From Homophobe to Homo (Erotic Story)

[nhguy78]

I think so. Why It took so long for Connor to man to man action? He can't deny

Well, the guy is afraid of gay and Robbie is manipulative. Wouldn't it be interesting if at some point Connor get the upper hand sexually and gets his fake alpha mojo back and makes Robbie his bitch?

 

[Americanspirit]

I think so. Why It took so long for Connor to man to man action? He can't deny

Thigh I imagine it will not happen, I would like they become some sort of couple.

 

[Americanspirit]

Well, the guy is afraid of gay and Robbie is manipulative. Wouldn't it be interesting if at some point Connor get the upper hand sexually and gets his fake alpha mojo back and makes Robbie his bitch?

For me the alpha mojo of both is bulshit. In fact, Robbie may be trying to turn the homophobe Connor gay as a way to be with him… but that may be the romantic speaking and this is going to be a much more real and nuts story.
I wish this was published twice per week — I tried to subscribe and did not work …

 

[Cuteasianguy12]

For me the alpha mojo of both is bulshit. In fact, Robbie may be trying to turn the homophobe Connor gay as a way to be with him… but that may be the romantic speaking and this is going to be a much more real and nuts story.
I wish this was published twice per week — I tried to subscribe and did not work …

You got that right.

 

[Bigunky]

Well, the guy is afraid of gay and Robbie is manipulative. Wouldn't it be interesting if at some point Connor get the upper hand sexually and gets his fake alpha mojo back and makes Robbie his bitch?

hopefully happens in one chapter

 

[thehottestmenxx]

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FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO

Chapter 09: Fifty flavours of cum (part 1)

I had been sent to my room to jack off. Robbie did not want to see that.

Witnessing my cock getting hard during our “sessions” made him sick enough, he could not go as far as seeing me ejaculate.

Why did I follow his instructions? Well, it is not like I wanted to stroke my dick in front of him anyway. Besides, I was still feeling very guilty about wasting so much of his cum in the freaking lobby… I definitely wanted to contribute to the “operation semen’s collection” myself.

Truth was, after another session of jerking Robbie off, I was super horny. I would jizz in no time.

I lied down in my bed and got up to it. I did not need any porn, the memories of Robbie’s dirty talking and exploding in the XXL, extra-thin, condom in my hands were enough to get me going.

Damn, I really hoped that I was not turning into a faggot…

Maybe it was not that bad? It just happened that I had a weird thing when it came to my roommate being a nasty fucker. Somehow, having him doing (and saying) the most fucked-up shit always got me in the mood. That was not making me a homo, though. Right?

No, of course not. I had always been an Alpha and I still loved me some wet pussies.

I unfolded the condom nicely all the way down to the base of my shaft to make sure that I would harvest my sperm for future shipping. My bone was long, thick, and large. Yet, I was still missing an inch to compare with Robbie’s true monster cock.

I stroked it, moving my hands up and down slowly, noticing how different the sensation felt from masturbating another guy’s dick. Robbie was right, I was very good at this, jerking cocks. If I was pleasuring him as much as I was pleasuring myself, no wonder why he had enjoyed it so much.

As I was expecting, I came in the condom in just a few minutes. Several fat loads.

I mentioned that before, I am really blessed when it comes to my sperm’s level. As far as I can remember, I have always come like a geyser.

As instructed by my roommate, I tied the rubber up and was ready to bring it in the kitchen. My phone rang which stopped me as I was standing up.

Fuck, it was my father. He barely never called.

I felt silly with the used condom in my hand but I picked up the phone, maybe something serious had happened.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Connor. What’s up, son?”

“I’m fine. Why are you calling, dad? Is there something wrong?”

“Cannot a father reach out to his son once in a while?”

He let go of a long burp to end his sentence.

I was not too sure but he sounded like he was a little drunk, or more than a little.

“Of course, you can call me anytime. How is it going back at the farm?”

“Well… The farm is doing ok…” Another long burp. “That idiot of Cody fucked-up one of the machines, really not the sharpest tool in the box that kid.”

Cody was a cool dude from my hometown. I knew him since I was 10 years old. He stayed living there and ended-up helping out my dad at the farm. My dad still called him “kid” although he was my age.

“That sucks. You need my help to try and fix it?”

I was working as a mechanic after all.

“I understood long time ago you would be of no help at the farm, son.”

I felt that one hard in my guts.

Dad would always resent me from leaving for the big city. But what was I supposed to do, stay with him at the farm? No girls there to fuck. No clubs to meet them. No pussies to eat.

At 24, I would be spending my life working on heavy machines or feeding the freaking pigs, probably being beaten-up by my dad once a week. The life of Cody pretty much.

I remained silent.

“I’m calling cause I might be passing by New-York next week.” He said.

“Really? Why?”

“Just an old story… You remember when the little faggot got too close to Darrell and I and we had to take care of business?”

How could I forget? My dad and his best mate had gone out (in the only bar in the 20 miles radius from our home) and at just 18, I had to go bail them at the police station.

They had gotten into a fight, they explained that a faggot had made a pass at them and they had to defend themselves. This turned into an whole mess and since then, my father had to deal with all kind of legal problems, even years after.

“This again? I thought it was over.” I spoke.

“You know how they are, these fairies, connected all over the place. A real man would have settled this in a good old fight but not this sick kind. I have to go see a judge on Wednesday, I got a lawyer appointed or something like that, apparently, I should have paid a fine a couple years back when the trial was over.”

“Dad! You knew you had to pay something! I remember that.”

“Well, I did not! Fuck them! They can suck my dick!”

I sighed.

“But now, you have to see a judge? Is it serious? If they make you come to NYC, that might be serious…”

“Nah. I don’t think so. I mean, the guy had what, a broken rib and he’s still coming at me six years after. That’s bullshit right there. But again, what else to expect from a queer?”

At least, on this, I was aligned with him. Fags were a plague to our society. Thinking of which, I definitely believe that it was my father who had taught me that in middle-school.

“How much was the fine?”

“5K, something like that, but there are interests now. Look son, I’m dealing with that, but I just thought I would pay you a visit once I’m there and eh, maybe I could stay over at your place. Hotels in NYC are not cheap.”

That was the real reason of the call then. He needed a place to stay. Like most children I presume, I wanted nothing more in life than my father to be proud of me.

“Sure, dad. I mean, you’ll have to tell me when you arrive exactly. I’ll have to make arrangements…”

“Arrangements? I’m not the King of England. Just lend me your couch, that would be fine, your apartment is big enough, right?”

“Right…”

I could not say no to my father, and even more so, I could not tell him that I had lost my apartment and everything. What kind of disappointment that would be. Leaving the farm to become homeless? Besides, for once, he was actually asking for my help. I could not let him down.

“Look kiddo, I’ll check the details tomorrow. Just wanted to give you a quick call. Everything’s good on your side?”

“Yeah, it’s all fine, dad. I’ve just stroked my roommate’s monster cock to collect his sperm and sell it to faggots across the country. It was funny cause I got weirdly turned on by it!”

Can you imagine if I had actually said that? My dad would probably have gotten in his car, done the five hours ride, just to kill me.

Instead. I kept it at a simple: “All fine, dad.”

“Nice. Stay out of troubles, son.”

We hung up. I felt bad. How was he going to pay for his fine? Certainly, I would not be able to help him. And how was I going to welcome him in my non-existing apartment? Shit!

As if I had not enough stuff to deal with.

Despite everything, my dad had always been my hero. After my bitch of a mother had left us when I was just a kid, - I do not even remember her -, he raised me by himself while taking care of the farm. He taught me everything I know.

Robbie entered the room as I was lost in my thoughts. As usual, without knocking.

I was standing there, naked, my phone in one hand, the used condom in the other. Robbie was naked too, his large flaccid dick dangling between his legs. I was not in the mood for his antics.

“You’re ok, mate? What is taking you so long?”

“My dad just called me.”

“Oh. That’s what I’ve heard. Everything’s fine?”

“Yeah… He just needs to come to New-York next week for a legal thing. He… He wants to stay with me but… Well, he does not know I have lost my apartment.”

“Yikes. I guess you’ll have no choice but to tell him?”

I wanted to ask Robbie if we could welcome him there but I simply could not articulate the words. I had forced myself into Robbie’s life and after the video shared with the entire building and how I had ruined his reputation with his neighbours, I could not ask him to host my dad as well.

I decided to change the subject. I would think about my dad later. I still had a few days to figure that one out.

“Here it is.” I said awkwardly, holding the used condom in the air. “I’ve just nutted.”

“Damn, you jizzed that much with your father on the phone? You must have been really horned-up with the little video we filmed! Or maybe your dad gets your juice pumping too?”

“You’re fucking gross, Rob! I came before that. And you know, I’m just horny all of the time. That’s all.”

“I sure do! And that might help us greatly in the future!”

His smile did not announce anything good.

“What do you mean? And where should I put that?”

“There.” Robbie pointed to one of the freezer bags we had already used to store his filled condoms, just right next to my night stand.

I obliged.

“Follow me to the kitchen.” He spoke, or rather, ordered.

I looked down at my cock, aware of my nudity. But Robbie was having none of it.

“Come on, don’t you think we’re passed the point of being embarrassed of flaunting our dicks in front of each other?” He said, while shaking his own sausage.

Saying that I did not feel comfortable with the both of us being naked was typically the kind of things a sensitive beta male would say. Therefore, I let it slide.

“I don’t care but why do you want me to go to the kitchen? Dude, I’m exhausted. And I have to deal with my father’s stuff now.”

“Your father’s stuff! Ahah I bet!”

“Fuck you.”

I showed him the middle finger.

“Man, you have forgotten about the desserts!”

“The what?”

“Come!” He walked out of the room. “I told you earlier. I just had a great business idea. I asked you if you had not eaten too much today. You did not answer me.”

“I have not. I’m fine.”

“Come here, then. Look at this.”

Robbie opened the fridge and got three shot glasses out of it. The glasses were translucent but they all had a distinctive light shade of colour on the bottom: one was red, the other blue, the last one green. I could see a white mixture inside each of them.

“What is that?”

I already knew but I could not believe it. Robbie grinned at me.

“Two portions of your dirty cum and one portion of my delicious semen!”

“What the hell, man? Why did you pull that shit out from the condoms? How are we going to ship them now?”

I was actually very frustrated. Harvesting those loads had been consuming me for the past couple of days, and now, Robbie had just spilled all my efforts in stupid vodka shot glasses.

“I’m glad you asked, my friend! Trust me, doing the spilling from the rubbers to the glasses was not a great experience. I seriously almost puked multiple times! I literally hate cum. Also, yeah, I’m not super happy with wasting those loads either. But those are small sacrifices to implement the genius plan that I had. To be fair, I must give you some credits. Your recent “accident” (he did the quotation marks with his fingers) was key in coming up with it.”

I was puzzled. What crazy idea had he come up with this time?

“I’m not following, Rob.”

“Dude, look at these three “cum-shots” (he did the quotation marks again). Can’t you see where I’m getting at?”

Nice pun, - cum-shots – ahahah… But still. I did not get it. Or rather, I did not want to get it.

“Bro… if you… If you want me to…” I could not even say it.

“I just want you to have a taste, for the sake of an experiment!”

“Come on!”

Why was I surprised? He always had to push things further and making me more uncomfortable. But I had my limits! At least, I thought so back then.

“Hear me out before saying no and doing your drama queen for no reason again.”

I sighed.

“Robbie, you cannot be serious…”

He really was though.

“I figured the next big step for making actual good money. So far, I was sending a couple of dirty briefs once in a while, and was mostly doing videos. But things have been heating up lately, and those guys keep on asking for more portions of my nutritious cum to swallow. I was not so sure about this, it meant wasting my seeds, dealing with the shipping... Besides, I can barely handle my own cum, it grosses me out too much to prepare the packages. But if you can join me on this ride, dealing with the shipping and contributing your own spunk, I guess it can make it much easier and much more profitable!”

“We said that I would not really take part in that aspect of your… of your work.”

“You would not, not really! You would keep on with the assistant’s job you’ve already been doing, except that I might also ship some of your loads to happy customers. People would still think they swallow MY cum, not yours. I don’t really see the problem. You’ve already done it! You shipped your sperm by yourself to Muscle Worshipper. And you were about to send three more condoms if I had not caught you lying.”

“Yeah, but it was exceptional, only to fix the issue I had with Patrick in the lobby.”

He chuckled. I got that. I would have mocked anyone else in my situation.

“So, if I get this right, it was fine until I knew about it?”

“No… It was… I mean, I panicked and tried to find a quick solution. And you were the one being mad I had sent my jizz!”

“At first, I will admit that I was mad, indeed… Until I thought of how much we could both gain from it! Making our little cum kitchen at home, serving tons of consumers the best flavours of our jizz.”

I thought about the money my father owed and about my own debts. How many loads would I have to harvest to compensate?

“I guess that for the right amount of money, I could live with shipping my cum to those fairies but why are you doing this, putting them in shot glasses? Wasting our loads!”

“Because! We cannot go on with this plan without experimenting a little.” Robbie explained as if this was obvious. “If, as you pretended earlier, your cum tastes just like mine, well, we could alternate and send your spunk or mine to any of those guys. But if not, we would each have to stay focus on certain guys only. It changes the entire business scheme.”

“Dude, cum is cum. Those guys would not care.”

“Don’t you get it? My clients are passionate with consuming my spunk. They would know. And anyway, I would never take the risk to disappoint a client. That’s just how I roll. So, before we act on this plan, we need to be able to tell if your cum tastes different than mine, if one tastes better, how we can improve the flavours… Everything! We should have done this from the start anyway, testing the products!”

“You’re telling me that you want us to eat our own cum before sending it away!?”

“Oh no. I want YOU to taste OUR cum to test it out. I would never do that. It’s too fucking gross!”

[Chapter 9 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO

Chapter 09: Fifty flavours of cum (part 2)

Typical of Robbie! I would say that I could not believe it but I definitely could at this point…

“Why the fuck would I?!” I snapped.

“Dude, I know that you’ve already tasted your own, already caught you with some on your lips, first night you were here. As for mine, well, you were not the last one to get some good facials from Robbie Junior; Don’t tell me you did not already taste some of it.”

I was about to explode but he was talking quickly to prevent me from cutting him off.

“Dude, I’m not saying this to mock or tease you. This is great actually! I don’t know any of my bros who would be willing to do that.”

“I would not.”

“Come on, you’re just embarrassed now but you don’t actually care. You said it yourself, cum is cum, and you already swallow your own. Besides, you owe me that! I’m still trying to get over the fact that you lied to me.”

“I did not lie to you…”

“You just did no tell me the truth? Right, just like to your father with your apartment.”

Touché…

I tried a different approach.

“Rob, I just don’t see why this is necessary.”

“Well, I think it is. If it tastes exactly the same or if it tastes very different, we will review our business plans accordingly. It just makes total sense to me. Also, you are my assistant which means I am your boss. You don’t mind cum that much. You have started to ship your own spunk as mine without my knowledge or consent. I get to make the call on how we proceed next. That’s all.”

I sighed.

“You’re trying me, mate.”

“Come on, I’m sure you’re curious and it’s not like it can really hurt you. It’s just proteins in the end, I’m sure it will be good for your body and working-out routine, there has been tons of studies about it. Just think of it like a dare, or simply, as a favour to me. To be honest, yeah, I’m curious too. All those talks with my clients. I just wonder how it tastes but I cannot do the tasting myself, I would literally puke.”

Why did I have the weird feeling that I would end up swallowing those shots no matter what?

“Robbie, seriously… Drinking this?”

He remained silent for a little while like he was looking for his next argument. When he spoke again, he knew exactly what to say.

“Ok, Connor. We have to recognize it, this assistant job, well, it did not go exactly as planned, and neither of us has been fully satisfied. You are always whining and you keep on making mistakes, and you probably think I have been asking too much of you.”

“I guess this is about right…”

“Let’s make this another deal then.”

“What?” I asked, anxious.

“You are helping me out. I am too. We just have to find the right formula so that the services we render for each other are balanced. Like, I give you some money, I let you live here rent-free, I don’t kill you for embarrassing me in front of my neighbours.” He chuckled. “In exchange, you’ve been recording me and helping out with the videos.”

“I jerked you off too!” I exclaimed.

Jesus, why did I think that would help my case to say that out loud? I just wanted to show that my contribution was quite important as well… It only made him smirk even more.

“Sure. And you do that so right, seriously! You must be jerking yourself off all the time, you clearly know your way around a big dick.”

“Whatever…”

“Anyway, let’s just level-up the services you render for me and I’ll level-up mines. From now on, I expect you to be more committed to your job, meaning that you should harvest your own cum for our little project as well as mine, you should taste samples tonight so we can plan for the future, and more generally you should stop whining every time I ask something of you.”

“That’s going too far, man…”

“Hear me out. In exchange, I am willing to let you stay here for as long as you need, give you 20% of my profits and cherry on the cake, I am ready to let you the keys of the apartment while your dad is in town. You can tell him that you own this place and that I’m the one crashing here. This way, you have a nice fancy flat to welcome your daddy in. I’m even willing to sleep in your small room while he’s here, most probably, I’ll just go crash at a girl’s place though.”

“You… You would actually do that?”

“Yes, I would! For my bro! That’s what we do, no? We help each other out! I mean, it’s your choice, we talked about it when we started, if you don’t like our arrangement, we can stop, but I think that the deal I’m offering is very, very fair.”

I thought about it.

Seeing those shot glasses on the kitchen counter was giving me a stomach ache, but Robbie was not wrong, I had already tasted mine a bunch of time. Clearly, I did not have the strong repulsive reactions as my roommate had towards sperm, but doing it like that, actually drinking cum, in front of him…

“Nobody would know what we do here? What I do for you?” I asked in a low voice.

“Of course not! You think I want people to know that?”

“And you would really let me act as if I’m owning the place while my dad’s around?”

“Sure.”

I took a deep breath and I said the word that was going to send me into another stage of my life, making the last month sounds like nothing compared to what was to come.

“Ok. I’m in.”

“Well, I’ve got the perfect drink to cheer on that!” Robbie said, holding a shot glass in his hand. “Wait, I really cannot get this too close to me.”

He put it back down and made a face. He truly hated cum.

“What do you want from me exactly?”

“Simple. You taste each of them and you give me your impressions. I will take notes. I have identified which ones are yours and which one is mine but I think it’s better if you don’t know which is which to avoid having any preconceived ideas.”

I got closer to the counter. It did smell like cum. The glasses were almost full, especially the blue one. Robbie and I were both big ejaculators.

“Dude…”

“Come on! Don’t back down now! You just accepted the deal, and remember, it involved no more whining!”

I was so over it, I grabbed the first glass, the red one, and emptied it straight into my mouth.

Robbie looked stunned. Fuck, I felt the cum pouring in, it was thick, sticky, it seemed like a lot of it was sliding down my throat!

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, it had nothing to do with the times where I would lick some of my own spunk, I felt the cum struggling to go through my oesophagus.

How funny would that be? That I would die there, drowning in my own sperm? Or maybe it was not even mine? I got chills at that thought.

“What the fuck, Connor?!”

When I opened back my eyes, Robbie was mad. I thought he would be happy! I had just swallowed a shot glass of spunk for him! What better proof of my commitment could I give?

“I did it, Rob! I fucking did it!”

“You did it so fucking wrong! Damn! Why did you have to be so eager?! Those are not truly alcohol shots! They are not made for your enjoyment, this is a serious experiment.”

“My enjoyment?”

As if I had enjoyed that!

“You treat this like it’s a game…”

“I’m not! I… I just wanted to swallow it, like you asked.”

“I asked you to taste it! At some point, you need to swallow it, but how can you describe me the flavours when you go so fast? How did it taste?”

“I don’t know!”

“See! My point exactly!”

Fuck my life. That was so frustrating.

“How is it supposed to taste? It’s cum!” I yelled.

“Was it more salty than sweet?”

“Salty… I guess…”

“Thank God it was one of your loads. Don’t you dare pull the same shit on my own semen. I’m not here to feed you. We’re here to work.”

In some ways, I understood what he meant but it was my first time, I just needed to find a way to take the leap. Could he not be a little more understanding?

“Ok, ok… I’ll do better.”

“Try this one.” He pushed the green glass towards me. “Put some in your mouth and really try to taste it.”

I looked at the white substance.

“I think I should drink some water before tasting that one, to brush the taste of the previous one off.”

“You might be right here.” Robbie filled a glass of tap water.

He was looking at me like a math teacher waiting for me to give him the right answer.

“Thanks.” I said for the glass.

“At least, now we know that you can drink cum without puking. That’s good.”

I nodded yes.

“I’ll take a sip and tell you how it tastes.”

“Play with it inside your mouth.” Noticing my weird face, he insisted. “Come on, what does it change, really?”

I put the glass to my lips, slowly this time, and took a good sip, more than a third of the glass. I had cum in my mouth. I had to let that information sink in to my brain. Or maybe, I should have avoided thinking about that.

At least, this time, Robbie looked satisfied. I ran the sperm through my teeth and my tongue.

“So, what does it taste?”

Could not he tell that I had a mouth full? I kept the cum a little while longer in my mouth so Robbie would not scold me. I would say it felt saltier than I first expected. It did not taste much really. Just a gooey substance with a hint of salt. Not good, but not disgusting either.

“You can swallow now, and tell me.”

He looked so excited.

“Fuck!” I said once I had swallowed.

“Delicious or what?” Robbie asked me, laughing his ass off.

“Don’t push it, Rob! I guess… I guess it was fine… I’d say it was definitely salty.”

“What-else? What does it compare to?”

“Nothing else that we normally eat. It’s not milk. It’s like… I don’t know, it’s quite neutral. Just the texture is weird.”

“Neutral? I suppose that’s fine.”

He was actually taking notes on his phone. Now, I wanted to laugh of how serious he was taking this test.

“Should I try the other one?”

“Just finish the green one and see if you can be a little more precise. Then, you’ll have to compare it with the blue one.”

“Am I… Am I drinking your jizz right now?”

What a weird question to ask your roommate.

“I won’t say until you’re done with both drinks. This might temper with the results.”

I did the same process again, got the green glass to my lips but this time I emptied it up fully in my mouth.

“Really taste it this time. Do gargles, that will help.” Robbie insisted.

There was so much cum this time, it was hard to move it around in my mouth. I tried to gargle but I swallowed a good portion of it by accident. I did end up making bubbles with the cum. Robbie was still naked before me and I could see he was getting at half-mast again. What the hell?

“You need to really got tons of it all over your palate. Damn, I feel like a real chef and you’re my taster boy.”

I gargled some more and finally swallowed it all. I started to think about all the cum I was ingesting and filling my stomach with. It was only proteins, right?

“Tastes the same, dude. A bit salty.” I commented.

“It seems easier for you this time.”

“I guess I’m getting used to it.”

“Yeah, you’ll love it in no time!”

We spent a couple more minutes dissecting my feelings, trying to describe the flavours with the best accuracy and then, it was time for the third drink, the blue glass. Robbie was nice enough to bring me a glass of water spontaneously to cleanse my palate.

The blue glass was filled to the extremities, the cum looked even thicker.

“You should smell it before ingesting. It’s what all wine tasters do.”

I rolled my eyes but got my nose less than two inches away from the glass. Doing so, I was almost bending over. I felt very aware of my bare ass.

When I reached to hold the glass with my hand, Robbie who had snuck up behind me grabbed my wrist.

“You’re going to spill it all over the counter if you hold it. Just sip it straight from the glass.”

“What?”

“You know, like a dog.”

He grabbed and pushed my head further down and without fully comprehending what was happening, I was drinking from the glass without using my hands, sipping sticky and gooey cum into my mouth.

I could not really compare the first and the second glass as I had swallowed the first load of cum without tasting it, but this time, I could really tell there was some differences between the second and the third.

Not so much, but this one tasted definitely sweeter.

Robbie let go of his grip and watched me gargle on this new load. He was ready to take some more notes.

“That one is a bit thicker and… I guess… Sweeter.” I finally said.

“Sweeter? Damn, you almost make me want to try it! Almost!”

I took another sip without still finishing up the glass, there were so much in it. I remembered that I had jizzed a lot in the toilets at the gym that day, so maybe it was my own load that I was consuming.

“Definitely sweeter.” I spoke.

“Better then?”

“What do you mean?”

“Does it taste better than the other ones?”

“I don’t know… I mean… I guess… I cannot really compare with the first one.”

“Finish it off and tell me.”

I took the glass and drank everything that was left. I must say it was easier this time.

Of course, it was weird as fuck, but I was not sucking a cock or anything homo like that, it was like drinking a protein shake and I definitely needed to get some more gains.

I had a friend in college who was drinking cum on a daily basis to help his performance in the gym, the asshole was fit as fuck, maybe I should have followed his lead back then instead of mocking him. If he could see me now…

I almost choked on the spunk when I realized what Robbie was doing behind me. He had taken another glass, a yellow one, and was jerking off his fat cock.

I swallowed the cum remaining in my mouth fast.

“Dude! What are you doing?”

“You’re lucky, I have still some left in me to finish the test.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“The good one you just swallowed, that was mine!” He said with the proudest smile. “I was sure my cum tasted so much better than yours. But now, I’d like to see if it still tastes the same when it’s fresh, straight from my balls. I’m sure it’s even more delicious!”

[More to cum]

 

[HappyMedium]

I read ahead last week and this chapter was just wild

 

[Americanspirit]

You write so well. So expressively, clear, well punctuated. One can listen and see and feel the characters. Extraordinary sense of rythm. It is really very good!!!
Thank you!
This week I found that drinking cold cum from glasses was too much; gross … !
Look fwd for next week!

I read ahead last week and this chapter was just wild

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FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO

Chapter 09: Fifty flavours of cum (part 2)

Typical of Robbie! I would say that I could not believe it but I definitely could at this point…

“Why the fuck would I?!” I snapped.

“Dude, I know that you’ve already tasted your own, already caught you with some on your lips, first night you were here. As for mine, well, you were not the last one to get some good facials from Robbie Junior; Don’t tell me you did not already taste some of it.”

I was about to explode but he was talking quickly to prevent me from cutting him off.

“Dude, I’m not saying this to mock or tease you. This is great actually! I don’t know any of my bros who would be willing to do that.”

“I would not.”

“Come on, you’re just embarrassed now but you don’t actually care. You said it yourself, cum is cum, and you already swallow your own. Besides, you owe me that! I’m still trying to get over the fact that you lied to me.”

“I did not lie to you…”

“You just did no tell me the truth? Right, just like to your father with your apartment.”

Touché…

I tried a different approach.

“Rob, I just don’t see why this is necessary.”

“Well, I think it is. If it tastes exactly the same or if it tastes very different, we will review our business plans accordingly. It just makes total sense to me. Also, you are my assistant which means I am your boss. You don’t mind cum that much. You have started to ship your own spunk as mine without my knowledge or consent. I get to make the call on how we proceed next. That’s all.”

I sighed.

“You’re trying me, mate.”

“Come on, I’m sure you’re curious and it’s not like it can really hurt you. It’s just proteins in the end, I’m sure it will be good for your body and working-out routine, there has been tons of studies about it. Just think of it like a dare, or simply, as a favour to me. To be honest, yeah, I’m curious too. All those talks with my clients. I just wonder how it tastes but I cannot do the tasting myself, I would literally puke.”

Why did I have the weird feeling that I would end up swallowing those shots no matter what?

“Robbie, seriously… Drinking this?”

He remained silent for a little while like he was looking for his next argument. When he spoke again, he knew exactly what to say.

“Ok, Connor. We have to recognize it, this assistant job, well, it did not go exactly as planned, and neither of us has been fully satisfied. You are always whining and you keep on making mistakes, and you probably think I have been asking too much of you.”

“I guess this is about right…”

“Let’s make this another deal then.”

“What?” I asked, anxious.

“You are helping me out. I am too. We just have to find the right formula so that the services we render for each other are balanced. Like, I give you some money, I let you live here rent-free, I don’t kill you for embarrassing me in front of my neighbours.” He chuckled. “In exchange, you’ve been recording me and helping out with the videos.”

“I jerked you off too!” I exclaimed.

Jesus, why did I think that would help my case to say that out loud? I just wanted to show that my contribution was quite important as well… It only made him smirk even more.

“Sure. And you do that so right, seriously! You must be jerking yourself off all the time, you clearly know your way around a big dick.”

“Whatever…”

“Anyway, let’s just level-up the services you render for me and I’ll level-up mines. From now on, I expect you to be more committed to your job, meaning that you should harvest your own cum for our little project as well as mine, you should taste samples tonight so we can plan for the future, and more generally you should stop whining every time I ask something of you.”

“That’s going too far, man…”

“Hear me out. In exchange, I am willing to let you stay here for as long as you need, give you 20% of my profits and cherry on the cake, I am ready to let you the keys of the apartment while your dad is in town. You can tell him that you own this place and that I’m the one crashing here. This way, you have a nice fancy flat to welcome your daddy in. I’m even willing to sleep in your small room while he’s here, most probably, I’ll just go crash at a girl’s place though.”

“You… You would actually do that?”

“Yes, I would! For my bro! That’s what we do, no? We help each other out! I mean, it’s your choice, we talked about it when we started, if you don’t like our arrangement, we can stop, but I think that the deal I’m offering is very, very fair.”

I thought about it.

Seeing those shot glasses on the kitchen counter was giving me a stomach ache, but Robbie was not wrong, I had already tasted mine a bunch of time. Clearly, I did not have the strong repulsive reactions as my roommate had towards sperm, but doing it like that, actually drinking cum, in front of him…

“Nobody would know what we do here? What I do for you?” I asked in a low voice.

“Of course not! You think I want people to know that?”

“And you would really let me act as if I’m owning the place while my dad’s around?”

“Sure.”

I took a deep breath and I said the word that was going to send me into another stage of my life, making the last month sounds like nothing compared to what was to come.

“Ok. I’m in.”

“Well, I’ve got the perfect drink to cheer on that!” Robbie said, holding a shot glass in his hand. “Wait, I really cannot get this too close to me.”

He put it back down and made a face. He truly hated cum.

“What do you want from me exactly?”

“Simple. You taste each of them and you give me your impressions. I will take notes. I have identified which ones are yours and which one is mine but I think it’s better if you don’t know which is which to avoid having any preconceived ideas.”

I got closer to the counter. It did smell like cum. The glasses were almost full, especially the blue one. Robbie and I were both big ejaculators.

“Dude…”

“Come on! Don’t back down now! You just accepted the deal, and remember, it involved no more whining!”

I was so over it, I grabbed the first glass, the red one, and emptied it straight into my mouth.

Robbie looked stunned. Fuck, I felt the cum pouring in, it was thick, sticky, it seemed like a lot of it was sliding down my throat!

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, it had nothing to do with the times where I would lick some of my own spunk, I felt the cum struggling to go through my oesophagus.

How funny would that be? That I would die there, drowning in my own sperm? Or maybe it was not even mine? I got chills at that thought.

“What the fuck, Connor?!”

When I opened back my eyes, Robbie was mad. I thought he would be happy! I had just swallowed a shot glass of spunk for him! What better proof of my commitment could I give?

“I did it, Rob! I fucking did it!”

“You did it so fucking wrong! Damn! Why did you have to be so eager?! Those are not truly alcohol shots! They are not made for your enjoyment, this is a serious experiment.”

“My enjoyment?”

As if I had enjoyed that!

“You treat this like it’s a game…”

“I’m not! I… I just wanted to swallow it, like you asked.”

“I asked you to taste it! At some point, you need to swallow it, but how can you describe me the flavours when you go so fast? How did it taste?”

“I don’t know!”

“See! My point exactly!”

Fuck my life. That was so frustrating.

“How is it supposed to taste? It’s cum!” I yelled.

“Was it more salty than sweet?”

“Salty… I guess…”

“Thank God it was one of your loads. Don’t you dare pull the same shit on my own semen. I’m not here to feed you. We’re here to work.”

In some ways, I understood what he meant but it was my first time, I just needed to find a way to take the leap. Could he not be a little more understanding?

“Ok, ok… I’ll do better.”

“Try this one.” He pushed the green glass towards me. “Put some in your mouth and really try to taste it.”

I looked at the white substance.

“I think I should drink some water before tasting that one, to brush the taste of the previous one off.”

“You might be right here.” Robbie filled a glass of tap water.

He was looking at me like a math teacher waiting for me to give him the right answer.

“Thanks.” I said for the glass.

“At least, now we know that you can drink cum without puking. That’s good.”

I nodded yes.

“I’ll take a sip and tell you how it tastes.”

“Play with it inside your mouth.” Noticing my weird face, he insisted. “Come on, what does it change, really?”

I put the glass to my lips, slowly this time, and took a good sip, more than a third of the glass. I had cum in my mouth. I had to let that information sink in to my brain. Or maybe, I should have avoided thinking about that.

At least, this time, Robbie looked satisfied. I ran the sperm through my teeth and my tongue.

“So, what does it taste?”

Could not he tell that I had a mouth full? I kept the cum a little while longer in my mouth so Robbie would not scold me. I would say it felt saltier than I first expected. It did not taste much really. Just a gooey substance with a hint of salt. Not good, but not disgusting either.

“You can swallow now, and tell me.”

He looked so excited.

“Fuck!” I said once I had swallowed.

“Delicious or what?” Robbie asked me, laughing his ass off.

“Don’t push it, Rob! I guess… I guess it was fine… I’d say it was definitely salty.”

“What-else? What does it compare to?”

“Nothing else that we normally eat. It’s not milk. It’s like… I don’t know, it’s quite neutral. Just the texture is weird.”

“Neutral? I suppose that’s fine.”

He was actually taking notes on his phone. Now, I wanted to laugh of how serious he was taking this test.

“Should I try the other one?”

“Just finish the green one and see if you can be a little more precise. Then, you’ll have to compare it with the blue one.”

“Am I… Am I drinking your jizz right now?”

What a weird question to ask your roommate.

“I won’t say until you’re done with both drinks. This might temper with the results.”

I did the same process again, got the green glass to my lips but this time I emptied it up fully in my mouth.

“Really taste it this time. Do gargles, that will help.” Robbie insisted.

There was so much cum this time, it was hard to move it around in my mouth. I tried to gargle but I swallowed a good portion of it by accident. I did end up making bubbles with the cum. Robbie was still naked before me and I could see he was getting at half-mast again. What the hell?

“You need to really got tons of it all over your palate. Damn, I feel like a real chef and you’re my taster boy.”

I gargled some more and finally swallowed it all. I started to think about all the cum I was ingesting and filling my stomach with. It was only proteins, right?

“Tastes the same, dude. A bit salty.” I commented.

“It seems easier for you this time.”

“I guess I’m getting used to it.”

“Yeah, you’ll love it in no time!”

We spent a couple more minutes dissecting my feelings, trying to describe the flavours with the best accuracy and then, it was time for the third drink, the blue glass. Robbie was nice enough to bring me a glass of water spontaneously to cleanse my palate.

The blue glass was filled to the extremities, the cum looked even thicker.

“You should smell it before ingesting. It’s what all wine tasters do.”

I rolled my eyes but got my nose less than two inches away from the glass. Doing so, I was almost bending over. I felt very aware of my bare ass.

When I reached to hold the glass with my hand, Robbie who had snuck up behind me grabbed my wrist.

“You’re going to spill it all over the counter if you hold it. Just sip it straight from the glass.”

“What?”

“You know, like a dog.”

He grabbed and pushed my head further down and without fully comprehending what was happening, I was drinking from the glass without using my hands, sipping sticky and gooey cum into my mouth.

I could not really compare the first and the second glass as I had swallowed the first load of cum without tasting it, but this time, I could really tell there was some differences between the second and the third.

Not so much, but this one tasted definitely sweeter.

Robbie let go of his grip and watched me gargle on this new load. He was ready to take some more notes.

“That one is a bit thicker and… I guess… Sweeter.” I finally said.

“Sweeter? Damn, you almost make me want to try it! Almost!”

I took another sip without still finishing up the glass, there were so much in it. I remembered that I had jizzed a lot in the toilets at the gym that day, so maybe it was my own load that I was consuming.

“Definitely sweeter.” I spoke.

“Better then?”

“What do you mean?”

“Does it taste better than the other ones?”

“I don’t know… I mean… I guess… I cannot really compare with the first one.”

“Finish it off and tell me.”

I took the glass and drank everything that was left. I must say it was easier this time.

Of course, it was weird as fuck, but I was not sucking a cock or anything homo like that, it was like drinking a protein shake and I definitely needed to get some more gains.

I had a friend in college who was drinking cum on a daily basis to help his performance in the gym, the asshole was fit as fuck, maybe I should have followed his lead back then instead of mocking him. If he could see me now…

I almost choked on the spunk when I realized what Robbie was doing behind me. He had taken another glass, a yellow one, and was jerking off his fat cock.

I swallowed the cum remaining in my mouth fast.

“Dude! What are you doing?”

“You’re lucky, I have still some left in me to finish the test.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“The good one you just swallowed, that was mine!” He said with the proudest smile. “I was sure my cum tasted so much better than yours. But now, I’d like to see if it still tastes the same when it’s fresh, straight from my balls. I’m sure it’s even more delicious!”

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[hisiff maji]

Are updates still on Thursday? I look forward to this each week

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Chapter 10 will be posted here in a couple of hours.
Chapter 23 has been posted on thursday on Patreon.

Cheers.

 

[Bigunky]

same I always look forward to these stories, was getting anxious cause it seemed a little late but no complaints cause we’re getting it free of charge and I appreciate the writing

 

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FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO

Chapter 10: Harvesting the seeds (Part 1)

Robbie was stroking his horse cock with his right hand, while holding the shot-glass in his left. He was expecting me to drink more of his cum… Fresh from his balls this time!

“Are you insane?” I asked him.

I was on edge. Everything had gone so fast. A new deal. Three shot glasses full of jizz. I needed just a moment to think.

“What difference does it make at this point, really? Connor, you just swallowed so much of my spunk already.”

No need to remind me, I thought.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same thing…”

“Of course, it is! You swallowed my juice from forty minutes ago like you were a hungry baby drinking milk from his mom’s breast. Well, you’ll be drinking-up my juice again, except that I’m producing it right now.”

I looked at his throbbing cock – that thing really was massive. Some precum was forming on the head while he was jacking off.

“Besides, you loved it!” He insisted. “You said it yourself, my cum tastes sweet, just like a nice treat.”

I was not sure of what I had said exactly but I was pretty certain that I had never used those words. But fuck, no matter what I would say, Robbie was stroking his heavy bone furiously a few inches from the glass. He was really going for it.

“How come you’re so hard anyway?”

I chose a sort of neutral way to ask that question.

I could not tell him that being this horny next to me looked “homo” because I knew this would backfire on me considering my own behaviour for the previous weeks. Still, he was clearly turned-on and there was no pussy around! That was sus, right?

“I can get hard pretty much when I decide so. An alpha male thing. You would not understand.” He replied casually.

“Fuck you, Rob. I can get hard whenever I want to!”

“That’s why you choose to get hard when you stroke my big dick?” He chuckled.

“I… No… This has nothing to…”

“My mistake. I should have specified: I can get hard, or NOT get hard, pretty much whenever I decide so. I am in control of my own cock, not the other way around. Besides, I gotta admit my friend, your little ass bending over the counter, while you’ve been slurping on my cum… If you were a hot girl, that would definitely put me in the mood. Quite easy to get this thing rising.”

I blushed. He was still jerking off relentlessly.

“You’re freaking gross, Robbie.”

“Turn around, I cannot see your dick if I want to cum.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really! Your little willie is disgusting, show me your ass instead.”

I could not say why, maybe I was just tired of fighting and pushing back at this point, I did turn around. Robbie was moaning behind me. It was the first time he was jacking off in my presence without checking out a porn. Well, he was checking my ass, that must have been helpful…

“You think you could bend over, just a little more?”

“Dude! Don’t push it.”

“So I don’t see how broad and masculine your back is. That’s all. You know, so I can focus on your ass only and imagine it is a girl’s bum.”

“Fuck no.” I spoke.

Though, I did arch myself just a little bit.

“I’ll just use my imagination, then.”

“You really want to waste that load too?” I enquired, now facing the wall in front of me.

“Hmmm… How can you… Hmmm… Call it a waste, Rob… ? You’re going to swallow it… That’s the opposite of a waste.”

“I meant, not shipping it to the clients is a waste…”

“We’ll have plenty of time this week-end to harvest as much jizz as possible, right now, we are finishing the experiment… Hmmm… Shut up, I’m gonna nut…”

His grunting and fapping sounded more bestial than ever. I could not see him, but he was definitely close.

“Fuck, yeah… Fuck… I’m cumming.”

There were a few seconds where I did not hear anything at all, and suddenly, I felt something dripping on my ass.

“WOW!” I jumped.

“Wow indeed! Damn… Looked like I still had a lot in me, even for a second serving.”

I could not help but to take a look. Jesus Christ, he was cumming like crazy, AGAIN. After a few more volleys of his white loads, he was finally done.

“I’ve got most of it in the glass but sorry bro, some landed on your peachy ass.”

“Robbie! What the fuck? Could you not be more careful?”

“I said sorry, bro. Honest mistake. Now, drink that.” He handed me the glass, his dick still hard and dripping.

“Dude, it just came out, straight from your dick.”

I stated the obvious, while accepting to take the filled shot glass in my hand.

“Yeah, well, that was the point, tasting the flavour right after production, to compare it to the loads you tasted earlier. Now, drink-up!”

Damn, I was really going to drink some fresh warm cum? Right from my roommate’s balls. My stomach ached.

“Hurry, or I’ll have to jizz again! This test only works if you swallow right after I have nutted. That was the whole purpose!”

I brought the glass up to my lips and took my first sip. Drinking fresh cum was very different from swallowing some which was coming from the fridge.

This time, it was warm, thicker, but at some places, spongier.

“Taste that good protein, man. Think about your gains at the gym while you ingest my spunk, but stay focus to take good notes of the flavours.”

Focus? Easier said than done when I was drinking my mate’s cum. Damn, why did it have to be so warm… and… kind of good?!

The act of swallowing jizz was disgusting, the sticky texture was weird, but the taste in itself, it was not much different from a normal protein shake, and one of the good ones.

I gargled as I had been taught and swallowed what I had in my mouth, I still had half of the glass to drink.

“So??”

Robbie was always very excited to know about my experience. He had gotten his phone out again to take notes. I found it so silly but went along with it.

“There’s not much difference with what I drank before, bro. I’d say it’s warm instead of cold.”

“Still tasting sweet?”

“Yeah…”

“And what feels nicer in the mouth? Warm or cold juice?”

“Warm… I guess.”

He had a huge smile on his face.

“Duly noted.”

“Should I finish up the glass?”

“I believe that we have everything we need for the test but like, it’s still worth finishing it up, don’t you think? Or we would throw it away…”

“Your call.”

I tried to remain casual but for some reason, a part of me did want to empty the glass this time. We could not leave some unfinished business.

“Drink up, boy.”

It was all the encouragement I needed to bring the glass at my lips again and to swallow it all, to the very last drop.

I chuckled nervously when I was done.

“I guess I can go to bed now?”

What kind of Beta male had I turned into to ask my roommate if I was authorized to go sleeping…

“You can, man. With four full loads of spunk in your stomach, I bet you’re gonna sleep like a baby.”

I looked at the four empty glasses, ashamed.

“I did that for you, Rob…”

“I’m teasing, bro. I’m glad we could agree on a new deal. We’ll just have to work hard until your dad gets here and then, we will take a break.”

“Sounds fair.”

I walked up to my room a little confused. What had I just done?

Robbie was not lying when he mentioned working hard though. For the following days, the apartment became a real “cum factory”: three wanks per day, each, (and this was a minimum) to harvest some crazy amount of cum and ship as much packages as possible before my dad would arrive the next Wednesday.

I could not complain, it was me who had imposed this crazy rhythm with the upcoming arrival of my father.

To put it simply: we were either jerking off, or recovering and resting to be ready to jerk off again. I was truly wondering how we managed to produce such thick and big loads of cum at every ejaculation.

I guessed that our strict diet and working-out routine were helping a lot, even after three orgasms, we were both delivering what looked like nutritious and consistent loads.

Robbie had decided to go all for it, “a few days to make thousands and thousands of dollars”.

He insisted that we would film each of his own jerking-off sessions to sell the footage to his clients in addition to the actual cum. Because the hand jobs had been such a hit, he also required that I would stroke him off myself.

It became sort of a routine. I would unfold the magnum extra-large and extra-thin condom on Robbie’s cock, I would jerk him off, he would talk super dirty to me and to the camera, and he would fill each condom with his spunk… While I was systematically getting hard myself.

Afterwards, I would go in my room to finish myself off and harvest my own cum. After a while, the feeling of shame faded away and it became mostly mechanical.

The only difference between each session is that the porn running behind me seemed more and more accessory.

Robbie proved to me that he could truly get hard whenever he wanted, (“that’s what happens when you control your own dick, bro”), and he did say multiple times that I was giving him the best hand jobs he ever had. “No homo though”.

It felt nice being praised for my work for once. Besides, it became more of a challenge than anything else to keep on stroking both of our cocks and I have always loved competition. I was jerking off so much (either his dick or mine) that it became a real work-out exercise to be able to keep-up with the pace, without hurting my wrist or my biceps.

One down side which annoyed me was that, because we were doing it so much that week-end, by Sunday night, Robbie would constantly call me “bitch” by mistake.

It was ok for the videos; we were role-playing and the guy stroking Robbie’s dick had to appear as submissive, but he was starting to call me names at every change he got.

“Pass me the salad, bitch.” He told me at dinner.

“Dude, I’m not your bitch!”

“Sorry, bro. I know. Bad habits from the videos. But to be fair, it helps me coping with the fact that you have your dirty hands all over my shaft constantly if I can think of you as my bitch. Otherwise, it’s too weird.”

“Well, I’m not!”

Robbie sighed.

“Of course! I know that! You really are slow sometimes. I was saying that he helped me thinking of you as one, just a technique I have to maintain my erections. I am not surprised that you would not get it but imagination is the main tool when it comes to be in control of our body.”

I shrugged my shoulders and decided to move on to another subject.

“We must have something like twelve condoms full of cum now. You think we’ll need anymore?”

“I don’t know. Once your dad will be here, we’ll miss three days of work. I assume you won’t be opened to do anything while he’s here?”

“No! Dude! Of course, not!”

“That’s what I figured, relax. But it means we should really store some juice and make some videos in advance.”

“But we should ship everything before Wednesday, then. I cannot have my dad here with freezer bags full of used condoms.”

“Ahah, that would be funny if he came upon them. No pun intended.”

“No, that would not be.” I said very seriously.

Actually, that would be my worst nightmare coming to life.

[Chapter 10 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO

Chapter 10: Harvesting the seeds (Part 2)

“Chill. We will hide the ones we had not sent very carefully. We’ll shoot tons of videos tomorrow as well as Tuesday and we’ll be all set to take a well-deserved break when your dad arrives on Wednesday.”

“Will you stay here? In my room when he’s here?”

“I’m not sure yet. After that much jacking off I might be a little drained to take care of girls. I’ll see. But I’ll keep my word, as far as your father is concerned, you own that place and I’m only crashing there.”

That was a relief we were still on the same page on that. I had been a bit nervous he would change his mind.

“Thanks, man.”

“We’re in this together.” He grabbed his balls, he was wearing some old boxer shorts, which was an improvement. He was usually naked most of the time now. “I think I still have one left in me.”

“Again? You came like what… Four times already today?”

“What can I say? I’m a horny motherfucker.” He winked at me.

He clearly was.

“Ok, I’ll get the condoms.” I said, searching for the box in one of the cupboards.

“Shit. I threw the box away earlier.”

“Really? There were still some left in it.”

“Nah. The box was empty, mate. I mean, we have been filling those condoms like crazy for the past 48 hours.”

It was almost 11 pm; As soon as he told me that he had thrown the box away, I could already see myself being forced to go purchase some condoms at the pharmacy. But this time, Robbie was feeling like being nice.

“Look Connor, I’ll go get some condoms myself. I know you always have to deal with the most boring stuff in our arrangement, so I’ll do that for once.”

“Thanks, mate.”

I was genuinely caught off guards. Maybe that week-end of masturbating non-stop had improved our relationship.

He threw on a pair of grey sweatpants, a tank top and a coat and left the apartment. I finished my chicken thinking of the amount of jizz sitting next to my nightstand in those freaking freezer bags.

When Robbie came back about twenty minutes later, I was laying on the couch, watching a Netflix show. It was nice to reverse the roles for once, me relaxing and Robbie running around, although, it would not last for long.

“Hell, how can you not find good condoms in New-York city?” Robbie said, pissed. “City that never sleeps, my ass! City that never has sex would be more to the point!”

“You did not find any?”

“I did, eventually, but I had to go to three pharmacies and still, could not find any extra-large ones.”

“Oh… I know the trouble…”

“Don’t compare your little sausage with mine, please.” He responded harshly.

He looked serious. That was not any sort of fair though, at the very most, Robbie was an inch thicker and longer than I was. We were both packing huge guns.

But once again, I let it slide.

“What did you take?”

“In the end, I purchased the first ones I could find.”

He threw me a blue box. It said medium sizes.

“Not even large! Dude, that’s not going to fit at all on your dick… or mine!”

“We’ll have to make do; Those things extend right?”

“Yeah, but you took extra thin ones again.”

“Look, dude, I’m not going outside again.” He was already peeling off his clothes all around the living room. “A good thing came from my trip though, I did run into Linda and she had the most outrageous cleavage, she gave me a nice strong boner.”

He slid down his boxer shorts to reveal his dick, already at half-mast. The dude was insatiable.

“Should we do it anyway?” I asked.

“Of course, we still can collect the cum in this rubber. I’m kinda tired though, let’s go to my room for once, I’ll lie down in my bed and we’ll put the camera on a tripod.”

I did not have time to answer him that he was already walking to his bedroom, naked.

He lied down on his bed and started to fondle with his dick. It was my fourth (or maybe fifth?!) time jerking him off that day and probably my eighth or ninth time in the past 48 hours, it was no longer fazing me.

“Where should I go?”

“Just kneel next to the bed. I’m launching the camera.”

I nodded yes and went to kneel next to him, getting a condom out. I was curious on how it was going to fit. Although Robbie’s hands were free, I still went to put the condom on his cock myself, question of habit I guess, he was not fully hard but I could barely put the tip of the condom over his large cockhead.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit, Rob.”

“Just try harder, bitch!”

I almost snapped back but the camera was rolling. He would always degrade me when we were working on the videos.

“And you call me, Sir.”

He slapped me.

Wow. He was really going far this time. I looked at the camera anxiously. My face was fully in the frame. I had seen some of the edited videos, my face was mostly blurred as Robbie had promised but I was not sure that my roommate was very careful with it.

“Sorry… Sir…” I spoke slowly.

Saying a few words during our sessions was also something fairly new to me. I was not responding to everything he was saying, or spontaneously speaking, but sometimes, I would say a few words like: “Yes…” “Daddy…” or “Sir…”.

I was doing my best to put the condom on, grabbing his bare cock but it was almost impossible. I mean, the top of his dick was covered maybe on one inch but that was it. It looked ridiculous.

I paused the camera.

“Dude, what are you doing?” He complained.

“Robbie, it’s barely covering anything!”

“Looks good enough, no? When I cum, it will still fill the condom and we can still ship it. It might spill a little bit.”

“Yeah… But I thought I was not touching your cock… Mate… It’s not covered at all…”

“The cockhead is covered, that’s the main part right. The rest is just skin. Come on, unpause the camera, I don’t have all night. You’re already all over my dick anyway! It’s not like it will be your first time touching it.”

I gulped but obliged.

There was a difference between incidentally touching his hard cock to put the condom on and now, stroking his bare dick for long minutes, but again, I was so used to his cock by this point.

I sighed, we hit “play” again and I went on with stroking his cock, bare.

This session was particularly intense, the roughest one we had had shot so far. Robbie seemed very into it. By the third time I had wanked him that day, he almost looked bored, but this time, he was like possessed.

“Yes, bitch, come on, how does it feel to touch such a superior cock? Can you feel it throbbing between your fingers?”

I definitely could…

“Stroke it good, daddy is going to produce so much spunk for you to eat, fill you up with some alpha male energy for once.”

I stroked him harder. He was precumming a lot, the poorly wrapped condom was on the verge of being dislodged. Some of the precum was sliding beneath it, reaching my fingers. I wondered if that tasted like his actual cum.

“Rub my balls too.” Robbie spread his legs; In this position, I could see his hairy musky asshole. Gross. “Come on, cunt. I said rub!”

He grabbed my tired wrist and put my left hand on his balls. I did as I was told.

“You liked that, eh?”

I nodded yes.

“I want to hear it!”

He slapped me again.

“I love it, daddy.” I heard me say.

“FUCK YEAH! That’s what I like to hear.”

He spat on his cock, messing up my fingers with his saliva. It was not the first time I had to deal with his spit, I kept on with my task.

“Spit on it too, make it real slimy.”

I looked at him. He gave me a stare that says: “you better do it” and I did. I spat on his humongous shaft.

“Mmmm… That’s how I love my little bitches… Obedient and submissive… Willing to do everything to please their daddy.”

“Yes, daddy.”

He was so turned on, so dirty. Once again, that got me horny as well. Robbie was such a freaking boss.

But for once, I was not naked. Neither of us had thought about the fact that I usually took my pants off before each session. This one had been decided so quickly.

“How bad do you want to suck on that monster cock, cunt?”

I swallowed my saliva but did not answer this time.

Robbie thrusted his hips until his cock almost slapped my face. The condom was barely covering anything at this point.

“Imagine feeling it invading your mouth, your small lips sealed around my shaft, your head bobbing up and down. Tell me how bad you want this, whore?”

My heart was racing fast.

“I want is so bad, daddy.” I whispered.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, you filthy whore.”

I spat on his dick again and stroked it furiously. I was still holding and massaging his balls with my left hand at the same time.

The motions were too intense. The rubber literally flew in the air. A split second later, my slimy hand was rubbing Robbie’s cockhead, and another second later, volleys of warm cum were splashing everywhere: on my hands, my forearms, Robbie’s chest and my own face.

Once again, I had been sprayed.

“FUCK YEAH! FILTHY CUNT! Take those loads!”

I was stunned. I thought we were harvesting?! I was not expecting a facial.

“Pffiou, that was a good one!” Robbie said proudly looking at the mess. “A real good one.”

“Dude… You…” I felt some cum dripping over my lips.

“Looks like this one will be a happy meal for you.”

“Rob…”

I was at a loss for words. Certainly not the first time since I had moved in with Robbie. If I opened my mouth there, I would swallow his jizz.

“What do you want to do with the rest of it?” He squeezed his cock, getting a final drop of jizz out of his piss slit. He rubbed his abs covered in spunk. “Wanna eat it? We can compare taste from last time.”

I nodded no. It was too much. He seemed disappointed.

As a compromise, I licked my lips and said:

“I can taste what is running on my face already.” I gave another lick. “It does taste like last time.”

He chuckled.

“Well, that’s interesting. Too bad you don’t want your face to appear on the videos, my spunk smearing your face like that, you’ll become a real star on certain websites.”

“No… I… I don’t…”

“Shhhh… Don’t worry. You know I always respect your boundaries.” He took a long look at me. “Now, get the hell out of my room to get your cock out and stroke it, you’re clearly hard again.”

I nodded yes. I was. He was using a tissue to clean up his chest when I left. He really hated cum. What a waste, I thought.

Fuck.

What was I turning into?

[MORE TO CUM]

 

[nhguy78]

Wow, Connor is quite the .... naive person, isn't he?

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Wow, Connor is quite the .... naive person, isn't he?

He is, but at the same time, deep down, he does enjoy it, so he is always torn between pushing back and leaning in. Consequently, as soon as Robbie gives him a reason not to push back, he let himself go.

 

[Syrusgold]

Robbie can deny all he wants but he enjoys the arrangement. He’s gay too. He and Connor are a twisted couple. I wish he wasn’t such an asshole all the time.

 

[outsider798]

Can’t wait for more

 

[nhguy78]

Robbie can deny all he wants but he enjoys the arrangement. He’s gay too. He and Connor are a twisted couple. I wish he wasn’t such an asshole all the time.

Like dudes, you're both gay. Admit it and then stop gaslighting Connor and Connor, stop being such a homophobe. We know you fear your bigoted asshole dad. Fuck your father. Maybe figuratively. Maybe not. Give him the shaft.

Oh, wouldn't it be glorious for Patrick and Connor to team up to confront dad? Like, him their bitch.

I betcha dad is buying cum and Connor will end up his bitch, too. Wish it was the other way around.

 

[hisiff maji]

FROM HOMOPHOBE TO HOMO

Chapter 10: Harvesting the seeds (Part 2)

“Chill. We will hide the ones we had not sent very carefully. We’ll shoot tons of videos tomorrow as well as Tuesday and we’ll be all set to take a well-deserved break when your dad arrives on Wednesday.”

“Will you stay here? In my room when he’s here?”

“I’m not sure yet. After that much jacking off I might be a little drained to take care of girls. I’ll see. But I’ll keep my word, as far as your father is concerned, you own that place and I’m only crashing there.”

That was a relief we were still on the same page on that. I had been a bit nervous he would change his mind.

“Thanks, man.”

“We’re in this together.” He grabbed his balls, he was wearing some old boxer shorts, which was an improvement. He was usually naked most of the time now. “I think I still have one left in me.”

“Again? You came like what… Four times already today?”

“What can I say? I’m a horny motherfucker.” He winked at me.

He clearly was.

“Ok, I’ll get the condoms.” I said, searching for the box in one of the cupboards.

“Shit. I threw the box away earlier.”

“Really? There were still some left in it.”

“Nah. The box was empty, mate. I mean, we have been filling those condoms like crazy for the past 48 hours.”

It was almost 11 pm; As soon as he told me that he had thrown the box away, I could already see myself being forced to go purchase some condoms at the pharmacy. But this time, Robbie was feeling like being nice.

“Look Connor, I’ll go get some condoms myself. I know you always have to deal with the most boring stuff in our arrangement, so I’ll do that for once.”

“Thanks, mate.”

I was genuinely caught off guards. Maybe that week-end of masturbating non-stop had improved our relationship.

He threw on a pair of grey sweatpants, a tank top and a coat and left the apartment. I finished my chicken thinking of the amount of jizz sitting next to my nightstand in those freaking freezer bags.

When Robbie came back about twenty minutes later, I was laying on the couch, watching a Netflix show. It was nice to reverse the roles for once, me relaxing and Robbie running around, although, it would not last for long.

“Hell, how can you not find good condoms in New-York city?” Robbie said, pissed. “City that never sleeps, my ass! City that never has sex would be more to the point!”

“You did not find any?”

“I did, eventually, but I had to go to three pharmacies and still, could not find any extra-large ones.”

“Oh… I know the trouble…”

“Don’t compare your little sausage with mine, please.” He responded harshly.

He looked serious. That was not any sort of fair though, at the very most, Robbie was an inch thicker and longer than I was. We were both packing huge guns.

But once again, I let it slide.

“What did you take?”

“In the end, I purchased the first ones I could find.”

He threw me a blue box. It said medium sizes.

“Not even large! Dude, that’s not going to fit at all on your dick… or mine!”

“We’ll have to make do; Those things extend right?”

“Yeah, but you took extra thin ones again.”

“Look, dude, I’m not going outside again.” He was already peeling off his clothes all around the living room. “A good thing came from my trip though, I did run into Linda and she had the most outrageous cleavage, she gave me a nice strong boner.”

He slid down his boxer shorts to reveal his dick, already at half-mast. The dude was insatiable.

“Should we do it anyway?” I asked.

“Of course, we still can collect the cum in this rubber. I’m kinda tired though, let’s go to my room for once, I’ll lie down in my bed and we’ll put the camera on a tripod.”

I did not have time to answer him that he was already walking to his bedroom, naked.

He lied down on his bed and started to fondle with his dick. It was my fourth (or maybe fifth?!) time jerking him off that day and probably my eighth or ninth time in the past 48 hours, it was no longer fazing me.

“Where should I go?”

“Just kneel next to the bed. I’m launching the camera.”

I nodded yes and went to kneel next to him, getting a condom out. I was curious on how it was going to fit. Although Robbie’s hands were free, I still went to put the condom on his cock myself, question of habit I guess, he was not fully hard but I could barely put the tip of the condom over his large cockhead.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit, Rob.”

“Just try harder, bitch!”

I almost snapped back but the camera was rolling. He would always degrade me when we were working on the videos.

“And you call me, Sir.”

He slapped me.

Wow. He was really going far this time. I looked at the camera anxiously. My face was fully in the frame. I had seen some of the edited videos, my face was mostly blurred as Robbie had promised but I was not sure that my roommate was very careful with it.

“Sorry… Sir…” I spoke slowly.

Saying a few words during our sessions was also something fairly new to me. I was not responding to everything he was saying, or spontaneously speaking, but sometimes, I would say a few words like: “Yes…” “Daddy…” or “Sir…”.

I was doing my best to put the condom on, grabbing his bare cock but it was almost impossible. I mean, the top of his dick was covered maybe on one inch but that was it. It looked ridiculous.

I paused the camera.

“Dude, what are you doing?” He complained.

“Robbie, it’s barely covering anything!”

“Looks good enough, no? When I cum, it will still fill the condom and we can still ship it. It might spill a little bit.”

“Yeah… But I thought I was not touching your cock… Mate… It’s not covered at all…”

“The cockhead is covered, that’s the main part right. The rest is just skin. Come on, unpause the camera, I don’t have all night. You’re already all over my dick anyway! It’s not like it will be your first time touching it.”

I gulped but obliged.

There was a difference between incidentally touching his hard cock to put the condom on and now, stroking his bare dick for long minutes, but again, I was so used to his cock by this point.

I sighed, we hit “play” again and I went on with stroking his cock, bare.

This session was particularly intense, the roughest one we had had shot so far. Robbie seemed very into it. By the third time I had wanked him that day, he almost looked bored, but this time, he was like possessed.

“Yes, bitch, come on, how does it feel to touch such a superior cock? Can you feel it throbbing between your fingers?”

I definitely could…

“Stroke it good, daddy is going to produce so much spunk for you to eat, fill you up with some alpha male energy for once.”

I stroked him harder. He was precumming a lot, the poorly wrapped condom was on the verge of being dislodged. Some of the precum was sliding beneath it, reaching my fingers. I wondered if that tasted like his actual cum.

“Rub my balls too.” Robbie spread his legs; In this position, I could see his hairy musky asshole. Gross. “Come on, cunt. I said rub!”

He grabbed my tired wrist and put my left hand on his balls. I did as I was told.

“You liked that, eh?”

I nodded yes.

“I want to hear it!”

He slapped me again.

“I love it, daddy.” I heard me say.

“FUCK YEAH! That’s what I like to hear.”

He spat on his cock, messing up my fingers with his saliva. It was not the first time I had to deal with his spit, I kept on with my task.

“Spit on it too, make it real slimy.”

I looked at him. He gave me a stare that says: “you better do it” and I did. I spat on his humongous shaft.

“Mmmm… That’s how I love my little bitches… Obedient and submissive… Willing to do everything to please their daddy.”

“Yes, daddy.”

He was so turned on, so dirty. Once again, that got me horny as well. Robbie was such a freaking boss.

But for once, I was not naked. Neither of us had thought about the fact that I usually took my pants off before each session. This one had been decided so quickly.

“How bad do you want to suck on that monster cock, cunt?”

I swallowed my saliva but did not answer this time.

Robbie thrusted his hips until his cock almost slapped my face. The condom was barely covering anything at this point.

“Imagine feeling it invading your mouth, your small lips sealed around my shaft, your head bobbing up and down. Tell me how bad you want this, whore?”

My heart was racing fast.

“I want is so bad, daddy.” I whispered.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, you filthy whore.”

I spat on his dick again and stroked it furiously. I was still holding and massaging his balls with my left hand at the same time.

The motions were too intense. The rubber literally flew in the air. A split second later, my slimy hand was rubbing Robbie’s cockhead, and another second later, volleys of warm cum were splashing everywhere: on my hands, my forearms, Robbie’s chest and my own face.

Once again, I had been sprayed.

“FUCK YEAH! FILTHY CUNT! Take those loads!”

I was stunned. I thought we were harvesting?! I was not expecting a facial.

“Pffiou, that was a good one!” Robbie said proudly looking at the mess. “A real good one.”

“Dude… You…” I felt some cum dripping over my lips.

“Looks like this one will be a happy meal for you.”

“Rob…”

I was at a loss for words. Certainly not the first time since I had moved in with Robbie. If I opened my mouth there, I would swallow his jizz.

“What do you want to do with the rest of it?” He squeezed his cock, getting a final drop of jizz out of his piss slit. He rubbed his abs covered in spunk. “Wanna eat it? We can compare taste from last time.”

I nodded no. It was too much. He seemed disappointed.

As a compromise, I licked my lips and said:

“I can taste what is running on my face already.” I gave another lick. “It does taste like last time.”

He chuckled.

“Well, that’s interesting. Too bad you don’t want your face to appear on the videos, my spunk smearing your face like that, you’ll become a real star on certain websites.”

“No… I… I don’t…”

“Shhhh… Don’t worry. You know I always respect your boundaries.” He took a long look at me. “Now, get the hell out of my room to get your cock out and stroke it, you’re clearly hard again.”

I nodded yes. I was. He was using a tissue to clean up his chest when I left. He really hated cum. What a waste, I thought.

Fuck.

What was I turning into?

[MORE TO CUM]

As hot as Robbie is, I’m hoping Connor has his body explored too, even if only by his poodle owning neighbor