My School Bully

School had been shit, as per usual. 

I hated this fucked-up place. Hated it with fury and passion. I hated the people, I hated our new house, I hated dad for his stupid new job, I hated mom for going along with him and taking his side, and most of all I fucking hated my new school. 

Even the weather was shit. I had a fifteen minute walk after the bus dropped me, and it was raining, and some dick had taken my coat and hidden it, so I was soaked through already. 

That was the theme of this small town shit place: bully the new kid. Take his coat, glue his locker shut, hide his school bag, and more recently just push him around and take his lunch money. 

I trudged along the sidewalk, wet and gloomy like the weather. As I rounded the final corner before home, he was there, right in my path. 

My bully. 

My heart sank. I’d had enough of being tormented today, but it seemed the universe wasn’t done with me. I paused momentarily, then trudged onward to whatever awaited me.  That’s the way of things when you’re a teen schoolboy.  You just keep moving forward and life happens. It’s shit. 

As I got closer I realised he must have come off his bike. I could see the chain was off and I could see his school pants were ripped at the knee. He was standing, holding his bike like he didn’t know what to do, his foot slightly raised off the ground like his leg was hurting him. 

I should have felt good about it, but I didn’t. That was my problem, I was too fucking nice. I never wanted to see anyone hurt. As dad often told me when I complained about the kids at the school, I was such a pussy. 

As I got closer he noticed me walking towards him. I could almost see him roll his eyes. He was bigger than me, of course.  One of the most popular kids.  Tall, muscular, dark hair styled immaculately, rich parents, a sporting hero.  Yeah, yeah, yeah…whatever. 

I was the nerdy kid.  Short.  Boring brown hair.  Boring brown eyes. Skinny. Under-developed in almost every way. I hated sport, which was good because I was shit at everything. The only thing going for me was that I was clever. I’m sure that would get me laid one day, in about 20 years. 

I stopped before I got to him, far enough away that I was out of reach. “‘Sup?” I said.  Play it cool.  Walk on by.  We need never speak of this….

He raised his chin and kind of gestured at me.  No words. He looked pained and I could see blood around the hole in the knee of his pants.  I had a sudden pang of sympathy which I found annoying. 

“You…. You need any help….?” I said tentatively. It pissed me off to hear myself say it, but I guessed maybe a little kindness could go a long way.  My grandma used to say that. I liked her. 

He looked at me, his big steely blue eyes narrowed like he was trying to assess the situation, trying to establish my intentions, probably trying to decide whether to beat me up just because he could. 

I was on the verge of walking on, trying to get past him and never looking back, when he spoke. 

“I hit the kerb. Came off.” 

Yeah I got that, dummy. Out loud I said “Oh. Shit” 

“Fucked my bike up. Think I fucked my knee up too.” He said and it looked like telling me that hurt more than his knee. 

We both stood there looking at each other, nothing between us but the pouring rain. He wasn’t wearing a coat either, nothing but his white school shirt.  It was as soaked as my hoodie and I could see his rippling abdomen, pink beneath the wet fabric.  His perfect hair was dripping wet and stuck to his head, making him look younger than usual.  He seemed like a normal kid, not the fearsome asshole he was at school. 

I rolled my eyes, at myself, at what I was about to do.  Like dad said, I was such a pussy. 

“Hey, I live just down there.  You want to come in and get dry?”  I paused.  He said nothing but his expression seemed to soften, his eyes squinting less.  “We can sort your knee out and maybe I can help fix up your bike.  I’m good with bikes.” Of course I was good with bikes.  I was an engineering genius and bikes were simple. It was the rest of life that I was unqualified for. 

There was another awkward pause. He knew he’d been a bastard to me and I could see him processing it. Eventually he plucked up the courage to ask “Why would you do that?” He seemed genuinely interested, curious to find out why I’d offer to help the guy who’d fucked me over every day for a month. 

I shrugged.  “I’m not an asshole” I said with more vehemence than I intended.  It came out like, “you’re an asshole, but I’m not”. I winced a bit. I figured I might get his fist for that. 

He chuckled and that surprised me. “Fair enough” he said.  There was a rumble in the distance.  Apparently the rain was going to turn into a storm before it got any better. The rain started to come down even harder and the wind started to pick up. 

I rolled my eyes again.  Life had a fucking weird sense of humour, that was for sure.  “Come on” I said.  I took the handlebars of his bike off him and pushed.  He paused, then turned and limped along beside me, the bike between us. 

“You live here?” He asked. 

“Yup” I said. 

“You mom or dad home?” He asked. 

I sighed.  They wouldn’t be, not until late and probably not until after I’d gone to bed. I didn’t really want to tell him that until I realised he was only asking in case I’d told them about him, about my bully. 

I stoped walking, turned to face him, and feeling bolder than I had ever felt I said “No, so you don’t have to worry about either of them saying anything to you about you bullying me every day since I got here.” 

There was real venom in my voice that really surprised me.  What surprised me even more is that he looked stung by that. I turned back to the path and carried on walking.  He paused again, probably shocked, but he carried on with me. 

“Okay then.” He said quietly, and we left it at that. 

We got to my house in a minute.  I stowed his bike around the back and opened the side door, got us both in out of the wet. We stood dripping in the utility room like pair of half-drowned rats.  I looked at him and he met my gaze.  He smiled at the scene and I couldn’t help but smile too.  We both burst out laughing, bully and victim, standing there absolutely soaked through to the skin, dripping all over the floor. 

“Fucking weather!” I said as we recovered from the jag of laughter. 

“Yeah, it’s always like this, this time of year. I hate this place.” He said. 

I looked at him. “I hate it more.” And I knew he understood what I meant by that. 

“Yeah…” he said slowly, an almost apologetic look on his face. “I get that.” There was another awkward pause before he said, “You got a towel or something I could borrow?”

I laughed again.  He did too. “I don’t think a towel will cut it” I said. “Come on, get out of those things and I’ll shove them in the dryer. We’ll go upstairs and get dry.”

We both started to strip out of our wet things.  My hoodie, my shirt. I was embarrassed to show my slight frame, my lack of defined muscles like the popular kids had.  I winced as I unfastened my pants and started to peel them down my legs.  I was wearing an old pair of briefs, last year’s or maybe older.  They were white with coloured shapes on them, kids bikini briefs, too small and tight, but I hadn’t sorted out my laundry and when I got dressed this morning, that’s all there was.  How fucking embarrassing. 

It was too late to stop now.  I stripped down to my underwear and turned to find him staring at me. He snapped out of it and blushed, like he’d been caught or something.  He finished stripping off his shirt, showing his nicely defined chest and abs, then he peeled his own pants off.  He was wearing boxers, much more grown-up and appropriate.  He had the body of an awesome teenager and to my mind, I looked like a kid in comparison. Fucking typical. 

As his pants came off I could see that he’d scraped his knee.  It wasn’t too bad, but the graze needed cleaning and he’d have a bad bruise for a while. It was already starting to swell.  Something to show off at school, I guess.

“Come on” I said, tearing my eyes away from his torso. I walked quickly through the house and started up the stairs.  I was super conscious of my little ass, barely concealed by these stupid briefs, wiggling along behind. It was worse walking up the stairs, knowing that he was eye-level with it.  And he looked so mature in his sopping wet boxers, too. 

I grabbed us a towel each and we dried our hair and bodies. I couldn’t help but watch as he rubbed the towel over his chest and arms and I I felt his eyes on me as I did likewise. I figured he was wondering how a person or our age gets to be such a skinny runt and it was embarrassing.  Worse, I was started to feel a tingle right behind my balls as I looked at his almost-naked body.  Jesus, I thought, not now! This was not the time….

He wrapped the towel around his body and reached under it to pull down his wet boxers.  I watched intently, unable to take my eyes off the spectacle.  He stepped out of them, stood and found me staring at him. I blushed, of course, and he smiled.  It was a warm and friendly smile and his face seemed to light up in a way I’d never seen before, which annoyingly made me blush even more. 

“You need help there?” He asked with a lop-sided grin. He held his boxers up as if to say “I got mine….”

I took a deep breath, wrapped my towel around me and reached under it just like he had done. It was harder to pull these things off, they were so tight. I wiggled, getting them down a little way past my ass, and then disaster struck!  My wiggling had loosened the towel and it just fell away. One second it was there coving me up, the next it was sliding silently to the bathroom floor. I was too slow to grab it. 

There I was, wet bikini briefs pulled down to mid-thigh, my towel on the floor. He could see everything, my cock, balls, pubes, everything.  I turned away and realised I was now showing him my ass and, skinny as it was, I knew everything would be on show.  I was in a panic and I didn’t know what to do. 

Suddenly he slapped my bottom. He was chuckling.  He bent down and picked up the towel and handed it to me.  He sank down to his good knee and slid my tight, wet underwear down my legs until I stepped out of them and hurriedly covered myself with the towel.  

“Don’t worry” he said cheerfully. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”  

We looked at each other.  He was smiling in an odd way and I wasn’t.  I was bright red and I didn’t know what to do or think.  But it was done now. 

He bent down and collected both our pairs of underwear from the floor where they lay.  I almost stopped to say it was okay, I’d get mine, but it seemed foolish so I remained silent.  

“Shall we put these wet things in the dryer?” He asked

I nodded, still flushed red, still in awe of him casually slapping my bottom, stripping my briefs off me, holding them in his hand. 

He gestured that I should lead the way and I did.  My towel kept slipping and I kept having to stop to sort it out. I was too skinny to keep the damn thing in place.  Every time we stopped he seemed to be smiling. I wondered if he was mocking me. 

We got back to the utility room and I bundled all our clothes into the dryer.  I kept one hand on my towel to keep it in place. I was still flushed red, I was frustrated and I was being clumsy and it was annoying the hell out of me. 

I was just closing the door when he handed me his wet boxers and my stupid briefs. I had forgotten them. I reached out to take them and our fingers touched for a second, sending me blushing again.  What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Hey” he said as I had my back to him.  “You’re not upset that I smacked your behind, are you?  I was just….playing.” there was a pregnant pause where I froze on the spot and he seemed confused about what to say next. 

Finally it came out.  “I’m sorry” he said and I knew he meant for more than the light slap. 

I almost fainted.  Sorry….? Is that a word he even knew….?  It was the nearest thing to a miracle I figured I would ever witness. 

I regained control of my arms and shoved the underwear in with everything else, shut the door and turned on the timer.  I turned back, knowing I was still blushing.  

He was standing there all casual, his dark hair all messed up, his cheeks flushed from the cold and wet, his chest and stomach looking awesome.  He was like some teen model about to do a beachwear shoot.  It caught my breath for second.  I didn’t know why.  

“I…just….” I stammered.  “I was just….you know….about being naked….I’m not fit like you.”  I almost died.  Why the fuck had I said that last part?  

I expected him to rib me mercilessly even if we were in my own home, but he didn’t. He smiled again in that lop-sided way and he shrugged.  “It’s all cool” he said. “We both have the same parts….besides, you look nice.”

I blushed furiously and even his cheeks coloured up.  I needed a way out quickly so I said “Hey let’s clean your knee up” and marched out of the room, hoping he would follow, trying to get my breath and chill the fuck out. 

I led him into the kitchen-diner and sat him down in a small couch we had in a comfy space at one end of the room. I grabbed the medical kit from the cupboard by the sink and got on my knees in front of him. I grabbed one of those antiseptic medical wipes, he moved the towel out of the way to expose his knee, and I started to clean him up.  

As I worked, cleaning little bits of grit from the shallow wound, I realised I could see up his leg to his groin.  I could see his scrotum and his dick, right there, nestled between his athletic thighs. 

The lower half of his legs were hairy, but less so above the knee.  They were kind of manly, unlike my almost hairless legs.  I kept flicking my eyes upwards to look. His dick was kinda manly too and I noticed his pubes were neatly trimmed, clipped nice and short. Mine was just a thatch of hair growing above my cock.  My balls were still almost hair-free.  

Everything slowed down. I gently continued to wipe around his graze, one hand using the antiseptic wet-wipe and the other touching him behind his knee, holding him in place.  As I watched his dick began to twitch, to swell. I could almost feel his pulse quicken as blood rushed to his groin.  I was almost detached as he started to get hard. It was weird to watch, but I was fascinated.  I couldn’t tear my eyes away. 

It swelled up then began to stand up, poking out between the gap in the towel. My breath became shallow and my own pulse started to pound in my ears. I wondered why I was looking, why I was thinking that his cock looked so damn nice. 

His legs twitched and that brought me out of it.  I looked up to find him looking down at me. Our eyes met and everything stopped.  He was definitely blushing now and I was a deep pink from the base of my neck to my cheeks.  

He seemed on the verge of saying something, but unable to get it out.  I had no idea what was happening.  

His knees went slack and his legs opened a little, making his balls shift position and allowing his dick to stand fully erect. I looked to it, then back into his blue eyes, then back to his dick.  There was a tiny bead of precum forming and it seemed to be drawing me in.  Suddenly, without any idea what the fuck I was doing or why, I knelt forward, leaned down, and put my lips around it.  

I was there and it was in my mouth before I knew what was happening.  I closed my eyes, sure I would never live this down, wondering if I’d made a mistake, but the retribution I expected never came.  I closed my eyes. I let my head sink lower while I worked out what to do.  

He moved one hand, gently, and ran fingers through my hair above the back of my neck.  He allowed his legs to fall all the way open.  With his fingers he applied the slightest pressure, and I pushed my head further down.  I sucked and then I licked. I pushed the head of his cock against my cheek and used my tongue to explore his pee hole. I tasted his precum and licked all along the shaft. 

He began to moan and make appreciative sounds.  I began to enjoy the taste of him. I’d never done this before, but it felt so right.  Was this a bit gay? I thought.  I got a flashback to him in his wet boxers, standing there with rain dripped from his muscled chest and tummy. I got a tingling feeling behind my balls and I started to get an erection. 

AsI was sucking, he leaned forward. I wondered if he wanted me to stop, but the pressure from his fingers on the back of my neck said otherwise.  He reached over me and tugged at my towel. It dropped away, leaving me naked, on my knees, bent over him, giving him a blowjob. 

The feeling of air on my bottom, in my crack, across my exposed anus, brought me out in goosebumps.  He ran his free hand down the small of my back and he gripped my buttock.  I whimpered a little at that and he moaned a deep, throaty growl of a moan. 

His hand trailed over my soft, silky-smooth buttocks and into my crack and I almost fainted when his fingertips brushed over my anus.  My hole puckered, and my pulse went into overdrive.  

Was this gay? I thought again. But my conscious mind was fading into the background. Something else was taking control.  Passion and lust. Teenage sex. 

I realised I was enjoying sucking him, especially with his fingers tracing fire around my ring.  When he sucked his finger then returned it to my ass, I knew what he was going to do.  I pushed back, wanting it, and he pressed the tip of his middle finger through the tight sphincter of my anus, and inside me.  

I sucked his dick extra hard and he responded with “ooohhhhhh!”

My head was a mess. The storm that was now raging outside had made its way into my brain.  I was sucking a guy’s dick in my kitchen.  Not just any guy, but my school bully. And I was enjoying it. And he had reach over and touched me in places where surely no-one should be touching me….and he’d put his finger inside me…. And my god, I was enjoying that.  I’d fingered myself, of course, when I jerked off on my own at night.  But this was something else.  This was someone other than me in the driving seat, someone else’s finger wriggling around down there.  I never knew it could feel so different. 

He was breathing heavily, flexing his hips so he could fuck my face, while he seemed to be enjoying playing with my hole.  I was very conscious of the fact that I was arching my back, trying hard to get into a position where he could finger me more deeply.  It felt fucking great and I wanted some more. 

I tossed aside the thought that kept sliding across my inner eye like one of those LED signs:  is this a bit gay?  Right now I didn’t give a fuck.  

He pulled his finger free, touched me a few times, exploring, and then his hand was gone.  It was so disappointing. I wondered if that was it, game over, teen boy sex guilt ending things before they really got started, but I was wrong.  

He grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up, dragging my body along his, bringing my face closer to his, my lips closer to his.  When I was almost there he leaned forward, unable to wait.  He pressed his mouth onto mine and shoved his tongue out. I followed his lead, allowing him to French kiss me, trying hard to kiss him back. I wasn’t very experienced at this, not like he was, but I was keen to practice because it felt so good.  It was wet, but hot, slippery, and it was making my cock twitch and dribble. 

Our kiss became very passionate.  He knew what he was doing and I was willing to submit to him.  Our tongues were in constant motion, our mouths very wide and our lips pressed hard together.  He began to caress my naked back with his hands, caressing the base of my spine with his fingertips.  I was pushing against the floor with my toes, tying to get further up his torso, trying not to slide down where our lips might part. I could feel his hard cock, slick from my mouth, underneath me.  It felt big and it felt so naughty that it was there between us like that.  

His fingers trailed between my pink cheeks again and he played with my hole.  He touched and probed and prodded, he rubbed and caressed and eventually he pushed a dry finger into me.  I took a deep breath trough our kiss.  I had a fire in my groin and he’d just turned it up to eleven. 

I moaned softly and then blushed again at the sound I had made.  He seemed to make a snap decision.  He pushed me off him, onto the seat cushion next to him.  I was sure this time that he’d realised what we were doing and he’d had enough, but I was wrong again.  

He manoeuvred me so that I was on my knees on the floor, bent over the little couch.  He slid off the chair and got behind me.  He pushed my buttocks apart with the palms of his hands and then my eyes rolled back into my head and I whimpered involuntarily. 

Something hot and wet and amazing lapped over my asshole, from behind my scrotum to the top of my crack.  It was the single most amazing sexual thrill I had ever had in my life. I was confused and delighted and embarrassed all at once, and then he did it again.  

He was licking me. He was pushing his face between my buttocks and he was actually licking me with the flat of his tongue. He’d gone down on me. I was shocked, but I oh my god I was in heaven. 

Waves of the most amazing sexual energy washed over me, making me tingle in all the right places.  My dick was rock hard, harder than it had ever been before.  There was something about being in this position, on my knees, my bottom pushed out behind me, my blushing face buried in some seat cushions, that heightened the thrill.  Then he took his hand off my buttock and reached around, and very gently he took hold of my dick. 

I don’t think I will ever be able to explain how I didn’t explode right there and then because even when I think of that moment, the first time anyone but me had ever touched my erect penis, I feel like I’m about to come. 

I whimpered like a bitch and that noise I made seemed to spur him on. All I could hear was the slurping sound of his tongue and mouth on my hole. Every nerve ending was focussed on the new and wonderful sensations there, and the feeling of another person’s hand wrapped tightly around the shaft of my penis.  

This was more than a little bit gay.  This was beyond a couple of dudes touching each other on a sleepover, or even sucking each other on a dare or something.  This was hot kissing, sucking, intimate touching, and now full-blown ass-eating. 

Fuck it, I thought. It beat the hell out of being bullied. I just pushed logic and questions and anything that wasn’t the sensation around my anus to one side.  I’d deal with it later.  Maybe. 

He ran his other hand up my back and dug his fingernails in, scratching all down my spine. It sent a shudder through my body and made me feel hot, like I was overheating from the inside.  He did it again and I moaned with the pleasure of it.  He did it a third time while he stroked my cock.  Fucking hell…. What next ?

The slurping stopped and he came up for air, almost climbing onto my back and leaning over me, nibbling my ear and breathing heavily.  His mouth was wet and it sent yet another thrill down my neck and into my spine. 

“Let me fuck you in the ass” he said. His voice was urgent, deep, full of sex and lust.  

I froze.  Was that a little bit gay? I thought.  I blinked away the ridiculous notion.  I sort of whimpered.  I was utterly incapable of forming words.  Could he fuck me in my ass?  I don’t know…. Every possible question bounced around my head.  Would it hurt?  Did I want that? Would it be messy? Would it smell?  Would it hurt (again)? 

But none of those questions mattered because he slid back down and attached his face to my hole again.  As far as he was concerned, my half-moan, half-whimper was all the acceptance he needed.  He slurped around and I could feel him tonguing wet saliva into my hole.  He was lubricating me.  He was going to do it. 

I was frozen into position.  My back was arched, my hips flexed so that my buttocks were spread open and my hole was as available as I could possibly make it.  A tiny, fearful part of me wanted to close up shop, stop this madness, but my teenage sexual curiosity was far more powerful. It was like a sex drug in my system. 

My heart was thudding in my chest and it only got louder when I sensed him getting to his feet and crouching behind me, felt him push the head of his dick so that it was touching my slick hole.  

And then he pushed.  

My eyes went wide, my skin came out in a rash of goosebumps, and the muscles in my neck and stomach all contracted.  But his position was perfect, the angle was perfect, and the way I was holding my ass in position was equally perfect. 

I felt it like it was slow motion.  My sphincter expanded as the head pushed forward.  It stung just a small amount as it seemed to get really wide, and then there was a popping sensation and my anus closed tight around the shaft of his dick.  The head had gone inside me.  I had part of a guy’s dick in my ass.  

I blinked, confused and excited and shocked and not knowing what to do.  He seemed to pause too and I imagined how great it was for him to watch his cock pop into my hole, feel the sensations as the head was inside, the rest of the shaft poking out of me. 

I breathed and relaxed.  It hadn’t hurt too much and actually, it had started to feel like the best thing ever.  Then he started to apply pressure again and I felt his flesh slide through my anus, felt the head of his cock probing me from the inside.  I moaned again. I whimpered.  I was practically fucking hyperventilating!

With little flexes of his hips he started to fuck me in a shallow way.  I couldn’t quite get in tune with the rhythm at first and it felt weird and not good, and then suddenly I found what I needed to do with my muscles and how I angled myself and whatever else I was doing, and he slid in all the way. Then he pulled back.  Then in again.  

Now I moaned, and loudly.  It was unmistakable that I was ecstatic and the more noise I made, the deeper and longer he made his strokes.  

Oh my god, I thought with a weird sense of detachment.  I am being fucked!  In the ass!  By a guy!

I pushed back as he thrust forward, taking him all the way.  I was getting kind of more loose, more relaxed.  I was taking it easier.  The sensation around my ring was so good, and the feelings inside were weird but amazing. 

He was grunting. His noises were animal.  I could smell his boy-sweat as he perspired from the exertion.  He reached down and around and with both hands he grasped my dick.  

“Ohhhhhhhh”. I couldn’t take the intensity of it.  “Harder!” I said and I don’t know where that came from.  He pushed with his hips and glutes, really fucking into me.  

“Harder!” I begged and I blushed.  

He was all the way in, right up to the hilt.  I could feel his trimmed pubes around my ass every time he slammed against me.  I felt full up to the brim, an utterly amazing sensation, and then empty as he pulled away, and then full again.  

I had gone cross-eyed by now.  My cock felt like I was on the verge of the greatest ever orgasm.  “Oh god, harder!” I cried out. 

He obliged, thrusting like crazy. 

I felt him swell up, felt it inside me.  It took my breath away.  

“Gonna…cum” he said.  “Gonna….cum…..gonna….cum…..gonna….cum…..”

“Yeah….yeah….yeah….” I moaned out. I had reached a point where I knew there was no turning back.  It was building. His hands on the sensitive head of my penis, his cock being fucked roughly into me like crazy….. Everything was so hot, it felt like electricity everywhere.  

“Oh god…. I need to come……need to …..coooommmmmmeee” I moaned as every muscle in my groin contracted, my sphincter tightened around his dick, and then a string of cum exploded from my cock.  Muscles contracted tight, then released, then contracted, then released as I literally pumped out every drop of teen boy cum that I had. 

“Oh shit….oh shit…oh godddddd” he cried out. He shuddered, his whole body shook, his dick expanded so much that I had a silly thought that he might go pop, and then he too exploded with cum.

He pumped his juices into me as I spewed mine on the floor and up the couch.  It seemed to go on forever, for far longer I’d ever gone before.  It was so intense, so draining and overwhelming. 

He collapsed down onto his knees and I heard him wince as his bad knee hit the ground.  He leaned down over me, laying on my back, his cock still buried in my guts. We were both breathing heavily, the aftershocks of our orgasms fading away gradually. My dick felt like I’d been jerking off for hours and my hole was warm, sticky and used.  I could feel him going soft inside me and it was both weird and incredible.  

He kissed my neck and licked into my ear.  I giggled.  It tickled.

“That was….unbelievable” he said, his voice quiet and breathy. 

“Yeah” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.  It was incredible, but I was coming to terms with the fact that I had done something very gay indeed. And I liked it.  No, I loved it.  And I knew in that moment I’d have to do that again and soon. 

But what next?  This guy was still my bully.  What did this mean? I was coming down off an incredible high and sinking into a deep low.  

He did something then that I wasn’t expecting.  He slid his soft dick out of me and kind of pushed me up onto the couch. He climbed up behind me and spooned me, his arms tightly around me, pulling my body into his warmth and hugging me. It was what I really needed and it produced something in me that flooded me with warm feelings. I stopped my decent into the lows and I started to feel good again. 

We lay there a while, his naked body pushed hard up against mine. I could feel him breathing. Our bodies were slick with sweat. I could feel cum dribbling from my hole. 

As I lay there the realisation of what we’d done washed through me.  I got a guilty feeling in the pit of my belly.  I was unsure what to do now.  I was nervous too, but I wasn’t sure what I was nervous about.  

We both spoke at once.

“Was it okay…?” He asked
“What do we do now….?” I asked. 

We both giggled and more of his cum leaked from my loose, warm hole. I shifted around so I was facing him and I held his face in my hand.  I kissed him, wondering if he’d let me do that now we were both spent.  I was relieved that he did, in fact he kissed me back with passion. 

“I never did that with a guy before.” He said as we broke apart.  “I fucked a girl last year, but…. I wasn’t feeling it.” He said and I was mesmerised by this tough jock’s honesty and willingness to bare his soul.  

“I loved it” I said quickly, on a whim.  I needed him to know.  “I never did anything before.  No-one’s ever been that interested in me.”

He kissed me again.  “I’ve always thought you were kinda cute” he said. I raised my eyebrows in shock. 

“B…b….but…..? I started. I couldn’t get the words out.  He’d been so mean to me!

He blushed.  “I know.  And I’m sorry.  I just…. I don’t know.” He said.  There was a real authenticity in that.  He didn’t know.  

I kissed him.  I sort-of understood.  He was the popular, hunky, sporting hero of the school.  I guess thinking the scrawny nerdy new kid was hot was probably tough to admit. 

“When you were standing there in those underwear….like tight little panties….” He paused and took a deep breath.  “I knew I really wanted to kiss you.  I never saw anything so sexy.”

My eyes were popping out of my head.  Me…? Sexy….?

“And when your towel fell off, and I could see all of you, I…..” He faltered.  “I just felt so hot for you.”  He paused again. He swallowed hard and gave me a quick kiss before he said “I think I might be gay”.  

I really laughed and he seemed really put out by that.  “Hey!” He said.  

I got myself back under control.  “Sorry!” I said.  “But yeah, I think sucking on my asshole and then fucking me in the rectum might be a bit gay!”  

We both giggled and laughed and kissed and cuddled.  

“What about you?” He asked, suddenly remembering this was a two way street. 

I smiled a big, broad smile.  “I’ve never known what I was and I’ve never really thought about it.  I’ve had girlfriends, before we moved here. I kissed a few, but I never really knew what to do. I just figured I was a bit young and it would come to me.”  I stopped, suddenly realising what I was about to say and more to the point, realising that I didn’t care. “But what we just did, I loved.  It was incredible. If that makes me gay then I’m gay because I want you to do it to me again.”

“What now?” He asked.

I giggled.  “No…. Just…..”

He smiled.  “Yeah.  Okay.  Me too.”  

We lay on the cough and smooched, kissing and cuddling and basking in the afterglow of brilliant sex, in the loss of our virginities, and newfound appreciation and understanding. 

We showered together after that. He sucked my dick in the shower and didn’t seem to mind at all when I came in his mouth.  It was really nice.  Then he turned me around and pushed me up against the wall and I let him push it inside me again.  I was a bit sore, but I wanted it so bad that I never complained.  He held me really tight, his hips pushing just the tip in me as the warm water flowed over us.  When he pumped another little load inside me, I felt amazing. 

He helped me clean up downstairs and I was thankful it was just cum, nothing worse!  Every time we got close together he grabbed me, squeezed me, kissed me.  He couldn’t keep his hands off me and I fucking loved it.  He could put his hands on me any time. 

I fixed his bike for him and that impressed him.  He asked me if I could show him how to do that and we agreed I’d teach him, but only if he ate my ass and fucked me.  We giggled like kids and shook on it. 

We agreed we’d have to keep this quiet at school, at least for now.  But he did tell me he’d find a way for us to be friends and he’d never let anyone push me around again.  He was true to that, too.  He told everyone I’d helped him with his bike and his knee, leaving out the part about sliding his dick inside me.  He told them I was alright, and if he said so, everyone else said so, too. 

School got better after that.  Being a nerd was making me popular for once and I hung out with the coolest kids. And a few nights a week, while mum and dad worked late, I helped my old bully with his homework or showed him basic engineering on his bike.  In return, he made sweet and passionate love to me until we both shot our loads. He always cuddled with me afterwards, always scrubbed my back in the shower, always made me feel good. 

Just goes to show, sex makes everything better. 

~the end~