Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2023 15:59:04 -0500
From: Waldo de la Vista <waldodelavista@gmail.com>
Subject: A Weakness For Bad Boys, part 6

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 the last chapter.

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A WEAKNESS FOR BAD BOYS, PART 6

PAYBACK #2

Last month I was going through my man2man dating account looking for a
weekend date. I had a message in my mailbox from "TankTopXL". I immediately
thought of Tank, but I couldn't believe he'd look me up after all these
years. But sure enough, there was a shot of his big hard cock and a message
that read: "I'll be in town for the weekend. Want to hook up for old times
sake?"

It was just like him. He drives Pedro out of my life, gets me thrown out of
my house and imagines 20 years is enough to forget it all and shove his
cock inside me. I was about to just send him to hell when I gave it some
thought and hatched a plan to teach him a lesson. So I told him I was free
that weekend, gave him the address and signed off saying I had to the
pharmacy to get some lube. He wrote LOL and told me he'd try to be
gentle. I sent him a wink emoji and immediately drove to Best Buy.

Half an hour before Tank's arrival, I'd installed a small camera which
secretly peered through one of the holes in the basket design of a fake
flower plant pot. I pointed it to the bed and made sure it wasn't
noticeable from any angle of the bedroom. I turned on the music, waiting
nervously for my date's arrival. He is now a minor celebrity in the country
and would be ruined if a gay sex tape of him surfaced in the macho
Venezuelan sports community. Outting wasn't something I condoned, but Tank
deserved it.

My heart skipped a beat as soon as I saw Tank at my door. I knew I
shouldn't be feeling this way for him again. He looked a bit heavier and
his hair was thinning, but he'd built his muscles up. I knew this from
catching glimpses of him on TV, but it was far more impressive and
intimidating in person.

Without saying a word, as if two decades hadn't gone by, he just came into
my apartment and kissed me. For a second I forgot I hated his guts. I
groped his crotch to get my mind off my feelings and concentrate on sex,
but he stopped me.

"Hey, pigmy! I'm famished. Can we order something first?"

I offered him some leftover pizza, hiding my annoyance at delaying the
career-killing video. He said that would do fine.

"You used to hate pineapple on your pizza!"  He asked as the slices were
heating up.

"I love it now! People change."

While we ate, my Angora Toby came out of the room to greet Tank. He picked
Toby up and stroked it: "You even like pussies now".

"That's funny!" I replied without laughing.

Tank and I undressed in the bedroom. His cock stood in menacing and
enticing attention. He urged me to get down on my knees and I began sucking
enthusiastically. I had already reasoned I'd enjoyed sex with many
strangers without knowing if they were decent people or assholes, so
pleasuring one more son-of-a-bitch shouldn't get in the way of sex. When
he'd had enough foreplay he told me to lie face down on the bed, as if to
recreate our first time. While he lubed his cock up I looked to my right at
the hidden camera, winked and wondered if left was Tank's best side. When
his bent cock slowly slid into me, I rolled my eyes at the exquisite pain
and pleasure. Pretending to enjoy him would be fairly easy.

TANK'S LUCK PREVAILS

Tank gave me such a rough and thorough fuck that I began having doubts
about my primary objective. But he had to go down! By the time he unloaded
his spunk inside of me, we were in the missionary position. He kissed me.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, Waldo!", he said softly and then
made his way down to my cock to suck me off. I closed my eyes and caressed
his thinking hair, moaning to let him know he was doing a great job. As
usual, I warned him when I was near the brink, but he kept on going until
my spunk was down his throat.

"You didn't have to do that"

"You love pineapple pizza now, I've acquired a taste for cum" He said.

That was gold! I couldn't have written it better. I looked towards the
camera but jumped when I saw my cat lying in front of the potted plant.

"Toby! You asshole!" I yelled and dashed towards him in such a rage he
jumped down the shelves and ran under the bed.

"What the fuck?" Tank exclaimed.

"I was filming us and the fucking cat blocked the whole thing!"

Tank shrugged and smiled wickedly: "We can always do it all over again. I
don't mind!"

"You dumb fuck! I was going to send it to your TV station. Ruin you like
you ruined Pedro and me!"

Tank's whole face seemed to drop. Then he got angry: "You still haven't
realized that pervert was just using you? Grow up!"

"Everybody uses everybody. You sure used me as a cum dump. Or should I
remind you of how you raped me, you brainless ape!"

Tank arose and cocked his fist ready to punch me in the face. He trembled,
took a few deep breaths and lowered his arm.

"Listen, I'm sorry you got in trouble with your Mom. But Pedro got what was
coming to him. And as for that rape you keep bringing up, I'm starting to
get the feeling you're one of those freaks who gets hard thinking about
being forced. I already apologized for not pulling out. And I'm really
fucking sorry now because it would probably have saved me the hassle of
getting tangled up with you!"

At that moment, Toby walked out from under the bed, rubbed himself against
Tank and purred.

"Fucking traitor!" I told Toby. Then addressed Tank pointing a finger at my
head: "You're right. I'm fucked up here. But I still think ratting on Pedro
was a shitty thing to do. Even if it was to save me from being a whore."

Tank looked ashamed. "I didn't do it for that. I was just jealous. When I
saw the satisfaction it gave you to fuck him, and knowing I couldn't do
that for you. I just flipped. Maybe we both have a screw loose in the
head."

"Maybe if you'd just told me you loved me, at least once, things would've
been different," I said.

"And how many times did you say it to me?" he replied. I couldn't remember
ever saying it. He added: "I figured you just wanted my big cock!"

There was a long silence between us which I awkwardly broke by asking:
"So... How did you acquire a taste for cum?"

He rolled his eyes and showed me a shot of a young blond twink on his
phone. He was a rookie on a baseball team imported from Arkansas. "I had an
affair for some months with him. I was willing to do anything for him
except, you know... Let him pop my cherry!"  After another lull in the
conversation, he added: "So, what now?"

"I don't know. Sometimes it feels like we deserve one another.  And it
would probably work if you weren't such a second-rate excuse of a faggot" I
declared.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" He asked.

"I mean, you're basically a pussy. Such a big strong macho man, but afraid
of a weiner."

He laughed hard. "I know what reverse psychology is, pillow-bitter. It does
not affect me. How about you giving rimming a try?"

"That's not the same thing!" I said with a grimace.

"So stop trying to get me to do something I'm not willing to do."

"How about we settle this the old way," I replied. "I've got a deck of
cards. You win, I'll rim you. You lose I pop your cherry."

"You really want my ass one way or the other." He laughed.

I dealt a hand but after the first few deals, Tank put his cards face
down. "This is not right. I'm not bet my ass to you!"

"You're a pussy!" I laughed.

He leaned in to kiss me and then whispered: "I'm offering you my ass
willingly, faggot!"

I almost cried.

Shortly after, I had his legs on my chest and a thumb in his butt applying
some extra lube.

"Shit!" he said uncomfortably.

"No shame in backing out, big guy!"

"I'm tougher than you are. If you can take my cock, I can take your dick."

I slowly slid my shaft into him. He was smiling and laughing nervously, but
his eyes showed he was regretting it a bit, and his cock remained
flaccid. But minutes later, he was smiling and looking into my eyes. I
looked down at his crotch and saw a raging hard-on.

I asked him if he was starting to like it. He asked back sarcastically:
"Are you still inside me?"

I told him to get on all fours and kept on screwing him. "This is nice. But
I want to see your face when you cum!" When I was nearing the end, I lay
flat on my back and let him ride me. After I bred him he crawl over me to
put his throbbing dick in my face. I sucked him like a confused calf might
feed off a bull.

He lay on top of me spent, both of us breathing heavily.

"You liked getting fucked, didn't you?" When he nodded, I continued: "Am I
turning you into a faggot?"

"No... I was always your faggot, Waldo!" He answered.

THE END