Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2012 14:19:08 -0800 (PST)
From: dws202 <dws202@yahoo.com>
Subject: Submission: The Bully

This story is a work of fiction. It is intended for those 18 and over,
where permitted. If you like what you read, feel free to drop me a line and
tell me what you like about it.

The Bully (dws202@yahoo.com)

I.


It's been tough raising two kids on my own. When my ex-wife made it clear
she had no intention of being closely involved in the boys' lives, much
less having them live with her, I thought it would be a snap for me to be
there and make up for her self-centeredness. But even with help from
teachers, sitters, relatives, you name it, they're still a handful.


Greg is the older one, 14 going on 40. He's the one that worries me the
most. It seems like his teen years started way too early, right after the
divorce four years ago. He's a little big for his age, not tall but chunky,
like he's going to be a football player one day. That build seems to give
him a sense of power over other kids, and he uses it all too frequently. In
short, and I hate to admit it about my own son--he's a bully. Just like
his mom, as it turns out.


Then there's Trevor, who's 12. In addition to being two years younger than
Greg, he's also smaller and has a slighter build than his brother did at
that age. Where Greg's a loudmouth, Trevor is shy and quiet. Greg hates
school and homework, but Trevor is already taking to reading, and spends a
lot of his time inside with books. I admit Greg's a bully, but to be
honest, I don't really have time to worry too much about how he treats
other kids his age. What concerns me the most is, he seems to like bullying
his little brother most of all.

I also have to admit, I tend to take Trevor's side because he reminds me
more of me at that age than Greg ever has. I still remember what it was
like to be shy and bookish, and to be teased for it by other kids. When
Greg starts bossing his little brother around, I guess I just naturally fly
to Trevor's defense. I'm trying not to be so obvious, knowing that if Greg
suspects I'm siding with Trevor, he'll make the kid's life a living hell
when I'm not around for payback.


Something else separates them too. While Greg is almost pathological in his
desire not ever to be hugged, kissed or to endure any other form of
affection, Trevor seems to crave it. His mother was cold, and our sexual
dysfunction as well as utter lack of physical closeness was a big part of
why we broke up. Since she left, and especially recently, Trevor's
closeness and affection have become somewhat of a problem for me. He has
often asked to get in my bed when he's having trouble sleeping, most
probably to get away from his brother, so I hesitate not to let him. But in
addition to the fact that he's way too old to be doing this, the most
recent times he has been in bed with me have been, well, arousing. Not that
we've ever done anything, of course. It's just that my body seems to
respond to his being next to me in a way that my mind would never even
contemplate. Hopefully, Trevor has never noticed.


I guess the best illustration of what I'm talking about happened not in
bed, but on a car ride. I had some business out of town and Trevor was home
from school for a teacher workday, but Greg's school was in. So I took
Trevor with me, since we left mid-morning and would be home by
mid-afternoon. The car ride home made Trevor very tired, so I told him to
lie down. But he didn't want to lie down in the back, he said, and curled
up on the front seat. Eventually, his head nestled in my lap while he
slept, first facing away from me, then turning toward me. His mouth rested
lightly and directly on my crotch, which made my cock grow rack hard. Both
Trevor and Greg look a lot like their mother, blond with pale complexions,
and the sight of his blond hair resting on my thigh and his red lips so
close to my private parts that he could have opened them and...


Well hell, you get the picture. I was so turned on I had to pull over to a
gas station. Trevor waited in the locked car while I said I would just be
minute to use the restroom. Luckily it was single only, and I used the
privacy to pull my hard cock out of my suit trousers and beat it furiously,
thinking despite every herculean effort on my part not to about those lips
parting as my cock slipped into Trevor's hot willing mouth, and he
beginning to suck with abandon. I came all over the place, cleaned up and
got back in the car. This wouldn't do.


The next time Trevor asked if he could get into bed with me I told him he
needed to go back to his room and sleep there. I hated doing that, but I
was terrified of what might happen if I felt him so close to me again. He
went back to the boys' room reluctantly, and I spent the next hour with my
cock in my hand, slowly stroking as I let myself wallow in absurd, filthy,
perverted thoughts until I felt the hot spray landing on my stomach and
chest.



II.



Trevor seldom complained about his older brother directly. In fact, he
seemed to idolize him, despite Greg's bullying nature. Once, when I came
home from work, I went upstairs to check on him after the sitter left. I
knew he would probably be reading, with Greg at soccer practice and the
room to himself. He had a book on his bed, but it was off to the side. He
seemed strange, like he was daydreaming. He also seemed flushed, and his
eyes were moist and red. I asked him if everything was okay and he said it
was fine, but he seemed distant and a little nervous. I felt his forehead
and it was warm but not feverish, so I told him to take it easy and read
until dinner. Later, when Greg got home, I asked him if anything was wrong
with Trevor, and got the usual flippant backtalk. I told Greg to stay in
his room for mouthing off. But there was something bothering me, something
I couldn't quite put my finger on. The more I thought about it, I started
to wonder if maybe Trevor had been playing with himself when I got home and
had quickly gotten dressed before I came in. Needless to say, the thought
of it followed me to bed and made for a long night.


It was a few days later, and I had knocked off work a little early. I got
home right when the boys got back from school. Greg was going to practice,
and I let the sitter go home since I was going to be around, doing some
yard work and clearing in the back. I changed and went outside. As I
approached the shed to start working, I stopped. If Trevor thought he had
the house to himself, what would he be doing? I tried like hell to stem the
thoughts in my head but they were just too strong. At the very least, I had
to see it for myself. I opened the shed door and made a lot of noise, then
slipped out quietly and left the door open. I slipped noiselessly into the
back of the house and up the stairs. The door to the boys' room was half
open, and from just at the top of the stairs I could see without being
seen. I was afraid of being heard, but I didn't have to worry. The noise
was coming from the room, not the stairs.


"No," Trevor practically wailed. "Just leave me alone, dad's gonna hear
us." What the hell was going on?


"Not if you shut up, little faggot." I froze. It was Greg's voice, low but
unmistakable. Why wasn't he at practice, and what was he doing? I moved
just a few inches forward to get a look into the room. I was petrified of
being seen, but I didn't have to be. The boys were preoccupied.


They were both on Trevor's single bed, closer to the door. Trevor was
completely naked, something I hadn't seen since he began taking his own
private baths. His build was still slight but a little more defined,
slender and smooth. His face was red, and tears were in his eyes. That was
due to his left arm being twisted behind his back by his older brother.


Greg was straddling Trevor, a knee on each side of his little brother as he
pulled Trevor's arm against his back. Greg still wore his soccer jersey but
nothing else. He was stocky and smooth, his thighs and calves plump, as was
his ass. As he struggled with Trevor, I could see his dick. It was poking
out from between his round tummy and Trevor's asscheek. The head was purple
with excitement, and much thicker than I would have suspected. I also
hadn't seen him since he started bathing alone, and was taken aback at how
much more developed he was now.


Despite my first instinct, to walk in and break this up and rescue Trevor
from his brother, I froze. But not with fear. With intense curiosity, and
more than a little lust. Greg moved Trevor's arm back to his side but held
it down by the wrist, and did the same with the other arm. He leaned down
toward Trevor's ear and practically growled, "Are you gonna shut up now?"
Trevor, who had stopped struggling, whispered, "yes." Greg let go of
Trevor's wrists and sat up straight. Doing this exposed his crotch. His
dick was still smallish but thick, and it practically throbbed over his
tight scrotum, just barely covered with peach fuzz. Greg grabbed his prick
with his right hand and began stroking it, grinning an evil grin down at
Trevor as he moved himself from his brother's sides to kneeling between his
legs. He pushed then further apart with his knees, and I could just make
out from my vantage point Trevor's smooth hairless crack. As Greg continued
to stroke, he put his left hand index finger into his mouth and sucked at
it. He removed it from his mouth, and without any warning at all, plunged
the wet finger straight up his brother's asshole.


Trevor cried out, briefly, then closed his mouth. Greg began working the
finger in and out of his brother's hole. As he did so, Trevor began to
moan, alternating between grunting when Greg's finger plunged in, then
almost sighing as it slid back out again. Greg continued to finger-fuck him
until Trevor was practically crying out. Then he stopped, finger firmly
planted inside. Greg tilted his head down slightly as his right hand raised
his hard cock straight upright. A big glob of spit escaped from Greg's lips
and landed square onto his purple cockhead. He pulled his finger out of
Trevor, and spread his buttcheek as far aside as possible. Then he took
aim, and without a second's hesitation, guided his cock straight up his
brother's anus.


My eyes crossed as I heard a yell escape from Trevor's mouth. My own cock
was pressing furiously against the crotch of my work shorts. My eyes closed
involuntarily, I don't know why. But my ears opened, and I heard every
sound as if I were in the room next to them. The sound of Trevor's heavy
breathing, punctuated by a deep moaning that seemed to fluctuate with the
rhythm of the moving bed. The sound of Greg talking, the filthy bully
taunting his prone little brother.


"Oh fuck yeah, take that cock, faggot." Trevor's moaning became
louder. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh fuck that feels good." The noise of their sex
drove me crazy as I leaned against the wall, pressing my crotch hard
against it. Finally, I opened my eyes. Greg's longish hair flew back from
his face, his head upturned and his eyes closed. His plump ass moved back
and forth wildly as he fucked Trevor, and he was practically bucking like a
wild horse. Trevor had spread his legs far apart to allow full access to
his brother's cock, and his eyes were closed as well, a look of intense
pleasure on his face. The sight pushed me over the edge, and without even
touching it, my cock exploded in my shorts, gushing wave after wave of hot
cum into my underwear. The boys were still at it as I made my way
downstairs and back outside quietly. I returned to the shed, and waited
long enough to clean up and change into some extra shorts I had out
there. When I came back in, Greg was gone. I could hear Trevor in his room,
but I didn't go upstairs, afraid what I had seen would show on my face.

 III.



For weeks I went over what I had seen, and not just at night in bed, cock
in hand. I was completely stunned, and had no idea what to do, or if I
should do anything. On the one hand, if the boys were enjoying it, who was
I to stop it? Given my own thoughts about Trevor, I wasn't exactly in a
position to judge. On the other hand, despite giving into his older brother
and seemingly liking what he did to him, it was obvious Greg had been
violent to Trevor and undoubtedly bullied him into doing it. I was torn
between wanting to protect Trevor from any potential harm, and letting the
"boys be boys." As for the other option--joining in--I decided it was
better to keep that one to myself. The opportunity to see Trevor not only
naked but doing things I had thought about doing with him was keeping my
masturbatory fantasies rich enough.


One Friday afternoon, Trevor was away on a school fieldtrip. Greg,
uncharacteristically, was in his room, trying to focus on homework. When I
asked him if he needed help, and I got my usual smart-ass answer, I started
to leave him to it. But something stopped me. I was tired of his lip, and
the longer I let him get away with it, the worse it was going to be. So I
let him know, in no uncertain terms, that his backtalk to me ended right
then and there. I guess after all that had happened, and all the angst
building up inside, I must have let him have it pretty good. He started at
me, wide-eyed and silent, then just said simply, "yes, sir."


Yes, sir. Now that was something I had never heard out of that kid's
mouth. Yes, sir. I kind of liked that. Something small and almost
imperceptible changed in me, hearing those words. I found myself striding
over to him and pulling him up from his bed by the shoulder. "And lay off
Trevor, do you hear me?"


"What are getting so mad about," he whined. "I just tease him a little,
maybe knock him around some." Bullshit!," I yelled. "You bully him like you
bully everyone else, and I'm telling you, that ends right now." "All
right," he answered petulantly. "Don't have a fucking cow."


I couldn't believe the kid had the nerve to use that language with me. This
was exactly what I was talking about. I grabbed his shoulders and spun him
around, pulling his arm behind his back. "Ow," Greg protested, though I
didn't pull nearly as hard as he had to Trevor. I leaned in and whispered,
"doesn't feel too nice, does it, tough guy?" Greg simpered in response. I
whispered again. "You know damn well he'd let you fuck him anyway, you
didn't have to be so rough with him." Greg froze, every muscle in his body
rigid. I continued. "But then again, I think you just like it that
way. Don't you?" He didn't say a word. I turned him back around to face
me. His eyes were wide with fear, I just wasn't sure exactly of what. Of
being found out, or of what might come next. My own anger and frustration
washed out, and a new emotion took over. I reached down, and grabbed Greg,
literally by the balls, and gave them a squeeze.


"You liked taking advantage of Trevor, didn't ya?" Greg squirmed. "Dad
please, don't do that." I let go. "Oh, it's fine for you, but not for me,
is that it?" "Please," he begged. "I promise I'll leave Trevor alone." "Not
good enough," I barked. I was actually beginning to enjoy this. A lot.


I pushed Greg back down, and he sat on the edge of the bed, staring up at
me. He was obviously scared, I could see that in his eyes. But there was
something else there too, something that tempered the fear. I grinned,
hoping it looked just like the grin I had seen Greg give Trevor that
day. He watched as I undid my belt, first becoming terrified that it looked
like I might use it on him. Then in amazement as I put the belt aside, and
undid my slacks. I pulled them down and let them drop the rest of the way
to my ankles. Then slowly pulled my white briefs down, my hard cock
flopping out and standing rigid in front of Greg's face. He seemed
confused, and petrified. I reached out and grabbed the back of his head,
clutching a portion of his blond hair and pulling it slightly to tilt his
face upward. Then I growled. "Suck it, boy," and pushed forward.


The red lips parted and my cock began to disappear into his mouth. It was
too large to go all the way in, but I let him have as much as he could
take. He gagged a few times, but went on gamely. My cock began to move in
and out smoothly as Greg's spit lubed it, and I whispered, "make it wet."
Then I pulled his head back by the hair and stepped back. Greg breathed
heavily. I let his hair go, and bent down to remove my shoes and socks,
letting my trousers and briefs slide off to the floor. Greg watched
curiously and hungrily as I stood back up, my cock poking through the tail
of my Oxford dress shirt. I stepped forward and pulled Greg up from the
bed, then ordered, "take off your clothes." He complied quickly, and in
seconds stood naked before me. I reached out with my right hand and began
to stroke his chest lightly, cupping his developing pecks and lightly
stroking the nipple, then down around his waist, still pudgy with baby
fat. I reached down and lightly cupped his balls, shrunken with excitement,
then lightly stroked his hard cock. It was remarkable how like mine it was,
just smaller. He was already about 4 inches though, and thick like mine. I
was amazed that Trevor could take it. As I stroked his cock, he reached out
and began to stroke mine. My 7.5 inches were on full display, and he pulled
and tugged at it. Then he went down and began to fondle my scrotum. Unlike
my boys I was dark-complected and hairy, and Greg seemed fascinated by
it. After a moment, I ordered, "get on the bed." He complied, sitting
facing me. "No," I said. "get on your hands and knees." Greg protested,
"no, dad, let me keep sucking it." I gave him the evil grin again. "Do it,
now."

Greg turned and got on his hands and knees. All that time fantasizing about
Trevor it had never occurred to me that I might lust after Greg, but I was
then, looking at his plump round hairless bottom. I had admired Trevor's
slender figure, but found myself appreciating Greg's bigger frame. His
round asscheeks were just barely parted enough to reveal a beautiful crack
and just the shadow of his hole. "Spread 'em," I ordered. He did. His head
went down against the bed as he raised his ass, pulling apart the ample
cheeks and revealing his puckered, pink hairless hole. I sighed as it
spread out in front of me, and began stroking my still-wet and hard cock,
just looking at that beautiful ass.

My wife had me go down on her a few times, which I hated. So I was amazed
that almost without thinking, I kneeled down, grabbed the mounds of flesh
from Greg's hands, and buried my face in his ass. He drew a sharp breath as
my stubble began to scratch against his cheeks as I explored every inch of
his crack, first breathing in the sultry musk with my nose, then taking
that first coppery taste with the tip of my tongue. I breathed deeply, and
dove in fully, my tongue pushing apart the folds of Greg's sphincter and
disappearing deep into his sweet bunghole. As I continued to pierce him
with my tongue, Greg started to murmur. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh
fuck."

Oh fuck was right. "Good idea," I whispered, then stood up. "Dad, no," he
said. But without too much conviction. "Oh yes," I countered, with much
conviction. I undid my dress shirt and took it off, leaving only my white
undershirt on. I stepped forward and slapped my hard cock against my son's
ass, bouncing it up and down like a toy. Greg stayed prone, waiting. When I
stopped moving, he wriggled his ass in anticipation, but I waited still
longer. Then I asked him, "what does it feel like putting your cock inside
your brother's asshole?" Eventually Greg answered, "really good." "You like
fucking your little brother?" "Oh yeah, " he replied. "Is Trevor's hole
nice and tight," I asked, making Greg squirm at the dirty talk. "Yeah," he
said. "Do you shoot your cock up his ass or do you pull it out and cum on
him," I asked. "Dad!" "Answer me, do you cum inside his butthole or not?"
"Yeah," Greg said. "Does Trevor ever cum," I asked. "A little, not as much
as me though," Greg said. I kept tapping my dick against him, and waited
while I pondered that information.

Eventually he spoke up. "What's the matter?" "Nothing," I replied. "It's
OK," he said. "What the hell do you mean 'it's ok?'" I demanded. "I say
what's OK and what's not OK around here, got it?" "OK," he whimpered, then
quickly added, "I mean, alright." I placed the tip of my cock at the very
top of his crack, then with my right hand slowly slid it down until it came
to rest just at his rosebud, then stopped. After a few seconds, I spoke.

"Tell me what you want," I said. Greg said in confusion, "what?" "Tell me
what you want," I repeated with an edge to my voice. Greg was silent. I
pushed my cock against his ass just to the side of his hole and poked him a
few more times, then said, "Do you want me to fuck your fat ass?" Still he
said nothing, so I repeated myself even louder. "I said, do you want me to
fuck your fat ass?" After a few seconds he replied, almost too quiet to
hear. "Yes, sir."

"Then tell me, " I said. "Fuck me," he replied. "Better than that," I
warned. "Please fuck me," he tried. Then again, "please fuck my fat ass."
Now he was catching on.

I placed the tip of my cock at his hole and pushed forward. The folds were
still slick with my spit, but tight, so I pressed harder until just my
cockhead poked inside him. Greg's sphincter resisted the invasion, and his
breath was sharp and fast. I stopped there and looked down. So little in,
so much to go. Finally, I asked. "More?"

"Yes," he said breathlessly. "Then beg for it," I ordered. "Please fuck
me," he tried. "You can do better than that, son," I offered. He hesitated,
then said, "please fuck me, daddy." And then, "please put it in." "Put what
in," I asked. "Your cock," he said. "Your big cock." "Put my big cock
where," I goaded. "Please put your big cock in my booty hole." He was now
practically begging. I pushed forward a little, and watched as one more
inch disappeared inside my son's ass.  Greg cried out, and I stopped. After
a few seconds, I said, "more."

Greg writhed underneath me. "Oh fuck, please fuck me daddy, please put your
cock inside me. Please stick it up my ass." Then he thought for a
second. "Fuck my hole like I fucked Trevor's hole." That was good for
another inch, and he moaned loudly as it slipped into his anus. This time
when I stopped, Greg needed no prodding.

"Shove it up my ass daddy, please. Shove the whole thing up my ass and make
it cum, I wanna feel it." Then he thought some more. "Trevor said it felt
really hot, he said at first he thought I pissed in him but then I told him
what it was, and he wanted it again. Oh fuck, please daddy, shove it up
there and cum in my ass!" I took a breath, and pushed all the way
forward. My cock buried itself right up to my pubes in my son's hole, and
Greg screamed in pain, pleasure and surprise combined. I moved out slowly
then back in, then again, finally getting a rhythm as Greg made deep
guttural noises, then moaned.

"oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck me daddy, fuck me harder, that feels so
good, oh fuck, fuck me daddy..." Greg's anal cavity gripped my cock like a
hot vise. Never in my life had I felt such hot passionate lust and pleasure
as I did with my cock buried deep inside my son's bowels, fucking him
senseless while he moaned and begged me to continue. The perversion brought
me to the edge of cumming much quicker than ever before. "Grab your cock,"
I ordered Greg. He reached underneath and started stroking himself, still
bucking his ass up against me and taking my cock in and out of his hole. I
yelled out loud as what seemed like gallons of hot jizz spurted inside
Greg's hole, which grew unbelievably warm and slick as the cum spread
around. Greg continued to jack off as my cock grew softer, eventually
plopping out of his hot wet hole. Greg sighed at the sensation, then cried
out as he spurted his own jizz all over the bed underneath him. I watched
him as he came, his fuzzy balls bouncing furiously underneath his ass,
still raised up in the air and exposing his battered red hole now wet and
open, a small trail of my cum sliding slowly down his crack. As Greg
finished pumping the jizz out of his cock, I reached over and shoved a
finger up his fuckhole. He cried out as I wiggled it inside, feeling the
load I had left inside him. Then I pulled it out, and said, "Daddy spermed
your ass good, son." Greg smiled. I slapped his ass hard but playfully,
then said, "better get cleaned up before your brother gets home." I turned
around to head to the bathroom.

Trevor stood in the doorway. His shorts and undies were around his ankles,
and his right hand was planted on his small but firm pecker. His mouth was
open in astonishment. His eyes took in the sight of his father, naked from
the waist down, his cock still semi-hard and wet from fucking his son. And
his older brother, naked and prone on the bed on all fours, his asshole
stretched open and slick, oozing the cum his father had just shot inside
him. No one said anything for a moment. Then I smiled, and spoke.

"Come on in, son, there's something I'd like to show you."