Up until recently I was a homophobic, delusional straight man...it only took one man to change that.
All of my life...I had been a bully. I ridiculed kids through school, beat them up because I was bigger and especially had enjoyed picking on gay guys. I was good looking and hung out with the hottest girls in high school. This would continue into college until eventually I married one of them. Her name was Anna and she is to this day an absolute beauty. The reason we rushed into it, was because I knocked her up. Fast forward 18 years later, and we have a son named Sean who is coming home telling us he is gay.
I saw it coming months before, after discovering gay websites on the history in Sean's computer. My homophobic nature left me in horror of what I discovered. For the next few months the rage inside me had built.
He had come home that night with another boy named Adam whom he introduced as his boyfriend. I can admit now how striking and handsome Adam is. At 6'3, he was a few inches taller than me, with dark, wavy hair that he kept longer. His eyes were a bright blue that seemed to look through you, and if I could use one word to describe him, it would be dreamy. He wore tight clothes, which accentuated a tall, lean but muscular body. I also noticed how charming and confident he was, how even Anna was flirting with him when I had walked in on them chatting.
I was filled with hatred when they told us of their relationship. Anna, as always had shown compassion and reason. I immediately dismissed myself and went out for a few drinks. I returned that night drunk and let Sean have it.
Adam had gone home by then, and I went right to Sean's room and starting screaming at him.
"I will not have a faggot for a son." I remember yelling.
"No son of mine is going to be a cocksucker."
Things of that nature, using any and all derogatory terms that I knew. I also told him that he should go live with Adam if he wanted to continue getting "fucked up the ass". Sean was left in tears and the next day he moved out.
A few weeks went by and I was home one day while Anna was out. A phone call had interrupted my sports and when I answered no one was there. A half hour later...a knock at the door.
When I looked out and saw Adam, I froze up. I had a desire to punch this guy. How dare he...the boy who had manipulated my son into being gay coming to my house. I opened the door.
"Hey Mr. Thompson." He said before I could say anything, a smug smile across his face.
"I'm just going to grab a few of Sean's things if that's cool." He said as he stepped closer.
I swallowed my rage and let him go past. I watched him as he walked up the stairs. I admit now to staring at his ass as he went up, his jeans perfectly fitted over it. I followed him as I didn't trust him and watched him rummage through Sean's room, finding the odd thing and putting it in a bag. Adam, ignoring me the whole time. My mistrust, at the time, was my excuse for watching him. In truth, my jealousy towards every aspect of him, his youth, his good looks, him being taller and more muscular than me, his confidence which he seemed to exude...was actually a budding admiration. Moments later he was walking towards the door where I stood.
I felt my heart rise up in my throat as he stood in front of me and looked into my eyes. For a moment I felt like he was seeing into me, and I quickly felt the urge to look away.
"Got what you came for?" I managed to say bluntly.
"Almost...there is one other thing." His eyes piecing through me as he said it.
"What?" I asked, looking down, having difficulty maintaining eye contact.
"You're going to apologize to Sean for what you said." He responded glaring at me.
He took a step closer, forcing me to look further up at him. I admit that I was very intimidated by him. His confidence was overbearing, mixed with the fact that he was gay, an ideal that my weak mind had no concept of. He continued.
"Have you ever sucked cock before, Mr. Thompson?" He asked a sly grin creeping across his face.
As I was about to respond with an angry "No" he cut me off.
"You have very pretty lips Mr. Thompson. Yes, a perfect little cocksucking mouth. You want to suck my cock, don't you...I mean, you've been checking me out since you met me. Believe me, I notice these things. So you might as well just get on your knees now, get it over with...I don't have all day to waste on little faggot cocksuckers like you."
He could see the rage building in my eyes, and I knew I had to tune this guy. Nevertheless, without hesitation, he took another step forward and continued.
"It's okay to admit it...I know it's hard being as you are such a disgusting homophobe. But the truth is that all homophobes are closeted gays just waiting to be called on it. So here's your chance. You can't hide it from me, I can see the way you look at me. Well now you can get a closer look."
With that he removed his shirt. As much as I hated him...his body was so hot, and for a moment I was caught off guard, my eyes taking a moment to soak in the sight without any control of mine. My face went a bit flush and my mouth draped open. He looked like he could be some male model for a jeans ad and it flustered me. I am sure he saw me checking him out because his smile grew as he approached me.
"You better get to it." He said, staring down at me, now right in front of me.
I threw an overhand right, thinking to surprise him and not being one to take the way he was talking. I had beaten up a lot of guys when I was younger, so I saw Adam as just a kid who I would pummel. He managed to duck the punch...so I threw another one...but this time he blocked it with his shoulder. I leaned in and threw more, but he seemed to avoid most of it using upper body movement. I did manage to hit him once on the stomach, but I think that hurt my hand more than it hurt his stomach. Already I was starting to run out of breath. I fell forward and threw more wild punches, but he managed to grab and hold my arms. I used all of my strength to push off of him and untie myself from his grasp. By now I was breathing heavy, so I threw more punches in the hopes I might catch him with something wild, but they were weaker and slower and he easily ducked and blocked those. I realized that I was tired and this kid hadn't even thrown a punch yet. In desperation I lunged forward in an attempt to tackle him.
Suddenly I was on my back as he managed to flip my tackle and roll me over. He mounted me with ease and held my hands down by my wrists. He was so strong and he brought my hands together above my head, his legs straddling my midsection. As he applied his grip, I felt a pain shoot through both arms, forcing me to cry out in pain. Then he somehow manage to transfer both my wrists into his one hand, freeing up his other arm as my attempts to escape became weaker and weaker.
