Embracing True Colors 2
by Fahrenheit80
“FAGGOT”, two teenage skaters shouted when passing by.
Brent sighed. There were too many homophobic people in town, today of all days when he was about to have his big break. He decided to head somewhere else.
“Oh well,” Brent sulked. He thought, as long as the people around him couldn’t accept his way of life they didn’t deserve him. It was just his sexuality they couldn’t deal with, just one part of who he was. But he was more than that. He was Brent Charles, a child from earth.
But before he knew what was going on, the man next to him shouted “Idiots” to the skaters.
Brent didn’t see that coming. He was more than surprised. In fact, he was completely speechless. At the same time he was delighted. There was actually one guy who had the courage to call for more tolerance in his place. If he wasn’t straight, Brent would throw himself at him.
“Those city kids have no manners,” the man said. “Do I look like a faggot?”
For a few second Brent was at loss for words. “Erm… I think they were aiming for me.”
“You’re sure about that?”
“Darling, just look at me.”
“You look very normal to me,” the man said.
Again, Brent couldn’t believe his ears. He didn’t know if he should be confused or charmed by his words. No, he had to make things right. “Do normal people actually walk around in that outfit in broad daylight?”
The man shrugged his shoulders. “To be honest, I’m not in step with the current fashion trend.”
“It’s not a fashion trend. It’s more or less a fetish.”
“To each man his own,” the man remarked. “And my mother used to say ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover.’ God bless her.”
Brent hesitated for a few seconds. On the one hand it was a weird situation; on the other hand he was amused by the man’s naivety. He thought of a way to heat things up. A devilish grin flashed over his face. After some thoughts he posed his question. “How would your mother react if you were talking to a gay man?”
“She would definitely pray for his soul.”
“Thank you, but I don’t care for prayers,” Brent said with a twinkle in his eye.
“You’re joking, right?”
Brent bent forward to be face to face to him and whispered in a lascivious voice. “Darling, you are sitting next to the world’s greatest cocksucker. And I loved taking it up in the ass. The bigger… the better.”
The man’s jaw dropped. He glared at Brent in disbelief. But everything changed from one moment to the next. “Wow,” he said in excitement. “You’re the first gay man I’ve ever met. That’s so cool.”
“Erm…” Again, Brent needed some time to pull himself together. The reaction wasn’t the one he hoped for. He backed off. “You don’t happen to be from outer space?”
“Nah, I’m from Mystery. That’s a small – a very, very, very small town in Alaska. Anyway, I’m Tom.”
“Erm… Brent… Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you,” Tom said and shook Brent’s hand. “So you’re gay.”
“Yes… And you are not shocked? Or grossed out? Or…?”
“Why do I have to be shocked? And no, I’m not grossed out or anything,“ Tom replied. “I’m just nervous since you are the first gay man I’ve ever met. It’s just… wow. Despite your outfit you look very normal. Our old reverend used to tell that gay men were sexual predators, child molesters and that they would always wear the most expensive suits. When I came here I made sure that no men in suits got near me. But the funny thing is that there are a lot of men and even women who wear suits.”
Brent had to refrain himself from laughing. That was definitely the most stupid thing he heard lately. “You don’t get out of town very often, do you,” he remarked to his new acquaintance.
Just a few minutes ago he thought of him being a big straight fashion victim with a full beard and long curly hairs. Now he was a big straight fashion victim with a full beard, curly long hairs and a narrow-minded upbringing. They weren’t the best requirements for a friendship between him and a gay man. Nevertheless, he seemed to be a nice guy.
“To be honest, it’s my first time,” Tom said. “Never ever had the desire to leave my hometown. I was pretty content to live my life in Mystery.”
Brent had already suspected that Tom was a die-hard small town boy. He took another look at him. Big chest. Big arms. Beautiful eyes. And a childish smile. All in all Tom’s appearance had every requirement to become Brent’s new fuck buddy. But first he had to get rid of his full beard and those old-fashioned clothes and his hair was a total mess. In short, Brent had to make a desperate call to television producers to revive ‘Queer Eye for the Straight Guy’.
“And yet, you’re here,” Brent said while he was imaging him dressed in a variety of outfits that would bring out some of his best body parts.
“Yeah, that’s something that arose from the circumstances. My twin daughters always wanted to go to a university far – far, far away from home,” Tom sighed. “They were fed up with life in Mystery. And so I decided to move here to keep an eye on them.”
“That’s sweet,” Brent said.
At the same time he was surprised to hear that Tom already had adult daughters which forced to the conclusion of his current relationship status. With that Brent knew that his new acquaintance was off-limit.
“Unfortunately, they aren’t very happy about me being overprotective,” Tom admitted. “They want me to return home... They said I am not made for the big, big, big city.”
“What about your wife,” Brent asked.
“She passed away when giving birth to our daughters.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Nah, I got over it,” Tom said with a smile. “I raised our daughters. And they turned out very, very fine. My wife would be proud of my accomplishment.”
Brent had a bad feeling to be attracted to a straight widowed father of two. There was no way he would hit on him. But it wouldn’t hurt to make friends with him… and to give the small town boy a hand. “You know what? I’ve got some spare time. You want to go shopping?”
“You’re asking the wrong person.”
“No, I’m asking you who is in need for a makeover,” Brent replied. He grabbed Tom’s arm and dragged the surprised man out of his old life…
Josh on the other hand was about to stepped into the place where the people of his past life resided. They included his vengeful ex-wife and their three children, Stevie, Jo and Baby Wally. Since the day his divorce became final Josh completely embraced the gay lifestyle and reduced his visits to his family to the minimum. The last time he saw his children was on Christmas Eve. But all he did was handing them their presents before he left for a Christmas party at a gay leather bar.
Two days ago his ex-wife forced him to take care of his children for a couple of hours while she and a few of her friends were preparing the family’s relocation to her parents’ hometown. Josh reluctantly gave in.
Still, he wasn’t sure if he could handle the task. During the last three years the caring father and faithful husband were replaced by a promiscuous, adventure-loving and muscular gay leather man who was addicted to cocks. Even the judge advised him to stay away from his children. To his ex-wife’s disapproval Josh took him at his word and never looked back.
Today he asked himself if he was still capable of caring for three children on his own. He stayed in his car, recalling the days of his past life. They appeared to him like shards of a dream that were slowly fading away.
“Alright!” Josh pulled himself together. He left his car and headed to his ex-wife’s apartment.
As always, she gave him an evil look when she opened him the door. She had Baby Wally in her arms who greeted him with a shy “Hello”.
“You’re late,” his ex-wife said.
Josh was at a loss for words. The love they shared was gone. There was nothing left. Even the memories couldn’t revive the feelings that had been holding their marriage together for more than ten years. Now, they were living in two different worlds.
“At least you came,” his ex-wife remarked and looked at his outfit. “You couldn’t put on some proper clothes?”
“It’s who I am.”
“You’re still a father.”
“Let’s get over it, okay? I don’t want to fight.”
“Alright.” His ex-wife gave Josh Baby Wally.
He had some problems to hold him in his arms as his son didn’t want to leave his mother.
“No, Wally, Daddy is taking care for you. Just for today,” she told the toddler. “When you come back, Mommy will let you watch ‘Finding Nemo’.”
“Okay,” Baby Wally said.
Josh remembered the day of his birth. He was participating in his first orgy and missed the calls from the hospital. To this day he didn’t offer his ex-wife an apology. Because he thought she would never accept it. And he was right. Over the last three years he was a horrible excuse of a father. He caused damages beyond repair.
His ex-wife went to the living room to call for his eldest son Stevie and his daughter Jo. The latter was happy to see him. Stevie on the other hand made it clear that he was feeling some reluctance. He was eleven years old and he knew what was going on between his parents and the reason for their divorce.
“Hi,” he said to his father.
“What’s with that face,” he asked.
Stevie ignored Josh’s remark.
“He got into a fight yesterday,” Jo said.
“Jo,” Stevie shouted.
Much to his annoyance his sister didn’t listen to him. “He beat the boy. But the teachers were very angry at him. And Mommy, too.”
“You shouldn’t anger your mother,” Josh suggested to Stevie.
“Mind your own business,” he whispered.
His mother intervened. “Behave yourself, Stevie,” she said.
“Alright, alright.”
Josh remembered that Stevie always wanted to be with his father when they were still living under one roof. It was at a time when Josh thought he would never cheat on his ex-wife and stay in love with her for the rest of his life… He was mistaken…
And so did Cindy Miller.
Before her husband Joe disappeared without a trace on the day they were about to celebrate their 25th anniversary Cindy couldn’t imagine a life without him. And yet, she was still alive. She even regained her ability to laugh and to make plans for her future. However, there wasn’t a single day she didn’t asked if she would ever see her husband again. He was the love of her life. And as long as there was no corpse to bury she would keep on hoping for his return.
Furthermore, since her husband’s disappearance Cindy Miller had the habit to visit the mortuary on a regular basis. Last night two men passed away who matched Joe’s description.
Every time she prayed to God that it would be him lying there on the cold slab and that she would finally bid farewell. But her prayers were never answered. And today was no exception as none of the two men turned out to be Joe.
At least Cindy didn’t shed any more tears. She wanted to save them for the day she would be reunited with her husband. Until then she would keep on going.
When Cindy walked down the hallway she witnessed a tearful Lori storming out of Edward’s room. “Asshole,” the young woman shouted and slammed the door.
Cindy rushed to her. “What’s going on?”
But Lori couldn’t give her an answer. Instead she broke out in tears. And Cindy couldn’t help giving her a shoulder to cry on.
Lori needed a few minutes to calm herself down. She accepted Cindy’s invitation to take a seat in her office room and to drink a cup of tea.
“So, do you want to tell me what happened,” Cindy asked.
“Not really.”
Cindy gave Lori her cup of tea and sat down. “Thank you,” the young woman said with a constrained smile. She tried very hard to keep her perfect face intact but to no avail.
“How long are you dating him?”
“Three years?”
“Well, that’s a long time,” Cindy said. “And how’s your relationship going?”
“We just had a fight?”
“Yes…” And with that Cindy had no words.
A long silence ensued… until Lori spoke up. “I’m breaking up with him.”
“Did you make the decision before or after your fight?”
“Just this minute,” Lori admitted. “I’ve realized that we don’t fit together so well after all. He’s changed so much since... this incident.”
“His suicide attempt?”
Lori hesitated a few seconds. “No,” she stammered. “I once had a cousin… His name was Toby. He was one year younger… He was living with us when his parents died in a car accident. He was three years old at that time.” Lori caught her breath. She brushed her tears away that were rolling down her face. “Three months ago he hanged himself… I was the one who found him.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Toby and Edward were best friends since kindergarten. They were inseparable… When he died Edward was heartbroken.”
“Do you know the reason for his suicide?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to tell?”
“Some guys from our school put him on a list of students who they suspected to be gay. They created that stupid website that contained a lot of horrible stuff like fake videos and pictures. And then the bullying started… Within a year four students who were on the list committed suicide… Toby was the fourth one…”
“And since then Edward changed?”
Lori nodded her head…
Just an hour ago Brent had to bear with a load of bigot people while he was walking down the streets. But now they appeared to be gone with the wind. And the atmosphere felt more relaxed. Brent suspected Tom’s presence for being the reason everybody was acting friendly.
At the sight of the tall and muscular man Brent couldn’t wait to dress him in stylish clothes. He thought that he would look perfect in tight jeans, Ed Hardy t-shirts and cowboy boots… and some leather gear.
But before they would go shopping, Brent recommended Tom to visit a barber. They found the right one whose owner was a guy in his late 40s. He spent a lot of money to appear younger by undergoing plastic surgery on a regular basis. Almost every part of his body was the result of his doctor lover who strangely enough was called Doctor Love.
“How can I help you,” the barber asked in a feminine voice.
Tom had to force himself not to laugh when he looked at his silicon lips and his eyebrows that seemed to be painted on his forehead.
“My friend here needs a haircut,” Brent said.
The barber turned to Tom and made a disgusted expression. “Darling, I’m no genie in a bottle that is going to grant you three wishes,” he remarked. “But you can rub me all the way you want.”
Tom backed off. “Is that guy hitting on me? Dude, there’s no way I’ll let him touch my hair.”
“Touching other people’s hair isn’t the only thing I’m good at.”
Brent intervened before the conversation could turn ugly. “Darling, if you ever try to run your game on him, then you’ll have to deal with me.”
The barber hissed like an angry cat in fighting position.
“Now, be a good barber and do your job.”
“You guys are no fun,” the barber sulked. “Alright, let’s see how I can help you.”
Brent turned to Tom. His facial expression told him that he had second thoughts. Again, he grabbed his arm and pushed him on the barber chair.
“Don’t worry, Tom,” Brent said. “I’m going to watch over you.”
Still, Tom wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. He never visited a barbershop outside his hometown before. But there was no turning back when the barber finished tying the cloth around his neck and started to comb his long curly hair.
“Do you have something special in mind,” the barber asked.
Tom shrugged his shoulders. “No.”
“Hmm… What about having all your hair shaved off?”
“Hell no!”
“That’s a great idea,” Brent shouted in excitement.
“What?” Tom couldn’t believe his ears. He hoped he misheard. But that wasn’t the case. Since his teens he let his hair grow to his shoulders. The thought of him walking around with a bald head brought the sweat to his brow. He wanted to make a run for it.
“Tommy, I assure you that you will look fantastic with a shaved head,” Brent said. “Just look at David Beckham.”
“Who the hell is David Beckham?”
“The world’s handsome man on earth,” the barber replied and took out his razor. “Now, relax while I’m turning you into a hunk.”
Before Tom knew what was happening to him the first strand of hair fell to the ground…
Josh hated the playground since there were no handsome guys around. But it was the only place that came into his mind. He didn’t make any plans for today. In a matter of fact, he thought that everything would turn out fine by itself. But he was mistaken. Again.
After thirty minutes with his three children he wished he had never given in to his ex-wife’s demand.
Josh wondered why his old self was so eager to become a dad. Back then, if he had known he was in fact a closet case, he wouldn’t conceive his children in the first place. They didn’t fit in with the life he was now living. He was a gay porn actor, an escort and an exotic dancer. There was no way he could father three children under these circumstances.
Josh asked the Lord to move the clock forward by six hours. That was the exact time he promised his ex-wife to spend with his children.
Jo was playing with Baby Wally in the sandbox. They were making sand cakes while Stevie was sitting in the corner, hitting the buttons of his handheld game console. The sight of Stevie reminded Josh of a possibility to have some fun of his own.
He took out his smart phone and surfed the internet for… information.
Just a while ago three of his clients sent him a message. They wanted to arrange an appointment with him.
One of them, client number one could only get a hard-on when his fuck buddies were dressed in rubber from head to toe. Unfortunately, he wasn’t very… well-equipped. During their last fuck session Josh was forced to use a dildo that he made out of a toilet plump and one of the bed knobs. Retrospectively, if it hadn’t been for the dildo he would have been the only one without an orgasm. He remembered the knob that made him moan in pure ecstasy every time it hit his soft spot. It was big and hard – just the way he liked it.
Client number two was a millionaire from South Africa. He preferred him wearing a dog collar and rimming his ass. Then he would put him in a sling and fuck the shit out of him with his monster dick. And Josh would experience three orgasms in a row. That was the reason for him putting the African millionaire on the list of his five favorite clients in addition to his generosity and his tasty cum.
Client number three was a rich and famous Hollywood actor who identified himself as straight but had sex with men every once in a while. Lately, this guy had to deal with bad publicity. His soon-to-be-ex-wife reported him to the police for domestic violence and an attempted rape two weeks ago. Furthermore, he was heavy on drugs. Despite being a fantastic top Josh didn’t like his pompous attitude, his kissing skills and his lack of hygiene. In short: He could kiss his ass. And with that his message was deleted.
Josh’s mind returned to client number two. He recalled the first time he thrust his monster dick into his willing hole. The pain was indescribable. At the same time he was proud of himself to be able to take every inch of his member. And then his client pulled it in and out. In and out. In and out. With each thrust he speeded up. The pain subsided. And when Josh reached the first climax he saw stars. A million butterflies came into life and tried to break out of his chest. He could feel them tickling his nipples, his neck, cheeks, lips and balls. It didn’t take long until he experienced the next climax. From that point on he realized that it wasn’t just sex but a spiritual awakening. His body and soul was meant to be fucked and dominated by men like his South African client. He was gay, a slut, a sex maniac – and he loved every part of his true personality that had been hiding in a dark corner for almost thirty-two years. Just the thought of client number two turned him on. He answered his message: “Can hardly wait to ride your beautiful cock.”
“Are you bored, Daddy,” Jo asked, dragging him out from his blissful day dream. She was standing in front of him while Stevie was helping Baby Wally to climb up the ladder of the playground’s slide.
“No,” Josh replied with a fake smile.
“Do you enjoy being with us, Daddy.”
“Of course.” Again, he lied.
“Liar,” Jo said and climbed on his lap. “That’s what Stevie calls you. A big old queer liar.”
She gently touched his manicured scruff, his well-plucked eyebrows, his super-short hair and his earrings. Josh remembered that she did it all the time when she was sitting on his lap, back then when he was still married to her mother.
“Will you visit us in our new home, Daddy?”
“Of course.”
“Pinky swear?”
Without saying another word, Josh made the pinky swear. But he knew that he wouldn’t keep his promise.
“Don’t sit on his lap,” Stevie shouted. “It’s dirty!”
“No, it isn’t,” Jo shouted back.
“You will get infected!”
“Daddy isn’t sick!”
“Yes, he is!”
Josh put an end to the fight by putting Jo down.
“No, Daddy,” Jo complained.
“You’re already a tall girl,” Josh explained. “I can’t carry you anymore.”
Unknowingly, his words broke his little daughter’s heart…