I guess that the only reason I'm telling this story is that whenever I replay the events of it in my mind, I get so hard that I have to run off somewhere private to empty my ball sack.
My name is Philip and I'm 19 years old. I left for college a few months ago, thank God. Last year, this guy called Nathan was always giving me such a hard time. Whenever he saw me in the senior's lounge, he'd always call me faggot, hurl insults at me, push me out of his way, push me off the sofa or grab my lunch. He'd only do it though if he had a crowd to watch him, which was worse. If we were alone in the lounge, he'd just limit himself to saying under his breath things like, "I bet you love cock, right? Faggot slut!"
There was nothing I could do about it though because he was way bigger than me. I was pretty slender and about 5 foot 9 with a flat stomach, a smooth chest and abs, but he was far more built than I was, and he towered over me at 6 foot 2. He was also mixed race, half Caribbean, half Irish.
His bullying was really getting me down if I'm honest. He just wouldn't leave me be. I was in the closet and having this guy give me such grief, constantly shouting questions at me like "hey dude, are you fucking gay??" or "I bet you love cock you faggot ass bitch" was getting to me big time, especially when I didn't feel at all ready to tell anyone about my sexuality.
For some reason though, despite his nasty behaviour toward me, I couldn't help fantasising about him; about going down on him, having him dominate me and say things to me like "suck it bitch!" or "oh damn you fucking know how to suck it you faggot!" I found myself fantasizing about sucking him until he screamed in pleasure.
Anyway, one late Sunday afternoon, I was walking home from the barbershop when suddenly I saw Nathan on his bike. He saw me, braked and said, "Look who it is; Philip the fucking faggot!"
"Leave me alone man!" I said, to which he responded, "but you are into dick though, aren't you? Admit it! I won't say anything, it's just the two of us here!"
"I'm not a fucking faggot. Now just leave me the fuck alone!" I shouted.
By this time, he'd dismounted his bike and was standing right in front of me. I was against a wall and I have to admit that by this point I was a little scared. I kept looking around hoping to see some cars go by but nobody was driving past.
Then he said to me in a low voice, "but you would love to just try some cock, wouldn't you, you know, in your mouth, taste it, feel it getting rock hard and then sucking it while the other guy screams oh god yeah!"
Then suddenly, I felt a twitch in my pants that I couldn't control. This twitch didn't take long to turn into a full on erection and I just thought to myself, "I'm screwed". Then he noticed my bulge. I didn't know what to do or say.
"Hmmm, you seem excited to see me, fag!" he said in a low voice.
"I don't know what's happening, but please just let me go home!" I responded.
What if I told you that the thought of you sucking me off makes me so hot I wanna cum in my pants?"
"Wh-what?? I... I... I'm not into that!"
"Hahaha! I think you are! Come with me!"
My mind was telling me to run away, but like a zombie, I followed him, unable to bring myself to turn around and continue my journey home. I walked behind him for about 5 minutes, until we got to some woods. Then he led me to a den that was well hidden from view and crawled in.
To be continued...