Fat Boy Returns the Favor

By the end of the night, when it was obvious to the crowd of horny women that Gregory Azul was not coming to the high school reunion, I could see that most of the women in the room were about to lose it. It was probably the only reason why so many came out, trying to escape a night of their boring lives to relive some old high school fling.

“I knew that motherfucker wouldn’t show up,” said my former classmate and nerd buddy Cavalier taking a swig of his gin and tonic.

I would find comfort in his words, but he said the same thing about me behind my back before I snuck up on him. “I bet your ass is glad.”

“Please,” I said swatting him off. “We were kids back then. I can’t speak for him, but right now I stand as a grown-ass man. As far as I’m concern that shit is water under the bridge.”

Cavalier looked for the sincerity in my voice. It was there, just above the undetected lie I told, but the sincerity was still there.

“You’re better than me, folk. If he did half the foul shit he did to you to me, I would’ve had his ass hogtied in a basement somewhere or something like that. Shit, if he doesn’t come straight out with an apology when I see his ass, I might just feed him this five-finger knuckle sandwich right in his jaw.” Cavalier flexed his big fist.

I tried holding back my smile. I hid it behind my cup for awhile, waiting until I could put my words together without blowing my cover.

“Man, you got to let that high school shit go. It ain’t healthy for you, live your life my dude.”

“Easy for you to say,” Cavalier snapped.

“Really,” I said sarcastically as I gave him an uneasy look.

“My bad…habit. I know you got the brut end of all his shit.”

“Yeah,” I said, “and once I let it go, I became a great success with money in the bank. He’s probably so broke that he couldn’t even afford the bus fare to get here.”

“So, the motherfucker is still in town?”

I nodded. “I saw him down at the corner store a couple of weeks ago when I was bringing my mama back from her doctor’s appointment. He was leaning up against the building in front of some building next to some white boy in front of someone holding a camera. I think he was trying to make a lame-ass rap video or something since the football thing obviously didn’t work out well for him.”

We laughed.

“I see Miss Piggy’s coming to dinner at three o’clock.” Cavalier noted. “Oink! Oink!”

I saw Valene coming at me with those hungry eyes. I brushed it off, and looked back at Cavalier, looking as if we were talking about something important. I caught game about an hour earlier. When the girls got the sense that he might not be showing up, they decided to entertain themselves by scanning the parking lot to find out who was driving what. And when word got around that I was driving the late model Bentley convertible, I had to stop the bitches from scraping their knees on the floor trying to get to my dick.

I didn’t mind it from the rest of those chickenheads. They just didn’t know any better. But from Valene it just made me sick to my stomach.

She was just one of a handful of white girls that went to school in our predominately Latin neighborhood. She was as skinny as a twig and as country as all outdoors, but she was sweet. She let me fuck her once for the brief moment in time when my tormentor and I were cool, but as soon as I started to catch genuine feeling for her, she decided that it was a great idea to fuck him and his whole crew behind my back.

“Hey Rondell,” she smiled widely.

“Wassup,” I nodded, like she was some strange dude on the street and turned back to Cavalier.

“You look good.”

I was still a big dude but carried the weight differently than I did back in high school. I was masculine and muscular with it like a fit linebacker nowadays in oppose to the asthmatic blob that huffed his way down the hall.

“Thanks.”

I thought she was going to keep it moving after she spoke her peace, but she stood there waiting on me to compliment her back, waiting on me to give her an in that I might be interested after she spent two of her paychecks from Family Dollar trying to front like she was doing some more with her life. She was no different than the rest of the chickenhead there who were overweight, working a minimum wage job, and after doling out the pussy like free lunches there wasn’t a man in sight that would fuck them if they paid them.

“What’re you doing these days?” Valene asked.

“Working and getting plenty of money,” I put it out there bluntly.

“Married?”

“Nope…and don’t plan to either. I’m having too much fun sampling pussy like a certain bitch I knew back in the day that like sampling brown dick. Speaking of which, I see you got dressed up for Gregory Azul and his crew. Maybe they can sneak you up one of their hotel rooms and fuck you for old time sakes.”

“That’s mean!”

“It’s true.”

“Fuck you then, Rondell! I thought you were one of the nice ones.”

“Yeah, I am. I’m just not a dumb lame that will go for anything, especially somebody’s rotten leftovers!”

“How could you be so mean?” Valene started to cry.

“Man, get out of my face with that shit!” I waved her off and sent her on her way.

And while it made me feel good getting that off of my chest, I felt even sicker to my stomach for letting Valene go off like that. I shouldn’t have blamed her for getting caught up with him. We were kids. He was popular and persuasive and could charm anyone into doing just about anything. Back in school, she was an awkward misfit just like me. She just wanted to fit in, and even I have to admit that he was a great ticket.

“And what happened to all that big talk about high school shit being high school shit.” Cavalier reminded me. “You might as well admit it, folk. You know you got that bitch-ass punk tied up in the basement somewhere.”

“You’re right.” I conceded.

I should’ve known better than anybody that Gregory used her for his amusement and threw her away like the rest of his conquests. Gregory was only out to fuck anything with a pair of legs—even me—which was why I didn’t feel bad about the revenge I was planning on getting on him before the night was over.

*          *          *          *

Gregory was an annoying brat that plagued most of my childhood that only seemed to get out of hand the last year of junior high. He got knocked down a peg or two freshman year of high school by some of the seniors, but quickly came back up in rank sophomore year when he got accepted on the junior varsity basketball team. After he proved himself there, he dove into football like a maniac working on his scholarship into college and hopefully a career in the NFL. While his passion for the game was revving up, mine was dying down because my asthma was just getting out of control with my lungs picking and choosing when it wanted my inhaler medicine to work.

Because I didn’t want risk inducing asthma attacks that I could barely control, I sat out of playing football. I got joned left and right for not putting my huge size to work in the name of school pride with Gregory being the ringleader. I could roll with the punches when it was just Gregory and his crew because as far as I was concern it was no big deal. But then, because he was the winning star, he got the coaches in on that action too, and they started dogging me. Having me to do extra laps and shit during PE, saying that if I worked on my body as half as good as I worked on my last cheeseburger that I could control my asthma and be in tiptop shape. Not realizing that the opposite was true. I think those motherfuckers honestly thought they were motivating me to do better, but after being humiliated constantly in front of the entire school it left me feeling pretty low each and everyday. And because the coaches were doing it, it also gave other kids throughout my school the license to do the same.

The most humiliating thing of them all was getting so sweat and musty after working out that I was forced to take a shower after the fact. While it might be a fantasy for most fags, for a fat boy it was truly a living nightmare. Not only did I have a protruding gut I had to contend with, but my chest flapped over it. Not like I had a pair of titties, but I was definitely heavy-chested and not so proud of it, leaving me to shower in a private corner in the communal area.

I guess was naïve to think that things couldn’t go any further than they had gotten with Gregory and his crew, choosing from snapping me with their army of wet towels to hiding my washcloths to stealing my bar of soap and rubbing it in their crotches and cracks daring me to use it, or whatever cruel shit they could unleash on me in mass. But even they found a new way to screw with me when they stole my towel and pulled down the fire extinguisher. I tried going back into the locker room to get my clothes, but the door was locked and with no way to cover up nor anyone around to ask for help, I cautiously searched for an adult to help me out only to be gazed upon by the whole school. While I was thoroughly embarrassed by my upper body, I was one of the fortunate few that had an overdeveloped dick that plopped out of my groin like a stunted third leg, leaving a few less taunts to deal with in the sea of gasps and giggles.

I didn’t miraculously become popular after that. I was still a fat boy that knew how to stay in my lane. Oddly enough, however, Gregory became a little nicer to me after that. I didn’t know what to make of it, at first, but he seemed really sincere about it. He even apologized for all the bullshit he put me through. Though, he was still adamant about keeping up appearances in front of his crew as long as I continued to fall back from being a jock. I understood the pecking order and respected that, hoping that he would fall back just a little in picking on me. He did, to the point that we found ourselves tossing the old pigskin in the afternoon and on the weekends. We began to grow fond of each other to the point, he was inviting me over to his house to hang out. Whenever we were alone, in his room, I started to notice him giving me these creepy glares. I didn’t know what to make of them. I tried my best to ignore them. Then, one day, we were sitting on the edge of his bed playing video games when he just got lost in the trance. I start to ask him what was up, but then he grabbed my face and started to kiss me. I have to say that I was thrown in the moment because I didn’t know if this was real or some sick dream. Being that I was raised in a strict Muslim household, I immediately jumped up ready to pound him for that gay shit when he started crying out and apologize. Before I could get him straight on some shit, he was on his knees slurping on my dick. My head tried to get my mouth to tell him that this was some kind of an abomination, but my dick was telling my head to shut the fuck up and enjoy it. The next thing I know, Gregory started fumbling with my balls and I’m spraying my nutt all across his squared face. That should’ve been it, but it wasn’t. He then decided to go back in on my dick to squeeze some of the last drops out of it. I was scared shitless after that first time, but not enough not to come back for more.

After about six weeks of our little arrangement, I started to feel guilty about never offering to reciprocate. It wasn’t like I was all that interested in doing it anyway, but I somehow got it fixed in my teenage head that if I didn’t do something other than stand there that he was going to stop copping my joint. So, I made the play, but I could suck him off like he sucked me off. I put it in my mouth and rolled it on my tongue. Even worst, he looked more aggravated than anything else. Five minutes later, I apologize to him telling him that I would have to make it up to him some other kind of way. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. He stepped on over to his dresser and came back with a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube. He continued to tell me to lie back down on his bed, spread my legs open just a bit. So I do. He’s sucked me off before like this plenty of times. So I think nothing of it. So when he goes in for the oral kill, he pulled off just before I’m ready to bust my nutt. I was just about to get ready to cuss him out when he squirted this cool lube on my dick, dressed it up in a condom, and squirted some more lube on it. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was about to go down next. But even knowing what I knew it was still hard to believe that I had Gregory Azul bouncing on my dick like Tigger the Tiger. And with him working his tight ass like a pro, I flooded the tip of the condom and was still coming after I snatched it off. I was so exhausted that I couldn’t move.

Looking back on it, that was the plan all along, because he started lubing up my hole and started fucking me. I can’t say that I did or didn’t enjoy it, as I was just stunned with this strange object punching my guts until he got off.

While Gregory and I were somewhat cool after that, the dynamics of our budding friendship changed. He started to become more of an arrogant asshole when his crew was around, and more considerate when it was just us. Unfortunately, that only lasted just about a good season before he started playing Russian roulette with our sex lives at school. It was hot sneaking off and getting it whenever we could, but I was the one left to take the bullet whenever a couple of my tormenting coaches got wind of our exploits and decided to use it against me, choosing to fuck me at will and joning me in front an audience when I refused. I wasn’t expecting Gregory to come in and save the day, but I thought had enough of his respect not to call me a ‘fat faggot’ or slam my face into my food tray just for kicks.

Fast forward a couple of decades to about two weeks ago. I just happened to be in the old neighborhood. I was bringing my mama back from her doctor’s appointment when I saw Gregory leaning against the side of the old corner store next to this white boy. Gregory looking like a wannabe thug wasn’t the one that caught my eye as much as the clean-cut white boy lifting up his shirt did. Even though I didn’t know a whole lot of white people personally, I knew I knew the white guy from somewhere. Where was still a mystery to me until I saw a third guy stand in front of Gregory and the white guy with a small camera in his hand. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand why the guy was even bothering to take a picture of the two of them there with so much revitalization going on in the neighborhood. But as I continued to look on, I saw that the man wasn’t taking a picture of the two of them, he was filming them.

“It can’t be,” I said, shaking my head, putting the pieces of the puzzle together.

Fortunately, I wasn’t in my drop top that day, but in a more practical car that blended in with the scenery. I reached back and pulled my laptop out of my briefcase and proceeded to turn it on. I couldn’t think of the name of the website where I knew the white guy from. I played a little trial and error, visiting a couple of the hookup sites praying that the banner ad for that particular site came up. It didn’t feature the white boy, but it gave me hope of where to look. Just when I was about to confirm what I suspected, I saw of the three of them go up about two blocks and then cut behind the old, abandoned boxing gym.

Being that I felt I had a strong clue of what the three men were up to, I parked my ride across the street from the park and high-tailed it over to a neighboring building where I scaled the fire escape to get the perfect view. When I was a teenager, it used to be the spot where we could look over and watch some of the older dudes get their action on with some of the streetwalkers. I got up to the roof just in time to see the guy with the camera film the white boy sucking Gregory off. No big deal, right? What was a big deal was watching the white guy put Gregory on his back on top of a low-rise staircase and dick him down in front of the camera. White boy had to have been digging him out good because Gregory was moaning and groaning so loud that it was bouncing off of the buildings in the alleyway. I was so in awe of this sight that I almost forgot to grab my camera to film this for myself.

My original thought was to get focus in well enough to show it was him so I could embarrass him for our class reunion. Instead, it dawned on me, that why embarrass him when I could humiliate him just as well.

It took a little finagling, but after I was able to track him down discreetly through the website his little fuck film would be featured on and going through the painstaking task of luring him over to one of the properties I was renovating, my revenge was like money in the bank.

*          *          *          *

I looked over at Cavalier handling the projector showing some of the pictures that had been collected over the last twenty years since high school days. It was odd thinking about the time passing so fast like that, but at the same time it looked like we were lost in some delusional time warp. I think the strangest thing however, looking at some of those pictures and thinking that it was probably the highlight of most of my classmates’ lives as it was apparent that a lot of them went downhill from them with their expanded waistlines, rotten marriages, and bratty kids. And even sadder, that for many of them, Gregory was a major part of that.

Not for long, though, I thought, thinking of their wonderful brown god falling from grace.

A warm smile came over me as I saw the man I hired come up behind Cavalier and handed him a note along with a flash drive.

Cavalier looked at the items and then over at me, waiving me over. I couldn’t imagine what he wanted to talk to me about as I tried to keep my distance from the situation that was about to go down.

“What?”

“You won’t believe this.” Cavalier said, holding the flash drive. “This motherfucker sent an errand boy to apologize for his absence at this damn thing and wants me to play a video on here to explain why. Man, I ought to throw this shit in the garbage.”

“Hell, no,” I slipped up. “I mean, give ‘em what he wants. I sort of got a feeling that whatever it is folks aren’t going to look at him the same way again anyway.”

Cavalier paused and let my words sink in. He knew I knew something by the way he looked at me with his humorous face, but he was smart enough not to question me on it.

“Okay, folk.” Cavalier said cautiously, sort of curious about the suspense I had him in.

Cavalier took his station back behind the projector and waited for the slideshow to play itself out before asking one of the guys to bring him a wireless microphone.

“How’s everybody doing tonight?” Cavalier asked the audience who shouted wildly in response. “I hate the ruin the flow of the show, but I got a special announcement to make. The man that mostly everybody came to see tonight couldn’t make it, but he took the courtesy of sending us something on video to tell us why. I would love to play it for you guys if you want it?”

Of course, they did, showing it by their hoots and hollers.

Even though I knew what was on the flash drive, I was about to pee in my pants in anticipation.

It took a second for Cavalier to get everything set up and going, but when he did the room sat silent looking at the front of the ballroom and the lingering black screen.

I purposely kept the video black for about a minute or so to keep everyone in suspense before I showed an image of Gregory Azul splayed out on the couch, looking comfortable as hell. “High school was one of the best times of my life.” He stated proudly to the camera. “I ate, I fucked, and I sometimes squeezed in a nap.”

The class watching him laughed.

The screen moved over to this beautiful scene of this big black booty girl bouncing up and down on some dick.

The class gasped, more in surprise than being offended before the camera went back to Gregory on the couch.

“What I enjoyed most about high school was that I got away with some crazy shit, some crazy shit.” Gregory admitted to the camera.

“Like what?” An anonymous voice asked.

“I had girlfriends in every grade level. Shit, I was fucking teachers and substitutes alike in every grade level I could get a hold of. Behind the bleachers, in the stands, in the janitor’s closet, on the roof, in the field, in the cut, in the classrooms, in the hallways, wherever. It didn’t matter if they were married or not, saved or not, they gave me that pussy all because I knew how to play ball.”

A short little collage began to play from photo to photo highlighting his high school football career.

The camera shot back at Gregory on the couch.

“I don’t know what the big deal was because it wasn’t shit to me. I like balls and I knew how to play them well.”

“Balls?” The man behind the camera asked, as a clip showed a graphic clip of Gregory soaking up a pair of hairy black balls with his mouth and then moving over to him deep throating a gargantuan brown uncut dick.

“Yeah, balls,” Gregory said with the camera back on him on the couch. “Even when I was tearing up pussy all throughout high school, all I could think about was a nice hard dick and a pair of balls between my lips!”

The clip held there for a moment before the rap music cued and started into this forty-eight second montage of many dicks of color Gregory took in his mouth on camera before ending with a picture of him with a hefty dick in his mouth and cum drooling out of the crease of his lips.

“Shit, I ain’t got no shame in it.” Gregory said to the camera from the couch. “Don’t get me wrong, I like pussy. If it didn’t get me into trouble popping out all these bastard kids I’m behind in child support on, I would love it even more. But even if that wasn’t the case, my first love would still be dick.”

The video started in on a new montage that was four times as long as the dick-sucking one that featured Gregory taking dick every which way he could from a single dick up the ass to being tag teamed on both ends by them with some of the best quality angle shots that I could ever hope for.

“As I said before,” Gregory said, on his seated position on the couch. “I love dick. It doesn’t matter if it’s brown dick, white dick, red dick, black dick, yellow dick, whatever. Shit, it can be orange or Azul dick, or whatever, as long as it squirts baby batter, I’m good as fuck.”

The video went back to a montage of a variety of colorful dicks spraying their loads all over his face, his back, and his ass, with one of the most pertinent shots being of a guy fucking him fucking him on his back on a couch, pulling his dick out of Gregory’s ass and feeding it to him. But it didn’t end there, with some real good shots him pushing cum out back out of his butt hole.

“How did I get turned on to dick?” Gregory repeated the cameraman asked him, back on his throne on the couch, chuckling. “My high school coaches turned me on to getting fucked. They said that if I wanted to play ball then I better start on theirs. So, I did, and the better I got with playing with theirs the better I got playing with whatever they put in my hand.”

The video switched over to a very short clip of Gregory pumping two dicks belonging to some hairy daddy types in his hands.

“Shit, no they didn’t fuck me at once. Though, I did have this fantasy that all the big dudes at my school and those that I played against would’ve just tied me up and fuck me silly.”

A quick clip appeared of a naked Gregory tied to a wall with his legs spread open above his waist with a hungry asshole mimicking a pussy.

“If these dudes are still around and want to get at me. I wouldn’t mind missing my official high school reunion for it to have an unofficial reunion of my own. It’s better than getting another bitch knocked up when I can get some hard dicks to knock my ass up.”

The clip returned to him being tied to the wall except for my wide back and big ass pumping feverishly into his, moaning like a little bitch in heat.

The women gasped and gagged in shock while some of Gregory’s running buddies started groaning that their “ace boon coon” didn’t have to go out like that! 

The lights came on almost drowning out the surprise message that came up on the screen with an invitation to make it happen with the address to the property where he was tied up in the basement ready and greased to be fucked.

*          *          *          *

When I cruised by my investment property shortly after the reunion to see if there were any takers to Gregory’s invite, I was surprised to see the bulk of my male classmates (including those that acted like they were disgusted) standing outside of the townhouse waiting entry.

I guess there were a number of them that had beef with Gregory just like I did, or liked some good ass like I did.

As I found a parking spot, I saw Cavalier walking on up beside me.

“I see that you ain’t let that high school shit go,” he laughed.

“Neither have you.”

“I never said that I did. In fact, I ain’t even gay, but I’m going to fuck his ass just like it was pussy…just for the hell of it.”

“Bet it feels better to you than giving him that five-finger knuckle sandwich you were talking about giving him earlier.”

“I bet it do!”