself a second time.

"You think $30 is enough, you fucking nasty bitch! Look at my bro there." He turned the phone towards me to record me. "Don't you think two hunky and horny mechanics deserve more than 30 dollars; you dumb fag?"

I was more and more confused.

"Wait... Fag? Who are you sending this to?"

"You really think I was sending this to a girl?" He bursted out laughing. "Do you know any girl who would pay for that kind of content?"

When the reality hit me, I was stunned. I just could not believe it!

"You're sending this kind of videos to guys, to faggots! That's sick bro, so fucking sick!"

"Look, another $50."

He showed me his phone and indeed $50 had just appeared on the app. But this time I saw a name beside the number: "muscleworshipper69".

"Bro, that's a big fat no! You know those pervs are jerking off to this shit! And you just sent a video of me to a fag! You recorded me. What the fuck, man?"

"Don't use that word, Connor. "Faggot". You're eating a meal and you'll be sleeping in a couch paid by this guy." Robbie said calmly.

"Are you serious? You just called him a fag in the video!"

"Yeah, but it was all acting, to get him going because he wanted to be called like that. Otherwise, I would not have done it."

"I really can't believe you've just included me in this."

I was pissed now. The whole thing just felt sickening to me. I fucking hated homos and I thought Robbie and I were on the same page on that matter.

"Come on, Connor, it was a 5 seconds video, you are wearing your tank top, you did not even say a word! It's not like I sent this guy a video of you jerking off or pushing a dildo up your ass! Everybody who runs into you in the street can see you but they don't give you 50 dollars for it."

He was right but I still had an icky feeling about this.

"That's just gross..." I mumbled.

"Look, because you were featured in this one, let's say that 50$ is all yours. That means the rent and your meal for tonight are paid off."

"I'm not sure I even want to stay at your place anymore. Robbie, I really don't like fag shit like that."

My dad had raised me right. Well, besides the beating and insulting, he had taught me good values, how to be a real Man.

"Suit yourself." Robbie shrugged his shoulders. "But if you do stay, know that you won't owe me anything. At least for tonight. I'm reading the messages from this guy as we speak and he is fucking turned on right now. I'm going to make a ton of money."

"That's insane, dude."

I did finish my chicken though; I was very hungry and it was delicious. Did Robbie also have a cook hidden in the apartment or something?

"It was a bit weird at first, but now, I don't really give a shit." He just commented, while typing more messages on his phone.

"You are really showing yourself to fag... to gay guys?" I corrected myself. "Like, regularly?"

I had to make some sort of an effort; Robbie was giving me a solid by letting me stay at his place.

"Mostly, I talk dirty to them and show them some of my muscles. They do enjoy it when I pretend to spit on them or to smother them with my pits."

I had the sudden memory of seeing a guy selling armpits and feet pics online for thousands of dollars. His name was Carlos, we were training at the same gym. Hairy motherfucker. I had also encountered my fair share of pervs on Instagram asking me to show them my feet. We even joked about it at the garage with Oliver.

Of course, I had blocked those fairies from my account.

"You show off your feet too?" I asked Robbie, always eager to show that I was knowledgeable on all matters, even on this gross one.

"Sometimes, the feet people are really good payers."

I must admit, after the initial shock, I was processing that Robbie had just made $80 in less than three minutes and it did pique my curiosity a bit.

"And how much money do you make exactly? Like in a month?"

"Largely enough to quit the garage if I wanted to. But they really like the fact that I'm a mechanic and for my mom and the girlfriends I meet, it's still better that I have a regular job to show off. I keep that side activity on the down low."

"Dude... I... I'm speechless."

Robbie grinned at me.

"That's not such a big deal. But since we may share this space, I thought you should know because even if you live here, I will have to keep working. I can't change my whole routine for you."

A part of me wanted to leave as I was not a big fan of this other side of "confident Robbie", but it was very late and realistically, I had nowhere else to go. Plus, the couch seemed very comfortable (probably worth more than $2.000) and I was tired.

"That's fine, bro. It's just not my thing. But thanks for letting me stay tonight, and you did say we were even because of that video, right?"

"Yes, totally! You paid for your night by appearing in it."

"Cool... Look, if that's fine with you, I'll just go take a shower and then go to sleep."

"Go ahead. I really want you to feel at ease here, just do like you would do at your own place."

"Thanks bro."

I fist-bumped him and walked to the bathroom.

I was still a bit weirded out by this revelation but the freaking five stars bathtub made me seriously reconsider my desire to leave. I could not believe that Robbie would purposely turn on faggots to pay for this stuff but I had to admit, the bubbles and fancy shower gels were feeling fucking amazing!

I was super horny at this point and I started jacking off in the tub.

That did feel nice. I went through Denise's profile on my phone, a black girl I was chatting with on Instagram, she had her big juicy butt exposed on pretty much her entire feed. Slutty college girl. Not shy. Everything I like!

I slid into her DMs while I was already pumping my nine inches hard cock with my left hand. Yeap, you read that right motherfucker, nine freaking inches. My dick was made to destroy bad bitches.

I took a quick pic to get her horny and then I used my two hands to really jerk off my shaft.

Denise was online. Thirty seconds later, I received two boobs' pics. Good girl.

I would have preferred to see her hole but I was so horny that it was good enough to get me to the edge. Although I would not say this to anyone, the feeling of the bubbles sliding in my ass crack felt so damn right as well.

I was getting close to cumming when I heard Robbie in the other room.

"Eat my ass, you fucking slut!" He was saying.

Damn! The bastard was still going at it!

"Get your tongue in there, real deep."

Robbie was nasty! I had no idea. I was semi paying attention to him and to Denise's texts. She was hot but she was sending boring stuff at this point, a photo of her thong when I had already asked for her gaping hole. On the other hand, Robbie was saying the kind of filthy stuff that I liked to say during sex.

"I'll fucking smother you with my ass until you cannot breathe anymore, and then I'll choke you with my big white alpha cock!"

Fuck, my mind must have done a weird transfer. Listening to Robbie's dirty talk, it was almost like I was the one telling this stuff to Denise. When he said "come swallow Daddy's cream" a few seconds later, I exploded on my chest, neck and even on my face.

As far as I can remember, I have always released huge loads of cum and this time was no exception. Even if it was kind of disgusting to hit myself in my eyes or on my mouth, I was proud of the amount of jizz I could produce.

Another proof that I was a real Alpha man!

I still had some cum dripping from my face, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss, when the door of the bathroom slammed opened.

"Hey!" I yelled, in full panic mode as if I had been caught by my own mother.

Robbie looked at me, he made a face when he realized I was covered with spunk. I was trying to wipe it out quickly with my wet hands.

"Sorry bro, just needed to pee. I forgot that you were here." He said, seemingly unbothered.

"Damn, dude! Have you heard of the word privacy?"

He slid down his boxers and started to pee in the toilets right in front of me. I could see his limp (but fat) cock releasing a very steady stream of yellow piss. Gross.

"Come on Connor, you're always showing off at the gym. I've seen everything already. Look how much piss I had in me; I could have hardly waited." He replied pointing at his dick.

I do not know why but I did look at his uncut dick pissing for a few seconds. It was a lot of fluids, indeed.

"Arff. I don't want to look at your dirty dick." I finally said, snapping back to reality.

"Well, I'm not going to install a lock on that door just because you're staying here. And at least, I did not interrupt you, I can see that you were all done already!"

He grinned at me, not even taking the time to pull back his underwear as he was done pissing.

I blushed a little.

"I just nutted like a geyser talking to this girl." I said, trying to sound a bit cooler. I did not want to look embarrassed. (I fucking was though!)

"Yeah, you still have some on your chin and on your nose."

"Fuck..."

I wiped some more and I realized he was right! I had jizz on my face this whole time. Not only that, I could see my thick sperm not being entirely dissolved in the water. Robbie got closer to the tub, his dick still in full view.

"Can I see?" He asked.

"What?"

"The girl! Not your cock, dummy."

He had never called me dummy before or even dared to tease or mock me. I did lose some points getting caught with cum on my face but thankfully, he had given me the perfect opportunity to show him the kind of girls I could handle. I knew I was still beating him on that regard.