The Bigot

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There was no logical explanation for my sheer obsession with Luke. On the outside, I couldn't think of a bigger or more obnoxious asshole that I had ever met. He was the epitome of everything wrong in the world. An arrogant, braindead, hate-filled moron, and yet, even hearing his name made me shiver with excitement.

Luke was twenty one, and naturally, had never spent a day in college. Truthfully, I'm not even sure he made it through high school, but who am I to judge? He worked part time at some repair shop with one of his dimwit buddies, but they spent most of their day riding around in his old man's red truck, slurring abuse at anybody who didn't look or sound like them.

All in all, I should have hated him, and I did, for the most part. Though, something about the young man made me melt. He was incredibly handsome, if one was to overlook the constant expression of anger on his face. He reminded me of a very beautiful cowboy, if cowboys were homophobic douchebags who drank beer and threw the empty cans out the window of their truck.

For the most part, I had managed to escape his vile abuse. That was likely to do with the fact that I hadn't actually 'come out' to anybody, nor did I plan to, either. More importantly, my best friend was his younger brother.

It's quite odd that family members can be so different. Evan was the type of guy that had no issue with anybody in the world. I could have come right out and told him that I was gay, and I knew, beyond any doubt, that he wouldn't even blink. His brother, on the other hand, would have an entirely different reaction.

Evan and I had been friends since the second grade. We had a lot in common, other than cruel, hateful brothers. We spent most of our time together, and I guess that's what led to the most explosive night of my life.

Even he was scared of his brother. Whenever I stayed over, we'd always make sure to vacate the living room before Luke returned home so as to avoid either a long, droning lecture on how god made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve, or a drunken ramble about how he hates everyone who isn't him.

That Friday night was no different. His folks had gone to bed before midnight, and when the truck lights lit up the entire living room, and the sound of a loud belch and an empty can hitting the concrete poured in, we both got to our feet and retreated to Evan's bedroom.

Truth be told, Evan was also very handsome. He looked like a softer version of Luke, and I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't thought about him in ways that I'd never admit. He stripped down to his underwear in front of me, because why wouldn't he? I was his normal, straight, masculine friend, and as my mouth watered, and I turned around to conceal my growing erection, Evan bid me goodnight, and began to snore a moment later.

I lay there in the darkness wondering why, if there was a god, he'd force me to be surrounded by hot guys all the time, but give me absolutely no means of ever doing anything with them. And then, as though the man himself had listened to me, I checked my pockets for my phone, and winced. I'd left it downstairs.

Now, for most closeted gay men, the idea of their phone falling into the wrong hands is somewhat stomach churning. The idea of my phone falling into Luke's hands, however, was far, far worse. Yes, it was locked, but Grindr had a very distinct logo and sound, and even the straightest man could tell a Grindr notification from a mile.

I wanted to punch myself as I lay there. I'd never even used Grindr for anything other than some window shopping, and now it risked everything. I had no choice. To keep my evil secret, I would have to travel across the dark house, navigate the treacherous terrain, descend into the belly of the beast, and face the final boss that was Luke.

Each step made me feel like Indiana Jones, if, of course, Indiana Jones was a flaming homosexual trying to rescue himself from the clutches of a homophobe. I crept slowly down the stairs, hoping that Luke had simply passed out on the couch, and as I quietly and carefully pushed open the living room door, my eyes almost exploded from my head.

The young man sat on the armchair facing the television. That in itself was nothing unusual. What was somewhat striking about the scene before me, was that Luke, from the waist down, was completely naked, and I watched in awe as he greased his long, meaty cock with his hand.

Instantly, and without even looking to see what was playing on the television, my own dick began to react. I stood in shock, still hidden mostly behind the door, and then my shock turned to something even more startling, as my eyes moved from his beautiful member, which looked to be around seven inches of pure, straight cock, to the video that he was lost in.

A young man, eighteen or nineteen, with white blond hair, smooth, soft skin, and an ass the size of two beachballs, lay on a bed, facing up toward the camera, moaning quietly as his pink asshole was hammered by another man, covered in a carpet of hair.

My head spun. Did Luke realise that the twink on the bed was indeed a twink, and not some very pretty young woman? It seemed like it was hard to miss, given that the guy's heavy cock began to spew cum a moment later, and Luke did nothing but beat harder.

I began to back step, and when I did, the sound that I dreaded to hear. The chime of faggotry, the theme song to every one night stand and casual hook up. The ding of the Grindr notification echoed through the room, and Luke's head turned so fast, that only God could save me now.

In those few seconds, my life began to flash before my very eyes. Memories of childhood rushed through my brain. Hopes, dreams, fears and worries all clouded my vision, as Luke scrambled from the chair with his oil stained jeans wrapped around his ankles, and his grubby briefs twisted around his thighs. He fell forward, grabbed the side of the chair, staggered, stumbled, reached out and snarled, and suddenly I was pushed onto the sofa, and he was clothed once again.

Luke spoke quickly and violently, but one could be forgiven for not exactly listening as the hairy man on the screen covered the young twink in an avalanche of cum, and the words "Daddy Dave Anally Destroys Trent The Twink" appeared.

"Do you fucking hear me?!" He snarled, and grabbed the front of my t-shirt with such force that I heard it tear. "You breathe a single fucking word of this to anybody, Jake, and I will fucking kill you".

I sat in complete silence. Yes, I heard him. Yes, I understood him, but it was only a moment later, when the realisation of what had just happened, hit him, that Luke used his only two braincells, and his eyes widened.

"Y... You?" He almost gasped, but gasping was evidently too gay, so he sort of growled at me, instead. "You're a fag?!"

I swallowed a lump in my throat. Nobody knew. My best friend in the world didn't know, and now Luke of all people did. I nodded, and rubbed my face.

"You say nothing and I'll say nothing" I said, without looking at him, and when I did finally glance up, Luke had a smile on his face that I'd never seen before.

"Oh don't worry, Jake" he whispered, "nobody is ever going to find out about this".

Luke reached for his pants again, and in doing so, I quickly understood what he had meant. My brain, however, refused to comprehend that somebody could go from being a bigoted homophobe to a ravenous homosexual, in such a very short space of time.

"I'm not even gay" he lied, as though he just had to get that out before pulling his pants back down in front of a literal gay man. "I'm just horny, and that weird shit just came on".

"Right" I replied, as convinced as a wet paper bag. Luke's eyes narrowed as he reached into his briefs and held himself.

"Will you... Will you, you know?" He breathed, and I could have said yes instantly, because I did know, but I cocked a brow and punished him instead.

"You know what I mean" he hissed, "will you... Do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, fighting a smile.

His face burned red. He looked around the room as if he expected a film crew to jump out at any minute, and then, as quietly and aggressively as he could muster, the world's biggest douchebag uttered the words that I never thought I'd hear from him.

"Will you suck my dick?".

Part of me wanted to dish out some justice. I wanted to refuse him, and take a stand for all the bullied people who had fallen victim to Luke over the years. I wanted to be some sort of queer Robin Hood, and avenge the fallen! But I was also incredibly horny, and the asshole of my dreams was now standing before me with his swollen cock in his fist. 

"Fine" I mumbled, as though I wasn't about to explode in my underwear. 

Luke shoved his briefs further down his legs and stepped closer to me. I adjusted myself on the edge of the chair and inhaled the warm musk that poured from his sweaty junk after a day of work and bigotry. Did I regret the fact that I was allowing myself to be so easily convinced? Yes. Did I care in that exact moment? No. 

I closed my hand around his until he jerked it away. Perhaps holding hands was too gay for him, and so I held his cock instead, and that seemed just fine. 

I could feel his pulse through the weighty member. It was warm and slightly damp, likely from the pre-cum that he'd massaged into himself whilst watching Daddy Dave and Trent the Twink. Slowly, my hand began to glide up and down his shaft, and Luke watched intently. 

"I swear I'll kill you if you tell anyone" he reminded me, and I looked up at him and shook my head. 

"Don't you get tired of being such an asshole all the time?" I asked, and his upper lip twitched in anger. 

"Just suck it" he ordered, and I realised that this was not going to be one of those moments where I magically cure the homophobe with kind words and a blowjob. I leaned forward and took his helmet into my mouth. 

The sharp saltiness spread across my tongue as I slid it under his foreskin. Despite the fact that he was a moron, he had a very tasty cock, so I happily sucked on the wet head as my hand pumped the rest. 

Luke pushed one hand under his sweat stained t-shirt and began to rub his chest as his head hung back. I hated the fact that he was so handsome, but what could I do now? I'd already let down my people by sucking this guy off, so now I was in it for the long haul. 

I took more of him into my mouth, and felt his cock head spread my throat apart as I did. Beads of pre began to leak into me, and I gulped them down as his breathing became heavy and angry moans gurgled from him. 

"Faster" he told me, and dragged his shirt over his head. 

I sped up. The sound of throat fucking became louder in the room. Wet, messy squelching, mixed in with some gags and some sniffles as I tried to be as sexy as Trent the Twink. It was my first blowjob, however, so I quickly realised that porn had been lying to me. 

My neck hurt, my back hurt, my nose felt like a leaky tap, my throat was beginning to get raw and sore, I couldn't breathe properly, my hand was tired. I pulled off him and wiped spit and cock fluids from my lips. 

"What are you doing?" He asked, aggressively, "I was about to cum!" 

"You do me" I said breathlessly, "my neck is killing me". 

Luke looked as though I'd slapped him in the nuts. He glared at me, then grabbed his cock and shook it. 

"Suck!" He ordered, but I shook my head. 

"We both have a secret now, Luke" I said, and pulled down my pants as I sat back and sighed contently. "You do me, then I'll finish you". 

If looks could kill, Luke would have murdered me on the spot. 

"I told you!" He snarled, "I'm not gay! So I ain't sucking your fucking dick!" 

I shrugged. As horny as I was, sucking dick was far less exciting than I had hoped for, but having my dick sucked, did sound promising. "Fine" I told him, and yawned, "then I'm going back to bed". 

As I reached for my pants, Luke shoved me backwards. 

"Alright, alright" he growled, as his cheeks burned, "but as soon as I'm finished, you're drinking my cum. You got that?" 

I nodded and lay back again as Luke got to his knees before me and roughly grabbed my boxer briefs. He took a breath, rolled his eyes and with no love, care or compassion, he ripped my underwear to my knees, and my hard, wet cock flopped out. 

He stared at it for a moment as it rested across my thigh. I'd always liked my cock, but it was going to look much better inside Luke's throat. He grabbed it angrily and pulled it toward himself. 

"Fuck!" I winced, but Luke ignored me and closed his mouth around my eager helmet. 

I began to melt almost instantly. The warm, wet feeling of his tongue and lips sent shivers of pleasure through my groin. I gasped quietly, and watched as he sucked me deeper into his throat. It was a sight that I never expected to see, but I was very thankful that it was happening. 

Luke gagged on me as he plunged deeper. His hand found my balls after a few minutes, and he fondled them quite gently considering how brutal he was as a person. I squeezed the fabric on the sofa, and felt my ass clench as he took me closer and closer to orgasm. 

In that moment, I realised that blowjobs were indeed amazing, but I was quite certain that being on the receiving end of one, was far more pleasurable. It did appear, that Luke had inadvertently turned me into a top, and I guess there was no turning back from that. 

"Faster" I demanded, and he glared at me with a mouth full of cock, before reluctantly speeding up. 

His mouth made wet popping sounds as he sucked me. He looked good with a cock in his face, and for once, he wasn't talking shit about some marginalised group of people. I thrust upwards, ramming his throat as he choked, and grabbed the back of his head. 

"Yeah" I grunted, fucking his face, "you like that, don't you?" 

He didn't exactly have the capabilities to answer the question, but the angered look in his stunning eyes told me all I needed to know. I fucked harder, and he choked harder, and after at least twenty minutes of sloppy, wet face fucking, I felt my balls begin to tighten. 

"Swallow it" I moaned, as sweat dripped down me, "swallow every bit!" 

Luke impaled himself on me. He took every inch of my bulging cock, right down to the base, and gargled the cum that exploded into him. He gulped hard, and I bit down on my fist to avoid moaning too loudly. My body tensed up as every muscle felt the pleasure of the orgasm, and when my balls were empty, and Luke's stomach was full, he sat back and wiped his mouth. 

"Alright" he gasped, still swallowing my seed, "my turn". 

He got to his feet, almost as breathless as I was, and jerked his semi-erect, drooling cock. I pulled up my pants, also got to my feet, and smiled at him. 

"Goodnight, Luke" I said, patting him on the shoulder as his jaw dropped. 

"You promised!" He hissed as I walked toward the door. 

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at him. 

"And you're an asshole" I reminded him, "so thanks for the blowjob, but I think your brother is more handsome anyway". 

With those words, I returned to bed, and left Luke with blue balls and a red face. Perhaps I was a queer Robin Hood, after all.