Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting to get caught. I’m so stupid to have left my cell phone at Lance’s place. What was I thinking? Now Logan is pissed at me and no amount of charm can fix it.
Maybe Logan is right? Maybe avenging all the humiliation and torment in high school does mean more to me than Logan? He’s the hottest guy I know and our sex is phenomenal, but deep down even that’s just not enough to satisfy my primal urges to hurt Lance. I’m a broken man and my relationship with Logan was just masking my demons.
The craving to see Lance suffer lives inside of my deepest thoughts. I’ve tried to shake this off without any success. I sighed and determined that love may not be in the cards for me. I’m too damaged. Lance and some of his buddies took care of that in high school. We are forever connected, victim and oppressor, oppressor and victim, we’re doomed.
I drove home knowing the answer to Logan’s question. It hurt, but it was the truth. I waited in our bedroom for Logan who was in the shower.
He entered our room wrapped in a towel. God, why did he have to do that? How do you break up with the sexiest man alive when he’s practically naked.
“Logan, we need to talk.”
“What do you want, Alex?”
“You’re right. You’re always right. Maybe I do care more about revenge than anything else or anyone else. I’m sorry, I really am. I just can’t put my past behind me. At least not yet. There isn’t a day that goes by where I’m not thinking about Lance and everything he’s done to me.”
“I knew this day would come, Alex. We were living some kind of fantasy. It was too perfect. As much as I hate to end this with you, I can’t live in the shadow of your past. You really need to see someone about this if you ever want to move on.”
“I’m sorry. Logan. I really am. Look, I’ll move out. My parents will pay your rent for the rest of the lease. This isn’t your fault. You shouldn’t have to pay.”
“You know what, Alex. You’re right. I shouldn’t have to pay. I’m gonna take you up on your offer. I’m going to sleep on the sofa tonight. I want you out of here by the end of the day tomorrow.”
“Ok, ok, I’ll be out of your hair, I promise.
Logan stormed out of the bedroom in his underwear and I laid there on my bed alone and restless. The crazy thing is I actually thought that with Logan out of my way, there’s nobody stopping me. Now I could really focus on causing as much harm to Lance as he did me. This is going to be great. I know I should have felt broken-hearted, not relieved. This just confirmed how mentally fractured I was.
I eventually found sleep and when I awoke in the morning Logan was gone. He left his engagement ring near the coffee pot.
I made a couple of calls and found a vacant apartment not too far from campus. I had to call my dad to ask him to pay for the move. My mother would have asked too many questions. Ironically, I was going to be living even closer to Lance. It wouldn’t be too difficult to keep tabs on him now.
Within the hour a team of movers were in the apartment Logan and I shared. I directed them as they packed my things. I left Logan with everything he would need to feel comfortable since the new place came furnished.
I put his ring in my pocket and left the keys. Just like that it was all over. There will be memories of awesome sex, but it was the right thing for Logan and me. I had to go.
I drove to my new place which wasn’t too bad. I’m blessed with parents who have done well in their careers and spoil me with whatever I want since they never see me.
The day after the move, my head and attention had turned full-time to Lance. I didn’t have to hold back at all. I hated him even more for interfering with my ability to love Logan like he deserved. I wanted to kick his ass.
This time I waited for Lance to leave his dorm. He was walking towards campus so I parked my car a little ahead of his path. I got out and waited behind a bush for him. I had no plan, I was just winging it.
His figure walked two steps past me and I lunged for him, covering his mouth and pulling him back behind the thick and tall shrub.
I pushed him down to the ground and kicked him on his side a few times.
“I fucking hate you, Lance. You fucked me up!”
I grabbed a handful of hair, lifted his head and punched him square in the jaw. I knocked him over to the ground again. He was howling. His screeches brought back memories of when Lance was bigger than me. He’d assault me almost everyday.
“Quit your whining, bitch!”, I screamed. “You fucking ruined my life!”
Logan started to laugh, like a maniacal crazy laugh from his cowered position.
“You broke up with Logan. Ha! He could do much better than you!”, Lance said through gritted teeth.
That got me even angrier so I lifted him up by his shirt and threw him like a sack of shit to the ground and pile drove my elbow onto his back. Lance wasn’t moving, but he sure was groaning.
I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. I pissed all over him, soaking him through his shirt and all over his head. My pee splattered off of his face.
“Fuck you!”, I yelled down to him.
“This is all your fault! You made me like this! I swear to God you fucker that I’m gonna fuck you up so bad. You better watch your motherfucking back you piece of shit!”
I spit in his face. His eyes were already bloodshot from my piss, why not add some spit. I was seeing red and spewing my fire on that douchebag. I decided to walk away before I caused permanent damage or something even worse.
I had so much pent up rage I went to the gym and boxed, pretending that the punching bag was Lance’s fucking face. I was sweating pretty badly and exhausted myself.
While under the water in the shower, I thought about Lance’s fucked up face and my dick started to chub. What the fuck! I shook my head trying to shake the image away, but it didn’t work and now my cock was fully erect. I’ve got a pretty big dick, so it’s not like I could hide this thing too easily.
“Ooohhh fuck!”, I said under my breath. Kicking the shit out of Lance was turning me on. This is so fucked up! I needed to do something to get rid of my boner. I couldn’t very well jerk my dick off in an open shower, but it looked like the steam room was empty. That was the only way to calm my beast down, I had to drain my balls.
I made a beeline to the steam room and left my towel hanging on a hook by the door. Through the steam, it appeared I was alone. I sat down and memories of me dicking Lance down the other day came flashing back like a video reel. My hand was moving fast over my cock, fisting it with the grip I know gets me off. It was like my dick was in Lance’s ass, the images were so vivid and clear. I began to moan aloud.
“Take my dick fucker!”, I yelled and shot my load all over the tile floor.
Just as I’d cum someone came in.
“Is everything alright? I thought I heard someone screaming”, a voice said through the fog.
“Yeah, it’s cool”, I wiped my cummy hand on my thigh and left the steam room with a much clearer mind, but I did need to rinse off again.
I went to my new place and while scrolling the internet with my phone, my thoughts drifted back to high school and that fucking asshole, Lance. I remembered he had a brother, I think he was called Lars or something like that, a couple of years younger than Lance, which would make him 18. Old enough to fuck with.
Physically harming Lance was way too easy, even if it did make me feel better in the moment. I needed to plot something even more sinister, something big. I thought somehow his younger brother might fit into this revenge scheme.
Social media makes it so easy to find people. Lance’s socials weren’t private and I was able to find Lars’s profile on almost all of them.
Being the slick and smart dude that I am, I sent Lars a message on Telegram. I chose that one so I could erase the exchange like it never even happened.
I created a dummy profile that didn’t have any real identifying information on it and sent Lars a message.
“Hey Lars, did you know your brother Lance is a faggot?”
“Who is this?”, he replied.
“Someone who knows your brother quite well for several years.”
Then I sent him a couple of screen grabs from Lance’s Grindr profile.
“Your brother has a great ass”
“Who the fuck is this?”
I didn’t respond to the question.
“Do you get along with your brother, Lars”
“Not really, he’s an asshole.”
“Yes, he is.”
“What do you want from me?”, Lars asked naturally.
“I want to fuck him up, Lars. Your brother ruined my life.”
“Who is this?”
“Does it matter? We both want the same thing.”
“So what does that have to do with me?”, he asked.
“You know him better than anyone else. What would piss him off?”
“He acts like he’s perfect all the time that pompous asshole. I’d love it if my parents knew who he really is?”
“And what’s that, Lars? Who is he?”
“He’s a bully! He’s abusive! He’s not a good person!”
I knew there was a story to uncover! I hit the jackpot!
“An abuser? Did he hit you, Lars?”
“Of course he did, and that’s not all.”
“What do you mean by that?”
I will admit, I wasn’t expecting Lars to be so candid with me via a fake profile on the internet. It felt to me like he was finally given an opportunity to speak his truth, and he was taking it, with the freedom of chatting with someone anonymously.
“He raped me! He raped me all the time!”
“Oh my God, Lars. I am so sorry he hurt you. He tormented and physically assaulted me throughout high school, but he never did that to me. That’s awful.”
“So what do you want to do to him?”
“Before we figure that out, it might make you feel better to know that I’ve beaten the shit out of him several times already, and I’ve sexually assaulted him, too.”
“He had it coming. Good for you. Hey, now that I’ve told you about this and you told me your secret, do you think we should meet?”
I paused before replying. I knew once I took this step there would be no going back.
“Ok, sure. How about tomorrow around 3? All my classes are done and I don’t have to be at work until 5.”
We figured out a good meeting spot and at 3pm I saw a younger version of Lance in the cafe. A little thinner, blonder, blue-eyed, a little scruffy like his older brother, perfect smile, a little shorter and thin, a buck fifty would be generous.
“Lars?”, I asked as I approached.
“Yeah. Hey, wait a minute. I remember you from the neighborhood. Damn, you’re big, you were so scrawny back then, like me. Alex, right?”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“I think I remember seeing my brother and his goons attacking you after school a couple of times. Fucking assholes.”
“Yep. Your brother ducked me up so bad, Lars. I was engaged to be married to the perfect person, but my need to get back at your brother fucked all that up.”
“Was she upset?”
“Yeah, HE was upset. He said I needed help. I don’t need help. I need revenge. I want to do something bad. Will you help me?”
“Yeah, I’m in.”
“Good. Now help me think of something that will really fuck with his head.”, I said.
“Well, I can think of one thing that would really irritate him.”
“What’s that?”, I asked.
“Go out with me.”, Lars said in a serious tone.
“What? Are you even gay?”
“No, I mean, I don’t know. I am not sure? I haven’t dated girls, and after Lance raped me, I don’t know how I feel about guys. It doesn’t matter. If you really want to fuck with him, this is the best way. Imagine if I brought you home for Thanksgiving! He would die!”
“This is brilliant! You’re a genius.l! Ok, then we can’t fake it, Lars. Lance is too smart for that. We’re going to have to go on a real date now.”
Lars was kinda cute, I could make this work.
“Yeah, ok. Where you taking me?”, he asked.
“I know just the place”, I said. “You leave that to me.”
I gave Lars my new address and agreed to take him out Friday night.
I went to class, worked out, worked at my job for the next couple of days and each passing night I became more excited about taking Lars to dinner. Last night as I was jerking off before bed, I thought about his pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock. I wondered if he’d try, and if so, would he swallow?
After class on Friday, I worked out. I wanted to look buff for this date, wanting to impress Lars. I trimmed my beard, sprayed some Old Spice into each pit, and put on some cologne. I wore a tight pair of CK jeans over my black CK briefs and a white button down shirt, top two buttons undone to show off my chest hair and rolled up the sleeves to expose my powerful forearms. I looked hot.
I heard a light knock on my door, and there was Lars. He looked pretty good, too. His jeans did a nice job of showing off that little ass and his tight shirt told me he was pretty fit for a thin guy.
“Hey Lars, welcome.”
I hugged him and I swear I thought I heard him take a deep whiff of me.
“You look so good, Alex and you smell nice, too.”
“Thanks Lars. Shall we get going then?”
I knew what I was doing. I remembered Logan told me where he and Lance would go on Friday nights. There was an Italian place not far from campus. Maybe he was still going there on Friday nights.
I pulled into the parking lot and Lars recognized Lance’s car in it.
“Hey! Wait a minute! How’d you know he’d be here?”
“I just know things, get used it. You still wanna do this?”
“Fuck yeah, let’s go!”
Lars took my hand and led me into the restaurant enthusiastically. Lance was there sitting at a table with some guy I never seen before.
When I asked the hostess for a table for two, Lance looked over to my familiar voice. His eyes widened seeing me with his little brother.
I just smiled as we were guided to a table on the other side of the dining room.
Once we were seated, Lars asked me, “did you see the look on his face?”
“I did. That was awesome!”
“Shit, I wish I was old enough to drink. I want to celebrate this!”, Lars said.
“Hey Lars, calm down. We’ve only just begun. They’ll be other times to celebrate. Let’s just have a good time tonight, ok?”
“Yeah fine”.
I asked Lars about his plans for school. About his friends, about sports he played, movies he liked. He was an interesting guy, and easy on the eyes.
We were deep into our conversation when Lance came over to our table. His face still a little bruised from when I fucked him up behind the bushes the other day.
“What the fuck, Lars? What are you doing here with…him!” Lance looked at me with disdain in his eyes.
“We’re on a date, Lance. Isn’t it great?”, I said mockingly.
“I forbid this, Lars! You can’t date this guy. You see what he did to my face?”
“You forbid it, do you? I’ll tell you what, Lance”, Lars said, “Fuck you! You don’t own me!”
I put my hand up to stop Lance from attacking his younger brother.
“Cool it, Lance. Why don’t you go back to your table with your friend before you get hurt.”
Lance stomped away in defeat.
“Alex, that was epic! We definitely got to him, that’s for sure.”
“We sure did. He’s pissed!”
I paid the bill and on the way home, Lars was a little quiet.
“You ok, bud?”
“Yeah, it’s just…ah…um…it’s a little embarrassing.”
“What? Just tell me, it’s ok.”
“Ok. Fine. I was really turned in watching you put your hand on Lance’s chest. The way you manhandled him made my dick hard.”
“Seriously, bro?”
“Yeah, it was hot.”
“I’m glad you think so. Just so you know, you can tell me anything. You don’t have to hold back with me.”
“Ok, thanks.”
“No problem. We’re in this together”, I said reassuringly. “You wanna come up to my place for a bit?”
“Yeah, ok. You have beer?”
“I do, but you’re not getting any.”
“You’re no fun!”
“I’m lots of fun, but you can’t have beer under my watch.”
“Whatever man. I got weed anyway.”
“Weed? Where’d you get that?”
”You ask too many questions Alex.”
I took Lars up to my place and untucked my shirt from my jeans and unbuttoned a third button. I kicked off my shoes and got us some drinks.
“This is a great place, Alex.”
“Thanks.”
“How do you afford it? Are you a trust fund kid or something?”
“You might say that. Are you always so direct, Lars? Usually I’m the one who is the most direct in the room, but you have me beat.”
“Can I smoke my weed here?”
“No, no weed, ok? I don’t want that smell in here.”
“Fine.”, he pouted. Those lips pursed. He looked so damn sexy.
“Can I be even more direct?”, he tried again.
“Yeah, sure, but no alcohol and no weed!”
“That’s not what I was going to ask, Alex. I was going to ask if I can see you without your shirt on?”
“Yeah,I guess.”
I removed my shirt and put it on the back of the chair and sat next to Lars. I could tell he was mesmerized by my hairy pecs and my muscles.
”Can I touch your chest please?”, he asked.
“Yeah, sure, but only if you want to.”
I wanted to take it at his pace given his past experiences with Lance. I didn’t want Lars to feel forced to do anything.
Lars was awkward at first as his hand made contact with my furry chest, but then when he grew more comfortable, he relaxed and it felt nice as his fingers coursed through my chest hair and massaged my muscles.
I noticed his other hand covering his groin.
“Lars, it ok to enjoy yourself. You don’t have to cover anything up with me, ok?”
“Ok. I didn’t expect to get so excited seeing you like this and touching you like this.”
“Lars, it’s normal for an eighteen year old to get hard all the time. Heck, look at me, I’m also springing wood. Men of our age are probably hard more often than not.”
Lars sipped on his soda and gulped.
“You mean you’re hard, too?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I’ve got a good looking guy rubbing his hand all over my chest.”
“You think I’m good looking?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”
“Alex, can I kiss you?”
I didn’t answer, I leaned over and our lips met. This guy was such a tease. He had my dick leaking.
Lars reached down to my fly and undid the zipper.
“Hold on there. What are you doing?”
“Oh, umm, I’m sorry. I thought…um…I thought maybe I could suck your dick.”
“You can, but you should ask me first, ok.”
“Ok.”
I pulled off my jeans and briefs while Lars pulled off his shirt. He wasn’t as hairy as his brother, but there was a light dusting of hair forming on his chest that probably will grow more dense in time. His pits were already there, dark tufts were clearly visible.
Lars kneeled between my legs and I looked down and watched as he took my hefty shaft into his hand and guided it to his mouth. Lars rubbed the head of my dick over his lips several times before kissing it and then when his tongue licked the head, over and over, like he was afraid of it, I was losing my patience.
“It’s not a toy, Lars. Don’t play with it so much. Put it in your mouth already.”
I didn’t mean to admonish him, but he was taking way too much time in my opinion.
Lars didn’t seem all that upset. Maybe it was just the push he needed because for someone with very little experience, that boy was deepthroating my dick like a pro. His lust for my dick was turning me on so much. It was like he waited all oh his young life just for this moment.
Lars’s nose was in my trimmed bush. He pulled his head back and pushed down over my shaft again and again.
“You sure you never did this before? Most guys can’t do what you’re doing? They choke!”
Lars broke free for a moment.
“I’ve practiced with bananas.”, he said. What a twisted little perv, I thought yo myself.
“You’re a natural. Your mouth feels so good.”
I reached for my phone and took a short video of Lars sucking on my dick, with his consent, of course.
“Send it to Lance!”, he insisted.
I did, and the act of doing so excited me so much I was ready to blow my load.
Lars was stroking his 5 munches below me as he sucked on my man-sized dick and strikes it at the same time.
“I’m gonna cum dude!”
Lars didn’t pull away, he kept his hand gliding over my wet throbbing cock, his tongue wedged under my large cut mushroom head and my spice started spraying it, lines of my cum coated Lars’s tongue. He closed his mouth around my shaft as it continued pumping seed into it.
Lars grunted himself seconds later as he spilled his load all over his other hand.
“Ohh dude, that was hot. You have a great mouth. You need to clean up?”
Lars was like any young man, slightly embarrassed by what he’d just done. All of his bravado seemed to melt away. He timidly went to the bathroom to wash his hands and face when my phone pinged.
It was a message from Lance.
“Stop fucking with me. Leave my brother out of this”
“No! Your brother is a terrific cocksucker, better than you. GN Lance”
I put my phone down and said good night to Lars.
“So, I’ll text you? Maybe we can go out over the weekend?”
“Yeah ok.”, and Lars left.
I sat in bed strategizing our next move to get back at Lance.
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