John, who DEFINITELY isn't being affected due to his repressed homosexuality (he is)

I look over to my bro chatting with a girl at the bar and say, "Hey, look at the faggot that just walked in."

In walks in this redheaded, pudgy, hairy, gayly-dressed guy in a pink crop top with the words 'Your Daddy's Daddy' on it in blue block text under a rhinestoned-white leather jacket, denim booty shorts with suspenders going under the shirt, and matching sparkly leather boots with chunky lifts. He is definitely in his mid 20's, but carried himself in posture and attitude like an old man. He stroked his patchy chin while taking too long to decide on a drink. I never understood why this club wants to cater to the pervs from the nearby gay district and let them in dressed like that

"Bro, what the fuck? What's that freak trying to do here, **** somebody and give them AIDS, " my bro Ian jokes. I laugh super hard at his hilarious quip.

He's a pretty solid guy, known him since my frat days. We used to do non-stop prank wars whenever we argued over a chick we were both fucking, but we eventually realized it was dumb because we weren't even exclusive with any of the bitches. We've been boys ever since, wingmanning for each other as we went out so we could both rack up our body counts. Unfortunately, that didn't make pulling chicks any easier. The one Ian was just chatting with scowls at him and asks him 'how he could just say that about a stranger' before storming off.

"Typical sensitive bitch that can't handle a joke about a pervert."

"God fucking damnit! I was nailing it until the fag screwed it up! That was going to be the first ginger I fucked."

"Man, forget that bitch, she was frigid anyway," I say as I rub his shoulder comfortingly like he does when I'm stressed.

From his end of the bar, the gay dude goes, "well, I guess if you don't have the whip cream for a Scooby Snack, I'll get a Midori Sour instead."

Slumped over sad, Ian says, "yeah, yeah... still, fuck that homo."

"Hey, why don't I scare him off for you?"

He perked up and said, "hell yeah bro! Just don't touch him or you'll get accused of a hate crime."

"Sure bro, but if he puts a hand on ME, he dies."

I walk up to the gay guy-who is probably 5 years younger than me-and stare down on him. He has a feminine figure with thick hips and thighs, pecs like a-cup tits, and a fat ass. Seeing those features on a man always instinctively pisses me off. I just can't get over it for some reason, like him going against manhood threatens me somehow. He could at least hide it under normal male clothes.

He's in the middle of asking, "and can I get a lemon wedge," when I bump into and shove him.

"Hey, the fuck you think you're doing here?"

The guy screams in panic, "Huh?! Who are you?! Do I owe you money?!"

"No, but you'd owe it to me and everyone here to walk your faggot ass out of here. This is a club for normal people. Not. You."

He goes from panicked to neutral after I try a weak attempt to shoo the weak-ass pansy. I didn't want to cause enough of a scene for someone to try and cancel me. I figure something stern and straight to the point would be enough to trigger him and get him to run away. Best he go to his safe space where they can be degenerate in private than deal with me.

He turns back to his drink and finally responds, "Oh, you're one of those. Yeah, I'll deal with you in a second."

"...huh?"

At this moment, I don't know what to do. My mind goes blank as I don't understand why he brushed me off. I look to the bartender, and he's just giving the dude a lemon wedge.

He then mutters after a sip, "God, why does it make these kind of guys attracted to me."

Hearing that, I see red. I grab his shoulder and spin him to face me. The fag has a smug smirk I want to wipe off his face.

"The FUCK are trying to insinuate?! I'm no cocksucking faggot!!! I-"

"-just want to feel your dick in my throat~"

I put my other hand on his waist, then slide it down his thigh. This guy is so hot. I pensively bring my hand towards his bulge, hoping he'll let me touch it. Without needing me to ask, he then stuffs it down his pants so I could feel it. The shaft and balls feel so warm, plump, and hairy. My body vibrates from mere contact with his.

"Well... you know what to say, don't you slut?"

I pensively look around. Everyone is watching in anticipation. Everything comes to a standstill as I drop to my knees, giving a begging look to him. I'm so nervous I'll screw it up and be hated for not fitting in. Hands now on the fly of his jeans, I stutter out my request as.

"G-g-g-give it to me, Daddy!"

He ruffles my hair and replies, "Well go get it, slut."

I undo the button and zipper, pull his cock out from his thong, and get to work. The club explodes into applause and cheering. It only gets louder as I go from kissing and licking the head to fully sucking the magnificent penis. With every bob of my head, I grow more and more addicted to the taste and mouthfeel of sucking cock. Even when gagging on it, I fell more and more in love.

Suddenly, Ian comes up behind me and gives me a comforting shoulder rub. He's always been the best. I love so many things about him. He always knows how to encourage me

He whispers into my ear, "I'm so proud of you. You're finally doing it. You're becoming a cocksucker."

When what he's saying hits my brain, I pause my blowjob as my whole body quakes. It makes me so happy because I know what he's saying is true. I'm finally a cocksucker. My eyes are welling with tears of joy. I hear Daddy moaning louder. He's now thrusting and **** me with his mighty dick. I know he's going to bust any second now.

"Feed me! Feed me your-"

I'm sitting in a booth with something in my mouth. I can tell it's cum. Ian is across from me, looking mopey. I see a pizza on the table.

Ian says without prompting, "I'm starting to think I'm the reason why I rarely get laid."

Instinctively, I swallow my mouthful of nut to say to him, "Nah man, you were just joking and she couldn't handle it."

It suddenly hits me all at once what I just did. Memories of everything that I did and thought flood my mind. I'm sick over the fact I'm not more sickened with myself. I grab a slice of pizza to get the taste out of my mouth.

"I mean, I felt like I didn't think of it as a joke when I was telling it, and even then I feel like I went too far. I think even fate is proving how wrong I am"

He points to the gay guy, who's chatting with two chicks (including the one he was just on a date with) and two guys. I overhear him say, "I mean, despite how beginner-unfriendly it is, Rain World is entirely my vibe as a game."

"I mean look at him," Ian bemoans as his voice breaks, "dressed like a whore, talking about nerd shit, and he has people listening to him and wanting to suck his cock like you did!"

I sit in shocked silence-half a slice stuffed in my mouth-as I try to process what I just heard.

"What. The. Fuck."