You ever hear the expression “people who throw rocks hide their hands?” Well, we could apply that phrase to so many things happening around the world right now, but that wouldn’t get any of the readers excited. I’d much rather tell you about another experience that caused me to think of this expression in the first place.
I’d always been taunted and bullied probably from the third grade until high school graduation. I guess most boys pegged me as a faggot long before I realized I was one. One of my fiercest high school bullies was a French-American boy named Lance. He was physically much more mature than most of us. He was a gifted athlete on the football team and baseball team, at least six feet tall, had a grown man’s physique with hair all over his body, including his chest and sported a short cropped beard which drove all the girls, and gay boys, crazy. Lance had wavy brown hair, and a mean set of eyes that always seemed to glare in my direction whenever our paths crossed.
I remember one day in World History class, which was just after our gym class where I’d sneak glances in the showers and locker room at my bully, he had worn a short sleeved button down shirt. His top three buttons were undone. Just before the bell rang to begin our class, two girls sat near him and put their hands on his exposed chest.
“Oh Lance, your chest hair is so sexy.”, they said.
Reflexively, I turned to look for myself and Lance saw me turn to face him.
“Look, even that faggot over there thinks it’s sexy, too. You like looking at my chest hair, perv?”
I turned so red and looked away. Under my desk, I popped a boner. I was so mad at myself for looking over at him so obviously. I’d just sort of figured out I was attracted to boys, but kept it a well-hidden secret, well, at least I thought so, and did everything I could to hide my erection under my desk.
After that class, Lance followed me into the hallway, pushed me face first into a locker, spun me around, and grabbed the neck of my shirt into his fist. His face was just an inch from mine.
“Quit looking at me, faggot! I’m not a queer!” I felt his spittle on my face. Then he punched me in the stomach and I was doubled over. Other boys would tease me, and some had also beaten me up for being different, but for three years, Lance seemed to target me. Seeking me out in the boys room to punch me in the face, he’d hung me by my shirt to a hook on a wall, would make me give him my lunch money, give me wedgies, after gym class he’d lead the other boys in calling me names and shoving me around against the lockers, and more.
High school was a nightmare. I didn’t sleep well and I’d developed a terrible case of psoriasis all over my body from nerves and anxiety. At the time my dad was working abroad and my mom was busy living her best life always out with friends and couldn’t be bothered to intervene much.
After graduation, I spent two years at our local community college. I felt like I needed to stay home and rebuild myself. My skin condition completely cleared up at the end of my first semester and I was no longer the target of bullying by anyone.
I’d heard that Lance went off to a state university and was at least 3 hours away from me, so I felt safe. I also started hitting the gym and bulked up with some added muscle as I was a very scrawny kid. I did this so I could finally fight back if anyone came for me. Maybe I toughened up a bit.
I knew which school Lance was attending, and by my junior year, I decided to attend the same school to complete my undergraduate degree, thinking that there were over 20,000 students on that campus, what were the chances of me running into Lance?
At the time, undergraduate housing was very limited so juniors and seniors were forced to find off-campus accommodations. I shared a townhouse about a mile from campus with two girlfriends from high school. I’d come out to them as gay before we moved in and they said what everyone says, “sweetie, we knew you were gay we were 13, but we’re glad you told us, finally!”
Well, as the man of the house, I was outside mowing the lawn shirtless on a hot summer day, and I look four houses over, and I see a man that looks just like Lance sunbathing in his front yard, shirtless in a small blue speedo. I couldn’t be sure, the beard was fuller and so was his chest hair, and he was wearing sunglasses. The man was HOT!
I shook my head and said, “it cant be Lance” to myself.
Well another ten or fifteen minutes go by and I’m finishing the front lawn and another equally sexy young man comes out of the house with a towel and two beers. Lance grabs one of them, the other guy lays out his towel and they are now they are awfully close to one another.
Then the one who I think is Lance leans over to kiss the other guy, a blonde, smooth surfer type. I was shocked to see this very public display of affection in broad daylight!
Still unconvinced it was Lance I come back I to the house all sweaty and see one of my roommates there.
“Do you remember that guy Lance in high school that used to torment me everyday?”
“Yeah, why? He was such an asshole!”
“I think he goes to our school.”
“Yeah, I thought I heard that, but I haven’t seen him.”
We’d only just begun the semester so it’s not like we’d been there very long to have spotted him.
“Well, I think he lives four houses away from us. I saw two guys in speedos sunbathing on the lawn and they kissed! I could swear that one of them is Lance or his twin.”
“No way, you think it’s him? For real? Lance being gay though? I don’t know about that, he had a different girl every week.”
“I have no idea, you’re probably right. It probably wasn’t him. I’m going to take a shower. It’s so hot out there today.”
“Go ahead. Now you got me curious, I’m going to go for a walk and see for myself while you’re in the shower.”
“Come on Valerie, please don’t! I’m sure I was just seeing things.”
“Alright, I won’t.”
I ran upstairs to take a shower and just before I stepped inside I heard the front door close.
“That bitch!” I screamed.
I rushed through my shower put on some shorts, not even bothering with a shirt and found Valerie sitting in the sofa reading a text book.
“I know you went out there.”
“I did, but there wasn’t anyone out there, so we’ll just have to wait to find out.”
For the next few days every time I left the house for school or my job or to play tennis or just in general, I always waited to see that guy again, but it looked like our schedules never coordinated for another sighting.
As things typically happen, I was walking between classes and out of nowhere, I hear a familiar voice.
“Hey Alex, is that really you?”
Holy fuck! It was Lance! I winced and I thought I was gonna piss my pants.
“Oh, hey Lance.”, was all I could say. It wasn’t like I was happy to see the guy even if he was now smoking hot.
“Hey, I heard you and your girlfriends from school were going here.”
“Yeah.”, was all I could muster. He was acting like we were best friends.
“So, where you guys living?”
“In a townhouse off campus.”
“No way! Me too! My boyfriend and I are sharing it together.”
“What did you just say?”
“I said I’m living with my boyfriend.”
“Get the fuck out of here, Lance. For three years you made me feel like a piece of shit and bullied me. I don’t wanna hear this!”
“Hey, hey, Alex. I know, I know what I did to you was unforgivable. I guess I knew I was into guys too and by bullying you I could act like it grossed me out. I’m really sorry, Alex. Looking back, I was awful. I don’t know what to say.”
“Lance, I don’t want to stand here and rehash this. I’ve tried to put this all in the past. You really fucked me up, man. I’m going to be late for class.”
I walked away fuming how did Lance ever think that a few words could erase the psychological damage he’d inflicted on me?
I finished classes and came home to change for my part-time job. My other roommate, Marie, was home and also getting ready for a date.
“Hey Alex, why do you look so mad? Did something happen today?”
“Yeah, I saw that fucker, Lance. He tried to apologize to me for how he treated me in high school then told me he was living with his boyfriend. Can you believe that? Like I’m just going to forgive and forget? I don’t think so!”
“I could see that is upsetting. It must bring up a lot of bad memories for you.”
My friend Marie was a psych major, she always seemed to know what to say without overstepping.
“You know you don’t have to forgive him, Alex. The choice is yours to make.”
“I know. I just never thought we’d be living four doors down from the guy. What are the chances of that? I gotta change for work. Have fun on your date.”
“I will and we can talk more about this tomorrow if you want. I hate to see you so upset.”
“Thanks, sweetie.”, I said, and hugged her.
All during my shift I was stewing as I interacted with customers and tried my best not to take my frustrations out on them. I did decide that after work, I was gonna march right up to his front door and give Lance a piece of my mind!
I drove home rather quickly, parked my car and did just that. I rapped on the door hard enough for anyone home to hear it. I was angry.
His boyfriend answered the door in his white Jockey briefs. I probably woke them up.
“Can I help you? Who are you?”
“Is Lance here! I need to speak to him, now!”
“Wait a minute, settle down. Are you Alex? He told me he saw some kid he knew in high school today…”
I cut him off.
“Yes now where is Lance!”
“He’s upstairs. He’s indisposed at the moment though. Can’t you come back tomorrow?”
“No fucking way!” I surprised myself and pushed the guy aside and thundered up the stairs and I sure did find Lance. He was face down on his stomach in the center of his bed, his legs open, naked. What a gorgeous ass, I said to myself.
“Is that you babe? Who was at the door? Come on, my hole needs you.”
“No Lance! It’s Alex!”
Lance made no attempt to cover up but he did roll over and sat up straight. I could see his flaccid cock falling heavy over his balls, dangling almost five inches and fairly thick.
“Alex! What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?”
“I came here to give you a piece of my mind, Lance! I saw you and your boyfriend lying outside on the lawn the other day. I live four doors down from you!”
At this point the boyfriend had walked upstairs to witness our interaction but didn’t say anything. He realized this was between me and Lance.
“Alex, look man. What do you want me to say? I can’t change what happened in high school. I said I was sorry, and I meant that. You can yell at at me all you want, I know I deserve it.”
Suddenly the urge to yell at Lance disappeared as I saw him naked and his hot boyfriend almost naked.
“Yeah, you do deserve it, Lance. Then I looked over at the boyfriend and said, “you have no idea what Lance did to me in high school. He was the worst. It was terrible.”
The boyfriend still didn’t say anything.
“Alex, what can I do to make this right? You wanna revenge fuck me or something? I mean I’m already naked and lubed. Would that make us even?”
“You want me to fuck you in front of your boyfriend, Lance? Are you for real?”
“Logan loves to watch me get fucked by other guys. It turns him on. Logan, tell Alex it’s cool.”
“Yeah, it’s cool. It sounds like Lance needs it hard from what you’re saying. Make him feel sorry for everything he did to you.”
“Alex, when I saw you after a couple of years it was obvious you’ve been hitting the gym, you look really hot. I was just telling Logan how I’d love to bottom for you someday but never thought it would happen so soon.”
“I’m gonna need some help getting my dick hard, Lance. I haven’t fucked anyone in months and I’m a little nervous with an audience.”
“Do you want Logan to leave us alone?”
“No, no that’s ok. Logan do you mind sitting over there though so I can’t see you watching us.”
“Sure, whatever you need. Just fuck him like he deserves to be, think about all the crap he put you through.”
“Yeah, I’m going to. I got a lot of pent up anger in me from all the shit your boyfriend put me through. I have every intention of making him walk funny when I’m through.”
I was pretty proud of my dick. It was almost 8 inches when fully erect, cut and nice and thick. It was nothing to sneeze it.
I pulled off my clothes and I moved closer to the bed.
Lance had me stand on the bed while he was still on his knees and his hand began to lightly stroke my cock.
“I don’t remember you having such a big dick, Alex.”
“I was a late bloomer, man.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
Alex brought his mouth to my cock and parted his pretty lips and swirled the head of my dick around using his tongue so well. I closed my eyes and felt my cock engorge and after a few minutes, it sure was at full fast.
I looked down at Lance and could not believe that my high school bully was blowing me! My mind flashed back to high school and that day I was dangling off a hook on the wall. That’s when the anger hit me and I took and handful of his hair into my hand and roughly pulled on it, holding his head in place and began to relentlessly fuck his throat. I wanted him to know the boy he called a faggot over and over again was now raping his throat. Lance was gagging and choking over my dick. I didn’t care one bit, I wanted him to suffer. I kept fucking his face until he almost vomited.
I let him go and his eyes were watery and bloodshot and his face was drenched by his own mouth juices. I let him suck in some air for a few seconds before I grabbed a larger handful of hair and went after his throat hard a second time until he almost vomited again. I was definitely turned on seeing Lance’s face so ruined and distressed. It was almost surreal!
I let go and slapped him across his bearded face a couple of times.
“Turn around, show me that ass!”
Of course I had to smack both cheeks hard to make him pay for the many times he punched me in my gut or in the face. I think I even growled when I shoved my dick into his ass.
I grabbed flesh on his now red butt, digging my fingernails into his skin as I hammered my club into him, slamming hard from behind. He tried to crawl away from me.
“Don’t you run away from, bitch!”
I held onto each of his hips and pulled him right back onto my dick, exactly how I wanted it, watching my cock go in and out of that wet hole.
“Take my dick, Lance!”
I slapped his ass so hard I probably startled Logan. I’d forgotten he was even there and focused all my energy on giving my cock to my bully.
I pulled myself up higher, straddling his thighs so my cock could go even deeper into that ass, my balls now crashing right up against his taint. Every inch of my cock was inside Lance now and I felt powerful.
I pulled all the way out and drilled back inside hard, pile-driving my cock inside that puffed out chute. I did this a dozen times before going hard again and slapping that ass again and again.
I was so consumed with so many years of pent up rage that I needed to unleash, I barely heard Lance begging and pleading for mercy. Just like I did when I was the receiving end of his fists in my face and he kept going. His cries only made me want to hurt him more. I open hand slapped his ass even harder, Stinging my own hand as I continued to assault his asshole with my big dick.
I felt my balls tightening. I couldn’t believe I was about to breed this asshole’s asshole after everything he did to me in high school. It was an unexpected turn of events. I growled like an absolute beast as I slammed my pelvis into his rectum, giving him all my dick, all my nut, the nut of the boy he called a pansy, a fairy, a faggot, a queer!
I pulled out and slapped that ass hard again.
“Who’s the faggot now, Lance?”
I put on my work pants grabbed my shirt and shoes and went home.
The girls were awake watching tv.
“Where have you been? You should have been home from work already, and why aren’t you wearing your shirt?”, Valerie asked.
“I went over to give Lance a piece of my mind.”, I said calmly.
“It looks like you gave him a piece of something, Alex. Did you actually fuck him?”, Marie asked coyly.
“I did, that fucker had it coming.”
“Do you feel better, sweetie?”, Marie asked.
“I do actually. I never thought in my life I’d be dicking down my bully. Good night ladies, I’m going to shower and get some sleep.”
The girls giggled when I walked up the stairs
