Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2018 02:16:11 +0000
From: Micah Allen <Coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Bully Wins: Chapter 3

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THE BULLY WINS: CHAPTER 2
by Micah Allen

"My house after school. I'm gonna teach you how to suck dick for real."

His house. HIS house. Hunter's house. The bully's house.

Josh couldn't focus all day. The words of his teachers evaded him. He
couldn't stop touching the mark on his neck. The stares from his peers made
him uncomfortable, so finally he put on his favorite black hoodie, pulling
it over his head so he could hide the evidence of Hunter's professed
ownership.

You can't wear a hoodie in gym class, though.

"Didn't think you had it in you, Morris," a voice said in the locker room
as Josh dressed down for class. A couple other boys in the room
chuckled. Josh knew right away it was Brian speaking, his ex-best
friend. He'd recognize that deep voice anywhere. "Who'd you get lucky with,
huh?"

"Probably some freshman faggot," some kid said.

"Probably Mr. Peters," another chimed in, referencing the school's elderly
janitor.

"That true, Morris?" Brian teased. Josh turned to look him in the face just
as he was getting closer. His shirt was off and he radiated heat; Josh
couldn't help but notice the intensity in his eyes. "You fucking dudes now?
You a little fag?"

The questions hurt, and Josh wanted to say so many different things. He
wanted to bring up their past. He wanted to bring up all the things they
shared with each other growing up. He wanted to hurt Brian, say something
amazingly clever that would make him look bad in front of all his bros. He
wanted to tell him the truth, `Hunter did this. Hunter. The same kid who
fucked your girlfriend.' He wanted revenge for Brian abandoning him when
his life started falling apart. He wanted to make Brian regret what he'd
done to him.

But instead Josh kept it cheap and simple. "Must've been Sarah. Heard she
gets around," he said, slamming his locker shut. A few guys oohed and
awed. Josh half expected to get hit for the remark, but Brian just smiled
darkly. "Yeah, right," he said, and walked back to his friends.

The sudden spike in confidence felt good to Josh, but it didn't calm his
nerves regarding the evening's scheduled events. Later in the day, he
overheard Mark and Vince say that Hunter had skipped his afternoon
classes. That wasn't unusual for him, but Josh wondered if it had anything
to do with the invitation he'd received to his house.

After school ended, Josh walked around for a bit. He knew where Hunter
lived but he was scared to go. Things had shifted for him so drastically
over the past few days and he didn't know how he felt about any of it. He
thought about just going home, but eventually he got another text from
Hunter asking where the fuck he was. Fearing repercussions, he took a deep
breath and walked over to Hunter's house.

When he reached the Bailey home, Hunter was sitting on the front steps,
smoking a cigarette and staring at his phone. The house was pretty rundown
and scary looking, which was a contrast from the relatively nice
neighborhood it was located in. The roof looked like it needed some
patchwork and a few windows on the garage door were broken.

"'Bout time," Hunter said gruffly. He was wearing a white tank and some
tight athletic shorts. His hair was a little damp. Josh had never really
seen him like that before. He finally looked up from his phone, eyeing Josh
from top to bottom. "Let's go inside. It's starting to rain."

Josh watched in silence as Hunter threw his cigarette butt to the ground
and crushed it beneath his sneaker. He followed him into the house, the
smell of smoke even stronger inside. His eyes watered a bit from the scent,
but overall the house didn't look too awful inside. The couches in the
living room were obviously old, as were the lamps and television, but it
looked like it was clean at the very least. There didn't seem to be anybody
else home at the moment.

Hunter led him down a short hallway to his bedroom. Once inside, Hunter
locked the door behind them. The room was very small, housing only a cheap
double bed, a heavily cluttered desk, and a small TV with a
PlayStation. Clothes were scattered all over the floor; Josh was pretty
sure he saw a girl's bra and panties in the mix. There was also a sliding
door leading to the backyard but it was covered. The air was surprisingly
fresher than the rest of the house and didn't smell quite as much like
smoke, though the scent was still there.

"Sit on the bed," Hunter ordered. Josh did as he was told. He had
butterflies sitting his ass down on the place where Hunter slept. Hunter
wiped some sweat from his forehead as he threw his pack of cigarettes on
top of his desk.

"Why are you all sweaty?" Josh asked, surprising himself with the
question. "I mean, I didn't think you were much of a jock."

"You don't have to be on the football team to be in shape," Hunter
retorted. He flexed one of his arms. "My dad has weights in the garage. I
lift every day."

"Oh," Josh said simply. He couldn't help but stare at Hunter's bulging arms
in his tank top, but also felt embarrassed about looking.

"See, this is why you're here," Hunter stated, rolling his eyes. He walked
up to Josh, stopping right in front of him. The bulge in his shorts was
inches from Josh's face. "I see it in your eyes every time we're
together. You like the idea of being owned by me. You fucking love
it. Don't lie, Joshy."

Josh swallowed hard. His heart was racing. He could smell the salty sweat
coming from Hunter's body and it made him grow hard in his jeans.

"Look at dick in my shorts," Hunter ordered. "Look at it and tell me what
you want to do."

Josh obeyed, allowing his eyes to focus on Hunter's bulge. His mouth
started to water a bit as he watched Hunter's dick grow hard. "That's
it. Tell me what you want, Joshy," Hunter repeated.

"I want..." Josh started. He swallowed hard again. "I want to suck your
dick."

"No kidding," Hunter said sarcastically. He tugged at his dick a little
bit, making it plump up in his shorts. "Everyone does, because I'm a real
man. You're really just like a girl, Joshy. Stick out your tongue."

Josh did as he was told. He looked up, his stomach in knots as he made eye
contact with Hunter. Hunter stepped forward, closing the gap between them,
his bulge making contact with Josh's tongue.

"Lick the front of my shorts," Hunter said. "Move your tongue all around
it. You like that, right, perve?"

"Mmhmm," Josh moaned, betraying himself as his tongue moved up and down the
tight fabric. The butterflies in his stomach began to flutter
frantically. He felt so exposed, his dick oozing pre-cum in his boxers.

"Fags are supposed to be good at sucking dick. Guess I'm gonna have to
teach you, kid. Pull my shorts down."

Almost too quickly, Josh yanked Hunter's shorts down his thick, hairy legs,
exposing a pair of navy-blue boxer-briefs. The shorts settled right at
Hunter's ankles, covering his white sneakers. "Sniff `em," Hunter said
lowly. Josh placed his nose right against Hunter's briefs. He inhaled
deeply, taking in Hunter's sweaty scent. It was humid and hot, and made
Josh's dick twitch. Hunter's cock was so hard it was stretching the
fabric. Josh kept inhaling, running his nose along the shaft.

"Yeah, girls love that shit, too," Hunter said. "They usually deny it
though. You're obviously loving the shit out of it."

Ignoring Hunter's words, Josh continued sniffing and licking at his
junk. He reached down and began to touch himself, but Hunter all but kicked
his hand away.

"None of that shit, Morris. You need to focus on MY body. Get high on my
smell and beg me for what you really want."

"I want your cock," Josh pleaded, inhaling deeply. "Show me what to
do. Show me how to suck your cock."

"Pull down my underwear next, nice and slow," Hunter said. Josh wasted no
time grabbing the sides of Hunter's briefs, slowly maneuvering them down
his waist. Hunter's cock jumped as it was freed from the cotton prison, the
scent of Hunter's crotch even stronger. It had looked big before but looked
massive and powerful from this angle.

"Now here's the deal, kid. I'm about to choke you with my cock. If I feel
your teeth, I'm going to punch them out," Hunter said aggressively. "If you
stop sucking me at any point, I'm going to kick you in the balls. You're
gonna learn to take my cock like a fucking champion. Do we understand each
other?" Josh nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with excitement and a little bit
of fear. "Good. Now open your mouth."

Josh no sooner had his mouth open before Hunter had his hands on the back
of his neck, forcing him forward onto his massive cock. Josh could barely
breathe as his mouth was filled with dick. Hunter started off slowly,
pushing himself in and out, allowing Josh's saliva to lube his dick
up. After a minute or so, he started pushing further down Josh's throat,
making him choke. "That's right, choke on it, bitch," Hunter said before a
moan escaped his lips. He pulled out almost all the way, the tip of his
cock resting between Josh's lips. "Take it down your throat." He pushed
forward again, as far as he could.

Josh coughed harshly, his eyes filling with water as his throat was
invaded. He did his best to swallow Hunter's massive dick but he couldn't
help but gag. He sucked the top half of Hunter's dick as it moved in and
out of his mouth.

"Sit on the floor," Hunter ordered as he completely pulled his cock from
Josh's mouth. Josh moved to Hunter's carpet-covered floor, putting his back
against the side of the bed. Hunter kicked his shorts and underwear off his
legs and placed one of his sneaker-clad feet on top of the bed, aiming his
wet, hard cock at Josh's mouth. Josh opened as wide as he could as his
mouth was filled up once again.

In this new position, Hunter was able to gain some momentum, pumping
swiftly in and out of Josh's mouth, his huge set of balls slapping against
Josh's face. Every time he pumped, he tried to go a little deeper. Whenever
Josh gagged, he'd pull back a bit before starting the process over. Josh
was intoxicated by Hunter's body odor; it was like a spell had been cast
over him.

Suddenly Josh reached up and grabbed Hunter's cock at the base, his other
hand holding onto Hunter's leg. Holding Hunter's dick prevented it from
going too deep down his throat, but also caused Hunter to moan
loudly. "Yeah, grab my dick, you little slut," he said, his breathing
becoming ragged. "Suck my fucking dick. Yeah, that's it. Just like a little
slutty girl." The words made Josh feel humiliated, but they made him suck a
little harder, too. He wanted to be better at this than a girl. He wanted
to be the best. He sucked harder, allowed Hunter's cock to go in a little
deeper, and stroked the base of Hunter's wet cock with his hands as it went
in and out.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum," Hunter said loudly. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Hunter
slowed a bit as he shot his load into Josh's mouth. Three, four, five
spurts of hot, sticky liquid hit Josh's tongue and throat. "Hold it in your
mouth," Hunter said breathlessly. After he finished cumming, he pulled his
still hard dick from Josh's mouth. "Show me," he said. Josh opened his
mouth, showing Hunter the massive load inside. "Now swallow." Josh
complied, proudly choking down the sticky, creamy load.

"Good boy," Hunter said, an odd smile appearing on his lips. "So much
better than yesterday. Fuck." He grabbed his briefs and shorts and pulled
them both back on, stuffing his semi-hard dick inside his briefs.

"Um, thanks," Josh said weakly, wiping the spit and cum from his mouth with
the sleeve of his hoodie.

"I need another cig. Let's go outside," Hunter said, heading for the
sliding glass door.

"You don't smoke in here?" Josh asked, surprised.

"Fuck no. What am I, a bohemian?"

"Your house smells like a bar."

"Fuck you, Josh," Hunter said, stepping outside with his pack of smokes. He
lit up as Josh followed, closing the door behind them. Hunter took a puff
from his cigarette and stared out into the rain. "My parents smoke inside,
but I'm not my fucking parents."

"I didn't mean to be insulting," Josh said, looking to the ground. They
were both quiet for a bit. "I'm sorry," Josh finally added. "I know how you
feel. I'm not my parents, either."

"Again I'll say it: fuck you, Josh," Hunter said angrily. "Don't act like
we're the same. We're nothing alike."

"Okay," Josh said. "We're nothing alike."

The two were silent for some time as Hunter finished his smoke. He eyed
Josh for a while as they stood there, listening to the rain pick up
speed. "I want another blow job," he finally said.

"Fine," Josh said, heading toward Hunter's room.

"No. Get on your knees."

"Here? Outside?" Josh asked nervously. The yard was fenced in but the fence
was pretty shitty; neighbors could surely see through if they wanted to.

Hunter shook his head, throwing his cigarette butt down. He grabbed Josh by
his sleeve and yanked him over, shoving him down onto the pavement in front
of him.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I own you now, Josh? And if I
tell you to do something, you better fucking listen to me," Hunter said. He
yanked the front of his shorts down, freeing his cock and balls
again. "Lick my balls; get me hard."

Josh winced a little at the roughness of the ground against his knees, but
he obeyed, placing his tongue against Hunter's hairy balls. Hunter stared
down at him, studying him intently as Josh took one of the warm orbs into
his mouth before switching to the other, slowly making Hunter's penis grow
with each lick and suck.

Hunter reached down and gave his cock a few strokes. He continued watching
Josh's face as he slapped his cock against the front of it several
times. Josh couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of Hunter's hardness
slapping against him.

"Suck my dick, Joshy," Hunter said. Josh took the length of it into his
mouth, suckling at the end before moving deeper onto it. This time he did
all the work, bobbing his head up and down on Hunter's boner, trying to
work up a rhythm. He then started using both of his hands, milking Hunter's
cock for all it was worth, the wet sound of his sucking fighting with the
rainfall inches away from them.

"Shit. You're a fast learner," Hunter moaned. "Damn. Your mouth feels great
on my cock."

Josh increased his pace, using his hands to stroke up and down Hunter's
cock as it went in and out of his mouth. Suddenly Hunter moaned
loudly. Josh could feel his dick spasm as he once again shot into his
mouth. It wasn't as big of a load as before, but it still felt like a fuck
ton of cum inside Josh's mouth. "Show me, kid," Hunter said. Josh showed
the older boy the cum in his mouth, just like before. He then swallowed it
down his throat in one gulp.

Hunter silently pulled his shorts over his cock and went back inside. Josh
stood and followed him like a puppy. "I need to piss like a racehorse,"
Hunter said. He unlocked the door and headed down the hallway; Josh was
unsure whether to follow before Hunter whistled for him.

"When you're with me, stay by my side no matter what," Hunter said as he
flicked on the bathroom light. He stopped for a moment, turning to look at
Josh. "Y'know, you should just let me piss in your mouth. You'd like that,
right?"

"Fuck no," Josh exclaimed. He was shocked by the idea.

"You would do it if I told you too," Hunter said with a catlike grin. He
then turned toward the toilet, pulled his shorts down and let the stream of
piss flow with a sigh. Josh couldn't help but stare at Hunter's dick with
odd curiosity as he pissed.

"Faggot," Hunter said with a grin. Josh turned to look at the floor.

Hunter pulled his shorts up, not bothering to flush as he headed for the
front door. When they were outside, he turned to Josh with a serious
gaze. "My pops is a trucker, so he's gone during the week, so I want you
here every day after school, got it?"

"Got it," Josh said obediently. He then felt Hunter wrap his arms around
him, their crotches pushed roughly together. He felt Hunter's breath
against his face. "What about your mom?" he asked nervously.

"She works at the diner downtown. They're home on the weekend," Hunter
replied, looking away for a moment. Suddenly their mouths were dangerously
close together. Hunter looked like he was about to kiss Josh on the lips,
letting himself get close before pulling away. "Go the fuck home, Morris,"
he said with an evil smirk. He stepped back into his house and slammed the
door.

Josh walked home in bewilderment, trying his best to get his erection
down. The cold rain helped a little bit. He started to think about Hunter
and what his motivations might have been. He knew Hunter had been teasing
him with the kiss but he couldn't help but wish it had happened. "Why me?"
he thought in his head.

When he got home, the house was dark and empty. His parents had both gone
somewhere with his little brother. He immediately went to his room and fell
down on his bed, burying his face in his pillow. He couldn't help but cry
out of frustration. His life was a mess, and his relationship with Hunter
was beyond fucked up.

A sound erupted from Josh's pocket: a text message on his phone. He slowly
reached in and pulled it out, the screen already lit up. "Can't stop
thinking about me I bet," the text read. Then another text came in. It was
a media message and took a little longer to load. Josh just about died when
the picture de-pixelated. "This is from my Tinder profile. Have fun," it
said. On the screen was a very shirtless and very sexy Hunter, posing in
front of his bathroom mirror. His muscles looked amazing.

Tears still fresh on his face, Josh urgently unzipped himself, shoved his
hand into his jeans and jerked himself to orgasm.

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I really appreciate the positive feedback! I love talking with you guys
about this story. There have been a lot of varied opinions and I'm trying
my best to keep up with the messages. Email me at coqkilla@hotmail.com and
let me know what you think. Should I keep going? ~ Micah