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FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO
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, at all, the views of its author. I do not endorse some of the actions depicted in this story in real life. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Muscle Worshipper 69 (Part 1)
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.”
[Chapter 1 continues below]
Thanks for your support!
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FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO
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, at all, the views of its author. I do not endorse some of the actions depicted in this story in real life. All characters featured are above 18. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Muscle Worshipper 69 (Part 1)
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.”
[Chapter 1 continues below]
