High School Bully

I nuzzled up next to him. “If you thought that was awesome, just wait until you’re inside me making love.”

“You want me to fuck you?” Elliott asked.

“Of course I do, silly,” I told him. “Do you need to rest a little? I know that took a lot out of me.”

“I know. My ass is filled with what I took out of you.” Elliott began to laugh.

“Maybe you should go into the bathroom and empty out before you spill it in the bed.”

“No. I want to keep it inside me forever.”

“You know it doesn’t work that way. If you want to keep some of my seed forever, you’ll need to suck me and swallow.”

“Don’t think I won’t. It’s on my to-do list,” he said as he went to the bathroom. He closed the door.

I kept staring at the knob. I couldn’t wait for him to come back out. He wasn’t just a fuck buddy; I had real feelings for him. Could he be the one that would be my forever man?

A pounding at my door made me jump. I threw my running shorts on and hurried to it. The urgency of the pounding made me wonder whether the building was on fire.

I pulled the door open, and there stood David.

“I followed you. I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t leave it. I want a chance to know you, and for you to know me, the grown-up me, not the cognitively underdeveloped me.”

I stood there staring at him. How could this be happening? I’m alone my whole life, and now two incredibly handsome guys with completely different personalities want to get to know me. One of which treated me like trash when we were kids.

Elliott came out of the bathroom. “What was that noise?” He was still naked; although his cock had softened, he was still a hot hunk. “Why is he here?” he asked me, and then he turned to David. “Why are you here?”

“I’m searching for my heart’s desire.”

“Go look in your own fucking backyard,” Elliott snapped.

My head began to throb.

I looked back at David. “I said everything that I needed to say.” I began to close the door.

“I’m not that guy, Brad. How I wish I could change the awful things I’ve done. I know you can’t forget them. Just spend one day with me, and after that, I’ll go away if you want me to.”

Elliott began to put his clothes on. He looked up at me. “Spend a day with him. Start the time when I walk out the door. It’s the only way to know for sure. I want to stay, but I don’t want to wonder if you’d have been happier with him. I’ll be back in 24 hours for your decision.”

“You don’t have to do this,” I said.

“Yeah, I do.” Elliott walked out of the apartment. I knew I’d see him again. We worked for the same company. But would he come back tomorrow?

I looked at David. “What are you hoping to gain by this?”

“I want a chance to date you. I want to know whether we belong together. My stupidity ruined a chance for that when we were in high school. If I had come out to you, we would have been high school sweethearts.”

“Possibly. But you cannot rewrite the past.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to do. I’m not trying to make up for the wrongs I did to you. I want to expose the feeling I had for you, that I still have for you. And maybe reawaken feelings you had for me. I’m a better man today.”

My emotions were swirling. That’s why I didn’t want him around. He confused me because I still did want him. I wanted to feel his hard dick inside me, fucking me, seeding me. But I knew Elliott was a better match for me. Why did he doubt it? Did he see something that I didn't?

“Come in, David.” With those words, I set the trap. Would I be the one it snared? “Have a seat. May I offer you a glass of water?”

“That’d be nice.”

I saw him glance at the bed. He had to know that Elliott and I were fooling around. I handed him the water.

“Did you notice that I wasn’t at graduation?”

“No. Two days before graduation, my dad discovered that I was watching porn on his computer when he wasn’t home.”

“What’d he do?” David asked.

“He told me he was OK with my wanting to suck dicks and have them shoved up my ass, but he wasn’t going to put up with naked men on his computer. The thing was, I never saved anything on his computer. The history was supposed to be blanked. He drove me to the college and told the dean that I was no longer welcome in his home because I was looking at ‘dirty pictures’. He told them to send him the bill. What happened to you?”

David took a deep breath. “I confessed to Roger that I was having doubts about being one hundred percent heterosexual because of dreams I was having. I thought it would be a safe way to test things out. He told my dad I was gay. My dad beat me. He cracked my jaw and broke my arm as well as giving me a concussion. I was removed from the home, as the court says, but because I was eighteen, I wasn’t given a place to stay. It turns out that one of my grandmother’s sisters was a lesbian, so she let me stay with her. My dad went to jail, but I don’t know for how long, because I was never asked to testify. I’ve never gone back there.”

“Seems to me that had either of us confessed to the other, we might have been caught and possibly murdered. That happens to gay boys sometimes. Especially with narrow-minded parents.”

“Maybe,” David replied. “Nothing’s easy. I tried to blame my father for the way I treated you, but I did some soul searching in college and accepted the fact that I was an asshole and I made sure to change. But the way I felt about you never did.”

“I think it’s just remorse, David. You don’t know me anymore. You never really knew me then.”

“I knew you. I was at those choir recitals you had in 9th and 10th grade. I only went because you were in them. I was hoping you would go out for the drama club because those were at least fun to watch. I knew you weren’t into sports, but if you had been, I would have tried to watch your games. Hell, I took that one math class because I knew you were going to be in it.” He leaned over and touched me on the forehead to push my hair back.

Shit. My resolve was weakening. He must have sensed it because he leaned forward and kissed me. Fuck, but he had soft lips; they felt the way I had imagined them all those years ago. His hand was touching my chest and his finger was manipulating my nipple. Before I knew it, his tongue was probing my mouth. Then he attacked my nipples with his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, David, that feels so nice.” As his tongue swirled around on my chest, his hand slipped into my shorts. He knew just what to do with his fingers. I wish I had his technique when I jerked off. I was moaning, loudly when David pulled my shorts off and began the most incredible blowjob. His lips and tongue worked in unison. Back and forth and up and down and “Fucking hell!” I shouted as I blasted a load into his mouth. He swallowed the entire thing.

He sat back and smiled. I was dizzy. I had done nothing but be the object of his sexual expertise.

“Why don’t we go to bed? I’ve always wanted to fall asleep with you in my arms.” That’s what we did. He carried me to the bed. He physically lifted me from the couch as though I weighed nothing and put me down on the bed. He removed his clothes, got into bed, and spooned me. I drifted off to sleep completely drained of sperm and wondering whether I should spend the rest of my life with David.

I awoke the next morning a little confused. David had kissed my forehead and gently called my name until my eyes opened. He was wearing one of my old t-shirts and a new pair of running shorts that I’d purchase the month before.

“Hey sleepy. Go take your shower and get dressed. I’ve got some breakfast for us, and then I want us to go on a little jog.”

“A jog?”

“Yeah. I’m wearing a pair of your running shorts. I want to feel my dick bounce around in them. Fuck, but you’re sexy, even with your hair sticking up like that.”

I went to the bathroom and turned the water on extra hot. One thing about this building. The hot water always worked, and it worked well. The shower felt good. I thought about the man in the other room, the one I always wanted but had always considered evil. Would spending the day with him be as nice as the blowjob from last night? I’d planned to spend the day with Elliott. What was he doing right now?

I turned off the water, dried, and slipped into clean underwear, my royal blue running shorts, and my ‘Jaws’ t-shirt. I wasn’t a runner; I just liked to wear running shorts around my apartment and for short trips to the store. I stepped back into the main room.

“Fucking sexy legs there, Brad.”

I looked down; they were muscular but not because I did anything but walk up and down six flights of stairs every day. They were also hairier than in my youth. David came up and ran his hand from my knee up to my crotch. “I’d like to do that tomorrow, and the next day, and so on.”

“I’ll let you know my decision later.”

“I got some croissants and coffee from the bakery downstairs.”

“Their stuff is always good,” I said. I ate in silence. David kept grinning, and when I finished, he washed the cups. I retrieved my necklace wallet and unwrapped a spare one I’d purchase a few months ago and handed it to David. I put my driver’s license, a credit card, and a few twenties into the wallet, pressed the velcro closure shut. I hung it around my neck and dropped it behind my t-shirt. “I’m ready.”

“Almost set. Done.”

We headed out. I locked the door and put the key in my shoe.

“There’s that park next to the river that I want us to go to.”

I nodded, and we headed that way. David talked about the things he’d done since high school, and he asked me about my life. It didn’t feel like an interrogation, but he seemed to get me to talk very easily about things. We did a little bit of jogging at the park, and it was a little after twelve when we headed back. David bought us some chicken tenders and bottled water, so we ate as we walked back to my apartment. There were several opportunities for me to examine his butt. It was nice. It wasn’t a bubble butt, but it was muscular, and I caught myself grabbing it at one point which induced David to turn and kiss me. I wasn’t used to being kissed in public, and I felt my face flush. No one said anything, and I shouldn’t have been so self-conscious, but it made the conversation on the rest of the way back a little subdued.

We arrived back at my apartment, and David took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. “Let’s rinse off the sweat,” he said. I pulled off my clothes and dropped them in the hamper. He did the same. I tossed my wallet on the floor next to the door; he did the same. Then he lifted the lid of the toilet and emptied his bladder. I’d never watched another guy urinate, and I found it fascinating--not as interesting as watching cum spew forth--but enough that it had me staring. David made that smile again, and when he had finished shaking the last drops into the bowl. He stepped over and kissed me before turning on the water to the shower.

I was enjoying all the attention, but I was sure that I was going to tell him that he was not what I wanted for the rest of my life. We stepped into the shower, and he kissed me again, very passionately. He continued to sprinkle me with kisses as he lathered my body, and I was kissing him back. He was a great kisser.

As I rubbed his chest with the body wash, he grabbed my dick. I got instantly hard.

“I want you to fuck me with this,” he said into my ear. I knew I would.

David turned me around and pushed me forward. There wasn’t much room, but he was down on his knees washing my ass, and once it was rinsed, I felt his tongue massaging my sphincter and pushing into my hole.

I tried to keep my moans quiet, but as his tongue fucked my hole, I began to beg him to continue. Dizziness started to affect me, and he sensed my unsteadiness. He turned off the water and dried me. Then he vigorously dried himself; his semi-hard cock shook back and forth. I wanted to suck him, but he said no and took me to the bed.

He moved to the center of the mattress and handed me the bottle of lube. “Not too much,” he said, “I want to feel you stretch me open.”

I put some lube around his pucker and a thin layer on my dick. David smiled that fucking sexy smile and spread his legs. His hole begged me to fuck it. I moved closer and pushed the head of my dick against his hole. He resisted my entry. I pushed harder until the head of my cock popped into his hole.

“Fuuuuck. I didn’t think you were that big. Oh, fuck, it hurts. Keep going.” He clenched his teeth and began to pant.

I could feel how tightly his hole gripped my dick. I wanted to use more lube, but he refused. I rocked back and forth slightly, allowing more of my rod to penetrate him. Finally, with about three-quarters of my cock inside his pussy, I pulled back out and shoved myself all the way.

As my pelvic bone slammed into him, he screamed, “Fuck, yes. That’s the way it’s done. I fucking love you, Brad. I always have. I knew you’d know how to fuck me.”

I began fucking him like a power driver had been installed in my genitals. He grabbed my head and began kissing me. For the first time in my life, I wanted a longer penis so that I could fuck him more deeply. And when I came, I wanted to fill him with every drop inside me. I kept slamming into him and pumping my cock until I had no energy left. I pulled my dick out and heard a bubbly-crackling sound as my seed dribbled onto the sheets.

David rolled on top of me, his cock on my left leg. He squeezed my left knee as he pulled his legs together. He brushed his lips against my cheek. “I want to fill you with my seed.”

“Give me a second to catch my breath,” I whispered as my chest continued to heave up and down. I was thinking about which man I wanted to top me. Was it David, with his skill? Or was it Elliott, with his giggling boyish charm?

Elliott, who had never wronged me, and wanted me from when he first saw me, at least that’s what he said. Or David, the man who’d turned over a new leaf, who says he treated me poorly out of fear, or so he says.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea,” I said as David’s tongue explored my neck, chest, and abdomen before beginning to lick my taint and tease my man cunt. My eyes rolled back in my head. I heard myself mutter, ‘Fuck,’ and ‘Fuck, yeah,’ several times. I had decided that I didn’t want him to fuck me, but I couldn’t resist how good it felt. He knew how to handle a man’s pussy.

The pressure at my hole changed, and I realized that David’s cock was making its way inside me. The pleasure mounted. His dick fit me perfectly, and he began to gently move in and out of my hole.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

“Yeah,” I squeaked.

Each thrust of his cock made me gasp; it was better than it had ever been. Even as he withdrew, his dick moved over my prostate and sent shivers up and down my body. I didn’t want him to stop, and he didn’t. His endurance was incredible. He kept fucking and fucking until my cock erected and shot a load, and still, he kept fucking. I moved my legs up and locked my ankles just above his butt. He began to speed up; I saw his face tense, and I felt a strange sensation in my guts. He had come inside me, and I liked it. His sweaty body collapsed onto me.

As he did, I felt the urge to cry. I had just let the man I wanted and despised fuck me and leave his filthy sperm inside me. I felt sick to my stomach. How could I have done that? How could I have let someone who was greatly skilled at rimming take me to the next level?

I hated him. I didn’t want him. I wanted Elliott. I knew that now. I had known that last night. What a fucking idiot I was. “You need to leave, David. I shouldn’t have let that happen. I’m sorry if I let you think I wanted to be with you.”

“Brad, baby. I love you.”

“If you really do, then I am truly sorry for you. Please get out. Now.”

David stood up and looked for his clothes. His face had a look of disbelief and anger.

As he stood at the door, he turned, as though I might give him a reprieve. “Please, don’t come back.”

He went into the hall, and just as the door was about to close, I heard him mutter, “Fucking fag.”

I’d made the right choice; a weight lifted from me. Why didn’t I put my foot down last night?

I cleaned the apartment. I’d texted Elliott that David was gone. I couldn’t wait to see him. I took a shower and gave myself an enema. I wanted nothing remaining of David Johnson. I hadn’t asked Elliott to come over, but he had said he would when 24 hours were up. I hoped that he would come sooner with the news of David’s departure.

About five o’clock, there was a knock at the door; I opened it to find a puffy-eyed Elliott standing there. Had the news caused him to cry tears of joy? I smiled at him.

“I think I should stay out here.”

My heart sank. “Why?”

“I saw David outside about two hours ago. I’ve been trying to calm down.”

“Did he tell you that I told him to leave, that I never wanted to see him again?” My heart was racing.

“Did you let him fuck you?” Elliott’s tone was filled with anger.

“Yes.”

“How could you do that?” He began to cry again.

“Because I’m a fucking loser. I should have kicked him out last night. I should have begged you to stay. But I didn’t.”

“Please don’t talk to me anymore.” Elliott turned and walked away.

I closed the door and locked it. As I said, I’m a loner. I have been since middle school. I guess I’ll always be one.