Gay Bully Payback

Cocky bully Jake has tormented small, shy Tommy since they were kids --- so when they come home from college and find themselves stuck on a midnight road trip together, a confrontation is inevitable. But after their rivalry explodes into uncontrollable lust, Tommy's old schoolyard bully finds himself on the receiving end of a deep, hot punishment!

Warning: Gay Bully Payback is a 12,500-word short story intended for ADULTS ONLY. Features intimidation, body contact, J/O, oral, anal, and moments of sweet revenge that will have you reaching for tissues... and maybe lube.

Excerpt:

Jake's chest was perfectly sculpted, slightly hairy, warm and welcoming... I buried my face in it, licking and biting him. Jake's gasps, his quick yelps and hisses of breath, testified to the savage passion I put into those attacks. They were by no means gentle.

So many times with my forearm bent over the monkey bars or my backpack turned inside out or my papers thrown in a puddle... sissy, fag, queer, nancy, fagatoni, so many cracks, complaints, pissy dramas, needless torture... had I just been a pussy, unable to appreciate this feeling as love?

Because this, the prelude to gay sex, was almost the same feeling as rolling around on the playground with him. The essence of his body hadn't changed since we were young.

Well, if this was a fight, I was going to win.... I was going to get what I wanted out of his body... his tight unbearably round ass, his hot hole...

Next I flipped Jake over, climbed onto his butt, and leaned forward. I massaged his taut shoulders with my hands, kneading coral-contoured trapezoid muscles that were not only smooth and vast, but defined. I leaned in and --- very gently --- bit his left earlobe.

Jake bucked under me, humping the bed with a quick gasp.

Pinning him securely, I got my canine teeth around his earlobe. I pressed harder---

"Uohhh...!"

I nibbled the back of his neck, the sensitive skin beneath the bottom of his tight, cute haircut... Jake writhed, shaking and moaning as he gasped out little meaningless sentences. Damn, the guy was responsive! I ground my own crotch into the seat of his pants, feeling the smooth curves of his ass. Finally I took mercy on him and hopped off. I lay down on the bed next to him... I was done with tender shit, it was time for the bizarre love-hate mixture I'd bottled up inside me for years to explode!

Glancing down at Jake's incredible, bubbled, jean-clad ass, I had a certain place in mind.

Soon...

For now I just gestured to my crotch.

"Suck it..."

Jake bit his lip, stared at my face for the extra second that a guy expends when he really thinks you're cute, and then looked down.

I'd been with four different guys before this, all random hookups in college, and so I had some idea of what to expect while fooling around with a guy. But Jake ---the fucking straight guy in the picture, or so I'd thought --- fucking dived at my crotch so furiously I almost thought he was attacking me! And he was; or rather he was attacking the fly of my jeans, unzipping it carefully, feeling inside--- his hand met my prick, felt the pre-cum soaking my briefs---

And his face went blank.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he whispered.