The Taste of Revenge

I returned home that first summer from school at the end of April a full 6 inches taller and 30 pounds heavier. At 5’9” I was a smooth toned jock, very different than the skinny kid next door when I left. Very different indeed, as I had just walked away from a potential relationship with a university professor.

Leaving Professor Tom Davies was rough, but I was only 19 and not ready to live with a man who was a former teacher of mine. He had asked me to stay with him, but I had a summer job waiting for me back in my hometown, a landscaping company that I had started with the year before I left for school which helped me financially. I was all set to return, despite the fact that my boss had been secretly fucking me all summer before he got married. So here I was, almost 20, back home with my mother and her boyfriend Walt, a skinny annoying man that I had nothing in common with, ready to face my former boss Frank once again.

I wasn’t sure who was more flabbergasted that first morning I showed up for work, me or Frank. Frank had put on about 10 pounds since last year, making him look even bulkier and stronger, just the way I like them. Where my professor was all blonde and bodybuilder toned, Frank was still thick and stocky like a former athlete, with thick dark hair and a constant 5 o’clock shadow. I had always had a thing for Frank, especially during our secret sex sessions all last summer, but he was married now, his gold wedding band flashing in my eyes as I took in his 6’3” frame and tried hard not to get too excited standing in front of him again.

But it was Frank who was outright staring and commenting on me. Last time he saw me I was a skinny 5’3” twink. Now I was the muscular jock with the broad shoulders and icy steel blue eyes with a round hard ass that begged to still be fucked. I could see Frank’s dark eyes widen, and lustfully look over my body as his mouth hung open. But he was the one that ended it with me, saying he couldn’t continue because he was expected to be married. Even though he was feeling just the same as I was.

“Holy fuck look at you! Did they feed you steroids up there at school?” His deep voice filled the garage as I set my lunch container down and took a swig of water from my thermos, showing off my bicep. He noticed, and rubbed his scruffy chin. “Did you grow like half a foot?” He tilted his head as he looked at me and I saw the look in his eyes, which matched my own.

I had learned a lot my first year. From Aaron, the hot gym rat that helped me train and bulk, and more. From Sean, my next-door residence bud, who also helped me out in the gym, and late at night. From Stefan, the massive football player and a few of his teammates. And most especially, Professor Tom, who taught me I was every bit a Daddy’s boy, someone to satisfy the needs of hot older men. And here was one, once again, standing in front of me, looking at me like a piece of fuckable meat.

“How’s Tracie?” I asked him and saw the effects my words had on him. If it wasn’t for Tracie, Frank and I would probably still be fucking. We’d probably be fucking right now by the look in his eyes. Or even the way I was feeling seeing him again.

Frank crossed his big arms over his chest and stared me down. “Very pregnant.”

My eyes widened and I held out a hand to shake. “Well congratulations big guy!”

He took my hand immediately and I felt that rush of warmth, that feeling of his large hand over mine, and I didn’t want to let go. It had only been a week since I said goodbye to another giant man, but here I was, back with this familiar sexy man, feeling the need already. If I didn’t have such a thing about messing around with married guys, I’d probably be pulling his dick out right now. My eyes went to his crotch, and I remembered just how big his dick was.

“She’s due in a couple months now and is complaining non-stop. I come here to get away.” He grabbed my shoulder with his other hand and gave a squeeze, rubbing down to get a feel of my bicep before he let go of my other hand still gripped in a shake. “Jesus Brian you’re fuckin’ jacked now.”

I had purposely left my sweater off. I wanted to show Frank just what I had become in the year I was gone. And it was working. Until I saw him glance up and look at another guy walking in.

He caught himself and looked back at me. “Oh hey, got a few new workers this summer. Nando, come on over and meet Brian.” Frank waved at the young guy walking in, a dirty blonde haired skinny guy, about my height and age. But it was the way Frank’s face changed, the way his demeanor shifted, that right away I had my suspicions about who this guy really was and if Frank had given in to his own desires despite his commitment to his new wife.

The blonde kid smiled, his nose a bit too big for his face, light blonde hair over his skinny arms. He was my size, but thin, no muscle all limbs, and a youthful face. He held out a hand and offered me a handshake.

“Fernando. Nice to meet you.” His voice was deep for his youthful appearance, and I noted how almost white his arm hair was. He had more severe features on his face, making him look stern despite his youth, but his body was all trim and twinkish.

I returned the handshake and smiled. “Brian.”

Fernando smiled. “Yeah I heard a lot about you.” He gave Frank a smile and I immediately frowned, wondering what Frank had actually said.

As if Frank read my mind, he quickly said, “I told Nando that you headed up a crew last year and he would be working with you. Danny’s back this year too, and Jeff, so it’ll be the four of you.”

I rolled my eyes, thinking about Danny the guy who couldn’t speak a sentence without saying ‘fuck’ and Jeff, the wannabe goth kid.

More guys started arriving to the shop, so we all started to disperse, me noticing the way Frank was purposefully avoiding looking at either Fernando and myself, but still glancing over at us when he didn’t think anyone was looking. I chuckled to myself seeing the torment in his eyes at the change in me, and I even wondered if I should do something about it.

But I still had a rule about married guys. A rule that was going to change this summer apparently.

By the end of that first week back, I had settled into a routine, and was quite happy with the crew. Fernando was a nice guy, completed his first year of university away from home as well. He told me his parents were divorced, and his dad was an old friend of Frank’s and that’s how he got the job. Jeff had matured a bit too, no longer as skinny as he was last year and had cut his hair into a crew cut, making him look somewhat attractive and more tough looking, even though I still thought he had an ugly face. And Danny was still Danny, saying fuck at least twice now in every sentence he spoke. But they made me laugh, and by the end of the week, it felt good to be back doing something familiar and away from the distraction of older men.

But by the end of the week, I realized just how horny I was. I missed the feeling of a big man. I had gotten used to the larger men, and was realizing just how much I craved a MAN. I was watching guys in cars as they drove by me working. I noted the ones that did double takes, checking me out as I checked them out. I noticed the stares from closeted guys in line at fast food joints and coffee places on our breaks, holding their girlfriends’ or wives’ hands as they secretly checked me out. I saw them looking at my bulked up chest and arms, eyeing my workboots and blue workpants, my orange shirt and how it clung to my toned body. I started to realize just how desirable I was. And I started to look for the next possible encounter. I was almost 20, and feeling at the peak of my sexual prime.

We were the last crew to arrive that Friday of the first week, and Danny and Jeff were panting at the bit to get home. I apologized for being late, the last job we had went later than I anticipated, and it was almost 6 when we pulled in, a full hour behind our 5 o’clock finish. Fernando and I quickly put the equipment away as we told the other two to get going.

“You not in a hurry to leave?” I asked Fernando as Danny and Jeff disappeared with their gear out the garage door. There were no other trucks around, and the light and noise from Frank’s office was the only sign of life in the quiet garage.

“My dad picks me up so I’m stuck here till he shows up. He’s usually here around 6 so I don’t have long. Why don’t you get going. I can finish up.” Fernando didn’t look at me, just kept moving equipment from the work truck to the shelves rather quickly.

I knew this move all too well. Frank was still here. And here he was, wanting to be the last to leave. I felt a wave of jealousy wash over me before I talked myself into relaxing. There was no way anything was going on with Frank and this new skinny kid. Even though I was the one who had the problem with Frank getting married, I was sure Frank stopped too since he couldn’t have me.

“Alright then. I’m gonna take off.” We were pretty much done anyway, so I grabbed my lunch container and sweater and headed out of the garage and into my mother’s car. I took my time, opening the passenger door, then sitting in the front seat stewing, picturing Fernando going into Frank’s office like I used to do before I shook my head and convinced myself I was being stupid. I probably sat there for five minutes, watching the door, waiting for Fernando to come out. But after five minutes, I became angry, thinking that Frank and Nando WERE doing something, that Frank had indeed moved on to this twink of a kid. That was when I realized I didn’t have my water thermos. I must have forgotten it in the back seat of the truck.

It gave me a reason to go back in the garage to see for sure what those two were up to. I got out of my car quietly, closing the door gently and practically tiptoeing into the garage through the side door. It was quiet in the main area, everything neatly put aside. The door to Frank’s office was now closed but the lights were on as I could tell from the small window and the glow from below the door. I waited, trying to hear any sounds but nothing came to my eardrums.

I moved quietly to our truck and peered inside, seeing my thermos on the floor of the backseat. I opened the door slowly and retrieved my forgotten item, shutting the door as quietly as I could. I looked towards the office and thought, what the fuck, why not go and see what Frank was up to because Fernando was nowhere to be seen as he waited for his father.

And sure enough, as I got closer to the door, I heard Frank’s deep voice speaking quietly.

“Yeah that feels good boy.”

That asshole! I thought to myself, putting my ear to the closed door to try to hear more. There was mumbling, and Frank’s obvious grunts that made my cock thicken. Even listening to his sounds made me horny and I realized how much I missed that big beast. There was a small window to the side of the door, so I carefully stepped up to the corner of it and peered into the slats of the blind.

There was Frank, sitting behind his desk, pants undone with Fernando’s blonde head between his legs, getting a fast and furious blow job from what looked like a professional. Fernando was working Frank’s big thick cock expertly, his mouth moving up and down it fast, his fist wrapped around the base twisting it as he did. Frank’s big hand was on the back of Fernando’s blonde hair, a fist full of light hair contrasting Frank’s tanned hand. Frank’s head was back, his eyes closed, and this time when he spoke, I saw his mouth forming the words.

“Yeah suck it boy. Feels so fucking good!” Then his head moved forward and he looked down, his thick brows furrowing and his mouth dropped open to match the grunts I was hearing. I watched as Fernando’s eyes opened and looked up at him and he worked faster, nodding at him as Frank groaned and clenched his jaw. I could see the exposed skin of Frank’s hard belly tighten, that line of dark hair leading up to his bellybutton sending visuals of our time together into my brain. My own cock was stiff, and I grabbed my own crotch waiting for the explosion that I could tell was coming.

Frank let out a louder groan. “Here it comes boy!” I saw his grip tighten on the blonde hair and Fernando stopped sucking and jerked Frank’s beer can cock furiously in his grip, mouth open, waiting to drink.

“I knew he was a cocksucker.” I mumbled, my heart beating wildly as I watched Frank buckle in his chair and saw that first spurt of thick white cum that he was known for land directly into Fernando’s waiting mouth. A second volley of cum went across Fernando’s cheek as he shoved the entire cock back into his mouth and slurped down the rest as Frank shook in his chair. He let go of the blonde hair and grabbed the sides of his chair, eyes closed enjoying the sensation of a boy’s mouth around his exploding dick letting out low moans as quietly as he could.

I kept watching as Fernando swallowed, holding my own bulge in my hand through my pants. I saw Fernando lick the entire base and balls of his cock, Frank’s dick softening in his grip as he held it up. I could practically hear him smack his lips as he wiped the side of his face with his hand and then lick Frank’s cum off his own fingers. Fernando closed his eyes and shoved Frank’s still thick cock into his mouth, slurping off the rest of Frank’s load from his dick. It was then that Frank leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and bulging out his bigger biceps and let his eyes open wide and turned towards the door. And he stared at the window where I was watching.

I froze and thought SHIT in my head. Frank gave a half grin for a moment and then let his head fall backwards again on the chair and closed his eyes. He let out a loud sigh, which startled me and I moved away from the window, wondering if he actually saw me, or if he knew I would be watching.

I ran quietly towards the main entrance door, my bulge still thick in my pants at the display of live porn I just witnessed between my boss and co-worker, and stepped out into the cooling air to see a man of Frank’s caliber standing beside a newly parked pickup truck beside my own car.

“Oh.” I said, stopping, feeling like I had been caught twice. I shoved one hand into my pocket to try to conceal my encased package, as my other one gripped my thermos handle.

The man was big, like Frank. Italian looking, like Frank. Stocky and thick, like Frank. A meaty look about him, like a former wrestler turned businessman in his dress shirt and pants, open neck revealing a thick gold chain and a smooth looking chest. His neck was thick like a tree trunk, his arms massive in his rolled up sleeves. He had a bit of a gut hanging over his belted pants, and he had been facing away from the door when he heard me stepping outside, giving me a glimpse of a nice round meaty ass before he turned around. And when I saw his face, I felt that desire for a thick older man come crashing over me once again.

He had a thick head of dark curly head of jet black hair. His sleeves were rolled up showing arms  that weren’t hairy, but looked almost smooth compared to the dark features of this brute. He had a thick Roman looking nose and a dark 5 o’clock shadow like Frank. He had the air of authority and I thought he was going to yell at me for no reason at all.

He gave me a nod and a warm smile which suddenly made me think of a better looking Jim Belushi and it made me stop in my tracks as I took him all in. “How’s it goin’? You guys almost done in there?”

I stared at him, unsure of what he meant.

“I’m Nando’s dad.”

“You are?” I was surprised, the blonde twink coming from THIS dark haired hunk. “I mean, oh? Uh…” I turned back to the door I just closed and looked back at the big bear of a man. “Yeah, we just got back. He’s just checking in with Frank so I’m sure he’ll be right out.”

The man nodded, putting his hands on his hips and he squinted at me. “You one of Frank’s boys?”

I wasn’t sure what that meant but I held out a hand regardless. “Yeah, Brian. I worked here last year too.”

The man’s face softened even more as I saw his tightened jaw relax and he smiled even wider. He took a slow step towards my outstretched hand as his eyes locked on mine. “Ah. Brian. I’ve heard about you. And Nando’s a bit jealous of you I think.” He grabbed my hand and gave it a strong shake, my arm trying to match the intensity of his grasp, and the shock of electricity that bolted through me at this big man’s touch. He pointed at me with his finger up and down my body. “He said you were ripped, and he wasn’t kidding.”

I felt my cheeks redden as his hand remained, until we both sort of stopped shaking and pulled our hands away. I looked up at this man, a good six inches taller than me. He had to be the same size and build as Frank. They could be brothers they looked so similar. And of course, my mind started to wander as I took in the bulk of his body. I could see the roundess of his biceps under his shirt, two nipples protruding through his dress shirt in the middle of two firm round pecs. Other than the gut, he looked strong and solid, like a real man. Like Frank. Fuck, even with the gut he was solid. He had a full head of hair for a man his age, which had to be at least 45 given he was Fernando’s dad. And I didn’t see a wedding ring, remembering that Fernando had said his parents were divorced.

“Thanks. Yeah I worked out pretty hard this year. Had a few buddies take good care of me and show me the ropes, and I focused on my protein intake.” I had to laugh at myself for saying it, the protein intake. But I said it and watched the man’s reactions. I mean, his son was inside the shop blowing this man’s buddy, and I couldn’t help but keep my porn brain active.

The large man nodded and folded those giant arms over what appeared to be a firm barrel chest and I think I let out a small moan as I saw everything flex under his shirt. “Well Nando’s hoping this job will bulk him up a bit more.”

I laughed again. “I think this job will help for sure.” I couldn’t help but think of him swallowing Frank’s load and smiled. “Do you want me to go get him for you? Let him know you’re here.”

He shook his head. “Nah. He comes out when he’s done. I’m sure he’s just, uh…cleaning up in there.”

I paused, thinking of Nando cleaning up alright. But something about this man was making me curious. “You a friend of Frank’s?”

He smiled at me, rocking on his feet as he stared down at me. Black dress shoes. Probably a size 13 by my guess. His legs thick in his dress pants. “Yeah. Frank and I go way back. We played football together in high school. Still get together every now and then to play poker and drink and stuff.” His eyes held mine and he kept smiling at me, looking sexy as fuck.

I heard the mention of poker and let my tongue slide out of my lips as I took that in. “Cool.” I said, eyeing this man’s wide thighs as he stood there, feet apart, glaring down at me. “I only met Frank last year. At a poker game as a matter of fact.” I looked up for any sign of knowledge, feeling rather confident. I had serviced a few men that night, but it was Frank that I wanted. And Frank wanted me. Now this masculine man’s son was taking my place. And I was way overdue and feeling rather vengeful.

The man’s eyes widened, and then looked me up and down with that frozen smile. “Oh yeah?” His mouth sort of hung open as he lifted his chin up and I could see the wheels turning. I knew Frank and his buddies visited Rick’s Poker Nights – or his Poke Him Nights as Rick called them. He seemed like just the type that would visit.

“Yeah. I guess Frank took a shine to me and offered me a job that night. It was a favour to his buddy Rick. You know him?” I was feeling sexy now, testing this big man in front of me.

This time I saw the light bulb in his head and his stance changed, his face relaxed even more and his smile turned rather lustful. “Yeah I know Rick. Big Rick.” His eyes squinted as he stared at me. He reached a large hand up and rubbed his stubble before he wiped his luscious looking lips with his fingers. “Haven’t been to one of those nights in a while. Too bad I missed seeing you there.”

I shrugged, seeing some thickening in his dress pants. “I haven’t been back. Too many players for me. I don’t like to play with that many guys.” I raised my eyes up to him and saw the look in his eyes. It was the same look Frank had.

There was a moment of silence as we stood there, facing off, the sexual tension now filling the space between us. He was into me. I could tell. And I certainly was into this divorced man. The father of the boy who was inside just now blowing my former man.

He peered over my shoulder and looked at the door. “You need a ride home?” His voice was suddenly deeper, throaty even as if he could hardly contain his thoughts.

I shook my head with a laugh and pointed to my mother’s car. “I’ve got a car.”

“Too bad cause I could certainly give you a ride.” His smile was lecherous, and he overtly pulled the middle of his pants up to give himself some adjustment to his groin area. He stared at me making sure I noticed.

I noticed all right.

He smiled at me slightly and his tongue licked his bottom lip, moistening it as he stared at me. Without a word, he walked towards the side of the garage and peered in the window of the door before he turned back to me. With a hand now on his package, he nodded towards the side of the building and walked to it. The back of the garage was your typical alleyway, covered by large trees against an empty area. I followed without a second thought.

He stopped around the corner of the building and leaned against it, pulling at his fly and fishing his thick hand inside his pants to remove his cock as I stepped towards him. Here was a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to show me what he had. He let his cock hang out, a meaty looking thick one like the rest of him, cut with a fat mushroom head and thick veins running up the side. He had pulled his nuts out too, so there, leaning against the wall in his white dress shirt and black dress pants, he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down at his thickening cock inviting me to do what I wanted with it.

“Well if we don’t have time for a ride….” He glanced up at me and waited, a sexy grin on his face.

I thought of his son sucking off Frank in the office just on the other side of the wall and didn’t waste any time. I stepped up to this hulk of a man and stared at his thickening cock. I could smell his scent as I neared his cock, taking the hard shaft by my hand as I moved close to him. I breathed him in, loving the smell of this man and opened my mouth wide as I bent over. I mimicked Fernando’s movements, twisting the base as I worked up and down to moisten it as it grew even more in my mouth. I suddenly wondered if Nando had sucked his own father’s cock, given how well he seemed to tackle Frank’s. But at this moment, I was hungry for dick, and even hungrier knowing I was sucking off Fernando’s dad as he slurped up my former man.

I looked up to see the mountainous mounds of pecs underneath that white shirt above me. Fernando’s father stared down at me with his hands still in his pockets, letting me suck his dick. It hardened to its full mast as I worked on it, matching my own size and girth. It would be fantastic to see our cocks together to compare. Even though I didn’t think we had a lot of time as Fernando could be stepping outside at any moment, my mind went to what it would feel like to have this thing buried inside me. So I worked hard, and fast, to bring this man to a satisfying end. I moaned as I did, hearing his own sounds above me. And when his breathing increased, a large hand suddenly grabbed my head and his hips started to move.

“I’m going to cum.” He said simply holding me in place. I put my hands on his pants, feeling the hard thighs underneath my fingers and let him fuck my throat. I closed my eyes, anticipating the taste and let him erupt straight into my mouth. He was quiet, not letting out many sounds or changing pace, just a man on the side of a wall shooting his load down into my guts. And like a hungry baby, I slurped every last drop down.

As I pulled off, I noted how it was still so long and hard, as if he could go again. If only, I thought in my head, thinking about bending over for this man and having him pound my ass against this very wall. I grabbed the base of his cock and stared at it before I licked the tip clean and let out a satisfying smack of my lips as I stood up. He tucked his still hard cock into his pants with some difficulty as he eyed me, giving me a half smile.

“Next time maybe I can give you that ride home?”

I stood in front of him, wiping my lips and gave him my best sexy grin. “I’d like that.”

His eyebrow arched as his eyes looked at my mouth. “Yeah?” He turned around the corner to see if anyone had exited the building yet. When he looked back, he stood up straight and grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into his face. He kissed me hungrily, his mouth open wide, his thick tongue filling my throat suddenly and sucking my breath away. My hands planted on his chest, feeling the hardness of them and making me moan into him, until he pulled my head back and just stared at me.

With a small groan, he let his thumb trace over my bottom lip as he looked at me. “I think I can have a lot of fun with you. Just don’t tell Nando.”

“No worries there.” I said, still tasting the salty mixture from this man’s load now mixed with drops of his own saliva. I wiped the corners of my mouth when he let go of me and stepped sideways, tugging at his crotch again as if he was still erect. I looked at the door too, pulling at my own pants and thinking of the two of them still inside, wondering if they were going for round two.

I looked back up at this man, how fucking sexy he looked, all manly and macho standing there with this shit eating grin on his face. He was still staring at me, probably thinking about all the ways he was going to fuck me, while I stared at him picturing him naked, seeing if he was totally smooth as he looked, wondering just how muscular and thick he was underneath all those clothes.

“I pick Nando up every night around 6.” He rubbed his chin again, turning to check the door quickly before he looked at me again. “If I show up on Monday at 5:30 would you be able to take a quick ride?”

I thought about Frank’s cum spilling into Fernando’s mouth and this big man standing in front of me. Getting back at them seemed like the right thing to do. “For sure.” I said quickly, staring up at this hulk.

He pulled me in to his body again and kissed me hard. “Good. Monday it is.” Then with a shove, he roughly pushed me from him and into the open away from the building. I stumbled to my car, looking backwards at him standing there holding his crotch, leering at me.

He waited until I was in my car before he walked to the main door of the garage and opened it, looking back at my car once before he disappeared inside.

Monday couldn’t come fast enough now.