Rob's Test
I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned back against it, breathing heavily, my heart still racing. The entire apartment smelled like sex - Bre’s sweet-tangy pussy juice, sweat, and the faint rubbery scent of latex condoms. My cock was still half-hard in my jeans, twitching at the memories flooding my brain. What the fuck had just happened? I’d come over for beers and the game like any other night. Instead, I’d ended up balls-deep in a hot redhead’s dripping cunt. Now nothing felt the same, and everything I thought I knew about myself had been completely destroyed.
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At twenty-two, Rob had just come into his full height at a little over 6’1, with a ripped muscular body from the countless hours he spent working out at the gym. His hair was the color of fresh corn, and his eyes were the color of deep sienna, with a mischievous glint that seemed to reflect the corners of his mouth. I considered him as the better looking guy out of the two of us. Although I was no slouch myself, at least I liked to think so. I was blond, like him, but not quite as well built, although I am a little taller at 6’3. I didn’t work out much, but I fell lucky in the genetics department. Like my father and two brothers, we Harpen men had naturally broad, muscular frames. My father’s just turned fifty and he’s still in a pretty good shape. I was also packing a thick, cut cock that measured a solid 8 inches when fully hard - something I’d always been quietly proud of, even while hiding in the closet.
He was my best friend most days - funny, loyal - but he was an absolute vicious homophobe. Any guy he even thought might be gay got destroyed. “Look at that fucking fairy prancing around like a little bitch,” he’d sneer. “Disgusting ass bandit. Bet he’s on his knees every night sucking cock and loving it.” He’d rant about “weak cock-sucking faggots,” “fudge packers,” “limp-wristed queers,” and how they were ruining sports, TV, and society. He said shit like “Real men fuck tight pussy, not each other’s shitholes.” It used to cut me deep because I believed I was one of those guys he hated. My family was even worse. Coming out would mean total annihilation.
Rob had been my best friend since we were eight years old. We grew up together - same neighborhood, same schools, same shitty Little League teams. He was the loud, confident one who always had my back. I was the quieter, more reserved kid who followed his lead. We’d been through everything: first fights, first beers, first heartbreaks. That long history was exactly why I’d tolerated his vicious homophobia for so long. And that was also why he had tolerated me, even though he had strongly suspected that I was gay for a long time because I didn’t chase girls or bring them home to fuck like he did. Deep down, I knew Rob loved me like a brother. That childhood bond made him hold back. While he’d tear apart any other guy he thought was a “fairy,” he mostly just gave me shit - sharp comments, mocking jokes, but never full rejection. He wanted to “fix” me. He wanted his best friend back to the way he thought I should be.
That night we were on our third beers when the doorbell rang. “Get the door, Shawn,” Rob said. I left the couch, threw my empty can in the trash, and opened the door to Rob’s apartment.
Standing at the door were two girls I’d seen around college once or twice, speaking to Rob before. But I didn’t know them well enough to remember their names. However, they seemed to know mine when the girl on the left said, "Hi Shawn!" and both girls giggled a little. I had to fight against rolling my eyes at them. I found this sort of thing most annoying about some girls. I thought it was just high school girls who behaved this way, but apparently not.
Before I had the chance to say anything back, Rob stuck his head around the corner and told me to let the girls in.
The two girls were acting a little playful and silly as they made their way into the room. It looked like they'd been drinking a little, too.
“Jane, Bre,” Rob began, “I think you’ve already met him, but this ugly mutt right here is Shawn.”
I aimed to throw a punch at Rob’s shoulder but missed when he dodged me.
“And this is Bre, and Jane,” said Rob, smirking at me. He had a peculiar look on his face, I had no idea what it meant, but I soon would.
Jane was a short, curvy brunette with a killer smile. Bre was a tall, lean and attractive red head, with a small button nose and full lips. The girls had brought with them some drinks of their own, and Rob and I continued working on the new ones we'd just popped open.
As the evening went on, we were paying less attention to the game, and more attention to the girls. Bre struck up a conversation with me while Jane and Rob were getting cozy at the side of us.
A little too cozy if you asked me.
Jane was sitting on Rob’s lap, currently trying to map the insides of his mouth with her tongue. And Rob was pinching and gripping her ass under the bottom her denim skirt, which was hitched a little above her hips. I could clearly see the thick outline of his cock straining in his pants.
I gulped and looked up, and realized that Rob was staring back at me. I looked away quickly. And as I did so, something soft and warm connected with my mouth. Bre had moved in to kiss me and I pulled away from her, out of instinct.
“Hmm, what’s wrong, honey?” she asked softly. “N-nothing… I just wasn’t expecting it,” I muttered.
Bre laughed and leaned back in to kiss me again and I turned away. “Sorry, I’m just not up for it,” I told her. “Not tonight.”
Then I heard a snide voice to the side of me, the one belonging to Rob. “What’s the matter, Harpen? Not enough cock for you? You a fucking fag or what?”
“Fuck off, Rob. I’m not gay,” I lied through gritted teeth.
But he continued to taunt me regardless. “Bullshit. Prove it. Right now. Fuck Bre like a real man or admit you want dick.”
I replied through gritted teeth. “Fuck off, Rob, just because I’m not bringing a new skank home with me every night of the week, it doesn’t mean I’m queer,” I bit back.
“Then prove it!” He told me. “Go on! You have a beautiful woman sitting right there next to you, dying to have you all to herself, and yet you keep pushing her away like some homo.”
“I told you, I’m not like that, I need to get to know someone first, bef--”
“You’re such a fucking liar!” Rob said, interrupting me. “That’s fairy talk! I wonder what your folks would say if they knew their son was a queer. And what Barry and Paul would say, when they find out that their little brother is an ass bandit.”
I could feel my heart thumping hard inside my chest. I wouldn’t put it past Rob to have set this whole thing up just to see how I’d react. And I had no idea what I was going to do. I could just get up and leave, and then I’d lose my best friend, and once word had got around from these three, I’d probably lose the rest of my friends too. And if it ever got back to my family, I’d be really screwed. And it would find its way back to them soon enough. Rob and Barry met up, occasionally, and went out drinking.
No one would understand me, the way I feel, they wouldn’t even try to. I’d be disowned by almost everyone.
Part of me knows deep down that something is going to have to give eventually. I couldn’t continue to hide myself away inside the closet for the rest of my life without people realizing the truth. If I was still a bachelor at forty, never bringing any girlfriends home to meet the parents, they’d know, they’d have to. And I just couldn’t imagine spending my adult life with a woman that I didn’t, and couldn’t love back. I didn’t want to be miserable all my life, and I didn’t want to inflict the same thing on some poor unsuspecting woman, either.
I was left with little choice but to kiss Bre back. And so I did. I’d go through with this fucking stupid test, if that’s what it was, to protect my closeted identity for another day. It wouldn’t be easy, I knew it, I’d never had a sexy thought about a girl in my entire life.
I glanced over at Jane and Rob again, as I continued to kiss Bre’s lips, to see if he was still watching us.
Rob must have been satisfied with what he had seen, because his attention was back solely on the young pretty thing sitting in his lap. She was running her hands under his top and over his chest, while he was squeezing her breasts through her top, voraciously.
Bre moved into a similar position above me and began running her cool hands under my shirt. I closed my eyes and tried to think of a hot, firm naked male body while she did whatever she had to do to me for me to get through this trial.
But before I could lose myself completely to the fantasy, Bre brought me back to reality when she grabbed my hands and placed them on her chest. The only thing separating my hands from her boobs, was a thin, light pink top, and the bra hidden beneath it. Her hands had warmed up a little now, and no longer felt quite so cold against my skin. She was tickling and stroking the skin around my belly button while I continued to massage her breasts through the blouse and bra.
She gave me a curious look and then smiled. It looked friendly, but I wasn't sure what it meant until she leaned forward once again, only this time her mouth pressed against my ear as she whispered something to me. “Are you really gay?" She asked me. “It’s OK if you are. I won’t tell him. I have nothing against gay people.”
She pulled back again to look at me. I said nothing but swallowed the saliva building up in the back of my throat, and looked away, I couldn’t tell her the truth. I barely knew her, let alone had a reason to trust her. A part of me wanted to tell her, but I had no idea if this was part of the plan that Rob had cooked up. So I said nothing. And she leaned back towards me again, stroking my chest to give the impression that we were making out, just in case the other two happened to look in our direction.
“It’s OK,” she whispered once again, seeing my anxious expression. “Your secret is safe with me. I’ll try to help you any way I can. But we can’t end this prematurely without raising some suspicion.”
Bre pulled away a little and lifted her blouse up over her head, I saw a flash of her stacked blue bra as I turned away from her to look at Rob. He was looking back at me while Jane was doing the same thing as Bre, unbuttoning her shirt. It was like they were in sync with each other.
My eyes flicked over to Rob and Jane just in time to see Jane shrug her shirt off completely. Rob wasted no time - he yanked her bra down roughly, exposing her large tits, and immediately latched his mouth onto one of her nipples while his hand disappeared under her hiked-up denim skirt. Jane moaned loudly as Rob fingered her. A moment later, he pulled his hand out, glistening with her juices, and freed his cock.
Rob’s dick was already rock hard. It was a thick, cut 7-inch monster - pale pink, heavily veined, and so girthy that Jane’s hand barely wrapped halfway around the shaft. The fat, swollen head was shiny with precum. Jane stroked it with both hands, clearly struggling with the sheer thickness as she leaned down and tried to take him into her mouth.
The sight hit me hard. That was the cock I had secretly fantasized about for years. I looked away again, quickly, pretending to be interested in what was now before me. The bare-chested, large-breasted, pretty young woman that was staring back at me. She had removed her bra without me even realizing it.
Bre lifted my hands back to her naked chest and I began once again, squeezing and massaging her breasts while she moaned my name encouragingly. Her skin felt warm to touch. Her breasts were silky soft and squishy, and her nipples were much larger and darker than my own were. I leaned in and sucked hard on one of her fat nipples, swirling my tongue around it as she arched her back and moaned louder.
“Mmm, that’s it, Shawn… suck on my tits, baby.”
But she wanted more.
Bre moved forward further and pulled my top up over my head, so that we were both naked from the waist up. Then she stood up, hooked her thumbs into her skirt and panties, and pushed them down in one smooth motion. She kicked them aside, now completely naked. Her pussy was shaved smooth, puffy and visibly wet, lips slightly parted and glistening.
Bre reached down and rubbed my cock through my briefs. I was semi-hard already. She pulled my briefs down, freeing my cock. She wrapped her warm hand around it and stroked me slowly, rubbing the head against her wet pussy lips while she ground on my thigh. “Come on, baby… I want this dick inside my cunt.”
To my confusion, my cock responded quickly. Blood rushed in and I swelled to full hardness in her hand, throbbing and leaking precum. Bre smiled, clearly pleased. “Such a nice, thick cock. You’re getting rock hard for my pussy.”
Bre slid off my lap and lay back on the couch, spreading her long legs wide open. Her pink pussy lips parted, showing how soaked she was. “Eat my pussy, Shawn. I want your tongue deep inside me.”
I leaned down, heart hammering, and pressed my face between her thighs. The moment my tongue touched her cunt, something shifted. She tasted tangy, sweet, and slightly bitter - warm, slick, and incredibly intimate. I licked up her slit slowly at first, then faster, sucking her swollen clit between my lips. “Oh fuck yes!” Bre moaned loudly. “Lick my clit, baby… just like that. You’re doing so good.”
I pushed two fingers into her tight hole and started pumping them while I devoured her pussy. Her juices coated my tongue and chin. The more I ate her, the hornier I became. A strange intoxication took over and made me dizzy with lust - the taste, the smell, the way her silky walls clenched around my fingers. My cock was now painfully hard, leaking precum.
“Fuck… your pussy tastes so good,” I groaned into her cunt, surprising myself with the words. Rob laughed again. “Holy shit, listen to you! I knew you had it in you, Shawn! Bury your fucking face in that cunt! Eat her like a starving dog! Real men devour pussy! Make that bitch cum on your tongue!”
Bre grabbed my hair and ground her pussy against my mouth. “Yes! Suck my clit harder, Shawn! You’re gonna make me cum… don’t stop!” Bre started grinding against my mouth, her juices coating my lips, chin, and tongue. I was lost in it - sucking, licking, finger-fucking her faster. The wet, obscene sounds of my mouth on her pussy filled the room.
Right beside us, Rob was destroying Jane with deep, powerful thrusts. He had her bent over the arm of the couch, one hand gripping her hip while the other pulled her hair. His thick cut cock slammed into her pussy repeatedly, the heavy slapping sounds of his hips meeting her ass echoing through the room. Jane was moaning like a whore, her tits swinging with every brutal thrust as Rob railed her mercilessly. “Fuck yes, take that dick,” Rob grunted, clearly enjoying the show we were putting on as much as his own fuck.
Bre suddenly looked down at me with wide, genuinely surprised eyes. She leaned in and whispered to my ears. “Fuck… you’re really into this, aren’t you? I thought you were gay… but you’re devouring my pussy like you’re addicted to it.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was too busy sucking her clit like a man possessed. Bre’s thighs began to tremble. She grabbed my hair tighter and came hard, flooding my mouth with sweet, creamy girl-cum.
“Oh my god, I’m cumming! You made me cum so hard on your tongue!” I kept licking her through the orgasm, drunk on her taste. When I finally pulled back, my face was shiny with her juices and my cock was aching.
Bre stared at me, breathing heavily, still looking shocked. She grabbed a condom from the table, tore it open with her teeth, and rolled it down my throbbing cock.
She teased the head of my cock up and down her slick pussy lips, rubbing it against her clit, making me wait. “You want this cunt, don’t you?” she moaned teasingly. “Fuck… yes,” I groaned, hips twitching.
Bre finally lowered herself. The first inch of my cock pushed into her tight, wet heat. Even through the condom, the sensation was intense - hot, silky pressure gripping my shaft. She sank down slowly, taking every inch until I was buried to the balls. “Fuuuuck, Shawn… your cock is stretching my pussy so wide,” she moaned loudly. “I can feel you so deep inside me.”
She rode me hard, ass slapping against my thighs, tits bouncing wildly. The wet squelching sounds of her creamy pussy filled the room.“Fuck me, Shawn! Use that dick on my pussy!”
The feeling of her cunt wrapped around me was incredible, but the condom still muted the full sensation. I thrust up into her, frustrated by the barrier. After several minutes of her riding me, I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted more. I needed more.
“Take the condom off,” I demanded, voice rough.Bre looked surprised again. “You really want it raw?”
“Yeah. I need to feel your pussy properly.” She lifted off, peeled the condom away, and exposed my bare, circumcised cock. The fat, smooth head was glistening with her juices and precum.
Then she sank back down. The difference was shocking. The raw heat and wetness hit me like a wave. Her silky, dripping cunt gripped my bare cock perfectly, every ridge and ripple massaging my shaft. No barrier. Skin-to-skin. Her scorching-hot, silky walls gripped every inch of my thick, bare circumcised shaft perfectly. The sensitive head of my cock dragged along her creamy inner walls with intense, raw friction.
“Fuuuuck!” I groaned loudly, eyes rolling back. “Your raw pussy feels so much better… so fucking hot and wet.” Bre whimpered, equally surprised by my intensity. “Your bare cock feels so much better... I can feel every vein… you’re throbbing inside me.”
I flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over my shoulders, and slammed into her raw pussy in one brutal thrust. The sensation was mind-blowing. Her cunt was so much wetter and softer without the latex, gripping and massaging my cock with every stroke. “God damn… your raw pussy feels incredible,” I groaned. “So fucking hot and tight… I can feel everything.”
“Harder, Shawn! Wreck my fucking cunt!” Bre screamed. I started pounding her with deep, savage strokes, my heavy balls slapping loudly against her ass. The wet, filthy squelching sounds of her creamy pussy were obscene.
Rob grinned viciously as he railed Jane. “Holy shit! You took the condom off! That’s my fucking boy! Pound that bare cunt, Shawn! Destroy her sloppy hole! Feel how much better real pussy is without rubber! Wreck that dripping pussy like a real man!”
Bre’s tits bounced violently with every thrust. Her pussy creamed heavily around my bare cock, juices coating my shaft and balls. “Fuck me deeper! Stretch my cunt out!” she cried.
Rob kept taunting me. “Look at you go! Slamming that raw pussy like a pussyhound! You love it, don’t you? Feel how good bare cunt grips your cock! Fill that slut up!”
The raw friction, the intense heat, and Rob’s constant filthy encouragement pushed me over the edge. Bre came first, her pussy spasming wildly around my bare cock as she squirted. “I’m cumming! Cum inside me, Shawn!”
I buried myself balls-deep and exploded, flooding her raw pussy with thick, powerful ropes of cum. At the exact same moment, Rob growled like an animal. “Take my fucking load, you whore!” He slammed deep into Jane and came hard, pumping her full.
The room was filled with heavy breathing and the strong smell of sex. I stayed buried deep inside Bre’s cum-filled cunt, my mind reeling harder than ever. The raw sensation had shattered something inside me. Pussy felt too good - dangerously good.
After a few moments, Rob pulled out of Jane with a wet pop and collapsed back onto the couch, his thick cock still half-hard and glistening. He looked over at me with a tired but satisfied smirk. “Shit, man…” Rob chuckled, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I gotta admit, I didn’t think you had it in you.”
I pulled out of Bre slowly, watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy. I let out a breath and glanced at him. “Yeah… now you know,” I muttered, still trying to process everything.
Rob raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Guess all that time I gave you shit might’ve been for nothing, huh? You went from zero to pounding raw pussy like a champ tonight.”
I shook my head, half-laughing despite the chaos in my head. “Fuck you, Rob.” He laughed. “Hey, I’m just saying. Welcome to the club, pussy man.”
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That night I told myself it was a one-time thing. I was still gay. I had to be. But the change didn’t stop. The next day I caught myself staring at a girl’s ass in tight jeans on campus. My cock stirred. When a flamboyant guy walked by, instead of the usual secret attraction, I felt a flash of disgust. Fucking fairy. Acting like that in public. I pushed the thought away, ashamed.
Two days later I jerked off thinking about Bre’s pussy. Not Rob’s cock. I tried forcing myself to think about guys, but the fantasy kept sliding back to wet cunt, bouncing tits, and a girl moaning my name while I destroyed her hole. I came so hard I saw stars.
By the end of the week I was texting Bre constantly, begging for another round. We fucked again - raw this time. I ate her pussy for nearly an hour, tongue buried deep, drunk on her taste. Then I bent her over and pounded her cunt doggy-style, slapping her ass red while she screamed.
“Tell me you love my pussy,” she moaned. “I fucking love your pussy,” I growled, slamming into her. “Best cunt I’ve ever felt.”
The words felt natural now. The psychological shift accelerated. Every time I remembered how I used to fantasize about Rob, I felt embarrassed. What the fuck was wrong with me? Pussy was warmer, wetter, softer, and tighter than any fantasy I’d ever had. The power of making a girl cum on my tongue and cock was intoxicating. It made me feel like a man.
Ten days after that night I was walking with Rob downtown when the same effeminate guy from before came prancing past us in his tight little shorts. I didn’t hold back. I sneered loud enough for him and everyone nearby to hear, “Look at that fucking fairy prancing around like a little bitch. Disgusting homo. Bet he’s got a sore asshole from taking cock all weekend. Someone should beat that rainbow faggot shit out of him and make him a real man.”
Rob stopped dead in his tracks, stared at me in shock for a second, then burst out laughing so hard he had to slap his knee. He clapped me on the back so forcefully it nearly knocked me forward. “Holy shit, Shawn! What the fuck happened to you, man? You used to get all quiet and weird when fags walked by. Now you’re roasting them like a true man? Welcome to the club, you big pussyhound!”
I grinned wide, a dark thrill surging through my chest. “Pussy happened, bro. Real, dripping wet cunt changed everything. I fucking crave tight, creamy pussy wrapped around my cock every single day. Guys are pathetic - limp-wristed, cock-sucking faggots who spread diseases and cry about their feelings. Why the hell would any real man want some sweaty dick up his ass when you can pound a moaning slut’s cunt instead? Fags make me sick.”
Rob howled with laughter again, louder this time, drawing stares from people on the street. He threw a heavy arm around my neck and pulled me into a rough side-hug. “Fuck yeah! Say that shit louder, man! That’s the most based shit I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.” Still laughing, he shoved me playfully and pointed at another guy wearing a bright shirt further down the block. “Look at that one over there. Bet he’s a bottom bitch too. C’mon, let’s fuck with him.”
For the rest of our walk, Rob kept egging me on, feeding me more opportunities to rip into every rainbow-looking guy we passed. Every vicious comment I made earned me another hard slap on the back or a proud “That’s my fucking bro!” from him. By the time we reached the parking lot, Rob was grinning like a madman. He punched my shoulder and said, “We’re going out this weekend, just you and me. Gonna get you some fresh pussy and then spend the night destroying every fag we see. I’m so goddamn proud of you right now.”
We didn’t even wait for the weekend. That same night we went out hunting. We spotted two skinny, effeminate guys leaving a bar holding hands. Rob gave me the signal and we moved. I shoved the first one hard against a brick wall while Rob grabbed the other. We roughed them up good - slapping them around, calling them every filthy name we could think of, spitting on them while they whimpered. “Fucking disgusting faggots,” I growled as I punched one in the gut. The rush was insane.
After they ran off crying and bleeding, we were both pumped full of adrenaline and aggression. We hit up another bar right after and each pulled a slutty girl within thirty minutes. I fucked mine raw in the backseat of Rob’s truck while he railed his in the front seat. The sound of wet pussy getting destroyed mixed with our loud, triumphant laughter. Nothing felt better than bashing fags and then draining our balls deep in real cunt.
The old shame was completely gone. In its place was a burning, aggressive hunger for pussy and a sharp, seething contempt for anything that looked or acted even slightly gay. Faggots disgusted me now. The way they talked, the way they walked, the way they tried to shove their degenerate lifestyle in everyone’s face - it all made my blood boil. I wanted to fuck every hot girl I saw. I wanted to mock and humiliate every fairy, every limp-wristed queer, every ass bandit who crossed my path. I felt strong. I felt right. I felt like a real man.
I was no longer hiding. I had fully converted - a straight, pussy-obsessed, conservative, and proudly homophobic motherfucker, exactly like my best friend Rob, my father, and my two older brothers.
The change hadn’t gone unnoticed at home. My father and brothers were openly proud of the new me. When I brought home a couple of girls and didn’t hide it, my family’s reaction was one of pure pride. My father, who had always been the strictest and most traditional of all, especially loved hearing me rip into “disgusting fags” and “rainbow freaks” the same way he always had. He pulled me aside one evening with a rare smile on his face and told me straight up one night, “You had us worried for a while, son. Thought we might’ve raised a queer. But look at you now - chasing real women, talking straight, thinking straight. You finally grew a pair and became a real Harpen man.”
One evening after dinner he called me down to the basement. He had set up the big screen with a new porn video - a rough, straight gangbang scene. Dad cracked open two beers, handed me one, and sat back in his recliner. “Watch this shit with me,” he ordered. As the girl on screen moaned and got pounded, he kept glancing over at me, nodding approvingly when I got rock hard. He then shared stories about all the pussy he’d chased when he was my age, how he used to fuck girls in the back of his truck while calling them his “little cum dumps.” He made me tell him every detail about the girls I’d brought home, then gave me tips on how to “fuck them right” and “make sure they know who’s in charge.” When I told him I loved calling them sluts while railing them, his face lit up. He punched my arm and said, “That’s my fucking boy.”
My brothers, Barry and Paul, were just as proud. They started inviting me out more, slapping me on the back, and cracking jokes about how I’d finally “stopped acting like a fairy” and become a proper Harpen man and joined the family as a proper pussy-chasing, straight-shooting man. They started dragging me out to bars with them (sometimes together with Rob), introducing me to girls, and laughing every time I made a harsh comment about “rainbow freaks” or “butt pirates.” Paul even bought me a new gym membership so I could “get that chest bigger so the girls can grab on while you’re balls-deep.” Barry loved telling people, “My little brother finally stopped acting like a cock-gobbling fairy and learned how to chase real pussy like a Harpen man should.” They roasted me constantly about my “former fag phase,” but it was all in good spirits.
One night at O’Malley’s, the three of us were drinking hard when I locked eyes with a thick brunette at the bar. Within minutes I had her pinned against the wall, tongue down her throat. Barry and Paul watched with wide grins as I grabbed her ass and told her straight up I was gonna fuck her raw. I dragged her into the men’s bathroom, kicked open a stall, bent her over the toilet and pounded her dripping cunt like a man possessed. She was moaning loud as hell while I railed her. When I finally dumped my load deep inside her and walked back out buckling my belt, my brothers were waiting right there.
Barry clapped me on the back so hard it stung, his face lit up with pure pride. “That’s our fucking brother!” Paul laughed and shoved a fresh beer into my hand, “Didn’t even hesitate. Straight into the bathroom like a real Harpen man.” Fired up by what they saw, Barry immediately pulled a blonde toward the same bathroom and fucked her in the next stall. Paul didn’t waste time either - he took a redhead right after. The three of us came out one by one, sweaty and satisfied, slapping each other on the back like champions. For the rest of the night they kept calling me a “true pussy destroyer” and couldn’t stop grinning with pride.
The approval felt incredible. For the first time in my life, I felt like I truly belonged in my own family. I was no longer the odd one out, no longer the weak, secretly perverted disappointment they had worried about. I was one of them now - a real Harpen man through and through.
And I had never felt more alive. My cock throbbed constantly with one single need: fresh, dripping wet cunt. I was going to hunt down as much tight pussy as I could get, fucking it raw and without a single apology. At the same time, I’d make sure every fairy, every rainbow freak, and every limp-wristed faggot within earshot knew exactly how fucking pathetic they were. I loved spitting on their disgusting lifestyle, calling out their nasty, cum-stained asses and their pathetic attempts at pretending they were normal. They made me sick. The sight of them now filled me with pure contempt and a deep, satisfying rush of superiority. I was finally free - loud, proud, and merciless - exactly the way a straight man should be.
