Connor is gonna have sex with guys? He is gonna give up his virginity?I hope you enjoyed this chapter, guys. Just so you know, this was the only straight sex scene of the entire 24 chapters book. Connor won't be seeing any pussy anytime soon!- from TL's literotica page
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At this point, if I was Robbie, I was thinking how to get the hell out of that situation — but that is not going to happen, clearly. lol
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Hi guys,
I can confirm this was the only straight sex scene.
From now on, it will only be about dicks dicks dicks dicks dicks... ahah
I can confirm this was the only straight sex scene.
From now on, it will only be about dicks dicks dicks dicks dicks... ahah
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FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO
Chapter 7: The mailman’s secrets (Part 1)
My room smelt - and felt - like a cum-dumpster for Robbie, filled with used condoms and dirty underwear.
I was falling asleep and then waking-up soaked in that very peculiar odour of jizz.
On the morning, I spent a full hour preparing the packages for his clients, reluctantly handling his old condoms and the underwear defiled with his spunk to ship them in small envelopes or boxes.
First of all, I wanted to get rid of this crap from my room.
Second of all, we had had too many fights with Robbie lately and I had come to the conclusion that I was losing every one of them. I had decided to change my strategy. Instead of complaining, I thought it would be smarter to do as much “assistant work” as possible to make the biggest amount of money in the shortest amount of time.
Then, I would get out of this place and get on with my life.
I took it upon myself and I had nearly ten packages ready to be shipped when he woke up in the other room.
“That does look like an excellent job, assistant.” Robbie said, walking towards me with a huge tent in his underwear.
The dude was shameless.
“Yeah… I’m just helping you out, as we discussed.”
“Sure.”
He handed me a 100 dollars bill.
The way he was paying me was weird. Living rent-free was part of my salary and the rest was mostly dependant on his mood. There were not fixed rates or fees. I mean, I was making a few hundred per week but it was hard to have any kind of visibility for the foreseeable future.
“Thanks, mate. Do you need anything else? I’d like to make a bit more money this week.” I spoke.
“I’m posting the videos we shot the other day, depending on how they work, I’ll give you an additional share. There is also this one guy I’m chatting with. Sounds like a big fish and you might be helpful with him.”
“How?”
“I’m still discussing with him but apparently, he loved the fact that there was a sub with me while we were filming the latest content.”
“A sub?”
“A submissive.” Seeing that he was not making himself clear, he added: “You, dummy!”
“Fuck you, Rob! I’m no submissive!”
“I meant in the video! Like, in the roleplay. Chill! I know you’re an Alpha in real life. Want some pancakes?”
“No, still working on my diet.” I answered, feeling gloomy.
“Are you pissed at me or something?”
“I’m not.”
“I get that you would be mad that Lucy was not able to come last night but I reckon you still had your fun, right?”
I eluded the question. Complaining would have just made me sound more like a wuss and I had no intention discussing of yet another time where Robbie’s spunk ended up on my face.
“Next time, I’ll just go find a chick for myself.” I simply spoke.
“You go do that, champ!” He patted my shoulders, brushing me with his big hard dick while passing me over.
I managed to contain myself, proof that I had come very far in the previous weeks.
Robbie was working at the garage that day and I was not, that helped me stay in a good mood, knowing that I would have the apartment for myself for once.
He went to take a shower quickly and I promised him that I would post every package when he left.
I am not going to lie, I felt a bit uncomfortable leaving the apartment for the post office with a box full of my roommate’s jizz. I did not want to think of what those fags would do with such a dirty envelope in their mail-box.
Speaking about fags, that was my luck that Patrick hopped in the elevator on the fourth floor with his annoying little chihuahua Britney in his hands.
I was not semi-naked this time, which was a plus, but I must have been reeking cum. The dog was sniffing the box that I was holding like crazy.
“Still living with Rob, I assume?” Patrick said with the most disgusting smile.
“Yeap…”
“If I did not know you to be such a raging homophobe, I could imagine things!” He winked at me.
Being mocked by anyone was not something that I would normally tolerate, but by a fucking fairy, this was simply inacceptable.
“If I were you, I would shut my dumb queer mouth.” I snapped back.
Britney growled at me and I spontaneously took a step back. That bitch had already bitten me once and my brain must have subconsciously feared her.
“Ahah! You do look tough, honey! Terrified of my little monster!”
On that, Patrick was right, that little dog was a monster owned by a freak. We were finally arriving on the first floor so I just ignored his comment.
I wish it had stopped there but the fag could not help himself while I was getting out of the elevator.
“Nice view from here!” He commented, checking my ass.
At this point, I could no longer help myself; I turned around and jumped at his throat.
When would I fucking learn from my mistakes? This was the worst idea I could have had, the freaking chihuahua jumped from his master’s hands straight to my face, I let go of the box containing all the packages, I lost balance and fell on the floor like a freaking moron!
How humiliating was that?!
But this was nothing compared to what was coming! The real tragedy occurred when the dog started chewing on the box and messing with its content.
There, before Patrick’s uncredulous eyes, Britney was biting into an old condom and rolling into a pair of dirty underwear.
“Oh My!” Patrick screamed in a high-pitched voice. “What in the hell is that?”
How could I explain wandering around with a box literally filled with jizz? I was dying inside.
“None of your business.” I said, panting on the floor.
“Come on, Britney, don’t lick that! That’s dirty! Very dirty! Mr. Connor is a very nasty boy!”
Another neighbour passed by in the lobby. A hot MILF, blond, gifted with humongous boobs. In any other circumstances, I would have hit on her. Lying on the floor with dirty underwear, chewed condoms and cum everywhere, I was definitely not on my A-game though.
“Hi Patrick. What’s going on there? Are you ok, Sir?” She said, looking down at me.
“Don’t talk to him, Linda. Look at what he is carrying with him inside our building!”
I was too stunned to speak.
“What is that?”
“Cum, Linda! Look at that! Gallons of cum spread on the floor! This is simply disgusting!”
“Good Lord! We need to snap pictures and call the police.”
She got her phone out of her pocket and hit record. Every time I thought that my life could not get any worse, I was reaching a new low! This could not be happening.
“Please, don’t! Stop! This is… This was an accident! The dog attacked me.”
She filmed the chihuahua.
“That dog?! Britney is the sweetest angel!”
I was scrambling on the floor trying to pick up everything. I knew my cheeks and ears were fully red.
“We’re not here to judge, Linda. Everybody has his kinks, I just wanted to let you know to avoid that kind of fellas.”
She rolled her eyes.
“NEW-YORK CITY! Land of the pervs!” She yelled, getting in the elevator.
“That’s just too good!” Patrick said, laughing hysterically once she was gone.
I was at a loss for words. I picked up what I could and hurried back upstairs. I was mortified and literally trembling. I went back to the apartment and threw everything on the floor. All of the four condoms were ripped off. One of the underwear had been chewed on.
FUCK MY LIFE.
Not only I was humiliated beyond belief but I had also messed everything up. Robbie would be furious, no doubt. He had been working on these dirty samples for nearly a week and now, most of them could not be sent out. How much money would he lose? My stomach was aching, I was pacing around the living-room like a lion trapped in his cage.
All of this because of that queer living on the fourth floor! Fuck him! I was ready to kill that guy and his stupid rat of a dog!
I calmed down. I had to. I could come up with a solution. I was no idiot.
I went back through the packages. Some of them were still ok. I was missing a Calvin Klein underwear and four condoms filled with cum.
Ok. This could be resolved. All I had to do was to do the deed myself and I could still send the packages. I mean, those faggots would not be able to tell the difference between Robbie and I’s semen.
Although I hated the thought that some fairy would play with my own male juice, at least, he would not know it was coming from me.
Now, I needed to be practical. Cumming five times in a single day, I thought that I had already done that, but I had gotten drained the day before while Robbie was fucking Sofia.
Why the hell did that turn me on so much by the way? This was a question for another time.
I thought this was doable in a couple of days. I just had to be careful with Robbie to make sure that he would not notice anything.
And fuck, that meant I would have to use my jizz for this stupid assistant’s job instead of breeding girls, something which had become my number 1 priority in the past few days… But desperate times call for desperate measures.
I have never been one to pounder and think everything through. I immediately put my plan into action.
Real Alpha men act, they don’t waste their time studying each and every option.
First, I went to the post office as planned to ship what I could, and kept the receipts to show Robbie if he ever asked. Then, I went to buy the same grey Calvin Klein’s underwear and a bunch of condoms. Lucky for me, Robbie and I were the same size down there, maybe he was a bit bigger than me but we were both using MAGNUM XXL condoms.
I figured I could cum twice that day, send off the underwear and the condom, and three times the next day. Then, that would be as if I had never destroyed the filthy products in the first place.
I started my jerk-off marathon by taking care of the underwear. I worked out a sweat in my bedroom, using the gym equipment, always a good way for me to get my ideas straight, and then I launched a good porn to jack off to.
I was a bit stressed, or maybe I was exhausted, but my cock did not get hard straight away. Only when I went on the roughest websites with guys destroying girls and talking dirty, my dick got up.
Once I was in the mood, it did not take me long to cum though. I aimed right at the boxer briefs and made sure to leave a huge stain. Despite my ejaculation the previous night, I still unloaded several volleys of thick white cum.
Thank God, I could still count on my big dick and balls to help me out, even in times like this!
That day, I had made it my freaking life mission to prepare those damn packages and to ship them. I let an hour pass by and I went back at it, jerking-off wearing a condom.
That was unusual for me and not the most comfortable experience. I had always preferred to play bareback and any dude who would say that the experience with a condom is comparable would be a fucking liar.
I was pissed that my mind was wandering back to Robbie’s crazy sex session from the previous night, but I let it, I needed to cum badly and any way would do.
I had time to jizz a second time, fill the condom, and ship everything to the right address before my roommate got home. I have to say, I was pretty proud of me. Nobody could say that I was not resourceful!
When Robbie came back, I lied and said that I had delivered everything as planned. Thankfully, he did not ask too many questions, his brain space was occupied with something else.
“Thanks bro! I have great news as well.” He said, throwing off his clothes all around the place.
It was like this dude could not wear a freaking pair of pants inside his apartment!
“What is it?” I asked casually.
“My client agreed to pay a crazy amount of money to have my sub featured in a video again.”
I knew that “the sub” was referring to me now.
“Really?”
“Yeah, nearly five hundred dollars just for one video, just a few minutes.”
“That’s a crazy amount of money.”
“Yeah, and it’s not even something too out-there. He simply wants you to jerk me off.”
I almost spilled out the water I was drinking.
“No way, dude! That must be off limit!” I exclaimed.
Robbie smiled at me.
“I was sure you would say that. To be honest, this was my first thought too, like, I don’t want you to touch my cock, that’s disgusting.”
At least, we could agree on something!
“Ok, so what do you want to do?”
“It’s a shame because I guess it would have been fine if I had not had my doubts about your… your tendencies.”
“Come on, man! Not this again?”
“I mean, who had not jerked off with a mate? No big deal, no homo! But if there is a chance one of the guys might be gay, it’s a whole other story.”
[Chapter 7 continues below]
Thanks for your support!
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FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO
Chapter 7: The mailman’s secrets (Part 1)
My room smelt - and felt - like a cum-dumpster for Robbie, filled with used condoms and dirty underwear.
I was falling asleep and then waking-up soaked in that very peculiar odour of jizz.
On the morning, I spent a full hour preparing the packages for his clients, reluctantly handling his old condoms and the underwear defiled with his spunk to ship them in small envelopes or boxes.
First of all, I wanted to get rid of this crap from my room.
Second of all, we had had too many fights with Robbie lately and I had come to the conclusion that I was losing every one of them. I had decided to change my strategy. Instead of complaining, I thought it would be smarter to do as much “assistant work” as possible to make the biggest amount of money in the shortest amount of time.
Then, I would get out of this place and get on with my life.
I took it upon myself and I had nearly ten packages ready to be shipped when he woke up in the other room.
“That does look like an excellent job, assistant.” Robbie said, walking towards me with a huge tent in his underwear.
The dude was shameless.
“Yeah… I’m just helping you out, as we discussed.”
“Sure.”
He handed me a 100 dollars bill.
The way he was paying me was weird. Living rent-free was part of my salary and the rest was mostly dependant on his mood. There were not fixed rates or fees. I mean, I was making a few hundred per week but it was hard to have any kind of visibility for the foreseeable future.
“Thanks, mate. Do you need anything else? I’d like to make a bit more money this week.” I spoke.
“I’m posting the videos we shot the other day, depending on how they work, I’ll give you an additional share. There is also this one guy I’m chatting with. Sounds like a big fish and you might be helpful with him.”
“How?”
“I’m still discussing with him but apparently, he loved the fact that there was a sub with me while we were filming the latest content.”
“A sub?”
“A submissive.” Seeing that he was not making himself clear, he added: “You, dummy!”
“Fuck you, Rob! I’m no submissive!”
“I meant in the video! Like, in the roleplay. Chill! I know you’re an Alpha in real life. Want some pancakes?”
“No, still working on my diet.” I answered, feeling gloomy.
“Are you pissed at me or something?”
“I’m not.”
“I get that you would be mad that Lucy was not able to come last night but I reckon you still had your fun, right?”
I eluded the question. Complaining would have just made me sound more like a wuss and I had no intention discussing of yet another time where Robbie’s spunk ended up on my face.
“Next time, I’ll just go find a chick for myself.” I simply spoke.
“You go do that, champ!” He patted my shoulders, brushing me with his big hard dick while passing me over.
I managed to contain myself, proof that I had come very far in the previous weeks.
Robbie was working at the garage that day and I was not, that helped me stay in a good mood, knowing that I would have the apartment for myself for once.
He went to take a shower quickly and I promised him that I would post every package when he left.
I am not going to lie, I felt a bit uncomfortable leaving the apartment for the post office with a box full of my roommate’s jizz. I did not want to think of what those fags would do with such a dirty envelope in their mail-box.
Speaking about fags, that was my luck that Patrick hopped in the elevator on the fourth floor with his annoying little chihuahua Britney in his hands.
I was not semi-naked this time, which was a plus, but I must have been reeking cum. The dog was sniffing the box that I was holding like crazy.
“Still living with Rob, I assume?” Patrick said with the most disgusting smile.
“Yeap…”
“If I did not know you to be such a raging homophobe, I could imagine things!” He winked at me.
Being mocked by anyone was not something that I would normally tolerate, but by a fucking fairy, this was simply inacceptable.
“If I were you, I would shut my dumb queer mouth.” I snapped back.
Britney growled at me and I spontaneously took a step back. That bitch had already bitten me once and my brain must have subconsciously feared her.
“Ahah! You do look tough, honey! Terrified of my little monster!”
On that, Patrick was right, that little dog was a monster owned by a freak. We were finally arriving on the first floor so I just ignored his comment.
I wish it had stopped there but the fag could not help himself while I was getting out of the elevator.
“Nice view from here!” He commented, checking my ass.
At this point, I could no longer help myself; I turned around and jumped at his throat.
When would I fucking learn from my mistakes? This was the worst idea I could have had, the freaking chihuahua jumped from his master’s hands straight to my face, I let go of the box containing all the packages, I lost balance and fell on the floor like a freaking moron!
How humiliating was that?!
But this was nothing compared to what was coming! The real tragedy occurred when the dog started chewing on the box and messing with its content.
There, before Patrick’s uncredulous eyes, Britney was biting into an old condom and rolling into a pair of dirty underwear.
“Oh My!” Patrick screamed in a high-pitched voice. “What in the hell is that?”
How could I explain wandering around with a box literally filled with jizz? I was dying inside.
“None of your business.” I said, panting on the floor.
“Come on, Britney, don’t lick that! That’s dirty! Very dirty! Mr. Connor is a very nasty boy!”
Another neighbour passed by in the lobby. A hot MILF, blond, gifted with humongous boobs. In any other circumstances, I would have hit on her. Lying on the floor with dirty underwear, chewed condoms and cum everywhere, I was definitely not on my A-game though.
“Hi Patrick. What’s going on there? Are you ok, Sir?” She said, looking down at me.
“Don’t talk to him, Linda. Look at what he is carrying with him inside our building!”
I was too stunned to speak.
“What is that?”
“Cum, Linda! Look at that! Gallons of cum spread on the floor! This is simply disgusting!”
“Good Lord! We need to snap pictures and call the police.”
She got her phone out of her pocket and hit record. Every time I thought that my life could not get any worse, I was reaching a new low! This could not be happening.
“Please, don’t! Stop! This is… This was an accident! The dog attacked me.”
She filmed the chihuahua.
“That dog?! Britney is the sweetest angel!”
I was scrambling on the floor trying to pick up everything. I knew my cheeks and ears were fully red.
“We’re not here to judge, Linda. Everybody has his kinks, I just wanted to let you know to avoid that kind of fellas.”
She rolled her eyes.
“NEW-YORK CITY! Land of the pervs!” She yelled, getting in the elevator.
“That’s just too good!” Patrick said, laughing hysterically once she was gone.
I was at a loss for words. I picked up what I could and hurried back upstairs. I was mortified and literally trembling. I went back to the apartment and threw everything on the floor. All of the four condoms were ripped off. One of the underwear had been chewed on.
FUCK MY LIFE.
Not only I was humiliated beyond belief but I had also messed everything up. Robbie would be furious, no doubt. He had been working on these dirty samples for nearly a week and now, most of them could not be sent out. How much money would he lose? My stomach was aching, I was pacing around the living-room like a lion trapped in his cage.
All of this because of that queer living on the fourth floor! Fuck him! I was ready to kill that guy and his stupid rat of a dog!
I calmed down. I had to. I could come up with a solution. I was no idiot.
I went back through the packages. Some of them were still ok. I was missing a Calvin Klein underwear and four condoms filled with cum.
Ok. This could be resolved. All I had to do was to do the deed myself and I could still send the packages. I mean, those faggots would not be able to tell the difference between Robbie and I’s semen.
Although I hated the thought that some fairy would play with my own male juice, at least, he would not know it was coming from me.
Now, I needed to be practical. Cumming five times in a single day, I thought that I had already done that, but I had gotten drained the day before while Robbie was fucking Sofia.
Why the hell did that turn me on so much by the way? This was a question for another time.
I thought this was doable in a couple of days. I just had to be careful with Robbie to make sure that he would not notice anything.
And fuck, that meant I would have to use my jizz for this stupid assistant’s job instead of breeding girls, something which had become my number 1 priority in the past few days… But desperate times call for desperate measures.
I have never been one to pounder and think everything through. I immediately put my plan into action.
Real Alpha men act, they don’t waste their time studying each and every option.
First, I went to the post office as planned to ship what I could, and kept the receipts to show Robbie if he ever asked. Then, I went to buy the same grey Calvin Klein’s underwear and a bunch of condoms. Lucky for me, Robbie and I were the same size down there, maybe he was a bit bigger than me but we were both using MAGNUM XXL condoms.
I figured I could cum twice that day, send off the underwear and the condom, and three times the next day. Then, that would be as if I had never destroyed the filthy products in the first place.
I started my jerk-off marathon by taking care of the underwear. I worked out a sweat in my bedroom, using the gym equipment, always a good way for me to get my ideas straight, and then I launched a good porn to jack off to.
I was a bit stressed, or maybe I was exhausted, but my cock did not get hard straight away. Only when I went on the roughest websites with guys destroying girls and talking dirty, my dick got up.
Once I was in the mood, it did not take me long to cum though. I aimed right at the boxer briefs and made sure to leave a huge stain. Despite my ejaculation the previous night, I still unloaded several volleys of thick white cum.
Thank God, I could still count on my big dick and balls to help me out, even in times like this!
That day, I had made it my freaking life mission to prepare those damn packages and to ship them. I let an hour pass by and I went back at it, jerking-off wearing a condom.
That was unusual for me and not the most comfortable experience. I had always preferred to play bareback and any dude who would say that the experience with a condom is comparable would be a fucking liar.
I was pissed that my mind was wandering back to Robbie’s crazy sex session from the previous night, but I let it, I needed to cum badly and any way would do.
I had time to jizz a second time, fill the condom, and ship everything to the right address before my roommate got home. I have to say, I was pretty proud of me. Nobody could say that I was not resourceful!
When Robbie came back, I lied and said that I had delivered everything as planned. Thankfully, he did not ask too many questions, his brain space was occupied with something else.
“Thanks bro! I have great news as well.” He said, throwing off his clothes all around the place.
It was like this dude could not wear a freaking pair of pants inside his apartment!
“What is it?” I asked casually.
“My client agreed to pay a crazy amount of money to have my sub featured in a video again.”
I knew that “the sub” was referring to me now.
“Really?”
“Yeah, nearly five hundred dollars just for one video, just a few minutes.”
“That’s a crazy amount of money.”
“Yeah, and it’s not even something too out-there. He simply wants you to jerk me off.”
I almost spilled out the water I was drinking.
“No way, dude! That must be off limit!” I exclaimed.
Robbie smiled at me.
“I was sure you would say that. To be honest, this was my first thought too, like, I don’t want you to touch my cock, that’s disgusting.”
At least, we could agree on something!
“Ok, so what do you want to do?”
“It’s a shame because I guess it would have been fine if I had not had my doubts about your… your tendencies.”
“Come on, man! Not this again?”
“I mean, who had not jerked off with a mate? No big deal, no homo! But if there is a chance one of the guys might be gay, it’s a whole other story.”
[Chapter 7 continues below]
FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO
Chapter 7: The mailman’s secrets (Part 2)
“BUT I AM NOT GAY!” I yelled in the living room like a mad man.
“Yeah! I’m pretty confident, at least sufficiently confident, that you’re as straight as I am. So, I thought we could come up with a solution.”
Fuck, what the hell was I arguing for? Maybe if he thought for sure that I was gay, he would just drop it and I would not have to participate in any of his filthy videos anymore.
But I just could not let him think that! I would rather be dead than having people assuming that I am one of those ass-fuckers freaks.
“You’re scaring me, Rob. What solution?”
“What if you would not touch my cock? I mean, not directly! At first, I was grossed out but then I figured, you could wear gloves or something, this way, you would give me a hand-job but you would not really touch my cock. No homo.”
“Gloves? Man…. I would still be… like… stroking you. You’re really trying me now!”
“You were saying this morning you wanted to make more money. That’s the way! Imagine if we can make 500 for videos like these, in just a couple of weeks, we could make thousands, and for this kind of videos, since you would be participating, we could share half of the revenues.”
“Participating? Robbie, the deal was that I would never appear on this stuff!”
“Don’t worry, we would never see your face! Just your hands! Nobody would recognize them.”
I sighed.
“Especially, if I were gloves…” I commented, jaded.
“Yeah, exactly. And come sit here, I’m not done!”
He sat on the couch in his boxer briefs. Again, I was afraid to hear his “new best idea”. However, as long as we were talking about this, he was not asking me all the receipts for the packages shipped that day. This was something to take into consideration.
“What now?” I asked, sitting next to him.
“I have planned the perfect scenario. We set up the camera on a tripod, right there, so it is a close up on my cock. You take off my underwear, my dick pop-out. Hank, that’s the name of my client, he’s going to love it. Then, you put on those latex gloves.”
He got them out of his bag, they were way thinner than what I had in mind. They were really just like tiny medical gloves.
“You jerk me off and then, instead of cumming on you face as per usual, I jizz on my underwear, you just have to make sure to aim my dick right! This way, we can make money with the video and then we can make even more cash by sending out the briefs. I’ll put on a good porn to try to forget that it’s a guy touching me and I’m sure that I can cum! I’ll just have to roleplay it.”
“That’s still a lot...” I remarked.
“Yeah, a lot of money! Look, I would be the only one showing my face, it’s more compromising for me than it is for you!”
That was a bit reassuring indeed.
“I don’t know, mate. I feel like it pushes the boundaries that we had set up.”
“Look, it’s either this or I’ll have to send even more packages to make the same amount of money.”
Shit. Anything but that, I thought.
“Ok, ok. I’ll wear the gloves and, you promise, we won’t see my face?”
“Nope! Even if it appears in the frame, I’ll blur everything out before sending.”
“And no cum on me this time?”
“No, unless you aim the dick at yourself in the heat of the moment! I would not pass that from you.”
“Fuck you, Rob! Really! This really pisses me off when you say stuff like this.”
“Sorry bro, I’m only kidding.” He winked at me and set up the camera. “You could go in the same position at last time, this way, I can see the TV, I don’t really see your head down there, and you have a direct access to my cock!”
I started to kneel down reluctantly, but once again, that was not enough for my roommate.
“Naked.” He simply stated.
“Why?!”
“Just making sure you’re not enjoying stroking me too much. Just a precaution. I’m very sorry, I trust you’re not gay but put yourself in my shoes, I cannot be too careful given the recent events.”
I had jizzed three times in the last 24 hours and I was disgusted by the prospect of touching my roommate’s dick. I considered that maybe it was a good opportunity to prove myself after all.
“Ok. But let’s be clear, if I jerk you off and I don’t get hard, it means I’m definitely straight, right? A fag would get turned-on by that for sure!”
“I guess you’re right. Any gay guy would get super horny if he could touch my cock, let alone, stroke it.”
“Ok, then.”
I took off my clothes and went back into my sub position. The camera was already rolling and the porn was starting on the flat-screen TV behind me. It was a bukkake scene. A skinny bitch was expected to suck nearly fifty cocks and swallow hundreds of loads. Who would ever do that to themselves?!
“Take off my underwear, bitch.” Robbie barked straight at me.
I was straddled but I knew this was part of the roleplay.
My hands were shaking when I touched his boxer briefs. His dick was already growing underneath.
“You know you want this, so bad.”
Robbie grabbed my right hand and put it against his bulge. Fuck. I was really touching his dick! Through his underwear, but still. Almost instinctively, I started rubbing my hand all over it.
I was really doing it, then. I could feel his dick heating under my touch. Fucking crazy! Robbie and I giggled a little.
“Gimme your cocks, please, I want your spunk.” That was the girl in the porn talking. Not me.
I had not come so low. Not yet.
After a few minutes of rubbing, Robbie’s bulge looked huge. It was time to reveal his fat cock to the camera. I gulped and started to slide down his briefs. The sounds of slurping and sucking cocks were blasting behind me.
As expected, Robbie’s hard cock bounced from the underwear and smashed his abs. It was already precumming, leaving a strain of wet juice on his belly button.
I know that was messed-up but I was sort of fascinated.
“Come on, you know what to do. Take care of it.” Robbie commented impatiently at me.
I looked around and whispered.
“The gloves, Rob. I don’t want to touch it like that.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right.”
He reached for the gloves on the other side of the couch and threw them on my face.
“I don’t want a beta male ruining my big cock with his dirty faggot hands. No direct touching for you, bitch. You have to use the gloves!”
Fuck, Robbie was really smart, incorporating the gloves into the roleplay fantasy.
I struggled to put them on. Those latex things were really annoying. Robbie was pissed by the time I was taking but he was still blatantly hard. Finally, I was wearing them. They were so thin though.
I started to have serious second thoughts. Would that make me gay?
In a finale moment of awareness, I almost called the whole thing off but my roommate would not let me, he grabbed my right hand and put it on his wet and slimy dickhead. His cock was so huge, one hand was barely enough to cover a third of his shaft.
I felt his cock pulsating in my hand and I gripped it. Fuck. I was holding a cock. But I had the gloves on. That meant it was all fine, right?
“Mmmmm….” Robbie moaned. “Don’t be afraid, babe, you know what to do.”
I knew what to do. I had jerked off my own dick a million times before.
In some way, this was exactly the same thing except his girth was a bit larger than mine, but in another way, it was entirely different, I was grabbing another man’s dick. I started jerk him off slowly, already he was spurting precum, sliding through his shaft, offering me more lube to stroke him.
“Use your two hands, dummy! You can see there’s enough meat for two large hands!”
He was right.
I got closer between his legs, my face almost in direct contact with his balls and in this strange position, I stroked him off using my two hands, only protected by a thin layer of latex.
The girl behind me was swallowing her fifth or sixth batch of sperm.
“That’s it, cunt. Back and forth. That’s right. Caress the head. Come on, don’t be shy. Play with the balls.”
I did everything as I was instructed. I would not give Robbie any reason to complain. Also, it was easier having him telling me what to do. Maybe if he was not talking, I would have awkwardly held his cock but having precise instructions helped me out.
Of course, it was super weird at first, but I guess one can get used to everything.
I looked at the camera sometimes, despite Robbie’s reassurance, my face was so close to his dick that it must have been in the frame, I would have to make sure everything would be blurred out in the end.
Robbie was hornier than I had ever seen him. Either he was a great actor, either he really liked what I was doing to him. In some fucked up way, I was happy to have this power over him. I could make him cum.
“Yeah, babe, work on Daddy’s big meaty cock. See how it’s way thicker than yours. See how my cum is so much more nutritious than the one coming from you little useless dick. Or maybe I should call what you have dangling between your legs, a clit.”
I looked below.
At least, I was not hard, but as a result, my cock looked ridiculously small in comparison to Robbie’s. After the video, I would have to tell Robbie to cool off on the humiliating talk.
At the same time, his dirty talk was getting to me! I just could not help it! Filthy talking is just too hot.
“You wish you could suck it, right? Just think about it. My huge dick between your lips, sliding into your mouth, and then inside your throat. Your spit lubing my shaft, your tongue all over my hairy balls… You dream about that, right? Every night, when you’ll go to bed from now on, you’ll think of my big fat cock, and my cum, filling your throat. Won’t you, honey?”
I nodded yes.
It was part of the roleplay of course. I was not really into this.
“You love it, when Daddy is talking dirty?”
I nodded yes again.
Was there a part of my mind getting actually straddled by this?
Maybe. Hearing Robbie dirty talk like he was the main Pornstar in a freaky porn movie was turning me on, I could no longer deny this. Shit. I even felt my own dick reacting. Shit, shit, shit. If I were to get hard now, my whole life would be over!
This little session needed to end quickly before I got too horny.
Robbie spat on his cock a couple of times, making it slimier. Eager to be done with it, I ended up spitting on it as well. At some point, a thin line of saliva was connecting my own mouth to his dickhead. It made Robbie go crazy.
“Hmmmm… You really are a hungry little slut!” He commented.
His dick throbbed several times and I felt like he was about to cum.
What did we say about cumming? Oh yeah, that’s right, The underwear! I looked for it on the floor, my dick was at half-mast. For Christ’s sake, Connor, calm down, you’re not gay! This is disgusting!
I thought about what my father would say to get back to my flaccid state. It helped a little. At least, it did not seem like Robbie had noticed, he was way too into the hand job to care about anything else.
“Don’t you think Hank has earned a right to receive yet another dirty underwear from his Daddy?”
“Yes, he has, Daddy.” I heard me say.
That made Robbie smile largely. Who was I?!
“Shit, I’m gonna nut.” He whispered.
I grabbed the underwear with my left hand and put it on his chest. With my right hand, I kept on stroking his pulsating cock. His balls were tightening up. He was breathing heavily. Robbie was about to cum.
“Spit on it. Get your mouth close to it!” He ordered.
“What… I…”
My roommate pushed my face against his cock, I bumped onto it. What the hell? It felt like I swallowed some of his precum. Still, I kept on jacking him off and there…
“OH FUCK YEAH!”
Robbie started cumming all over himself and all over me. Awkwardly, I tried to catch as much spunk as possible with his underwear but the gloves and my arms were getting most of the hit. Once again, I was also splashed on my face! His cumming dick was uncontrollable.
“That’s too fucking good, keep stroking. Keep stroking, mate!” Robbie mumbled, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Finish me off.”
I was distraught. Was he still roleplaying? He had just called me mate.
I only let go of his cock when it was fully drained. Then, Robbie grabbed his underwear and rubbed it all over my face and my arms to fill it with his fresh warm cum.
“Fucking fantastic.” He finally said. “With those types of content, I don’t see how I won’t become a millionaire within the year. You too, of course!”
He winked at me and stood up to turn off the camera.
As for me, I was thinking about one thing and one thing only:
“Look, Robbie! I’m soft!” I exclaimed.
He grinned at me.
“Dude, stop it, I saw you getting hard a couple of times, but that’s fine. I can live with that. Cumming on your face was amazing so even if that’s awkward, I can deal with some gayness from my assistant.” He laughed.
“I did not! I… I’m not gay!” I yelled as he was getting in the bathroom.
Fuck!
I looked at the latex gloves, covered in cum. Damn it.
I better get some good money out of this.
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Chapter 7: The mailman’s secrets (Part 2)
“BUT I AM NOT GAY!” I yelled in the living room like a mad man.
“Yeah! I’m pretty confident, at least sufficiently confident, that you’re as straight as I am. So, I thought we could come up with a solution.”
Fuck, what the hell was I arguing for? Maybe if he thought for sure that I was gay, he would just drop it and I would not have to participate in any of his filthy videos anymore.
But I just could not let him think that! I would rather be dead than having people assuming that I am one of those ass-fuckers freaks.
“You’re scaring me, Rob. What solution?”
“What if you would not touch my cock? I mean, not directly! At first, I was grossed out but then I figured, you could wear gloves or something, this way, you would give me a hand-job but you would not really touch my cock. No homo.”
“Gloves? Man…. I would still be… like… stroking you. You’re really trying me now!”
“You were saying this morning you wanted to make more money. That’s the way! Imagine if we can make 500 for videos like these, in just a couple of weeks, we could make thousands, and for this kind of videos, since you would be participating, we could share half of the revenues.”
“Participating? Robbie, the deal was that I would never appear on this stuff!”
“Don’t worry, we would never see your face! Just your hands! Nobody would recognize them.”
I sighed.
“Especially, if I were gloves…” I commented, jaded.
“Yeah, exactly. And come sit here, I’m not done!”
He sat on the couch in his boxer briefs. Again, I was afraid to hear his “new best idea”. However, as long as we were talking about this, he was not asking me all the receipts for the packages shipped that day. This was something to take into consideration.
“What now?” I asked, sitting next to him.
“I have planned the perfect scenario. We set up the camera on a tripod, right there, so it is a close up on my cock. You take off my underwear, my dick pop-out. Hank, that’s the name of my client, he’s going to love it. Then, you put on those latex gloves.”
He got them out of his bag, they were way thinner than what I had in mind. They were really just like tiny medical gloves.
“You jerk me off and then, instead of cumming on you face as per usual, I jizz on my underwear, you just have to make sure to aim my dick right! This way, we can make money with the video and then we can make even more cash by sending out the briefs. I’ll put on a good porn to try to forget that it’s a guy touching me and I’m sure that I can cum! I’ll just have to roleplay it.”
“That’s still a lot...” I remarked.
“Yeah, a lot of money! Look, I would be the only one showing my face, it’s more compromising for me than it is for you!”
That was a bit reassuring indeed.
“I don’t know, mate. I feel like it pushes the boundaries that we had set up.”
“Look, it’s either this or I’ll have to send even more packages to make the same amount of money.”
Shit. Anything but that, I thought.
“Ok, ok. I’ll wear the gloves and, you promise, we won’t see my face?”
“Nope! Even if it appears in the frame, I’ll blur everything out before sending.”
“And no cum on me this time?”
“No, unless you aim the dick at yourself in the heat of the moment! I would not pass that from you.”
“Fuck you, Rob! Really! This really pisses me off when you say stuff like this.”
“Sorry bro, I’m only kidding.” He winked at me and set up the camera. “You could go in the same position at last time, this way, I can see the TV, I don’t really see your head down there, and you have a direct access to my cock!”
I started to kneel down reluctantly, but once again, that was not enough for my roommate.
“Naked.” He simply stated.
“Why?!”
“Just making sure you’re not enjoying stroking me too much. Just a precaution. I’m very sorry, I trust you’re not gay but put yourself in my shoes, I cannot be too careful given the recent events.”
I had jizzed three times in the last 24 hours and I was disgusted by the prospect of touching my roommate’s dick. I considered that maybe it was a good opportunity to prove myself after all.
“Ok. But let’s be clear, if I jerk you off and I don’t get hard, it means I’m definitely straight, right? A fag would get turned-on by that for sure!”
“I guess you’re right. Any gay guy would get super horny if he could touch my cock, let alone, stroke it.”
“Ok, then.”
I took off my clothes and went back into my sub position. The camera was already rolling and the porn was starting on the flat-screen TV behind me. It was a bukkake scene. A skinny bitch was expected to suck nearly fifty cocks and swallow hundreds of loads. Who would ever do that to themselves?!
“Take off my underwear, bitch.” Robbie barked straight at me.
I was straddled but I knew this was part of the roleplay.
My hands were shaking when I touched his boxer briefs. His dick was already growing underneath.
“You know you want this, so bad.”
Robbie grabbed my right hand and put it against his bulge. Fuck. I was really touching his dick! Through his underwear, but still. Almost instinctively, I started rubbing my hand all over it.
I was really doing it, then. I could feel his dick heating under my touch. Fucking crazy! Robbie and I giggled a little.
“Gimme your cocks, please, I want your spunk.” That was the girl in the porn talking. Not me.
I had not come so low. Not yet.
After a few minutes of rubbing, Robbie’s bulge looked huge. It was time to reveal his fat cock to the camera. I gulped and started to slide down his briefs. The sounds of slurping and sucking cocks were blasting behind me.
As expected, Robbie’s hard cock bounced from the underwear and smashed his abs. It was already precumming, leaving a strain of wet juice on his belly button.
I know that was messed-up but I was sort of fascinated.
“Come on, you know what to do. Take care of it.” Robbie commented impatiently at me.
I looked around and whispered.
“The gloves, Rob. I don’t want to touch it like that.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right.”
He reached for the gloves on the other side of the couch and threw them on my face.
“I don’t want a beta male ruining my big cock with his dirty faggot hands. No direct touching for you, bitch. You have to use the gloves!”
Fuck, Robbie was really smart, incorporating the gloves into the roleplay fantasy.
I struggled to put them on. Those latex things were really annoying. Robbie was pissed by the time I was taking but he was still blatantly hard. Finally, I was wearing them. They were so thin though.
I started to have serious second thoughts. Would that make me gay?
In a finale moment of awareness, I almost called the whole thing off but my roommate would not let me, he grabbed my right hand and put it on his wet and slimy dickhead. His cock was so huge, one hand was barely enough to cover a third of his shaft.
I felt his cock pulsating in my hand and I gripped it. Fuck. I was holding a cock. But I had the gloves on. That meant it was all fine, right?
“Mmmmm….” Robbie moaned. “Don’t be afraid, babe, you know what to do.”
I knew what to do. I had jerked off my own dick a million times before.
In some way, this was exactly the same thing except his girth was a bit larger than mine, but in another way, it was entirely different, I was grabbing another man’s dick. I started jerk him off slowly, already he was spurting precum, sliding through his shaft, offering me more lube to stroke him.
“Use your two hands, dummy! You can see there’s enough meat for two large hands!”
He was right.
I got closer between his legs, my face almost in direct contact with his balls and in this strange position, I stroked him off using my two hands, only protected by a thin layer of latex.
The girl behind me was swallowing her fifth or sixth batch of sperm.
“That’s it, cunt. Back and forth. That’s right. Caress the head. Come on, don’t be shy. Play with the balls.”
I did everything as I was instructed. I would not give Robbie any reason to complain. Also, it was easier having him telling me what to do. Maybe if he was not talking, I would have awkwardly held his cock but having precise instructions helped me out.
Of course, it was super weird at first, but I guess one can get used to everything.
I looked at the camera sometimes, despite Robbie’s reassurance, my face was so close to his dick that it must have been in the frame, I would have to make sure everything would be blurred out in the end.
Robbie was hornier than I had ever seen him. Either he was a great actor, either he really liked what I was doing to him. In some fucked up way, I was happy to have this power over him. I could make him cum.
“Yeah, babe, work on Daddy’s big meaty cock. See how it’s way thicker than yours. See how my cum is so much more nutritious than the one coming from you little useless dick. Or maybe I should call what you have dangling between your legs, a clit.”
I looked below.
At least, I was not hard, but as a result, my cock looked ridiculously small in comparison to Robbie’s. After the video, I would have to tell Robbie to cool off on the humiliating talk.
At the same time, his dirty talk was getting to me! I just could not help it! Filthy talking is just too hot.
“You wish you could suck it, right? Just think about it. My huge dick between your lips, sliding into your mouth, and then inside your throat. Your spit lubing my shaft, your tongue all over my hairy balls… You dream about that, right? Every night, when you’ll go to bed from now on, you’ll think of my big fat cock, and my cum, filling your throat. Won’t you, honey?”
I nodded yes.
It was part of the roleplay of course. I was not really into this.
“You love it, when Daddy is talking dirty?”
I nodded yes again.
Was there a part of my mind getting actually straddled by this?
Maybe. Hearing Robbie dirty talk like he was the main Pornstar in a freaky porn movie was turning me on, I could no longer deny this. Shit. I even felt my own dick reacting. Shit, shit, shit. If I were to get hard now, my whole life would be over!
This little session needed to end quickly before I got too horny.
Robbie spat on his cock a couple of times, making it slimier. Eager to be done with it, I ended up spitting on it as well. At some point, a thin line of saliva was connecting my own mouth to his dickhead. It made Robbie go crazy.
“Hmmmm… You really are a hungry little slut!” He commented.
His dick throbbed several times and I felt like he was about to cum.
What did we say about cumming? Oh yeah, that’s right, The underwear! I looked for it on the floor, my dick was at half-mast. For Christ’s sake, Connor, calm down, you’re not gay! This is disgusting!
I thought about what my father would say to get back to my flaccid state. It helped a little. At least, it did not seem like Robbie had noticed, he was way too into the hand job to care about anything else.
“Don’t you think Hank has earned a right to receive yet another dirty underwear from his Daddy?”
“Yes, he has, Daddy.” I heard me say.
That made Robbie smile largely. Who was I?!
“Shit, I’m gonna nut.” He whispered.
I grabbed the underwear with my left hand and put it on his chest. With my right hand, I kept on stroking his pulsating cock. His balls were tightening up. He was breathing heavily. Robbie was about to cum.
“Spit on it. Get your mouth close to it!” He ordered.
“What… I…”
My roommate pushed my face against his cock, I bumped onto it. What the hell? It felt like I swallowed some of his precum. Still, I kept on jacking him off and there…
“OH FUCK YEAH!”
Robbie started cumming all over himself and all over me. Awkwardly, I tried to catch as much spunk as possible with his underwear but the gloves and my arms were getting most of the hit. Once again, I was also splashed on my face! His cumming dick was uncontrollable.
“That’s too fucking good, keep stroking. Keep stroking, mate!” Robbie mumbled, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Finish me off.”
I was distraught. Was he still roleplaying? He had just called me mate.
I only let go of his cock when it was fully drained. Then, Robbie grabbed his underwear and rubbed it all over my face and my arms to fill it with his fresh warm cum.
“Fucking fantastic.” He finally said. “With those types of content, I don’t see how I won’t become a millionaire within the year. You too, of course!”
He winked at me and stood up to turn off the camera.
As for me, I was thinking about one thing and one thing only:
“Look, Robbie! I’m soft!” I exclaimed.
He grinned at me.
“Dude, stop it, I saw you getting hard a couple of times, but that’s fine. I can live with that. Cumming on your face was amazing so even if that’s awkward, I can deal with some gayness from my assistant.” He laughed.
“I did not! I… I’m not gay!” I yelled as he was getting in the bathroom.
Fuck!
I looked at the latex gloves, covered in cum. Damn it.
I better get some good money out of this.
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I howled with laughter at Connor dropping the box of used condoms and cum-stained underwear in the lobby!
Love how Robbie coerces Connor to get naked every time there’s a sexual deed being shot
Hope Robbie’s cum doesn’t end up on Connor’s exposed cock
Hope Robbie’s cum doesn’t end up on Connor’s exposed cock
Haven't subscribed to the Patreon yet, but I have a hunch this is an elaborate setup by people in the garage to make Connor their personal fucktoy?
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Chapter 08: The cost of lying (part 1)
Here I was, jerking off in a restroom’s stall at work while Oliver and Eric were both farting and giggling like little brats next door.
How was I supposed to focus and blow some more fat loads in my condom? It was already my third wank that day, I needed to concentrate… and ejaculate!
Maybe I should explain how I ended up there.
I had not told Robbie that I had lost, or rather destroyed, most of the filled-up condoms that I was supposed to ship to his clients. Normal assistant job, you know.
But if the shipping were to be too delayed, one of those faggots might complain to Robbie. Clearly, he would probably kill me if he found out.
I did not have the choice, I had to fill three condoms with my jizz to compensate for the loss.
We were both working at the garage that day. I thought, easy, I would bring the condoms at the job, it would not be the first time I wank myself at work, and I would get this over with. I am pretty much horny 24/7 anyway.
First try was fine. I stroked my big cock for about five minutes checking at porn on my phone and I jizzed in the condom, tied it up nicely, and went to put it in my bag in the locker-room discreetly.
I felt like the most fucked-up version of a spy-movie hero.
The problem started with my second attempt. The Chief entered the bathroom right after I had jizzed, while I was taking the condom off my dick. I lost my focus, did not tie it up properly, and the entire thing spilled over me.
My tank top was drenched with cum! What a way to ruin a perfectly good orgasm.
I had to wait for several minutes for Mancini to leave and wash myself over the sink, but even then, I was terrified to see someone walk in. I did get lucky for once that no-one else felt like pissing, although, I spent an awful lot of time in the toilets and came out with a fully wet top.
I thought people would think that was sweat, it could happen after spending a lot of time under a car. They did not.
“What you’ve been doing there, lad, wanking your willie?” Oliver asked with his usual cheeky smile as I walked back in.
The guy was shameless, there was a client there! Quite the MILF waiting for her car to get fixed.
“Shut up, Oliver.” I just said.
“Wow, you’re all wet!? You pissed all over yourself… again?”
I showed him the middle finger. Never before I would have been disrespected like that but lately, I could not deny that I had lost some of my big Alpha energy around those guys. I really needed to fix that.
“The sink just… It just did crazy things, it splashed!” I mumbled incoherently.
What a way to go to sound more confident…
“Sure… Sure… If you say so.” He grinned at me and went on with his (busty) client.
Maybe he would fuck her later that day, it would not be the first or last time Oliver would bang a woman who had come to “fix her engine”.
To be honest, I was just praying for the smell of cum not to betray me.
Eric simply looked at the scene from afar, with his most fitting judgemental look. I was so fucking tired of this place.
Maybe I should make sure that Robbie’s side hustle grows so we could both get the hell out of there, I considered.
But let’s go back to my third attempt of the day to fill up a condom. There I was, trying to get hard and cum while Eric and Oliver were taking the longest shit in the stall besides me. They were literally competing in the most disgusting farting competition. Points were attributed for loudest and smelliest.
This was so gross that I ended up giving-up on my plan and I returned to the damn broken cars.
By the end of the afternoon, I still only had one filthy sample in my bag when I had initially anticipated to be done with it.
“Dude.” Robbie whispered to me at some point.
“What?”
“Worshipper69 got the dirty underwear. He sent me a pic! Wanna see?”
Robbie pulled out his phone and showed me an obese guy licking the freaking briefs! The queer was naked, with the tiniest dick – I could barely tell he was hard -, but quite an obscenely large belly.
Fuck, that was the underwear that I had sent the day before. The dirty faggot was feeding on my own cum! Not Robbie’s!
“Dude! That’s gross! Don’t show me stuff like that! This make me want to puke. Especially not here!”
“Come on, I just wanted to show you how we made him happy. The guy is loving my spunk apparently. You should take notes for your own recipe!” He laughed.
I was not smiling. If only I could tell him that it was MY spunk he was ingesting and loving that much.
“At long as he pays good…” I muttered.
“He sure does! More packages will get order soon. Damn, I feel like I’m gonna have to wank four times a day!”
I knew the feeling!
Thankfully, Robbie had to stop his little teasing as the Chief and the other guys were coming over. As for me, I was just thinking about the fact that my roommate seemed to keep precise tracks of the packages shipping and that three of them were still missing. I really needed to act fast.
I decided to go back in the bathroom for an ultimate wank. I had never been good at school or excellent at anything in life, but come on, stroking my meat, that was definitely something I could do!
I just had to find the right material to cum quickly. I was scrolling through my phone when, once again, I heard someone coming in the bathroom. Jesus! I could not have five minutes for myself.
It was Robbie. I recognized his voice when he started speaking. Or rather dirty talking.
“Hey worshipper, how good does my jizz taste? Pretty nutritious I bet!”
I could not hear the other one replied, only a mumble, but they were definitely on the phone. It was the first time that I caught Robbie talking to one of his “clients” live. I did not even know that he was calling them sometimes.
“Oh yeah. Suck on my dirty spunk, little bitch. Daddy has been milking himself just for you filthy drooling mouth.”
Damn! My roommate was even crazier than I thought! Doing this at work! What if someone else than me had been in the toilets? Did he know that I was there?
I looked down at my cock getting to half-mast. I was done with pretending that my roommate’s dirty talking did not get me hard, it definitely did. I had rationalized this weird reaction of my body on the account that I loved rough porn and it reminded me so much of my favourite scenes.
This time, I had the perfect opportunity to take advantage of this issue though. I needed to cum after all…
“You’re such a nasty little faggot, aren’t you? Oh yeah, you like being MY own personal cunt.” A slight pause. “I bet! But you know those things have a price, right? You really think you spent enough cash for the pleasure of ingesting my balls’ juice? Surely, no.”
I gulped… and started stroking my cock, now fully hard. I put the condom on.
The faggot was talking over the phone, probably still playing with my dried-up cum in his disgusting cock-sucking mouth.
“Oh yeah, you like hearing Daddy speaking to you directly over the phone?”
Whatever it was right or not, my dick boned up nicely and I could finally pump it nicely.
“Don’t be jealous of my sub. Maybe one day you’ll get to have his spot, kneeling right between my hairy legs.”
A long silence. I was frenetically fapping in the stall.
“Let’s just say that he’s paying me A LOT to have this privilege. I guess he’s just being a better slave than you are!”
Was he really talking about me? I mean, the “roleplay version of me” of course.
Some precum spurted from my piss-slit and started to turn the condom white. A weird tiny fucked-up part in my brain felt proud of how Robbie was complementing me. And in reality, I was not even paying him to have the privilege to jerk off his dick!
“Yeah, I’m at work right now. But you know that I don’t fucking care. I have a big juicy throbbing cock between my legs and it just needs attention. Everybody around me knows it. You would not be able to understand what it feels like, being an Alpha.”
I swear I could smell his cock from where I was.
“I’ll get some video with someone blowing my big sausage in no time. How much are you going to pay to see that?”
Fuck! He’s gonna get sucked on camera. By whom?
“Don’t worry about that, bitch. I’ve already got the perfect cock-sucker right at home, ready to service me the moment I will ask him to.”
I don’t know why, this last bit of dirty talk, his confidence, brought me to the edge. Only in the middle of my orgasm I realized that he might be talking about me, as his “cock-sucker”. But of course, not. I would never suck his big dick!
That would be simply crazy. I was no fag.
At least, my deed was done, now I just had to fucking wrap this condom properly. I was quite satisfied with my level of testosterone given that I still managed to have a massive load for the third wank of the day!
At the same time, Robbie’s conversation on the phone seemed to end. Apparently, his faggy client had come at the same moment as me. Not a great thought.
I felt slightly ashamed going out of the toilets with a condom filled with my sperm in my pocket, but of course, it was nothing compared to what was to come when we would be back in the apartment that same evening.
Robbie was in such a good mood at first.
“I feel like this thing can really work out now. Hank has already asked for another video where I receive a hand job from my sub. We’re gonna be millionaires my friend!”
I smiled.
“Yeah. That’s cool.”
“More than cool, Connor! And I gotta say, I really appreciate what you’ve been doing too. I know I’ve been harsh on you but I can see that you really came around. I mean, not a lot of bros would accept to stroke their mate’s meat on camera.”
I hated it when he was referring to me touching him like that, but as it was a compliment for once, I took it humbly.
“Thanks Rob. Just trying to do a good job.”
He was already getting naked to take a shower.
I thought about the two condoms I had brought home with me. There were freezers bags in my room where we would normally store the used condoms but those were supposed to be empty and I feared that Robbie would want to add another one in later on that night. So instead, I hid the two rubbers in the actual freezer, below the fridge.
I hid them in a whole box of ice creams that my roommate had not opened for more than a year. That did make me chuckle. What if I forget them and someone were to find them months or years afterwards? Fucking gross!
It was a cool evening (at first), Robbie watched some TV and I went to take a bath myself, enjoying his luxurious tub. I thought I would rub one out later in the night to get my third sample, discreetly, and on the first hour of the day the next morning, the whole incidence with the packages will be over.
And who knows? Maybe I would indeed get rich!
As he would often do, Robbie went to the bathroom to pee while I was still in there, drying myself. He was not strong on privacy.
“By the way, could you go by the post office tomorrow?” He said, while sliding down his boxers to free his cock.
“Sure, why?”
“I may have another package to give to you for shipping. Were the guys working at the post suspicious the last time?”
He was full-on pissing at this point, I wrapped a towel around my waist.
“What do you mean?”
“Did not it smell like cum when you walked in the post office?”
“Dude! No! I mean, the smell must have been covered by the box.”
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
He was done, just shaking his dick to let the few last drops fall down the toilet’s bowl. He let his dick hang free afterwards. Fuck, it was so fucking big, even flaccid.
“Well, just let me know when the package is ready and I’ll defo send it.” I spoke.
He turned towards me. His expression had changed.
“For how long exactly did you plan to take me for a fool?”
I was stunned.
“Wait, what? What are you talking about?”
“Fuck, man! Just when I started to trust you and I was thinking that it could work! You really are a moron.”
“I… I really don’t know what you’re talking about, dude.”
He laughed sarcastically. Shit! Everything was going so well until that point!
“You really are a special case.” He spoke.
“Look, bro, I don’t know what’s up with you but you better watch your language.”
He finally put his dick back in his tight briefs. He sighed.
“Come with me, I have to show you something.”
The craziest thought went through my mind. Did he find my used condoms? How?! I followed him. He did not walk to the freezer. He went to his phone.
“Rob, just fucking tell me. You’re being weird.” I pressed him.
He showed me his phone and that was it.
My heart sunk in my chest. I was on his screen. On the floor. Surrounded by used condoms and dirty underwear, a little chihuahua chewing everything around me. Robbie pressed play. He did not have to; I knew exactly what this was and I had no intention to watch this.
A feminine voice talked behind the camera:
“Good Lord! We need to snap pictures and call the police.”
“Please, don’t! Stop!” I was begging. “This is… This was an accident! The dog attacked me.”
I really looked like a freaking idiot. I had not even noticed at the time, I had some cum running down my forearm.
“That dog?! Britney is the sweetest angel!” Patrick was saying in his most annoying voice.
Linda kept on recording everything. Why did not I get up from the fucking floor? I looked pathetic, trying to frantically retrieve the underwear and the condoms from the box. It was a whole mess. I was blushing and mumbling incoherent stuff.
“We’re not here to judge, Linda. Everybody has his kinks, I just wanted to let you know to avoid that...” Patrick was saying as the recording abruptly stopped.
Rarely in my life I had wanted to disappear so much. What word is worse than being utterly humiliated? Because I was definitely feeling that.
Robbie was looking at me with both disgust and anger. For fuck’s sake, at least, he must have been realizing this was not my fault! That it was an accident!
“Rob, I… Fuck, I don’t know what to say, this is so embarrassing.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Dude! In the lobby of the building where I live!”
“Patrick made me fall! He did it on purpose! That fag hates me.”
Robbie slapped me. Right across my cheek, a big old slap, the same kind that my dad used to give me when I was younger. I did not react.
“Don’t call Patrick a fag! You fucking have to learn respect, bitch!” He barked at me.
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FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO
Chapter 08: The cost of lying (part 1)
Here I was, jerking off in a restroom’s stall at work while Oliver and Eric were both farting and giggling like little brats next door.
How was I supposed to focus and blow some more fat loads in my condom? It was already my third wank that day, I needed to concentrate… and ejaculate!
Maybe I should explain how I ended up there.
I had not told Robbie that I had lost, or rather destroyed, most of the filled-up condoms that I was supposed to ship to his clients. Normal assistant job, you know.
But if the shipping were to be too delayed, one of those faggots might complain to Robbie. Clearly, he would probably kill me if he found out.
I did not have the choice, I had to fill three condoms with my jizz to compensate for the loss.
We were both working at the garage that day. I thought, easy, I would bring the condoms at the job, it would not be the first time I wank myself at work, and I would get this over with. I am pretty much horny 24/7 anyway.
First try was fine. I stroked my big cock for about five minutes checking at porn on my phone and I jizzed in the condom, tied it up nicely, and went to put it in my bag in the locker-room discreetly.
I felt like the most fucked-up version of a spy-movie hero.
The problem started with my second attempt. The Chief entered the bathroom right after I had jizzed, while I was taking the condom off my dick. I lost my focus, did not tie it up properly, and the entire thing spilled over me.
My tank top was drenched with cum! What a way to ruin a perfectly good orgasm.
I had to wait for several minutes for Mancini to leave and wash myself over the sink, but even then, I was terrified to see someone walk in. I did get lucky for once that no-one else felt like pissing, although, I spent an awful lot of time in the toilets and came out with a fully wet top.
I thought people would think that was sweat, it could happen after spending a lot of time under a car. They did not.
“What you’ve been doing there, lad, wanking your willie?” Oliver asked with his usual cheeky smile as I walked back in.
The guy was shameless, there was a client there! Quite the MILF waiting for her car to get fixed.
“Shut up, Oliver.” I just said.
“Wow, you’re all wet!? You pissed all over yourself… again?”
I showed him the middle finger. Never before I would have been disrespected like that but lately, I could not deny that I had lost some of my big Alpha energy around those guys. I really needed to fix that.
“The sink just… It just did crazy things, it splashed!” I mumbled incoherently.
What a way to go to sound more confident…
“Sure… Sure… If you say so.” He grinned at me and went on with his (busty) client.
Maybe he would fuck her later that day, it would not be the first or last time Oliver would bang a woman who had come to “fix her engine”.
To be honest, I was just praying for the smell of cum not to betray me.
Eric simply looked at the scene from afar, with his most fitting judgemental look. I was so fucking tired of this place.
Maybe I should make sure that Robbie’s side hustle grows so we could both get the hell out of there, I considered.
But let’s go back to my third attempt of the day to fill up a condom. There I was, trying to get hard and cum while Eric and Oliver were taking the longest shit in the stall besides me. They were literally competing in the most disgusting farting competition. Points were attributed for loudest and smelliest.
This was so gross that I ended up giving-up on my plan and I returned to the damn broken cars.
By the end of the afternoon, I still only had one filthy sample in my bag when I had initially anticipated to be done with it.
“Dude.” Robbie whispered to me at some point.
“What?”
“Worshipper69 got the dirty underwear. He sent me a pic! Wanna see?”
Robbie pulled out his phone and showed me an obese guy licking the freaking briefs! The queer was naked, with the tiniest dick – I could barely tell he was hard -, but quite an obscenely large belly.
Fuck, that was the underwear that I had sent the day before. The dirty faggot was feeding on my own cum! Not Robbie’s!
“Dude! That’s gross! Don’t show me stuff like that! This make me want to puke. Especially not here!”
“Come on, I just wanted to show you how we made him happy. The guy is loving my spunk apparently. You should take notes for your own recipe!” He laughed.
I was not smiling. If only I could tell him that it was MY spunk he was ingesting and loving that much.
“At long as he pays good…” I muttered.
“He sure does! More packages will get order soon. Damn, I feel like I’m gonna have to wank four times a day!”
I knew the feeling!
Thankfully, Robbie had to stop his little teasing as the Chief and the other guys were coming over. As for me, I was just thinking about the fact that my roommate seemed to keep precise tracks of the packages shipping and that three of them were still missing. I really needed to act fast.
I decided to go back in the bathroom for an ultimate wank. I had never been good at school or excellent at anything in life, but come on, stroking my meat, that was definitely something I could do!
I just had to find the right material to cum quickly. I was scrolling through my phone when, once again, I heard someone coming in the bathroom. Jesus! I could not have five minutes for myself.
It was Robbie. I recognized his voice when he started speaking. Or rather dirty talking.
“Hey worshipper, how good does my jizz taste? Pretty nutritious I bet!”
I could not hear the other one replied, only a mumble, but they were definitely on the phone. It was the first time that I caught Robbie talking to one of his “clients” live. I did not even know that he was calling them sometimes.
“Oh yeah. Suck on my dirty spunk, little bitch. Daddy has been milking himself just for you filthy drooling mouth.”
Damn! My roommate was even crazier than I thought! Doing this at work! What if someone else than me had been in the toilets? Did he know that I was there?
I looked down at my cock getting to half-mast. I was done with pretending that my roommate’s dirty talking did not get me hard, it definitely did. I had rationalized this weird reaction of my body on the account that I loved rough porn and it reminded me so much of my favourite scenes.
This time, I had the perfect opportunity to take advantage of this issue though. I needed to cum after all…
“You’re such a nasty little faggot, aren’t you? Oh yeah, you like being MY own personal cunt.” A slight pause. “I bet! But you know those things have a price, right? You really think you spent enough cash for the pleasure of ingesting my balls’ juice? Surely, no.”
I gulped… and started stroking my cock, now fully hard. I put the condom on.
The faggot was talking over the phone, probably still playing with my dried-up cum in his disgusting cock-sucking mouth.
“Oh yeah, you like hearing Daddy speaking to you directly over the phone?”
Whatever it was right or not, my dick boned up nicely and I could finally pump it nicely.
“Don’t be jealous of my sub. Maybe one day you’ll get to have his spot, kneeling right between my hairy legs.”
A long silence. I was frenetically fapping in the stall.
“Let’s just say that he’s paying me A LOT to have this privilege. I guess he’s just being a better slave than you are!”
Was he really talking about me? I mean, the “roleplay version of me” of course.
Some precum spurted from my piss-slit and started to turn the condom white. A weird tiny fucked-up part in my brain felt proud of how Robbie was complementing me. And in reality, I was not even paying him to have the privilege to jerk off his dick!
“Yeah, I’m at work right now. But you know that I don’t fucking care. I have a big juicy throbbing cock between my legs and it just needs attention. Everybody around me knows it. You would not be able to understand what it feels like, being an Alpha.”
I swear I could smell his cock from where I was.
“I’ll get some video with someone blowing my big sausage in no time. How much are you going to pay to see that?”
Fuck! He’s gonna get sucked on camera. By whom?
“Don’t worry about that, bitch. I’ve already got the perfect cock-sucker right at home, ready to service me the moment I will ask him to.”
I don’t know why, this last bit of dirty talk, his confidence, brought me to the edge. Only in the middle of my orgasm I realized that he might be talking about me, as his “cock-sucker”. But of course, not. I would never suck his big dick!
That would be simply crazy. I was no fag.
At least, my deed was done, now I just had to fucking wrap this condom properly. I was quite satisfied with my level of testosterone given that I still managed to have a massive load for the third wank of the day!
At the same time, Robbie’s conversation on the phone seemed to end. Apparently, his faggy client had come at the same moment as me. Not a great thought.
I felt slightly ashamed going out of the toilets with a condom filled with my sperm in my pocket, but of course, it was nothing compared to what was to come when we would be back in the apartment that same evening.
Robbie was in such a good mood at first.
“I feel like this thing can really work out now. Hank has already asked for another video where I receive a hand job from my sub. We’re gonna be millionaires my friend!”
I smiled.
“Yeah. That’s cool.”
“More than cool, Connor! And I gotta say, I really appreciate what you’ve been doing too. I know I’ve been harsh on you but I can see that you really came around. I mean, not a lot of bros would accept to stroke their mate’s meat on camera.”
I hated it when he was referring to me touching him like that, but as it was a compliment for once, I took it humbly.
“Thanks Rob. Just trying to do a good job.”
He was already getting naked to take a shower.
I thought about the two condoms I had brought home with me. There were freezers bags in my room where we would normally store the used condoms but those were supposed to be empty and I feared that Robbie would want to add another one in later on that night. So instead, I hid the two rubbers in the actual freezer, below the fridge.
I hid them in a whole box of ice creams that my roommate had not opened for more than a year. That did make me chuckle. What if I forget them and someone were to find them months or years afterwards? Fucking gross!
It was a cool evening (at first), Robbie watched some TV and I went to take a bath myself, enjoying his luxurious tub. I thought I would rub one out later in the night to get my third sample, discreetly, and on the first hour of the day the next morning, the whole incidence with the packages will be over.
And who knows? Maybe I would indeed get rich!
As he would often do, Robbie went to the bathroom to pee while I was still in there, drying myself. He was not strong on privacy.
“By the way, could you go by the post office tomorrow?” He said, while sliding down his boxers to free his cock.
“Sure, why?”
“I may have another package to give to you for shipping. Were the guys working at the post suspicious the last time?”
He was full-on pissing at this point, I wrapped a towel around my waist.
“What do you mean?”
“Did not it smell like cum when you walked in the post office?”
“Dude! No! I mean, the smell must have been covered by the box.”
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
He was done, just shaking his dick to let the few last drops fall down the toilet’s bowl. He let his dick hang free afterwards. Fuck, it was so fucking big, even flaccid.
“Well, just let me know when the package is ready and I’ll defo send it.” I spoke.
He turned towards me. His expression had changed.
“For how long exactly did you plan to take me for a fool?”
I was stunned.
“Wait, what? What are you talking about?”
“Fuck, man! Just when I started to trust you and I was thinking that it could work! You really are a moron.”
“I… I really don’t know what you’re talking about, dude.”
He laughed sarcastically. Shit! Everything was going so well until that point!
“You really are a special case.” He spoke.
“Look, bro, I don’t know what’s up with you but you better watch your language.”
He finally put his dick back in his tight briefs. He sighed.
“Come with me, I have to show you something.”
The craziest thought went through my mind. Did he find my used condoms? How?! I followed him. He did not walk to the freezer. He went to his phone.
“Rob, just fucking tell me. You’re being weird.” I pressed him.
He showed me his phone and that was it.
My heart sunk in my chest. I was on his screen. On the floor. Surrounded by used condoms and dirty underwear, a little chihuahua chewing everything around me. Robbie pressed play. He did not have to; I knew exactly what this was and I had no intention to watch this.
A feminine voice talked behind the camera:
“Good Lord! We need to snap pictures and call the police.”
“Please, don’t! Stop!” I was begging. “This is… This was an accident! The dog attacked me.”
I really looked like a freaking idiot. I had not even noticed at the time, I had some cum running down my forearm.
“That dog?! Britney is the sweetest angel!” Patrick was saying in his most annoying voice.
Linda kept on recording everything. Why did not I get up from the fucking floor? I looked pathetic, trying to frantically retrieve the underwear and the condoms from the box. It was a whole mess. I was blushing and mumbling incoherent stuff.
“We’re not here to judge, Linda. Everybody has his kinks, I just wanted to let you know to avoid that...” Patrick was saying as the recording abruptly stopped.
Rarely in my life I had wanted to disappear so much. What word is worse than being utterly humiliated? Because I was definitely feeling that.
Robbie was looking at me with both disgust and anger. For fuck’s sake, at least, he must have been realizing this was not my fault! That it was an accident!
“Rob, I… Fuck, I don’t know what to say, this is so embarrassing.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Dude! In the lobby of the building where I live!”
“Patrick made me fall! He did it on purpose! That fag hates me.”
Robbie slapped me. Right across my cheek, a big old slap, the same kind that my dad used to give me when I was younger. I did not react.
“Don’t call Patrick a fag! You fucking have to learn respect, bitch!” He barked at me.
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FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO
Chapter 08: The cost of lying (part 2)
“Dude, that’s so unfair.” I was back to whining like a little bitch, indeed. “I’ve done everything to fix that since it happened! I swear! Maybe I should have told you but you have no idea of what I had to do the last couple of days to make things right for your clients.”
“Bullshit! You’re so full of it, man, lie after lie, after lie…”
“No! Look.” I ran towards the freezer. “I fucking jizzed on boxers and in condoms to compensate.” I bent over naked to grab what I needed to show him. “I’ve been wanking all the time since yesterday to fix that.”
I pulled out the ice-creams and got the used and tied-up condoms out of the box.
Robbie looked grossed-out. For once, he also seemed speechless. I felt silly but explained myself further.
“Just saying, bro. After this… this accident happened, I spent the entire day collecting more sperm and making sure the package would go out in time. Those two were to be sent tomorrow, first thing in the morning.”
“I cannot believe this. You realize that you’re sick, right?”
“Rob…”
“Dude! Why did you not tell me?”
“I did not want you to be mad or disappointed.”
That made me sound even more like I was talking to my father. Was Robbie about to spank me?
“Fuck, mate! You know how I got this video? It was attached to an email sent to the whole building! Linda March thought she needed to alert everyone that there was a crazy pervert living on the sixth floor… with me! How does that make me look? This is a fancy neighbourhood, a fancy place… I think I’m gonna have to move! All because of you!”
“But Robbie, I was transporting those things for you!”
“So, this is my fault?!”
“No! It was a freaking accident, I mean, I told you, I’m sure Patrick even make me fall on purpose!”
“Don’t start with this Patrick thing again. And not only that. Are you actually telling me that you’ve been sending your own disgusting spunk to my clients! How is that right? Making them believe that they are tasting me when it is your weak-ass sperm instead.”
That was rude towards my own jizz but I did not point that out.
“You showed me the photo yourself! This guy worshipper something, worshipper69, he loved it! He wanted more!”
Robbie clenched his fist and looked at the ceiling.
“Fuck, dude. How am I supposed to trust you again?”
“Look, I’m really sorry I lied. This was super embarrassing and I thought I could fix the problem without bothering you with that. See, the condoms are already ready for tomorrow. They won’t see the difference!”
“So, you’re telling me that your cum and my cum is the same thing, that they taste the same?”
“I don’t know… I guess, yeah, it must taste similar. That’s just jizz.”
“Ok then. If you’re so sure, why don’t you fill every package from now on. Let you waste YOUR spunk on the clients instead of mine. Would not be a perfect task within your assistant’s job?”
Shit.
I felt my stomach hurt at the thought of more faggots feeding on my cum. I did not want to fall down this rabbit hole. Besides, Robbie already knew everything. I did not have much more to lose.
“I mean… There might be some differences. Your… Your sperm does look thicker than mine.” I heard me say.
That got Robbie to smile.
“That sounds about right.”
There was a long pause.
“What do you want from me, man?” I asked.
Robbie sat down on the couch. He seemed calmer. Maybe I should praise the quality of his sperm more often I thought.
“As much as I am… disgusted by this, and yeah, I’m gonna have to deal with my neighbours and shit, I gotta say that this is giving me some serious business ideas. Also, I did not think you would be willing to have queers swallowing your jizz. Weirdly, I’m quite impressed.”
“I’m not willing! I… I only did that to help you out, to fix the situation.”
“I know, I know. But at the end of the day, we still have your cum in our freezer! Am I right?” He grinned at me. “I guess that if we were both filling up condoms and making them believe they are all mine, we would have a lot of buyers. Also, that could allow me to use my own cum for better use, like breeding some good old pussies.”
I felt more relaxed now that he was more chilled. He did not seem so mad anymore.
In a way, I was relieved that my big secret was exposed. The last 48 hours had been way too stressful.
“Dude, as long as we keep some boundaries, I’m down to help you. I know this was in the worst circumstances but when you think about it, I think I’ve just proven that I was really in on it for you.”
“That’s fair.” Robbie sighed. “I’ll have to think about it. But in the meantime, we can already get some work done. This has stressed me out and I think I could use a hand job.”
From the tone of his voice, it was pretty clear that he meant for me to do that specific job. I looked at his bulge in his boxer briefs. I was not too sure about this becoming a habit but what choice did I have?
“I can get the gloves.” I suggested. “I washed them yesterday after…”
Still, it was hard for me to formalize what we were doing out loud.
“Yeah. But I should cum in a condom this time, so we can ship it to compensate the ones you lost.”
“Right…”
“And the latex gloves against the latex condom, I don’t know, I don’t think it will work…”
This is when I should have said: “why don’t you jerk off yourself then?” but instead I said:
“Maybe we should only put the condom on at the very end, when you’re about to cum?”
Yeap. I had said “we”. Robbie seemed to be thinking for a while and then, his face lightened up.
“Dude, I just had a better idea!” He jumped from the couch. “A perfect way to hit two birds with one stone!”
I was afraid of what was coming next. I was right to be so.
“Two birds, one stone?”
He started caressing his dick over his underwear. They were white this time.
“When you think about it, the gloves you were wearing yesterday were just made of a thin layer of latex. Right?”
Yeah, how could I forget how thin this layer was?! I felt like I was really touching his dick! It was so fucking weird.
“You think we could use something else?” I asked.
“No, just that with all things considered, the condom is made of the same fabric than the gloves. It is basically the same thing! If I wear the condom the entire time, you won’t be touching my cock! No homo!”
Finally, I understood where he was getting at.
“Wow, wow, wow, Rob! Wearing gloves was one thing but…”
“Come on, you know we say rubber gloves to refer to condoms sometimes, it’s exactly the same thing. Besides, we would not be in this situation if you had not lied to me! You should thank me for letting you stay here after all of this shit instead of complaining!”
“I’m not complaining, but like, how are you even going to stay hard with me touching it, like that.”
“Yesterday, I just closed my eyes or focused on the porn and thought you were a girl. It will be same thing. Your touch was pretty sweet actually. Well, it might even feel a bit nicer this time around, those gloves really were not the best.”
“But… But in the video, you said to the guy, to Hank, that you did not want anyone to touch your dick directly, that we should you use a glove. It would not make sense to change that, like in the scenario that we have.”
“Not exactly, I said that I did not want faggot hands in direct contact of my big cock.” He corrected me. “But who fucking cares? It’s roleplay. We can say that I let my sub going a bit further this time. I mean, dude, they’re going to like this even more!”
I was sweating. I had to think about it, find other reasons to push back, but Robbie would not let me. He was already looking for his condoms and a good porn.
I was not really about to jerk a guy off? Was it really not different from what we did the day before? There would be rubber between me and his dick after all...
“Come on, bitch, in position!” He spoke, or rather commanded. “Towel off, on your knees.”
“Do I really need to get naked each time?”
“Yeah, I gotta check if your cock is not growing too much. And if it does, I’ll tell you what, I’ll be nice enough to let it be this time. Just don’t cum while you’re touching me, that would be too fucking sick. But afterwards, you can cum in a condom too. We are going to have such the collection!”
I almost puked. Although, the weird tiny part of my brain reacted again. Why was I happy that he would let me get hard this time around?
“Just sit down, let’s get it over with.” I said, trying to get a little bit of control back.
“At your service, sir!” He replied, mocking me.
He handed me the condoms. Magnum XXL. Extra thin. I cringed at the words on the box: “feels like you’re wearing nothing”.
“Just some marketing bullshit.” Robbie said, throwing off the box.
He took his underwear off; he was already getting to half-mast. I got naked and knelt down between his legs. How many repetitions does it take for an action to become a habit?
“Ready?” I asked anxiously.
“Yeah, let me hold the camera. Another advantage of having you doing all the dirty work, my hands of free for filming!”
“You’re going to record from up here?” I looked up towards him and the camera already recording. “Everyone is going to see my face.”
“I’ll focus on my cock and you don’t intend to suck me off, right?”
“No!”
“Ok, so we won’t see your face and I’ll blur it if we do! Can we fucking start?”
I nodded yes.
He changed the tone of his voice to a more dominant one to address me from this point on. I should have noticed that in the past days, there were much less differences between the way he was ordering me around in our daily life, and the way he was talking to me like I was his bitch for the roleplays on camera.
He started to jack his own dick while watching the porn. As usual, it was loud and dirty. Multiple black guys on two twin girls.
I did not do anything before my roommate was fully hard but he seemed to be struggling a little with maintaining his erection and pulling the condom on.
“Today, daddy’s gonna let you jerk him off with just a thin condom on, you will be able to feel each of my veins. How do you feel about that, bitch?”
He kept on playing with the condom on his cockhead. He gave me a severe look and repeated himself.
“I asked you a question, how do you feel about having a better grasp of daddy’s massive cock in your little hands?”
Was he really expecting for me to talk on camera?! Realizing that I was not saying anything, he ended-up moving on.
“Help me out with that, will you?”
The condom was barely on, covering just the tip of his cockhead. That was the annoying thing with those extra thin ones, super difficult to put on.
Seeing no way to get out of this one, I tried to unroll the rubber without touching directly his cock. It was impossible of course.
After thirty seconds of awkwardness, I was so done with this bullshit that I grabbed the base of his cock bare (my large hand could not close as it was THAT thick) and I used my right hand to unfold the damn thing.
“Yeah, see, how it goes down, inch by inch. There are practically ten inches of fat meat to cover, that’s tough, hopefully, the rubber won’t break.”
“Yeah…” I mumbled.
The condom was so thin that I could indeed feel every aspect of his pole, his veins were prominent, his cockhead was glistening with precum. I felt his cock throbbing at my touch.
“Stroke it, bitch. What you’re waiting for?”
I nodded yes. I used my two hands right away, going back and forth quickly. I had learned my lesson from the day before.
“Hmmm… Yeah… That’s the stuff that I like.”
Maybe I should have said something like: “oh yeah, you like that, daddy?” but I remained silent once again.
Truthfully, Robbie was vocal enough for the two of us.
"Yeah, keep doing that. You’re really talented, bitch. Just, hold on for a few seconds when you get to the head, yeah like that, rub it with your palm. Fuck, that feels nice. Be gentle.”
I followed the instructions to the letter. More and more, I was simply wired to obey him.
“You can go a bit harder now… Hmmm… Fuck… I think I have a new nickname for you, bitch… My personal cock-stroker!”
Robbie laughed. I did not. Where was the lie though? I was stroking his cock. And I was doing a great job at it.
At some point, Robbie retreated back into the couch and I had to reach forward to keep my grip. His long dick was extending to his belly-button. Doing so, I had to practically bend over and my face was getting dangerously close to his junks.
Then, I felt something around my crotch.
Shit, it was Robbie’s feet! He was mindlessly rubbing them against my dick. Had he not realized? Did he think it was the freaking coffee table? Should I have said something? I would have but it felt great.
I was getting hard myself.
He had authorized me to get stiffed, right? He said it was no homo to give a hand job with a rubber on? We were fine…
Looking back, I have to laugh, the things you tell to yourself to rationalize some of your own behaviours!
His large feet let go of my dick after a while but it was too late, I was hard as a rock.
“Come on, cunt. I want to nut now. Give it to me good. Jack that big sausage off.”
I did my best. It already smelt like cum, or maybe just like dick. Being so close to his shaft lately, I had started to notice his particular odour. I was getting used to it.
“Shit, with this angle, it looks like you are blowing me!” Robbie said while filming.
I pulled back my head right away. Thankfully, he did not insist. I was feeling his dick pulsating inside my hands. He was really close.
“Take care of my balls, too. Come on, feel them, rub them.”
Without even thinking about it, I moved my left hand on his big hairy balls. There, I realized, I was not wearing any gloves and the condom clearly was not extending that far. I was directly holding and caressing his balls!
“Fuck, that feels nice! I’m gonna cum!”
I could not believe that I was actually feeling his balls contracting in the palm of my hand, and how much he loved that.
Once again, I was first raw to witness his cockhead releasing a crazy amount of white cum. The condom became suddenly very warm in my hand, but despite the thin texture and the literal explosion, it held on everything.
Thank God.
“Now tie this one up, bitch. It’s going straight to one of my faggies out there!” Robbie said panting.
I looked down at my cock, still depressingly hard. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I pulled out the condom, touching his cock in the process. Some cum dripped at the base of his dick, the smell was particularly strong, but I managed to collect most of it and tie up the condom without too much damage.
I had become quite a pro at this.
“Bon appétit!” Robbie told me proudly, filming me holding that shit, before finally cutting off the recording.
“What should I do with that?” I asked.
“I actually had an idea, don’t put it in the freezer yet, you can put in on the kitchen table. Also, you fucking horned-up dude, go take care of this, jizz in a condom too.”
“I… I’m sorry, bro.”
I really was apologetic, ashamed of my dick that kept getting stiffed during our “sessions”.
“That’s fine, I’ve learned to live with it. You’re not a homo but you get hard working on my Alpha Cock. That’s just it. Don’t know why but I’m done trying to figure your weird brain out.”
I wish I could figure it out too…
“Robbie, I just think it’s because of the porn blasting off behind me, and also… When you dirty talk, I guess, I’m putting myself in your shoes, saying that to a bitch and it turns me on, I…”
He put his middle finger on my lips. That was freaking strange.
“Stop justifying yourself, Connor. I told you; I don’t care. We’re gonna be rich. Now go cum in that thing.” He handed me a condom. “I have a little experiment for you afterwards!”
“A little experiment?”
“You’ll see! You’re gonna love it!” I was sceptical. “I hope you didn’t have too much to eat today?” He said, looking straight at the condom filled with his jizz in my hand.
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Chapter 08: The cost of lying (part 2)
“Dude, that’s so unfair.” I was back to whining like a little bitch, indeed. “I’ve done everything to fix that since it happened! I swear! Maybe I should have told you but you have no idea of what I had to do the last couple of days to make things right for your clients.”
“Bullshit! You’re so full of it, man, lie after lie, after lie…”
“No! Look.” I ran towards the freezer. “I fucking jizzed on boxers and in condoms to compensate.” I bent over naked to grab what I needed to show him. “I’ve been wanking all the time since yesterday to fix that.”
I pulled out the ice-creams and got the used and tied-up condoms out of the box.
Robbie looked grossed-out. For once, he also seemed speechless. I felt silly but explained myself further.
“Just saying, bro. After this… this accident happened, I spent the entire day collecting more sperm and making sure the package would go out in time. Those two were to be sent tomorrow, first thing in the morning.”
“I cannot believe this. You realize that you’re sick, right?”
“Rob…”
“Dude! Why did you not tell me?”
“I did not want you to be mad or disappointed.”
That made me sound even more like I was talking to my father. Was Robbie about to spank me?
“Fuck, mate! You know how I got this video? It was attached to an email sent to the whole building! Linda March thought she needed to alert everyone that there was a crazy pervert living on the sixth floor… with me! How does that make me look? This is a fancy neighbourhood, a fancy place… I think I’m gonna have to move! All because of you!”
“But Robbie, I was transporting those things for you!”
“So, this is my fault?!”
“No! It was a freaking accident, I mean, I told you, I’m sure Patrick even make me fall on purpose!”
“Don’t start with this Patrick thing again. And not only that. Are you actually telling me that you’ve been sending your own disgusting spunk to my clients! How is that right? Making them believe that they are tasting me when it is your weak-ass sperm instead.”
That was rude towards my own jizz but I did not point that out.
“You showed me the photo yourself! This guy worshipper something, worshipper69, he loved it! He wanted more!”
Robbie clenched his fist and looked at the ceiling.
“Fuck, dude. How am I supposed to trust you again?”
“Look, I’m really sorry I lied. This was super embarrassing and I thought I could fix the problem without bothering you with that. See, the condoms are already ready for tomorrow. They won’t see the difference!”
“So, you’re telling me that your cum and my cum is the same thing, that they taste the same?”
“I don’t know… I guess, yeah, it must taste similar. That’s just jizz.”
“Ok then. If you’re so sure, why don’t you fill every package from now on. Let you waste YOUR spunk on the clients instead of mine. Would not be a perfect task within your assistant’s job?”
Shit.
I felt my stomach hurt at the thought of more faggots feeding on my cum. I did not want to fall down this rabbit hole. Besides, Robbie already knew everything. I did not have much more to lose.
“I mean… There might be some differences. Your… Your sperm does look thicker than mine.” I heard me say.
That got Robbie to smile.
“That sounds about right.”
There was a long pause.
“What do you want from me, man?” I asked.
Robbie sat down on the couch. He seemed calmer. Maybe I should praise the quality of his sperm more often I thought.
“As much as I am… disgusted by this, and yeah, I’m gonna have to deal with my neighbours and shit, I gotta say that this is giving me some serious business ideas. Also, I did not think you would be willing to have queers swallowing your jizz. Weirdly, I’m quite impressed.”
“I’m not willing! I… I only did that to help you out, to fix the situation.”
“I know, I know. But at the end of the day, we still have your cum in our freezer! Am I right?” He grinned at me. “I guess that if we were both filling up condoms and making them believe they are all mine, we would have a lot of buyers. Also, that could allow me to use my own cum for better use, like breeding some good old pussies.”
I felt more relaxed now that he was more chilled. He did not seem so mad anymore.
In a way, I was relieved that my big secret was exposed. The last 48 hours had been way too stressful.
“Dude, as long as we keep some boundaries, I’m down to help you. I know this was in the worst circumstances but when you think about it, I think I’ve just proven that I was really in on it for you.”
“That’s fair.” Robbie sighed. “I’ll have to think about it. But in the meantime, we can already get some work done. This has stressed me out and I think I could use a hand job.”
From the tone of his voice, it was pretty clear that he meant for me to do that specific job. I looked at his bulge in his boxer briefs. I was not too sure about this becoming a habit but what choice did I have?
“I can get the gloves.” I suggested. “I washed them yesterday after…”
Still, it was hard for me to formalize what we were doing out loud.
“Yeah. But I should cum in a condom this time, so we can ship it to compensate the ones you lost.”
“Right…”
“And the latex gloves against the latex condom, I don’t know, I don’t think it will work…”
This is when I should have said: “why don’t you jerk off yourself then?” but instead I said:
“Maybe we should only put the condom on at the very end, when you’re about to cum?”
Yeap. I had said “we”. Robbie seemed to be thinking for a while and then, his face lightened up.
“Dude, I just had a better idea!” He jumped from the couch. “A perfect way to hit two birds with one stone!”
I was afraid of what was coming next. I was right to be so.
“Two birds, one stone?”
He started caressing his dick over his underwear. They were white this time.
“When you think about it, the gloves you were wearing yesterday were just made of a thin layer of latex. Right?”
Yeah, how could I forget how thin this layer was?! I felt like I was really touching his dick! It was so fucking weird.
“You think we could use something else?” I asked.
“No, just that with all things considered, the condom is made of the same fabric than the gloves. It is basically the same thing! If I wear the condom the entire time, you won’t be touching my cock! No homo!”
Finally, I understood where he was getting at.
“Wow, wow, wow, Rob! Wearing gloves was one thing but…”
“Come on, you know we say rubber gloves to refer to condoms sometimes, it’s exactly the same thing. Besides, we would not be in this situation if you had not lied to me! You should thank me for letting you stay here after all of this shit instead of complaining!”
“I’m not complaining, but like, how are you even going to stay hard with me touching it, like that.”
“Yesterday, I just closed my eyes or focused on the porn and thought you were a girl. It will be same thing. Your touch was pretty sweet actually. Well, it might even feel a bit nicer this time around, those gloves really were not the best.”
“But… But in the video, you said to the guy, to Hank, that you did not want anyone to touch your dick directly, that we should you use a glove. It would not make sense to change that, like in the scenario that we have.”
“Not exactly, I said that I did not want faggot hands in direct contact of my big cock.” He corrected me. “But who fucking cares? It’s roleplay. We can say that I let my sub going a bit further this time. I mean, dude, they’re going to like this even more!”
I was sweating. I had to think about it, find other reasons to push back, but Robbie would not let me. He was already looking for his condoms and a good porn.
I was not really about to jerk a guy off? Was it really not different from what we did the day before? There would be rubber between me and his dick after all...
“Come on, bitch, in position!” He spoke, or rather commanded. “Towel off, on your knees.”
“Do I really need to get naked each time?”
“Yeah, I gotta check if your cock is not growing too much. And if it does, I’ll tell you what, I’ll be nice enough to let it be this time. Just don’t cum while you’re touching me, that would be too fucking sick. But afterwards, you can cum in a condom too. We are going to have such the collection!”
I almost puked. Although, the weird tiny part of my brain reacted again. Why was I happy that he would let me get hard this time around?
“Just sit down, let’s get it over with.” I said, trying to get a little bit of control back.
“At your service, sir!” He replied, mocking me.
He handed me the condoms. Magnum XXL. Extra thin. I cringed at the words on the box: “feels like you’re wearing nothing”.
“Just some marketing bullshit.” Robbie said, throwing off the box.
He took his underwear off; he was already getting to half-mast. I got naked and knelt down between his legs. How many repetitions does it take for an action to become a habit?
“Ready?” I asked anxiously.
“Yeah, let me hold the camera. Another advantage of having you doing all the dirty work, my hands of free for filming!”
“You’re going to record from up here?” I looked up towards him and the camera already recording. “Everyone is going to see my face.”
“I’ll focus on my cock and you don’t intend to suck me off, right?”
“No!”
“Ok, so we won’t see your face and I’ll blur it if we do! Can we fucking start?”
I nodded yes.
He changed the tone of his voice to a more dominant one to address me from this point on. I should have noticed that in the past days, there were much less differences between the way he was ordering me around in our daily life, and the way he was talking to me like I was his bitch for the roleplays on camera.
He started to jack his own dick while watching the porn. As usual, it was loud and dirty. Multiple black guys on two twin girls.
I did not do anything before my roommate was fully hard but he seemed to be struggling a little with maintaining his erection and pulling the condom on.
“Today, daddy’s gonna let you jerk him off with just a thin condom on, you will be able to feel each of my veins. How do you feel about that, bitch?”
He kept on playing with the condom on his cockhead. He gave me a severe look and repeated himself.
“I asked you a question, how do you feel about having a better grasp of daddy’s massive cock in your little hands?”
Was he really expecting for me to talk on camera?! Realizing that I was not saying anything, he ended-up moving on.
“Help me out with that, will you?”
The condom was barely on, covering just the tip of his cockhead. That was the annoying thing with those extra thin ones, super difficult to put on.
Seeing no way to get out of this one, I tried to unroll the rubber without touching directly his cock. It was impossible of course.
After thirty seconds of awkwardness, I was so done with this bullshit that I grabbed the base of his cock bare (my large hand could not close as it was THAT thick) and I used my right hand to unfold the damn thing.
“Yeah, see, how it goes down, inch by inch. There are practically ten inches of fat meat to cover, that’s tough, hopefully, the rubber won’t break.”
“Yeah…” I mumbled.
The condom was so thin that I could indeed feel every aspect of his pole, his veins were prominent, his cockhead was glistening with precum. I felt his cock throbbing at my touch.
“Stroke it, bitch. What you’re waiting for?”
I nodded yes. I used my two hands right away, going back and forth quickly. I had learned my lesson from the day before.
“Hmmm… Yeah… That’s the stuff that I like.”
Maybe I should have said something like: “oh yeah, you like that, daddy?” but I remained silent once again.
Truthfully, Robbie was vocal enough for the two of us.
"Yeah, keep doing that. You’re really talented, bitch. Just, hold on for a few seconds when you get to the head, yeah like that, rub it with your palm. Fuck, that feels nice. Be gentle.”
I followed the instructions to the letter. More and more, I was simply wired to obey him.
“You can go a bit harder now… Hmmm… Fuck… I think I have a new nickname for you, bitch… My personal cock-stroker!”
Robbie laughed. I did not. Where was the lie though? I was stroking his cock. And I was doing a great job at it.
At some point, Robbie retreated back into the couch and I had to reach forward to keep my grip. His long dick was extending to his belly-button. Doing so, I had to practically bend over and my face was getting dangerously close to his junks.
Then, I felt something around my crotch.
Shit, it was Robbie’s feet! He was mindlessly rubbing them against my dick. Had he not realized? Did he think it was the freaking coffee table? Should I have said something? I would have but it felt great.
I was getting hard myself.
He had authorized me to get stiffed, right? He said it was no homo to give a hand job with a rubber on? We were fine…
Looking back, I have to laugh, the things you tell to yourself to rationalize some of your own behaviours!
His large feet let go of my dick after a while but it was too late, I was hard as a rock.
“Come on, cunt. I want to nut now. Give it to me good. Jack that big sausage off.”
I did my best. It already smelt like cum, or maybe just like dick. Being so close to his shaft lately, I had started to notice his particular odour. I was getting used to it.
“Shit, with this angle, it looks like you are blowing me!” Robbie said while filming.
I pulled back my head right away. Thankfully, he did not insist. I was feeling his dick pulsating inside my hands. He was really close.
“Take care of my balls, too. Come on, feel them, rub them.”
Without even thinking about it, I moved my left hand on his big hairy balls. There, I realized, I was not wearing any gloves and the condom clearly was not extending that far. I was directly holding and caressing his balls!
“Fuck, that feels nice! I’m gonna cum!”
I could not believe that I was actually feeling his balls contracting in the palm of my hand, and how much he loved that.
Once again, I was first raw to witness his cockhead releasing a crazy amount of white cum. The condom became suddenly very warm in my hand, but despite the thin texture and the literal explosion, it held on everything.
Thank God.
“Now tie this one up, bitch. It’s going straight to one of my faggies out there!” Robbie said panting.
I looked down at my cock, still depressingly hard. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I pulled out the condom, touching his cock in the process. Some cum dripped at the base of his dick, the smell was particularly strong, but I managed to collect most of it and tie up the condom without too much damage.
I had become quite a pro at this.
“Bon appétit!” Robbie told me proudly, filming me holding that shit, before finally cutting off the recording.
“What should I do with that?” I asked.
“I actually had an idea, don’t put it in the freezer yet, you can put in on the kitchen table. Also, you fucking horned-up dude, go take care of this, jizz in a condom too.”
“I… I’m sorry, bro.”
I really was apologetic, ashamed of my dick that kept getting stiffed during our “sessions”.
“That’s fine, I’ve learned to live with it. You’re not a homo but you get hard working on my Alpha Cock. That’s just it. Don’t know why but I’m done trying to figure your weird brain out.”
I wish I could figure it out too…
“Robbie, I just think it’s because of the porn blasting off behind me, and also… When you dirty talk, I guess, I’m putting myself in your shoes, saying that to a bitch and it turns me on, I…”
He put his middle finger on my lips. That was freaking strange.
“Stop justifying yourself, Connor. I told you; I don’t care. We’re gonna be rich. Now go cum in that thing.” He handed me a condom. “I have a little experiment for you afterwards!”
“A little experiment?”
“You’ll see! You’re gonna love it!” I was sceptical. “I hope you didn’t have too much to eat today?” He said, looking straight at the condom filled with his jizz in my hand.
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Anyone thinking that Robbie and Connor are made for each other?
I think so. Why It took so long for Connor to man to man action? He can't deny
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