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Fagboy & Fagdad - Part 1
Alexi didn't hate queers. Really.
Sure, faggots were sick freaks of nature. But that whole "choice" thing, Alexi never much thought about it. Didn't much think about cocksuckers at all. Until he was looking for a place to rent while taking classes at community college. Alexi was looking for a place to rent. There was a guy looking to lease a room in his apartment. It was cheap rent, near the campus, and he seemed ok.
That is, until Alexi woke up one night to find the homo on the floor in his room, sniffing Alexi's freakin' shorts. Alexi immediately sat up In bed. "What the fuck, dude? This shit isn't cool."
The guy started stammering, "Oh, man, I'm so sorry. It's just that you're so fucking hot. I couldn't sleep ...."
"Christ. I'm not queer, cocksucker."
"I know. I'm sorry. It'll never happen again...."
"It better fucking not. Jesus, if you want to stroke to my sweaty jockstraps," Alexi joked, "just ask to do my goddamn laundry!"
And then the strangest thing happened.
"OK. Deal. Can I take care of your laundry as long as you live here? Please?"
Alexi really didn't see that one coming. "Um, ok. Wash, dry, fold, hung up. Every weekend?"
"Sure, man, thanks. God, thanks." And the cocksucker crawled out of the room. Alexi suddenly realized fags could serve a real purpose. Every night when Alexi stripped off his clothes for the day, he tossed them across the hall into the faggot's room. And every Friday night, while Alexi was out with friends or on a date, the bitch washed and dried his clothes. When Alexi came home at night, everything was folded and put away. The cumsucker even ironed Alexi's dress shirt when he wore one.
After awhile, Alexi decided to test the waters a little further.
"God, my room is fuckin' filthy. I really don't have time to clean it this weekend." Alexi looked at his roommate and smiled, lifting an eyebrow in suggestion.
"If I do all the housework for you, can I please massage your feet while you study tonight?" Alexi chuckled and nodded in consent. Yeah, this was going to work out just fine.
Alexi played this game for awhile, letting his homo roommate get off on massaging him in exchange for doing some favor for him: washing his car, running some errands, anything he didn't want to bother with. Eventually the faggot had to leave town for a new job. Alexi was actually sad to see him go. But by then he'd learned that there were plenty of cocksuckers out there who'd be happy to take his roommate's place.
Alexi finished school realizing that although he was pretty smart, he was more skilled with his hands than his brain. What he really enjoyed doing was building homes. Not the grunt work of constructing a place from scratch, but tearing apart what didn't work and making all the pieces fit together better than they did before. He started working as a subcontractor and eventually started his own contracting business. He loved the metamorphosis of taking someone's busted-up home and turning it into a great place to live. Good honest work.
And Alexi loved getting homos to do the shit he didn't want to bother with. It didn't happen all the time, but often enough that he became adept in the art of faggot seduction. Alexi had a great talent for figuring out how a person's mind worked, so seducing a faggot wasn't that hard. They fucking wanted him and wanted to please him. All he had to do was make them think it was their idea. And, Alexi later learned, fags definitely had the advantage over women when it came to sucking cock. He never touched the homos, never wanted to, and they didn't seem to mind. Hell, most of them seemed to enjoy it all the more just because he was straight.
So, no. Alexi definitely didn't hate queers. Which was a good thing, given this new prospective client: Tyler French. Alexi chuckled. The poor guy's name might as well been Cocksucking Queer. Alexi was knocking on Mr. Queer, er, Mr. French's door.
"Tyler French? I'm Alexi. You called about some work you wanted done?"
"Hey, just call me Ty. Come on in, Alexi."
This French dude wasn't a flaming fag, thank God. But still, something about him definitely whispered "cocksucker" to Alexi. Alexi guessed his age to be late-30's, about a decade older than himself. Didn't much matter; a cocksucker is a cocksucker.
"When my wife died a few years ago, I kept the house as it was, kinda like in her memory. But my son and I, well, we figured it was time for us to move on. I mean, it's a nice place, but it's no Taj Mahal. As much as I miss her, this place shouldn't be a shrine to her." Ty's body and hands were always a little too close to Alexi -- not touching, but suggesting a touch, hungry to touch. Alexi wondered if the guy even knew how much he wanted cock.
They discussed details -- what walls needed to go, what each room's new purpose was going to be, what rewiring and plumbing issues could pop up, what kind of pricing French was comfortable with. Alexi wrote up the specs and handed them over to Tyler to sign. Their hands touched and Ty licked his lips, clearly without even realizing it. Alexi kept the chuckle inside. Yeah, this was going to be easy.
The door to the garage opened and a kid, college age, walked in. Tyler made the introductions. "Alexi, this is my son, Ryan; Ryan, this is Alexi, the contractor who's going to fix up the place."
Alexi extended his hand to shake. Ryan smiled, "Nice to meet you, Sir." His eyes locked on to Alexi as they shook and Alexi felt the kid's thumb subtly slide back and forth across his index finger. Jesus. Two of them. Alexi was willing to bet neither one knew about the other's desire. Just another measure of a society where fags lived ashamed of what they were.
Alexi left the place realizing he'd just hit a fucking jackpot in some twisted Cocksucker Lotto. Father and son faggots, both hungry for his flesh. Yes, this was going to work out just fine. Alexi just needed a plan. As a contractor, he knew the necessity of a good plan in getting good results.