Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2024 21:24:54 +0000 From: Philip Christensen Subject: The Bully's Son Contains British terminology / geography PLEASE CONSIDER DONATING VIA https://donate.nifty.org/. YOU CAN DONATE ONE-HANDED ;) We were driving up north without much conversation. Even when we stopped for coffee my boyfriend, Tim, was pretty much silent. Eventually, as we came off the motorway at Penrith,I asked: "How are you feeling about meeting my parents?". He admitted he felt nervous, "but also, I really need a piss". I laughed and said we could stop at the library. I parked the car nearby and let him get out. A full 15 minutes later he returned with a huge grin on his face: "You won't believe what just happened: I started pissing when this guy next to me at the urinal turns round, gets on his knees, grabs my cock and puts it in his mouth. Swallowed the whole lot and just continued with a blow job until I came. I'm much more relaxed now..." I grinned and said: "Library toilets still the same as I remember them then! I was hoping this would happen." We got there and it went as well as it could. My parents offered us tea and cake and as we were both starving from the long journey we gratefully accepted. Tim hit it off immediately with my mother in particular. After that we went to my old bedroom where my parents had put up a second single bed. "Nice of them to think we won't have sex before marriage" Tim joked. I noticed he already had his phone in his hand. "Don't bother" I said, "The nearest guys on Grindr will be in Carlisle or even Newcastle." - "That's where you're wrong", he said, "there's a guy 450 yards from here apparently." I didn't believe him. All the time I was growing up I was very much the only gay in the village. "Have a look yourself!" Tim said. I opened my own Grindr and there he was: J, 22, "where are all the daddies?". I looked at his picture and said: "I think I know who this is." Tim looked at me quizzically. "How can you? You haven't lived here for more than 20 years." I explained that I didn't recognise the actual guy but given the short distance and the uncanny similarity to a boy I went to school with I thought it must be his son. "Oooh, young love?" Tim winked at me. "Not quite." I replied, "he used to bully me relentlessly for being gay.". Tim replied: "Well now's your chance to get back at him. Fuck his son!" Tim asked for the bathroom to have a shower and I started to unpack when my phone made that familiar scratching noise. It was him. "Hot profile! Looking for?" I thought about what Tim said and against my better judgment entered into a conversation. Tim came back from the bathroom wearing just a towel. I told him what had happened and he asked me to show him my phone. I handed it over: - Hot profile! Looking for? - Your ass ;) - Cheeky! Says on ur profile ur bottom? - Bottom/versatile. In a top mood today - Any more pics? - Sent. U? - Great cock! Would love that in me - Love ur hairy ass as well. Would love to search for the hole in that jungle - Can't host tho - Me neither. Overmere? - Can be there in 20 mins - Will have dinner first. 7pm? - No prob. Can't wait! "Overmere?" Tim asked. I told him it was the lake with the local gay nude beach and served as a cruising ground inasmuch as there was any. "Well I never!" Tim replied. "Can I come? I like your parents but we've only just met and I don't want to spend a whole evening with them. Also what if they ask me where you are?" I replied that coming with me wasn't a problem as long as he kept his distance. Tim asked how come there were only 20 years between me and that guy if I went to school with his father. I told him that Patrick married young because his girlfriend/now wife was an evangelical Christian and wouldn't put out until they were married. "Sounds like a delightful family" Tim commented. That's when my mother called us to dinner. As we sat down at the table I told my parents that Tim and I would go out again as I wanted to show him the lakes where I grew up. It had been a beautiful day and the sun was still fairly high in the sky when we got to Overmere Lake. As we arrived another couple was just getting up from their beach mat and seemed to be leaving but exchanged a look and sat back down. "Right, I am going to keep my distance as requested", Tim said with a grin, dropped his towel not far from the couple and started to strip off. I was looking over to him. No matter how many times I've seen him naked it's still a thrill to see his underpants come off and his beautiful cock revealed. I walked in a slightly different direction, also went naked, lay on my own towel and closed my eyes. I heard Tim make contact with the couple. I was too far away to actually hear full sentences but it was clear what was happening. I didn't have to wait long. I heard footsteps approach, opened my eyes and saw him. He was actually beautiful. Ash blond hair, brown eyes, a bit of stubble and a shy smile. He seemed to have no intention to sit down so I got up. We were about the same height, him maybe slightly taller than my 5'9". "You must be..." I started and suddenly realised that we hadn't exchanged names. "Jesse" he offered. "I'm Pete." I replied. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tim kiss first the muscular black guy and then the leaner ginger-haired white guy. I decided to take things a bit more slowly. "So do you come here a lot?" I asked. "In summer, yes", he replied. "Every time I can get away. Are you local too? I haven't seen you around here." I told him that I lived in London and was just here to see my parents for the weekend but I remembered this place from when I grew up. Everybody -- especially boys -- was warned not to come to this side of the lake. Which obviously meant that once I found out the reason why I was here all the time. "I feel a bit overdressed" Jesse said as he realised he was the only guy still fully dressed. "I rather think you are" I agreed. He took off his t-shirt to reveal the hairiest chest imaginable on a 20 year old, going straight into his armpits and meeting his facial hair at the top. I remember his father starting to get body hair long before any of us other boys and having a properly hairy chest at 16. Without asking I started to suck Jesse's nipples and lightly bite them which made him moan. I moved to the side and started licking his armpit. He must have put on deodorant in the morning but it had pretty much worn off in the hot day, giving way to a divine manly scent that turned my semi into a full hardon. I reached inside his shorts and started to play with his hole that greedily welcomed my fingers. Jesse sat down on my towel to take off his sneakers so that he then could take off his shorts. As he was doing that I glanced over to the others. They were getting ready for a spit roast with the black guy sucking his boyfriend's cock while Tim got ready behind him. I have always enjoyed seeing him fuck other guys and this was a real turn on but now I turned round for my own entertainment. As I sat down next to him, Jesse leaned in to kiss me greedily. He was good. We both stretched out so that our rock hard cocks touched but our hands stayed firmly on each other's backs. Eventually we reluctantly separated and he got in position. There was one thing left to do. He stuck his ass up and I started licking. A hairy ass has always made me want to eat it and this was no exception. Again the day's sweat tasted fantastic. I slowly moved my tongue up his crack and found his hole. His moans got louder as I started to drill my tongue into him. I rimmed him for what must have been 10 minutes and then I was ready to take things up a notch. I reached for the lube I'd brought and greased up his hole and my cock. At 7" my dick isn't the longest in the world but I've rarely seen another one that had more girth. I opened Jesse's hole with one finger, two fingers, three. His moans now told me he was ready. I stuck in the head of my cock which made him instinctively close his hole. From somewhere he produced a bottle of poppers which helped him relax. I tried again and this time it was easier to get in. "You alright?" I asked and the answer came: "Yeah. Give it to me." The long drive up, the hot day, memories of being bullied -- all that just faded away the moment I sank my cock in his warm and soft ass. I found my rhythm and started pumping harder. This boy knew what he was doing, following my rhythm with his ass, almost sucking in my cock. I could have cum after a few seconds if I'd wanted to but I needed this to go on. I kept fucking him, reaching under him to twist his nipples, at which he gasped with joy. We changed position. I lay down on the towel and he sat on my cock. Now he was fucking himself with my tool while watching the spitroast scene next to us which seemed to turn him on majorly. He'd gone soft when I first entered him but now he was rock hard again. I noticed precum oozing out of the tip of his cock, wiped it off with my finger and tasted the sweet oily liquid. He kept riding my cock like there was no tomorrow. After another 20 minutes or so I said I couldn't hold back any longer. "Fill me, daddy, please!" he begged. The mention of his father should have been a mood killer in more ways than one but I was at the point of no return and shot a huge load up his ass. He asked me to stay inside him while he brought himself off. I offered my own hand and soon he squirted all over my chest, with a few drops landing in my mouth. I greedily ate his cum as he was climbing off me. When I looked up he was already putting his clothes back on and with barely another word he was gone. The other three had also finished now and I walked over to Tim. "I'd ask how it was", he said, "but I don't think I need to. My god, this place is hot!" I told him it's rarely ever like this but I agreed it was worth coming today. Tim introduced me to the couple, Bart (the black guy) and Kieran (the redhaired white guy). "We've swapped numbers", Tim said, "I think when we're all back in London we should all get together some time." I said that sounded great but for now we should probably get back to my parents'. I said I just needed a piss then we could go. Kieran got up as well and walked over to the trees with me. As soon as I started pissing I felt his hand on my ass. Standing so close I felt a few splashes on my legs. Before I knew it we were pissing all over each other. When we were done, Kieran kissed me very passionately and then we walked over to the lake to wash. When we got back, Tim and Bart were locked in an embrace and were both hard again. "Now now boys.", I said, "we really need to go." Reluctantly all of us got dressed and we went our separate ways. "To think I was apprehensive about coming here", Tim said. "I wouldn't have missed this for the world!" On the drive back Tim asked if I'd told Jesse that I knew his father. I said that I hardly had time he was gone so quickly. But also frankly growing up gay with his parents he was punished enough and none of this was his fault in the first place. Though if there was ever going to be a class reunion and Tom, Jesse's father, was going to be an asshole I would take delight in asking him about his son.