It’s been a few months since I proposed to Logan. After some initial hesitation, he agreed to allow my parents to buy us engagement rings and for my mother’s event planner to organize our nuptials. True to form, Logan’s father had basically disowned him, however, his mother had been secretly texting and calling him without his father’s knowledge.
We ultimately decided that living under the same roof with Marie and Val as an engaged couple was not conducive to our relationship and moved into a nearby off-campus apartment. Val’s boyfriend Bill never quite got over Logan’s sucking him off, Marie became even more critical of our engagement, and things just became too intense for us all to live harmoniously.
With the school semester behind us, we were working full-time in our respective jobs and keeping busy. My final year of undergrad was upon me, and being pre-law, I knew that these next few years were going to be intense. Logan would soon be moving into his junior year with aspirations of becoming a grade school teacher. I knew I’d be the breadwinner in our family, but I’d be ok with that.
The sex between us since we’d become engaged has been phenomenal. I never knew it was possible to feel so connected to another human being, and with an ass like Logan’s, some might say I’ve become addicted to it. He walks around the house wearing nothing but a jockstrap on most days and I swear I’m always walking around with a hardon. It’s almost criminal what he does to me.
But yet…even with all of these things going for me, I can’t shake the effects of Lance, my high school bully. I remain tormented both physically and mentally, even after so many years, and no amount of therapy has helped. I still have this inner need to do to him what he’d done to me.
I’ve hate fucked him, beat him up, stole his boyfriend, and even still I can’t sleep at night sometimes. There’s something gratifying for me about degrading that motherfucker. Anyone who’s ever been victimized like I have might begin to understand the complexities of revenge, or the need for it. It fuels me. It drives me. I’ve done a pretty good job of hiding this from Logan. Sure, there had been that time or two where he’d caught me lost in thought with a mean scowl on my face, but he didn’t feed into it. No, Logan is so clever. He distracted me by giving me blowjobs to shift my thoughts into something more productive.
But ultimately, after I cum, I’m right back there. I’m back in that headspace that I just cannot release. I relive all of the humiliation, the physical harm, the ridicule…that asshole lives in my head rent free.
Well, I decided it was time that I live in that dickwad’s face rent free. Why should it be so one-sided. Why does Lance get to live carefree while I’m suffering? I’m gonna make him suffer.
I hadn’t seen him since I gut-punched him and erased my cell number, and Logan’s, from his phone, but that didn’t mean I don’t know where to find that fucker. I had been to his dorm room many times.
I decided enough was enough. I wasn’t going to have too many more opportunities to fuck with Lance since it was going to be our senior year. I’d need to make the most of this time. Every Sunday morning, Logan went surfing. I usually went to the gym. Well, this Sunday, I planned a different kind of workout.
I kissed Logan good-bye as I typically do and gave no reason for him to think I wouldn’t be lifting weights. I grabbed my keys and locked in. It was like my car was on auto-pilot. I parked in the dorm parking lot, noticed Lance’s car was there, took a deep breath, stepped outside the car, locked the door and walked with intention right into that building.
I could feel the tension build in my body with every single step. I could picture my hands around Lance’s neck, sucker-punching him, spitting in his face, fucking him up the ass. Whoa? What? Fucking him up the ass? That wasn’t supposed to be part of the plan? I shook my head in the elevator hoping to erase that visual.
The elevator door opened and I marched right on over to his door and banged on it. It was like I had stepped out of my body and someone else was driving every action. I waited a few seconds and Lance didn’t answer. I did it again, this time louder, shouting his name.
That worked, there I was face to face with my tormentor! He was wearing only boxers, looked quite disheveled, and very surprised.
“What the fuck do you want Alex?”
I pushed right past him and closed the door behind me.
How dare he ask me what I want! Who the fuck is he?
My fist tightened behind my back and I cold-cocked him square in the jaw. Lance fell back, he cowered against the wall with his hand over his face where I’d hit him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”, he screamed.
“You! You’re wrong with me, Lance! You know what you did!”
As he tried to defend himself I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him to his feet. I spit right into his face and gave him a second punch, this time square in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. Lance was doubled over, clearly I’d hurt him.
My lip curled. It pleased me to see him suffer.
Lance, still bent over, looked in my direction. Trying to catch me off guard he made a run at me, but I was ready. I bear hugged him and wrestled him down to the floor, flat on his back, my knees pinned his arms down. Lance look pathetic and helpless.
“How does this feel fucker? You like it?” I collected mouth juice and spit a huge loogie right into his face. Lance closed his eyes. How disrespectful!
“Don’t you close your eyes at me! You look at me, fuckface! I want you to look right into my eyes when I fuck you up!”
My right hand came hard across Lance’s scruffy face. I even felt the sting from the force of it. Shit…I felt my cock growing in my shorts. What the fuck!
Lance looked into my eyes.
“You’re a sick fuck, Alex! You’re getting off on this!”
That set me off. My rage had been simmering. Lance just called me a sick fuck! Well, he was gonna see just how sick I could be!
“Sick fuck! You have no idea, bitch!”
I lowered my shorts just enough to pull my hardened cock out. Then I reached down and pinched Lance’s nose shut and shoved my cock down his throat. I kept him pinned down as I abused his orifice. Every inch of my boner taking ownership of that throat until my nuts were flush against his bearded chin. I pumped my ass back and forth deep dicking him. Lance’s resistant throat felt quite incredible around my dick. I’d never heard such obnoxious choking noises in my life and it was making my dick throb even harder.
I pulled out and Lance’s entire face was covered in his own throat slime. He looked ruined, disgraced, and maybe a bit shamed. I didn’t care.
“Hehe, fucking cocksucker!”
I spit again in his face, gave him a couple more bitch slaps, spit again and wiped it all over his face.
“I think you need more of my dick, don’t you, Lance?”
Not giving him any time to respond, I once again pinched his nose and put my throbbing cock between his lips.
“Oh fuck, take my dick you fucking asshole!”
I conquered his throat again, reluctant, unwilling…so perfect. But I wasn’t satisfied. No, I was gonna take his ass, too! I pulled out of his mouth again and sneered down at him.
“I’m not done with you, motherfucker!”
I slapped his other cheek even harder to get him distracted while I quickly manhandled him and flipped him onto his stomach like a slab of meat.
I pressed his head into the carpet with my left hand and my right yanked his boxers down. I kneed him in the nuts which spread his legs open. Then I spit into his hairy butt crack. My cock was hard as stone now.
While pressing down on the back of Lance’s head, my other hand to his side, I positioned myself in a plank and my cock tore right into Lance’s tight ass. I could feel that assring spasming around my dick.
“Alex, please don’t!”
“Don’t what? Don’t fuck you? I don’t recall you ever stopping when I begged you? Do you, Lance?”
I wanted Lance to walk funny for a week or not be able to sit right for days. I growled as I used my cock as a weapon of mass destruction, tenderizing the insides of Lance’s butthole.all those months of wanting to do something to Lance, all the pent up emotions, they were being released now and it felt awesome
Lance was groaning beneath me. He surrendered to my ass assault after realizing his attempts to stop me were futile. Lance’s hole loosened and allowed me to dig deeper into his fuck hole.
“That’s it motherfucker! Open up for my dick!”
I rutted hard like a rabid animal and came like one, too, roaring like a lion as I planted my seed deep into Lance’s ass.
To further put this former bully in his place, I flipped him back over and made him clean off my dick. When I determined that he’d finished the job, I barked down to him.
“You better watch your back, bitch! You never know when I might need to fuck you up again!”
I spit in his face and stepped on it too as I fixed myself and let myself out.
When I finally made it back to my car I looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw was a look of satisfaction. The months-long build up of urges leading up to this had been sated. Now I’d go back to my lover fully, with heart and mind. Logan deserved 100% of me.
I decided to take a drive out to the beach and surprise him.
I found a good place to park and walked over to the beach, the sand under my feet.
There he was, shirtless, in board shorts, riding a wave. So balanced, so beautiful. Mine. I just sat there in the sand and watched, admiring the view from afar, and maybe patrolling the area so nobody else could steal this perfection away from me. No doubt someone like Logan would be easy prey to other men, but not on my watch.
I removed my shirt from my torso and laid back on my towel with my hands clasped behind my head. Cocky, yes. Confident, indeed. I’d just cum buckets in my high school bully’s ass, why wouldn’t I be.
I must have closed my eyes for a bit when I felt a wet and sandy foot gently poke me on the side. I opened my eyes and saw my heart’s desire hovering above me.
“Hey babe, how long you been here?”
“I don’t know? A while I guess. I saw you surfing and you really are something out there. You looked so beautiful.”
“Alex, you’re so weird. Come on, take my hand and let me help you up.”
Logan helped me to my feet. There were a couple of other surfer dudes just nearby.
“Come on, let me introduce you to my boys.”
As we grew closer, all three of them were just like Logan. Blonde, blue-eyed, perfect white teeth, smooth tanned bodies, six-packs. I saw them all as potential suitors of my Logan.
I brought him close to me and wrapped my arm around his shoulder to send a message.
“Boys, this is Alex, my fiancé. Alex, this is Brice, that’s Chase, and that’s Strong. We’ve been surfing together for a couple years now.”
I puffed out my hairy chest and said in a deep voice, “nice to meet you all.”
Logan shot me a look wondering what kind of act I was putting on.
“We’ve heard so much about you.”, Brice said. “Logan, if any of us were gay, I could see why you’d fall for this guy, such a stud.”
Well, that was a relief, I let out my breath and relaxed a little.
“Thanks Brice. You didn’t have to say that. This one’s head is already big enough.”, Logan said sticking a finger into my chest with a hint of anger.
“Well boys, I’ll see you next week. We’re gonna get going.”
Bro hugs were exchanged and Logan and I walked back towards our cars. I detected Logan was pissed about something given the hurry,
“What was that all about, Alex?”
“What do you mean, sexy?”
“You know what I mean. Why do you always gotta put on that macho man act?”
“It’s not an act, hon. I am your macho man.”, then I stopped in my tracks to pose for my man.
“Stop, Alex. Everyone’s looking at you. How was your work out anyway?”
Oh shit! I was taken a bit off-guard.
“Oh, ummm, it was great.”
“Was it? Hey, Alex, where is your phone?”
“It’s in my car, why?”
“Alex, it’s not in your car.”
“Did I leave it at the gym?”
“No, you didn’t leave it at the gym, think a bit and tell me where else you might have been this morning.”
I was caught red-handed. I’m such an asshole.
“What do you want me to say, Logan? Ok, I went to see Lance.”
Logan started to tear up.
“What makes you think Lance wouldn’t remember my number after all those years we were together? You didn’t think he’d call me after you practically raped him even if you didn’t leave your phone there?Alex, I mean it, I’m beginning to wonder if you really love me, or if you love your obsession with Lance more? I can’t keep living like this. This isn’t fair to me.”
I knew Logan was right. I fucked up. I’m fucked up.
“What are you saying Logan, you want to break up with me?”
“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying you need to decide what it is that you want. Me or Lance?”
Logan walked away, secured his board to the roof of his car and peeled out of the parking lot.
I just stood there, dumbfounded.
