Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2023 16:03:24 -0500 From: Waldo de la Vista Subject: A Weakness For Bad Boys, Part 4 This is a fiction story laced with a healthy dose of facts based on my life but, most of it is just wishful thinking. It's what I call a cumming-of-age story tracing a closeted teen through 7 chapters as he struggles with his sexuality and a slight streak of masochism. The best sex is when both partners get off! So just as this site helps us cum, lets give them a reach-around by donating to: https://donate.nifty.org/ A WEAKNESS FOR BAD BOYS, PART 4 BECOMING TANK'S TUTOR My eyes rolled back into my head when I spotted Tank walking about the campus. He waved at me as you would greet a casual acquaintance. We kept on ignoring each other until the beginning of the second semester when Tank called out to me from his car while I waited for the bus and offered me a ride. I declined politely, telling him I didn't want to put him out of his way, but he insisted and I got in the car. He then invited me for a burger and I accepted since I was hungry and low on cash. Tank made small talk while we ate. My part of the dialogue was stuff like "No, I haven't seen him since" or "I wasn't around when that happened". We had nothing in common, not even memories. Then he went on to the business he had in mind. "I was wondering if you could help me out in Math." He said, explaining he was flunking the subject and reminding me I'd successfully tutored lots of guys in high school. "You're the smartest friend I've got!" Friend? I should have asked for his definition. I started turning down the proposal but he offered me good money for my time. It was hard to refuse. By this time, Tank was already playing in Venezuela's professional baseball league, where he was a well-paid forward. But he wasn't your stereotype jock: he wanted a business career he could fall back on. I began tutoring him at his parent's house which was in a rich neighborhood. Then, we had our first sleepover. The first thing I noticed in his room was a MacGyver action figure on his desk next to his Xbox 360. We did have something in common, it was my favourite TV show! After a long session going through some basic high school math, he called it quits and we prepared for bed, me changing into boxer shorts and a vest, while he stripped down to his underwear briefs. He asked me if I wanted to play cards to get our minds off numbers. We played rummy, a game I was good at. But Tank beat me at practically every hand, distracted as I was at his naked torso and the outline of the snake resting inside his underwear. "You're pretty bad at this!" He said. I told him he'd just gotten lucky to which he laughed. Then, excessively sure of myself, I told him I'd bet my payment I'd win the next game, double or nothing. He said he didn't want to take my money. I called him a chicken. He laughed. "Tell you what!" He said. "You lose, you have to suck my dick!" I was about to call him an asshole and leave when I suddenly said "OK! So if you lose, you'll suck mine!" He looked disgusted and said "No! If I lose I have to let you suck my cock! It's a win-win situation for you!" "If you're going to start with that shit, I'm out of here. For good!" "Settle down, man! I don't give a shit that you're a faggot. I have an uncle that's gay, he's the nicest person I know. I just thought we could have some fun together! That's all!" He said. After hesitating a bit, I told him I'd wager the MacGyver action figure. He balked: "That's not worth a blow job! Do you know how much it cost me to get hold of that?" After a second thought, I asked: "You remember that day you peed on me in front of the whole classroom?" He looked genuinely remorseful. "I'm sorry about that, man! I get stupid when I'm angry." "Well, I want to get even: when you lose, I get to pee on you!" "Oh, fuck, man! That's nasty!" "But you want me to put your nasty cock in my mouth?" "The way you used to look at it, I don't think you found it nasty," he said smiling. "All bets are off then." "No!" He said decidedly "You're so bad at cards, you'll be sucking my dick in a few minutes." But I got dealt a good hand and in less than a dozen turns I lay down my last deadwood and called Gin. The tragic disappointment on his face should have been a satisfactory enough payback. "Two out of three! C'mon!" He declared. But I wouldn't have it. PAYBACK #1 In the bathroom, he slipped off his underwear and lay down in the bathtub. I tried to suppress a hard-on by not detailing his body as I stood over him, lifted the leg of my shorts and pointed my semi-hard dick at his hairy chest. "Get it on my face and you're dead!" He declared. "I wasn't given that chance, so just make sure you keep your mouth shut." I started spraying his stomach and chest but respected his face. "That feels kind of nice and warm," he said and shot a stream of his own over his chest. He had cleverly owned the situation. I tucked my Weiner away. Tank got on his feet and, without a warning, turned on the shower, holding me in so my vest and shorts were drenched. "Asshole!" I exclaimed. I stripped naked as he lathered his sculpted torso. "Stop pointing your dick at me!" Tank demanded and I turned around. "You have such a nice ass!", he whispered and I felt the tip of his hard cock run across my butt crack. I turned around quickly: "Don't do that!" He just smiled and stroked his cock. "This is the last chance I'm giving you to suck my cock, pigmy!" I had never seen it hard. It didn't grow as big as I imagined, but it was huge, thick and imposing. It also had a bend halfway to the bulbous head that made it curve slightly to the left. I didn't hesitate, practically fell on my knees and began sucking his huge cock, consequences be damned. "I told you you'd be sucking my cock!" With every blow, I managed to get more of his big cock down my throat until my nose got buried into his pubes. He was completely in my power, I had him moaning and whimpering in no time. When I felt he was on the brink I pulled him halfway out to taste his cum before swallowing it. "Shit! You're good! We could've been doing that since high school" He mentioned as we slipped into our undies. "If only you hadn't been such an asshole!" I answered. Tank lent me one of his underwear briefs and we slipped into his bed to sleep, facing away from each other. I dozed off after almost an hour thinking about having conquered Tank's schlong. TANK TOPS During the night I woke up when Tank turned around, put one arm around me and spoon me, his raging hard-on squarely planted against my butt. A shiver ran up my spine, both because of the tenderness he was displaying by hugging me, and the prospect of a monster cock assaulting my butt-hole. I was a bit turned on by the idea of giving bottoming a second try. I pretended to be asleep while he slowly slipped his hand inside the underwear to caress my ass. He struggled to pull my underwear down but I didn't move, wanting him to fuck me, but a bit embarrassed to let him know I was that eager to get cornholed. But frustrated at his fumbling, I threw all pretense of machismo I had left, and quickly pulled the undies down myself and lay on my stomach. I wanted him so badly that my cock was hard as a rock. But then his fat dickhead pierced my butthole and I gasped. "Stop! You're too big!" I pleaded loudly. "Shh! Relax bro! Let your butt get used to it." He whispered. I closed my eyes and resigned myself to the fact that I was going to get fucked again. I could tell he'd practiced this kind of sport before: after slowly inching his way in and staying inside me for a while, he began slowly thrusting. In a short while the only thing hurting was my pride. But once more I wasn't enjoying it. I was uncomfortable and anxious and lost my hard-on. I felt like I should insist on stopping him. But deep down I knew I'd led myself into this situation. I might as well let him enjoy it. For a while, the only sound in the room was the squishing sound of his cock slapping in and out of me with the drone of the air conditioner in the background. I remained quietly letting him use me until he urgently announced he'd reached his goal. "Jesus! Jesus! Oh, fuck!" Why call Him into this situation? Again those feelings of shame began swelling. What was I doing face down on a mattress with Tank grunting as he shot his baby batter up my butt? With his wasted cock still in me, he squeezed my shoulder and added some extra humiliation: "You're the best piece of ass I've ever had, faggot." Just as rage was overcoming me, he planted a kiss on the middle of my back that shot a chill up my spine. Then he kissed his way up the back of my neck and whispered. "My sweet faggot, I want to be inside you forever" That got me hard as a rock. I was so confused. Did he just make love to me, or had I just been used as a dump? Silently we got in the shower once more, where I started washing his cum out of my tush. He looked at my sour expression and just grinned wickedly. "C'mon, pigmy! You're not going to tell me you didn't enjoy it too?" "No, I didn't!" I told him, knowing it wasn't totally true. But added one indisputable fact: "I told you to stop!" He was genuinely surprised at my reaction. "You pulled the underwear down yourself. That's what you faggots like!" "No! Not all of us. And you're just as much a faggot if you get off on fucking a guy!" I learned this concept of gayness via therapy with Pedro. He just sighed and blurted out "Fuck you!" "Why don't you fuck yourself and see how you like it!" And that was the last conversation we had for days. I was deeply conflicted: I was mad that he hadn't stopped when I asked him to. But I got hard as a rock when I remembered him ramming his crooked cock up my butt. That weekend I was supposed to visit Pedro, but I wasn't in the mood for sex. I went to the movies on my own. When I returned home, my mother handed me Tank's MacGyver action figure and told me a friend had come around to drop it by. It was an incredibly nice gesture for such a brute. Besides, I had wanted him in me at first and hadn't put up an effort to stop him. It seemed unfair to be mad at him. I called him, we made up and we agreed to resume my tutoring sessions the following Tuesday.