John The Bigot

I went recently with Mike to a meeting of the socialist collective. Don't ask. It's what you do for a mate. Mike has very specific views when it comes to world policy, despite being a lawyer now.

And they reflect my views to, for the most part. Equality, without it, ultimately, we won’t survive as a race of people.

We were at a table with an incredible bigot and homophobe, who looked like a clean cut young Liberal, one of those fresh-faced Mormons who come out in twos. Let's call him John, because his name was John. He banged on and, amongst other rants, started on about how it was only as a result of the lefty academics that homosexuality was taken of the mental afflictions list.

I listened with fascination, I'm sure my mouth was hanging open. Mike nudged me a couple of times as if to say don't get involved he is just a moron.

But when he said, "Homosexuality is positively correlated with the mental disorder paedophilia, and all fags are prone to molesting children," I couldn't hold my tongue.

"Yeah, your sixteen year old sons are who we go after the most, haired up like a man, but still tight like a little boy."

At this point, his mouth dropped open. Yeah, fuck you moron, I thought.

"And at that age, they are all hormone’d up and willing to try anything to get rid of the ache between their balls."

"Fucken perverts," he spat.

"It's about that age that our recruitment teams swing into action."

Mike nudged me again, but this time he was telling me to shut up. I looked around and everybody else's mouth on the table had dropped open.

“It is all a part of the gay agenda, people like you like to bang on about.”

Then the other's at the table realised and started to laugh.

“People like me?” said John.

“Yeah, those of you who promote the gay agenda more than anybody else.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“We had a meeting, and we decided it was you.”

“What meeting,” said John. “What are you talking about?”

The rest of the table was laughing.

John looked around and he realised they were laughing at him.



Late in the night, when John had got really drunk and I had gone out to the car to get the spare packet of cigarettes, John apparently followed me.

I was sitting in the passenger seat with me feet out on the gravel of the driveway, having just got the cigarettes out of the glove box, just about to get up and return inside.

"You're so fucken smart," he slurred, "Why don't you blow me?"

John looked like a Nordic athlete.

"Come over here then," I said. I thought he was kidding, trying to be funny.

He looked nervous, I think he expected a fight. But, he stepped towards me.

"Closer."

My heart began to race. I was somewhat stunned. You might say that I must be kidding, but I so wanted to. He stepped around the door. I reached for the waistband of his pants. Thick thighs, nice bulge. He pulled his crotch away from me. I raised my hands as if to say, fine, I don't care. He stepped closer again. He was swaying like a drunk. He was shaking, I could see that.

I reached for his waistband again, he didn't pull away. I undid the clasp and unzipped his trousers. He had on striped jocks. I pulled his already hard cock out and slipped the tip of his uncircumcised knob into my mouth. It tasted sour. I sucked the head gently, he moaned. The sour flavour was gone.

"Yeah." I felt his hands in my hair. "Take it all."

I slid my mouth down the entire length of his thick shaft. He moaned again.

I sucked him up and down.

Nice dick, John, I thought.

I could taste the precum dribbling out the end of his cock at the back of my throat. He began to gasp for breath and tried to force my head down on him. I pulled off, just as his first spurt flew through the air. He blew a bucket load. There was lots of cum dribbling down his shaft.

Suddenly, his fist was swinging at me.

"FUCK YOU!"

I pulled my head back and he missed me and his fist collided with the A-pillar hard. He yelped.

I pushed him away and he rotated as he fell and landed on all fours on the ground. I leapt onto him and pushed his face into the dirt.

"How would you like to be fucked, just like this?" I slid my hand over his sensuous arse and ran the tips of my fingers hard down the indentation in the back of his pants. I leant close to his ear. "Faggot!"

I got up and brushed myself down. He remained face first on the ground. I turned and headed back inside to find Mike, as I did, I heard him vomit.

I said bad Josh. I'm not sure if I was disgusted, or pleased with myself. Sucking off the enemy. His cock was nice to suck, I knew that much. But, had I done a good thing, I wasn't sure? I shook my head. It was hot, but was it a good thing? Maybe, it helped him come to terms with stuff. Maybe? Maybe not? I didn't feel pleased with myself, as I headed back inside. I could still taste his cum on my lips as I rejoined the party.

Mike was impressed when I told him. But, Mike is a... um… er… enthusiast of the highest order.

I saw John a bit later, he wasn't saying much. He wouldn't meet my gaze.

I think I felt disgusted with myself.