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The Homophobe Comes Out by Novus Homo
Standard Disclaimer: This note is for government types who have probably never had sex in their lives. This is a work of erotic gay fiction. Any resemblance to any real person, place, thing or event is entirely coincidental. Persons who are offended by gays, gay sex or erotica should leave NOW. Homophobic neo-Nazis should wonder why they are reading this, leave NOW, and then jump off a bridge and embrace an octopus. If you're looking for light Anas Nin-type erotica you should also leave, because if you read this you're probably going to have a heart attack. Don't say I didn't warn you. Persons who are under 18 or whatever legal age is in your jurisdiction should also leave. (Personal thought: I couldn't care less how old you are. If you're under 18 and exploring your sexuality, THERE IS NO BETTER TIME. GO FOR IT. The law, however, requires me to put this ponderous piece of verbiage in.) This work is (C) 1997 by Novus Homo (a pseudonym). Comments, suggestions, and honest criticisms should be sent to ganymede@hotmail.com . Flames will be either ignored or met with a tart and wounding reply.
The Homophobe Comes Out by Novus Homo
My parents had gone out for the night, and I was getting ready for a quiet evening at home. After doing my homework, I was downloading some erotica off the Internet when Josh called on the other line.
Josh was a guy I knew from school, a friend I suppose, but I had always found his speech offputting as it always contained a string of homophobia. Hardly a sentence went by without his referring to "faggot-ass" this or "queer" that. This was especially disturbing because I was a closet gay myself.
I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" "Hey, Steve. Josh here. Listen, can I come over? I need some help with these faggy cal problems. They're burning a fuckin' hole in my brain." "Sure, Josh. You want to come over now?" "Great. See you round."
He came over ten minutes later. We took a look at the problems, and went through them.
"...so with the ln, you can put the exponent in front of the term..." "Look, Steve, can you hold on a second? I have to go take a piss." "Sure. First door on the left upstairs."
He climbed the stairs. I took a moment to collect my thoughts. His homophobia was unbelievably painful, because I was lusting after him. His body was tightly muscled, his blond hair framed an irresistible face and ice-blue eyes, and his jeans betrayed a sizeable basket.
Unbeknownst to me, he had by this time left the washroom and entered my room.
I heard him coming down the stairs. I turned around and my blood ran cold. He was holding one of my gay porn magazines! The biggest gay-baiter in the whole high school knew I was a fag. My life was about over now.
"What..." I stuttered. "How did you..." "Steve," he asked calmly, "are you gay?"
I accepted defeat bitterly. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm gay."
At that point, Josh said something that I never would have suspected, coming from him: "It's cool, so am I."
"YOU?!" "Yeah. I'm gay. You think I would tell someone who wasn't?" "But I mean, you're always saying shit about gays all the time..." "It's all an act. I'm sick of it, but I have to keep going now or people will start to suspect." "Do you want to keep working on cal?" "The hell with cal. I want to work on you."
He grabbed me and kissed me. It must have lasted thirty seconds. Our tongues battled and then I came up for air.
"Josh... My folks will be home at ten." "Great. It's nine now. We have an hour."
We ran up to my bedroom and fell on the bed, beside each other, and continued to kiss for several minutes. He reached down to my crotch and started to feel me up through my clothes. I responded as my hardon blossomed to its full 7". I ran my hands along his back down to his ass. His jeans started to press against mine likewise as we grappled. Our hands, as if they had minds of their own, started to unbutton each other's shirts. The shirts finally fell away and we pressed our chests together. We were both smooth and muscular. God, just rubbing against this guy was getting me close. I moved down his body while rubbing his nipples and unbuttoned his pants, pulled them off, and got rid of his boxers. He was naked now, even more beautiful than ever, like a Norse god. I went down on his cock like a starving man. He started to expectorate quietly. "Oh fuck," he moaned. I worked my lips and tongue over his shaft and nibbled slightly, not enough to hurt, just to stimulate. I also salivated like a water fountain. His cock was throbbing and he started to unconsciously fuck my face. "Mary mother of mercy," he howled, "I'M COMING..." His explosive ejaculation washed down my throat instantly and my mouth was filled with the remainder of his come. I tasted it. It tasted sweet, unlike my own musky-tasting semen.
It was all he could do to repay the favour. He twisted around and took down my pants and boxers faster than I could have, and leapt for my hard cock. Already hot, I took only a few minutes of stimulation from his extremely talented lips and mouth before I came as torrentially as he had, but he pulled my cock out a half second before and I shot all over his face and chest. In my orgasmic frenzy, I grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off violently,
and he came not a minute later, even after he had already shot once. Christ, he was horny. I caught most of it, but some leaked on my face. I licked it off. We lay there in silence for a while.
He was the first to speak. "Fuck, what a ride. I'm covered in cum. Want to hit the showers?" "Sounds good to me."
We went into the bathroom and got the shower going. We took turns soaping each other up and rubbing our wet bodies together, then we got out and dried each other off. Then, as I was expecting my parents any minute, we got dressed again and he went to leave. I handed him his cal papers.
"You have got to come back here sometime when my folks are gone for the week- end," I said.
"You got it, faggot," he smiled. We both burst out laughing.