Brief Encounters Ch. 16

****The following story is fiction and the characters are all over the age of 18*****

Brief Encounters Anthology

Chapter 16

Taming the Beast

In life, there are many antithesis--rival factions, oppositions, such as Democrats and Republicans, Cats and Dogs, The LA Lakers and the Boston Celtics, and the classic, Nerds and Bullies---always at each other's throats. However, with the bully, they are the dominant side, oppressing the weaker, more fragile, side. But very rarely do the tides turn. Rarely does the Nerd hold power over the bully. The bully could be substantial, more intelligent, or hotter than the Nerd, but their weakness is always their ego.

An ego that is often as fragile as their victim.

It's funny how life can turn these types of tropes upside down.

This was something I got to experience.

The sound of a fist hitting the metal surface of the locker beside me echoed through the locker room. I felt the ringing in my ear but I refrained from showing any weakness. My bully, Jacob, stood before me, his fist inches from my ear, his body standing before me, emanating angry heat. If this were a cartoon, his face would be cherry red and steam would be coming from his ears. It was my fault, I had tested the beast which resulted in an aggressive reaction. One I was pleased with.

Instead of showing fear, I smiled, which seemed to agitate Jacob further.

His face turned redder somehow. A vein was certainly going to bust.

The locker room was empty. It was just us standing under the illumination of a single light. It was a bit romantic in a way. At least to me, perhaps to Jacob, it was a way for him to intimidate me more. But the thing with me was that I wasn't afraid of Jacob. Over the last four years of high school, Jacob bullied me. He had given me multitudes of wedgies during that time. As well as pouring milk on me, shoved me into lockers, and once he locked me in the basement of the gym.

Because of Jacob, much of my allowance went to buying new underwear.

I always wondered why me? What did I ever do to Jacob Newman? We were both the same age, 18. I never understood why he loved to bully me. I wasn't fragile or nerdy-looking like the rest of his victims. I was tall and athletic, thanks to my years of playing basketball. Jacob was on the football team, rightfully so. The man loved to shove and touch other men after all.

But despite having many victims, I was always the one he loved to pick. A theory of mine was that perhaps Jacob was secretly gay for me. It was common for the bully to turn out to be gay. But this level of hostility was intriguing to me. It almost felt as if he were using this hostility as a way to vent his sexual desires for me.

I'd often laugh at myself for thinking of such an idea.

Perhaps the poor boy was afraid to manifest the courage to come out to me.

Now, you're probably asking why I am standing in a low-illuminated room with my bully, who is possibly secretly gay. Well, let me tell you, it's because I know a secret about Jacob.

A few weeks before graduation:

With graduation on the horizon, I was happy to leave Jacob's bullying behind me. I was grateful to have been accepted to a college different from his. Otherwise, the bullying wouldn't stop at high school.

It was three weeks from graduation when I found out something about Jacob. I was in the library studying when I heard Jacob and his two friends, Joseph and Miguel, walk in. The trio were talking loud and the librarian quickly shushed them. The trio went silent and continued their walk into the library. I sat at the far end of the library; a more private space.

My plan was to ignore them and continue to study, but something told me my plan was going to fail.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the trio of friends sit at the table and start looking at their phones. I continued to read, they hadn't spotted me. Which was good. I didn't want to attract their attention. The briefs I had on were brand new and I didn't want them destroyed by my bully.

Unfortunately, my solitude didn't last very long.

Jacob somehow spotted me and walked down the aisle of books that lead to my location. I raised my textbook in hopes he wouldn't spot me. From the top of the book, I saw Jacob's fingers. He pulled the textbook onto the surface of the table, yanking it away from my grip, "Hey there, Nathan. My favorite little bitch to play with."

I rolled my eyes, "What do you want now, Jacob? If you want this book, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't think you've attained this reading level."

Jacob's face quickly turned red from anger, "What did you say, shit stain?"

"Such primitive words," I spat out.

Jacob tossed the book and grabbed me by the shirt, yanking me off my seat. Our faces were inches from one another. The anger was intense, I had to admit. However, I kept my composure, refusing to give into his aggressive actions. He knew if he did anything, he would be suspended, especially in Mrs. Berrycloth's library.

"Ahem," the voice of my savior said.

There she stood beside us. The tall thin woman stood there with her arms folded across her chest. Her black round glasses and raven hair in a ponytail complimented her fair skin. She wore a grassy plain colored dress that ran down to her ankles. "Mr. Newman and Mr. Page, what is the meaning of this?"

"Oh, you know, the usual bullying from Jacob," I said.

Mrs. Berrycloth shook her head, "I can see that, but did you agitate him with your comments again? You two settle this now, or I will get the Dean involved."

Jacob's fist softened, "Fine," he shoved me back. The momentum caused me to crash into the chair and onto the floor.

"Mr. Newman!" she nearly yelled, almost breaking the library rule.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm out of here."

"Actually, not yet Mr. Newman, for throwing a book you must pay a fine."

"Fuck that!" he spat out.

"Shall I get your mother in here?" was her retort.

I bit my lower lip to prevent a smile, or a comment. Who knew what Jacob would do if I agitated him further.

Jacob looked at me for a moment, possibly thinking if it was worth the effort to ignore Mrs. Berrycloth's order. "Fine, whatever," he spat out. Jacob grabbed his backpack which had fallen from his shoulder during the confrontation, then he stomped down the hallway. I noticed his backpack was open and told him that. All I got was an angry look from him and he continued his way.

Mrs. Berrycloth gave me a side-eye look and said, "Mr. Page, might I suggest not 'poking the bear' prior to graduation. You both would get in trouble."

I smirked, "Of course, Mrs. Berrycloth. I wouldn't dream of it."

Her eyes narrowed as if she didn't believe me, but her lips never parted. She walked away leaving me to pick up where I left off. Jacob's little tantrum caused my papers to fall onto the floor as well as my textbooks. I knelt down to collect my belongings. Under the textbook, I noticed a small notebook with a lock on it. It wasn't mine. Could it have been Jacob's?

I popped my head out over the table and saw Jacob and his friends at the counter attending to the transaction. Did Jacob keep a journal? I wondered what it contained. I tucked it into my backpack for a later inspection then returned to studying.

When Jacob and his friends finally left, I stuck around for a few more minutes to make sure the coast was clear.

At home, I showered and ate, then went to my bedroom to get some rest. It was always a good day to come home without a wedgie. There was one time Jacob had given me a wedgie so strong that it had caused bleeding. The days after were terrible as it was hard to use the restroom. I had also learned to stop wearing white briefs because of that. Instead, I started buying colored briefs. I even went out of the way to buy cheaper briefs that I would wear to school only.

It was ludacris to go to great lengths just to avoid problems.

I wondered if he got off from destroying my underwear.

My eyes widened as I remembered the notebook. Perhaps there it could tell me more about Jacob's intentions. Why did a guy with room temperature IQ have a journal?

I walked around the room in just a pair of red shorts and reached into my backpack to retrieve the notebook. Next, I sat on the bed and inspected the lock. It was a combination lock. I started with his birthday, 315. I only remembered his birthday because it was the Ides of March, the day Julius Caesar was assassinated in 44 BCE. The lock didn't open however. I had never even seen a notebook like this. I thought of his football number, 27, but it was a 3 number combination. It felt like I would be here all night trying to open it and I didn't have bolt cutters.

My back rested against the headboard as I stared at the calendar trying to figure out what the combination could be. It wasn't his birthday nor his football number, I had tried putting in 27 as the first two numbers then tried all 10 numbers, then I did it in reverse with 27 being the latter of the combination.

Jacob's fascination with me was quite unusual and part of me believed he was gay for me. Could it be that I was the key? I was the combination? I ran my thumb on the dials until I reached the number 117.

My heart skipped a beat when the lock opened.

The combination to his lock was my birthday.

I opened the notebook and saw the few pages were empty. "What? This doesn't make sense," I said as I skimmed through the pages. Then finally I found some contents. The first entry was dated September 27th and on the top right of the page in the subject line it said, "Senior Year," in bold.

Did he have one for each year?

It was a short passage.

"I noticed he switched briefs. He doesn't wear the white ones anymore, today he wore some red Hanes classic briefs." a drawn frowning emoji was next to it. My eyes widened. Was he keeping track of my underwear?

I turned to another page.

"I saw it!!! While he was changing in the locker room, I finally saw it. Years of waiting have paid off. It was just like how I'd imagine it."

At first, I didn't know what he meant, but then it dawned on me. Jacob was talking about my dick.

I turned another page, eager to read another entry.

The date was this year. The entire page was covered in words; the top was titled "The Dream."

"I dreamt that we had sex. It was the hottest thing ever. He dominated me; he shoved his cock into my throat. I'd grab his firm soft butt cheeks while he bent over to pull on my briefs, giving me a wedgie," As I continued to read, my cock began to grow in my shorts. I was getting turned on by this journal entry. The entirety of the dream was written, back and front, across four pages. Ultimately, he admitted that he took some liberties with the dream's documentation. But still, it was so hot. I continued to read more pages, learning more about my bully and his fantasies.

One thing I noticed through the entries is that he never mentions me by name. There are descriptions of me and even accounts of certain days that I certainly remember. But never is my name written. It had to be a security reason, if this were to fall into the wrong hands, they could easily tell it was me by name. It must've been the same reason why the first couple of pages were left blank. I wondered if his friends knew about his sexual feelings? Were they gay too? I hadn't seen either of them hold a relationship since freshman year.

As I skimmed through more pages, another interesting passage stood out to me. The date was April 17th. A sad emoji was drawn at the top of the page.

"Today, I found out that he isn't going to the same college as me. He's going outside of Los Angeles, further north. I can't believe it! I hoped we would go to the same college; there I could profess my love for him. Away from the burden of being a bully."

My heart was pounding as I read each word. I couldn't believe it, my bully, my tormentor for the last four years has had a secret love for me.

The hellish brute was in love with me.

Jacob's method of showing me love was terrible. But part of me understood. Coming out was the hardest thing to do as a gay man. I struggled with it myself for years. I was fortunate to have the support of my friends and family. However, someone like Jacob, who lived with a tough exterior and surrounded himself with like-minded people, I understood the reluctance to come out. And I knew that his family was heavy on the religious aspect.

I couldn't believe it, but I felt sorry for Jacob.

Despite being my bully, Jacob was actually an attractive man. Tall and muscular, short brown hair, with hazel eyes. His face was always clean shaven. I had to admit there were sexual dreams about us. But I never guessed they would come into fruition.

I was about to close the journal when I noticed a page with a drawing on it. On the upper right corner, there was a drawn Tighty-whitey brief. Below it was an entry. It was April 20th, a few days after the last entry.

"I did it! I bought some more tighty-whities. Normally, I order them online. But I had the urge to buy them in store. I went to Wal-mart and bought myself a nine-pack. When I went to the cashier, he was about my age. I watched him as he scanned the underwear. I have to admit, I was nervous. What was he going to say or do when he scanned it? Well, he did something. He smirked and laughed a little as he scanned the item, then bagged it. The moment was brief, pun intended, but I felt a little humiliation. It felt so good. I wonder what ran across his mind. I drew another image about the experience."

Jacob was an artist?

I continued reading:

"Unfortunately, I can only wear these the days I don't have practice. Otherwise, I would be laughed at in the locker room. Something I wasn't ready for, but one day I will do it."

The man had an odd fetish; that was for sure.

I flipped through the pages and found the art section at the end of the journal. A few pages were in the back covered with art. A few drawings were men wearing tighty-whities. One was just like Jacob described his trip to Wal-Mart, it was him standing at the cashier in just his tighty-whities while the cashier across from him scanned the underwear while also wearing tighty-whities. At the back of the book there was a drawing that stuck out to me, it was two guys sitting on a bench holding hands wearing nothing but tighty-whities. One of them was Jacob while the other looked thinner and had black hair. The features were similar to me.

Who would've thought that Jacob had a good skill for drawing. Perhaps there was a brain under all that pretentious brawn. He definitely had a heart; a heart for me.

One little notebook allowed me to enter the mind of my bully. There was so much I could do with this, perhaps I can plan some revenge. But would that be right? I sighed, "Why do I have to have a moral compass?" I said to myself

I tossed the book into my backpack and went to bed.

Coincidentally, today was the day Jacob didn't have practice. So I wondered if he was wearing his tighty-whities. I still couldn't believe what I had learned in that book. After Algebra II, I walked behind Jacob and his two friends. My eyes were glued to his waistband hoping I'd catch a glimpse of his tighty-whities. His blue-jeans did a good job of denying me such a view.

But still, I insisted on following until I caught the white waistband. Thankfully, it was the last period so I had time to find out.

The trio were walking towards the football field when it finally happened. Jacob stretched and raised his arms up causing his shirt to rise up. I saw the white waistband that read "Fruit of the Loom," the brand of the underwear. Just below the waistband I could see the cotton of the underwear.

My heart began to beat faster.

I overheard that his two friends were going to go home and that Jacob was going to linger around a bit more. Suddenly, a plan came to mind. A risky one. One that could result in a painful conclusion.

With no one around, I paced forward until I caught up to the trio. I reached for the sides of Jacob's pants and pulled down. It felt like time had slowed down. Jacob didn't wear snug pants so it was easy to pants him. Jacob stopped in shock. Miguel and Joseph stopped as well and saw that Jacob had his pants around his knees with his tighty-whities fully exposed. Before Jacob could do anything, I reached for the waistband of his briefs and pulled on them. The underwear slipped in between his cheeks.

Jacob cried out as I gave him a wedgie. Something that felt so good to give him in return. I had pulled so hard that nearly the entire underwear was out. In the span of a few seconds, Miguel and Joseph looked surprised, then they realized what happened and started laughing. I let go of the underwear and time resumed. Jacob turned to me with his face tomato red. He looked at me then at his two friends. He shoved them both and told them to fuck off.

Jacob turned to me and the anger emanated from his body. It felt like a heater was turned on.

"Oh shit," I spat out.

Jacob lunged towards me, but thanks to my nimbleness from being on the basketball team, I was able to dodge.

I ran.

Jacob pulled up his pants and darted after me, alone. The two boys cheered him on. I gulped as I realized I pissed off the wide-receiver on the football team; someone who can catch up to me.

Realizing that I had made a huge mistake, I ran towards the football field hoping I would lose him there. I ran across the empty field and turned around the corner of the gym auditorium. Jacob wasn't too far behind me, my plan was to dip into the locker room and hope he wouldn't follow.

Once I rounded the corner again, I dipped into the doorway and entered the locker room. I waited behind the door and looked through the window to see Jacob run past it. I was safe.

I had to get out of here. I clearly made a mistake, but at the same time, what did I expect? He wouldn't react differently in front of his friends.

I went to my locker and opened it, then began to grab some things I needed to take home.

A clashing sound echoed through the locker room. To the right of my head was a fist; the source of the noise. My heart skipped a beat as I knew who it was; Jacob. Slowly, I turned around to see the fuming beast. Face red as a tomato with enough anger emanating from his body for it to fill a sauna.

The single ceiling light beamed down above us. Like I said earlier, it was almost romantic.

Jacob's body was inches from mine. I could feel his heavy breathing. A thin layer of sweat that covered his face from the chase. My heart was pounding and it was deafening. But outside, I was sturdy. Unwilling to show any weakness to my bully. I had stepped too far and violated and embarrassed him in front of his friends like the many times he did to me. What was going to be my reward? A punch to a face? Another strong wedgie that will leave my underwear torn and blood coming from my rectum? Perhaps he would do both? Part of me wanted to know, perhaps I liked it to an extent. Especially after learning about him last night.

I grinned.

"What's so funny? I'm about to pound you to pulp," Jacob said through his teeth.

"I'd calm down, if I were you," I said calmly, for a fraction of a second my nervousness came out.

"Or what?" He slammed the locker next to me with the palm of his hand.

My right hand moved forward and cupped the bulge in his pants. Jacob's eyes grew wide as he stepped back, "What the fuck are you doing faggot?"

It seemed I would have to reveal my knowledge of his notebook. "What? You didn't get turned on by getting a wedgie in front of your friends? The embarrassment you felt having them see you in your tighty-whities?"

"No, I don't wearTighty-whities, like you loser!!" he spat out. I could see some confusion and even worry on his face.

I licked my lips, "Oh yeah? That's not what I read. It's what you wrote in your..." I pulled out the notebook from my backpack, "little notebook here."

Jacob's anger vanished. In its place was a face of worry, "What are you talking about? That ain't mine" he denied.

"Ah, I see. The beast is calming down."

"Shut it faggot!" Jacob tried to knab the notebook from my hands, but I was too swift for him. Many times in basketball I denied a player from reaching my ball. I was good at it.

"Tsk tsk, such foul language Jacob," I moved forward. Jacob instinctually retracted backwards until his back was against the locker behind him. It was like an intimidating shadow shrinking before me. He had nowhere to go. Like a cornered animal, he was scared but ready to react.

What would he do?

I pressed my index finger into his chest and slowly slid down his abdomen. Jacob did nothing as I reached the belt of his pants. I held a grin on my face as I undid his belt. He stood there frozen. I opened the flaps of the pants and rubbed his bulge. The cock inside his briefs began to grow.

"What are you doing?" a nervous whisper.

"It's okay, Jacob. I know your feelings towards me. Your desires, the fantasies that you want to fulfill. I want them too."

Jacob stared at me with his blue eyes as I placed my hand on his shoulder. Gently, I pushed him down. Jacob didn't protest as he fell to his knees before me. Any resistance was quelled by my desire to fulfill his fantasies.

Quickly, I undid my pants and lowered them. My gray Hanes briefs hugged my pelvic area and my hardened cock pressed up against the cotton fabric. I gripped it and said, "You want this?"

"I do," Jacob whispered.

"No, tell me you want this dick!" I demanded.

A gleeful smile was on his face, "Give it to me. I need it!"

I pulled open my briefs and took out my swollen cock. The long thick cock hung out before Jacob. He licked his lips and without any further hesitation took my cock into his mouth. I immediately rolled my eyes as I felt the explosion of pleasure wash over me.

Jacob expertly rolled his tongue around the tip of my cock sending endless waves of pleasure. I was taken by surprise by how good he was. With his right hand he stroked the base of the shaft in a twisting motion. His left hand gripped my butt cheek.

I tilted my head back as Jacob continued to pleasure my cock.

I couldn't believe my bully was giving me a blowjob.

I couldn't believe how good he was at it. Where did he get the practice from?

The locker room was empty and dark, the only light that was on was the one above us. This was good because no one could hear my moans. I stared down as Jacob looked up at me. A beautiful sight, my bully with my thick cock his mouth. The tip entered his throat, sending my eyes back. It felt so good.

My moans grew louder with each passing moment. Jacob gradually sped up oral pleasure. Using his hand expertly to stroke my long shaft while his mouth and tongue did their part. I felt myself growing to climax.

I raised my shirt with my right hand and began to rub my nipple. The climax was definitely coming.

My body shuddered as the wave of climax came. Jacob continued to suck at his pace drawing me closer to it. Then it happened. My body jerked forward and the blast of cum shot into his mouth. Jacob never stopped, he continued to suck on my cock as the gooey load filled his mouth. My knees were weak and I used my right hand to hold myself up on the locker.

When I finished Jacob had stopped sucking and went to licking the sensitive tip of my cock. The sensation caused my body to jerk. I couldn't handle it, so I pulled the cock out of his mouth and stuffed it back into my briefs. Jacob looked up at me with a sad look on his face, "More!" He said.

I waved my finger, "Nah, you gotta wait for more."

I wiped the saliva from the edge of his lips and pulled up my pants. Next, I grabbed my bag and walked past him. Jacob got to his feet and before I could walk away, he said, "Tomorrow after school, come to my place."

I turned to him, "Why?"

"I want to have some private time with you."

I smirked. What did he have in mind? Jacob was my bully after all, this could be a way for him to torture me more. I still carried doubts despite what had just happened. But considering how good of a blowjob he gave me, I couldn't deny wanting more from what he has to offer.

"It'll be worth it," he added.

"Fine, text me the info."

"I don't have your number," he said.

"You do! We exchanged numbers for that one class," then I walked away.

I winced in pain as I pinched myself. It wasn't a dream; the pain was real. I couldn't believe that even happened. Never did I imagine I would be in the situation where my bully, Jacob, would be on his knees before me with my cock in his mouth.

When I got home, I replayed the memory in my mind. The recollection got me aroused that I ended up jacking-off. But when I was done and the euphoria faded, I wondered: what was next for us?

Were we going to start dating? Were we just going to be friends with benefits?

My mind was riddled with questions. Where did he learn to do good oral like that? Again, did he practice with Miguel and Joseph? If so, that would be a hot sight to even see. I know the trio had plenty of sleep overs. But never did I imagine they would be having sex.

My phone buzzed on the bedside table; it was Jacob. He had texted me his address. I guess it took him a while to find my number. After putting it into the map, I realized Jacob didn't live too far from me; a mile and half from my place. Who would've known that my bully lived so close.

I took a shower and then went to bed.

Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day. I wonder what Jacob meant by "It'll be worth it."

The next day at school, I went the first four periods without even seeing Jacob. I saw Miguel and Joseph. And part of me wanted to ask them about Jacob, but it would be odd to them if I was asking about him. It's like asking for a wedgie. I also thought about asking them about his sexuality, but if my theory of them all being gay was wrong, I would be outing him. And although he is a piece of shit, he didn't deserve that.

Sympathy for the devil.

When fifth period started, I didn't see Jacob at all. Which was surprising since we shared the class and he never took a day off. I wondered if he even was at school.

With the school day finally over, I was ready to head to Jacob's. I shot him a text to see if he was still down for the meet up. While I waited for a response, I ran to the restroom to wash my hands. I had to admit, I was nervous about this meet-up with Jacob. I didn't even know what was going to happen.

Jacob, my bully of four-years, invited me over to his house. I shook my head in disbelief. It was so hard to comprehend. But if his head game was that good, I wondered what else he had in store for me.

My phone vibrated which caused me to jerk. My heartbeat went up as I reached into my pocket. Jacob had responded. "Yeah, come on over. We'll have the place to ourselves."

I gulped.

This was it. It was time to see what he was going to do and perhaps answer some questions for me.

Jacob lived in a quieter part of the city. The street had tall bushy trees that provided plenty of shade. The houses looked old, as if they were built in the 1950s. His house was at the end of the street. A two-story home painted white. The emerald green grass was well-cut. There was no car in the driveway, so he was telling the truth when he said we would be alone.

That fact made me more nervous. I felt the nervousness in my stomach.

I stepped onto the porch and knocked.

There was no answer, so I knocked again.

I was ready to walk away when I heard the door unlock. In a flash, the door opened and I saw a hand reach out from the darkness towards my chest. The hand grabbed my shirt and pulled me into the house. Inside, the door closed quickly and as I turned towards it, I saw Jacob. He wore a pair of blue basketball shorts and a white tank top, with red sandals on his feet.

"Okay, what the fuck Jacob?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want the neighbors to see you. They get suspicious when people they don't know come into the neighborhood."

"I see. Well, I almost fell."

"And I apologize for that, would you like something to drink?" He spoke with such calm. The whole moment was taking me out. Every interaction I had with Jacob was an aggressive one, so it was odd to see him so calm and collected.

"No, I'm fine."

"Okay, then follow me to my bedroom."

Jacob walked past me. His home was neat and clean, I wondered if he cleaned or his mother.

When we entered his bedroom, I was taken aback again. The room was clean and organized like the rest of his house. What took me further by surprise was the decorum. He had a twin size bed up against the green wall, his desk was across from it. Between the two objects was a window. Next to the door was his dresser with his TV above it; mounted to the wall. The closet with mirror sliding doors was beside it and across from his bed. The room was small but it was enough for his essentials. What threw me off was the collection of books he had over his bed.

I walked up to the shelf and skimmed through the books. They were classics, Meditations by Marcus Aurelius, The Odyssey by Homer, Great Expectations by Charles Dickens, The Art of War by Sun Tzu, and a few others.

I turned to him, "I'mma be honest with you, I didn't think you read."

Jacob shrugged, "I had to study to stay on the team. You think I just beat up nerds like you for my grades?"

"Yes, actually. That's what I thought and it seems that I was wrong. About a lot of things, Jacob," I sat on the edge of the mattress, "I thought you were just some dumb brute who liked to torment people."

Jacob sat at his desk chair, "Yeah, I get why you would think that. But high school is hard and it's a scary social environment. It's why I can't wait to go to college so I can get away from this place and go to a place that's more accepting."

"Yeah, I read that in your little notebook."

"Can I have it back? I didn't get to write in it yesterday."

I smirked, "You must have a hot entry to write."

Jacob blushed, "I do."

I opened my backpack and pulled out the notebook, but didn't give it to him. Instead, I said to him, "I'll give it back to you once you answer my questions."

"Oh? I wasn't aware this was going to be an interview."

"Well, when you spent nearly 4 years being tormented by someone and you suddenly find out they are gay for you, you get intrigued."

"That's fair; what's the question?"

"Why me?"

He laughed, "Come on, Nathan. You should know, you're a cute dude. Not only do we share interests, we both like reading and being active. We're both gay. I started having feelings for you in Mr. Shapiro's class," that was our woodshop class, "You know when you made that train with the clock. You looked so cute standing in front of the class with the apron around your neck showing it off."

I bit my lower lip. I remember that day well, he gave me a wedgie behind the class room and almost broke that wooden train, but I let him continue.

"Then came the locker room when you joined the basketball team."

I cleared my throat, "I read about your fantasies about me. How you hated that I switched from tighty-whities to regular briefs. Why did that matter?"

"You looked so hot in them," Part of me felt that this interaction between us was going to lead to some sort of sex so I came prepared and wore a pair of my tighty-whities.

"I see."

"Do Miguel and Joseph know?"

Jacob shook his head, "No, God no. They are going to Berkeley so I'll lose contact with them once I go to Pepperdine."

Pepperdine? So that's why my bully was devastated, my school was a few hours away from there. We wouldn't be around each other locally.

"But you guys have been friends for all of high school, why break up with them?" I said.

"Because they are assholes, they are the ones who encourage my behavior. Also, they are colossal homophobes and I know they would never accept me for who I am. But that's not where my bullying stem from, it came from middle school. Where I was the one being bullied for being fat."

My eyes grew wide, "You were fat?" The entire time I had known Jacob the man was always muscular, so imagining him as overweight was something too hard to see.

"Yes," Jacob took out his phone and showed me a picture of him when he was larger. The man looked like a potato, I almost laughed but bit my lip. "It took a lot of hard work, but I killed that fat boy."

"Well, I admit you do look hot now."

Jacob blushed, "Thanks, I appreciate that. Especially coming from you."

I took a deep breath and sighed. What an interesting predicament I was in. In middle school my bully was the one being bullied and getting the wedgies. So is that where his weird fetish came from?

"One more question and I'll give you the notebook back."

Jacob scratched his stomach, "Go ahead."

I chewed on my lip for a bit and then finally spoke, "The blowjob you gave me was fantastic," Jacob smiled, "At first I had the wild theory that you had practiced with Miguel and Joseph and that you three were fucking."

Jacob cringed, "Gross. Despite them being hot, they're assholes."

"Right, that's a lot coming from an asshole."

"Point taken."

"So, my question is how did you get so good?"

Jacob took a moment, but finally spoke, "I met this guy one night at a football game. His name was Kyler and he was from the opposing school. We're the same age. We got to talking and even hung out a few times. Then he told me that he was gay and that he liked me. Now, you'd expect that I would be aggressive towards him to keep up the bully persona, but in return I told him I was gay as well. That's how comfortable I was with him. He's a good looking dude, but at the time I was interested in you."

I blushed, but said nothing.

Jacob continued, "After that, we hung out more frequently and began to have sex. Kyler would give me blowjobs and taught me how to do it. He even encouraged me to pretend I was giving you head after he found out that you were my crush."

"I see. He was a good teacher," the entire time Jacob told the story my cock had hardened. I imagined Jacob and his friend sucking each other off. I reached for my cock and began stroking it through the fabric of my shorts. Jacob immediately noticed.

He smiled, "Did you enjoy that?"

I bit my lower lip and looked at my groin, "I did. I couldn't believe how good you were at giving head."

Jacob got off the chair and fell to his knees between my legs. He parted them and I felt his hands slide up my legs. "I can do more than just oral."

Jacob pushed away my hand and rubbed his face against my groin. I could feel the air as he breathed through the fabric. His hands moved up my pelvis and reached for the waistband of my shorts where he dug his fingers. In a slow motion Jacob pulled down my shorts revealing the pristine white Fruit of the Loom briefs I had just bought. His face was excited like a child opening a christmas gift. My cock pressed up against the white fabric as Jacob ran his tongue against it. The action caused me to moan.

"You look so hot in these briefs," Jacob said.

Through the fly of my briefs, Jacob took out my cock. Without wasting a second he took the swollen cock into his mouth. Immediately, I felt the explosion of pleasure coarse through my body. My elbows bent on the bed as I watched my bully pleasure my cock.

Jacob bobbed his head up and down as he gazed up at me. His right hand stroked the shaft while his mouth and tongue worked the upper half. Jacob had this ability to swirl his tongue around the tip sending constant waves of pleasure. Moans soon began to leave my body as he pleasured my swollen gland.

Mentally I was blessing this Kyler dude for teaching Jacob how to give good head.

My head jerked back from the sheer pleasure as my cock entered Jacob's throat. The wet warm muscles in his throat enveloped my cock and pleasured it. I could feel his nose pressing up against my pubic hair. It tickled when he breathed through his nose.

Jacob released my cock from his throat then moved his mouth down to my balls. He sucked on each ball while stroking my saliva covered cock. Then Jacob moved up and our lips met. I was kissing my bully. His hands slid under my shirt where I felt his fingers on my nipples. We moaned into each other's mouths.

Jacob ripped off my shirt and I felt his mouth on my nipples. For a few seconds Jacob licked my nipples, giving me more pleasure. His right hand gently stroked my cock preventing it from deflating. He clearly had plans for it.

My shorts were completely off, I sat on the edge of the bed in just my white briefs with my bully between my legs. Pleasure came in all different ways, he licked my nipples, sucked on my balls and then finally returned to sucking on my cock.

I watched in amazement as Jacob moved his head up and down. I admired how he used his right hand to stroke my shaft in a twisting motion. The tongue lathering caused my toes to curl. The pleasure was something I had never felt and I had received plenty of blowjobs. Jacob really put on a display of skill as he was able to handle my long and girthy cock. Something many people before him had a struggle with.

My eyes rolled back and my breathing grew rapidly; I was close to climax. But did I want to cum? Did he want me to cum?

"Jacob, I'm close," I whispered.

Jacob looked up at me and stopped. I felt his hands on my upper body feeling every muscle possible. A body I had garnered from years of playing sports. We were two hot athletic men. A hot couple we would be.

Jacob moved up and we kissed. I could taste the precum on his lips. "I want you to cum somewhere else."

My eyes grew wide.

Jacob wanted me to fuck him.

He grabbed my hands and brought them to his butt cheeks where I instinctually began to grope them. I parted them as we kissed some more. I couldn't believe it, Jacob wanted me to fuck him. My heart was pounding by the news. I expected another blowjob, but this was a nice added surprise.

"Will you fuck me?" Jacob asked.

I smiled, "Of course."

Jacob got off the bed and removed his clothes except his underwear. A pair of clothing that took me by surprise. They were a pair of jocks, which within itself wasn't surprising, the man was on the football team it made sense if he wore them. No, what took me by surprise was that they were Fruit of the Loom jocks.

"I didn't know Fruit of the Loom made jocks," I said.

"They don't, these are custom made," Jacob replied.

They looked like my Fruit of the Loom white briefs but they were cut to a jock and even had the straps in the back. I had to admit, Jacob looked really hot in them. Many times I had seen him change in the locker room, but rarely did I get to admire his sculpted body. A body I was about to stick dick into.

Jacob spun around slowly allowing me to gaze at his body and the jocks that he wore, "I wore them because I was hoping you would fuck me," he said.

I bit my lower lip, hearing the request got me more aroused. Precum leaked from my urethra. I was going to fuck my bully. The ultimate gay fantasy.

I stood up and snapped my fingers, "Get on your knees. Worship this cock before I shove inside you."

Jacob quickly fell to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. He groped my butt as he moved head back and forth. I loved how this felt. The feeling of control over this man. I moaned as he worshipped my cock. I came close to climax again and urged him to stop. I wanted the full load to be inside his rectum.

I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped his cheeks with it, "You want this inside your ass?" I spat out.

"Yes, please," he begged.

"Kiss the tip," I ordered.

Jacob kissed the soaked tip.

"Lick it!"

And he licked it.

"Suck on the tip!"

My eyes rolled from the pleasure as he sucked on the tip. It felt good to be in control.

"Get on all fours on the bed!"

Jacob rushed onto the bed on all fours. The two of us were in just our underwear, him in his Fruit of the Loom jocks while I wore my Fruit of the Loom briefs. My cock stuck out from the fly of the underwear.

I stood behind Jacob, at first I wanted to shove it in right away, but I had to wait. I parted Jacob's cheeks and brought my tongue to his rim. Jacob moaned as I licked his pink colored hole. I loved hearing him moan, it was so invigorating to hear it.

After the rimjob, I brought my cock to the entrance of his hole. I lightly pressed up against him to tease him, "Please put it in," he begged.

I pushed through and I immediately felt the tight hole swallow my moistened cock. Jacob moaned as I slid my thick long cock inside him. When I felt my pelvis against his hard butt cheeks, I began to thrust. Slowly at first, making sure he got used to it. But something told me he was used to getting fucked in the ass.

My hands were glued to his hips as I moved my pelvis back and forth. The bed began to rock as I sped up. Our moans filled the bedroom. The sound of my pelvis clapping against his cheeks echoed. He was so tight. It felt so good.

Jacob moaned as he took the thick cock.

There was a mirror above his desk where I was able to see myself fucking him. It looked so hot. I continued to fuck him in this position until I drew closer to climax. I had to stop because my legs were feeling weak from this position.

We changed positions, but didn't fuck right away. I noticed that Jacob's bulge was wet from all the precum. We got into the 69 position and we sucked each other off. Jacob had a rather large cock himself. I peeled back the foreskin and sucked on it.

Jacob was so good at oral that he almost made me cum. It had been four times that I almost came today.

I lay on his bed with my back against the wall. Jacob knelt over my pelvis and slowly lowered his bottom. I watched as his hole swallowed my cock. The pleasure caused my eyes to roll back. He then gripped my shoulders and began to move his hips. My hands moved up his thick thighs to his waist where I let him do everything. The pleasure came to me in waves as he moved slowly.

I turned my head to the mirror that was on the close door and here I could see the entire picture. My bully Jacob on top of me, riding my swollen cock. I wish I could take a picture to make it last forever.

Jacob leaned forward and began to move his hips faster. This caused me to moan louder as the pleasure became immense. I sat there and gazed up at him as we locked eyes. The pleasure radiated in both of us. My bully moaned louder and louder with each passing second, being louder than me.

I held a tight grip on his butt cheeks as I drew closer to climax. The bed rocked from the intense movements from Jacob. The headboard even collided with the wall a few times. Jacob rode me as we stared into each other's eyes releasing moan after moan.

The build was so intense that I cried out as the first shot of cum came. My eyelids lowered as I exploded my hefty load inside him. Jacob didn't stop moving his hips despite knowing that I was cumming.

Even after I came, Jacob still moved his hips. It was a lower speed, but it felt so good. I looked at his bulge and noticed he had cummed while we were fucking.

I gripped his butt cheeks and said, "Stop, I'm done."

Jacob slowed to a stop and we kissed. He remained atop of me, gazing down. He looked content and I must've looked the same. I still couldn't believe it; it felt like a dream.

"I've dreamt of this moment so many times. I didn't think it would ever happen."

It was such a surreal moment. Years of torment from this hellish brute and here I was just recently cummed in his ass and he was a total softy. An obedient man that I go to do whatever I want with. It was a power that not many could achieve.

Jacob got off of me. He gently cleaned my dick with a damp rag; I watched him as he did. It was a hot sight. Then he disappeared into the bathroom.

When he returned I had stuffed my cock back into my underwear. Jacob removed his jocks and put on a pair of new white briefs, then he lay down next to me.

"I'm sorry for the years I was an asshole to you," he said.

I smiled, "It's okay, I understand. I mean, you're still an asshole, but one that I would like to continue to play with."

Jacob smiled, "Oh yeah? So we're gonna date?"

I lay down next to Jacob and stare at the ceiling for a bit. It was a lot to process. One day, Jacob was being the worst person in the world, the next he was being my bottom bitch. I liked the idea of dating, but I assumed it would have to wait till college. But even then, how would that work? We would be schools apart and the travel itself wouldn't be a hassle, but it could get costly.

"I don't know, Jacob," I finally said, "It's a lot for me to process right now."

"I understand. Will we be able to do this again? You know, before you leave?"

"Sure, plus we'll have plenty of time as I won't be leaving for college until August."

"That's great. You know, Joseph and Miguel don't know about my sexuality, but they have seen my tighty-whities."

"Oh?" I said, curious about what the event was about.

"Yeah, we had gone to Miguel's house to kick it. And we were in his backyard drinking soda on a hot day. His dog, Nino, rushed up to me and dug his paws into my shorts and pulled them down. Exposing my briefs to them. The burst of laughter that came from them embarrassed me, but deep down, I loved it. I ended up jerking off that night."

"Wow, I can't believe they do anything else like a wedgie."

"That would've been hot."

I didn't understand Jacob's fetish, but I couldn't knock it. I too had some fetishes. So I couldn't judge.

Jacob wrapped his hand around mine and then turned over to his side, "Cuddle me?"

I turned to my side and wrapped my arm around his chest. It was so warm, but soft. Things were about to change for the both of us. Part of me felt like giving him a try at a relationship, but there were too many negatives. And I wasn't too keen on being in a long-distance relationship.

I took a deep breath and exhaled.

We'll see what comes.

The three weeks until graduation flew by quickly. In that time, Jacob and I met up a few times to have sex. He had given me plenty of blowjobs in the locker room, bathroom stall, under the bleachers, even in one of our teacher's storage closet. Just about everywhere we could in the school. Fucking was done exclusively at his house, where he had plenty of privacy.

During that time, Jacob kept up his usual bullying. The days I wanted to have sex with him, I would wear tighty-whities. This was an indicator to him that I was horny. Plus, I noticed that when I wore the underwear, he would be a lot more passionate about sex. Which was great for me.

When we would meet up sometimes, I would have to role play. I'd give him wedgies, just like he had done so to me many times. I started to enjoy it and the sex that came after was ten times better.

But today was the last day of high school for us. A significant chapter in our lives was about to end. Jacob and I had decided to meet up once or twice a month. If we started dating, then it would be more. For now, I wanted to keep it like it was. It seemed to be working for us.

Today we were going to enjoy our day of celebration. The sun beamed down on us as I waited for my name to be called. Jacob was before me by a few names.

Part of me wanted to give him a wedgie in front of the entire audience, but I knew I wouldn't be walking the stage if I did that. I wanted this moment to be good for Jacob. So another idea came.

I stepped out of line and approached Jacob who was talking to one of his football teammates. Just like before, I pushed him forward which caused him to crash into his friend. I pulled up the black grown and reached into his pants, then grabbed his underwear. Which of course were his tighty-whities, and pulled on the waistband for a wedgie. I had pulled so hard that I actually lifted him off his feet. Jacob fell to his feet as I was pulled away by one of the administrators.

Jacob looked at me in anger as everyone around him laughed at him. The anger was for show, deep down inside he loved every moment of it. Jacob reacted by attempting to chase me but a few other school administrators calmly detained him.

I was put aside and given a talking to. Mrs. Berrycloth shook her head in disappointment. I grinned at her.

Despite my actions, I was still able to saunter across the stage and get my diploma.

I walked off the stage to hug some friends and once everyone got their diplomas, we threw our hats in the air.

I met up with my family after and we hugged, then we took a million photos. It was a great time. But the entire time, I thought about Jacob. I wondered where he was and how he felt. Had I gone too far with the wedgie? Because afterwards I didn't see him at all.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, I pulled it out to see it was a message from Jacob. It simply read in all caps, "LOCKER ROOM NOW! WE NEED TO TALK!"

I felt he was going to return the favor.

After some more photos, I told my family that I was going to meet up with someone and then head back.

I moved through the sea of students and families. Greeting some familiar faces along the way. I approached the locker room with butterflies in my stomach. I didn't know why I was nervous about meeting Jacob. We had become so close recently.

The locker room was empty and dark, just like a while back when he gave me a blowjob. The time I revealed to him that I knew his secret.

I entered the darklit space, the exact same aisle from before. The single light displayed a cone of illumination in front of my locker. I looked around to see nothing but darkness outside the cone. My heart was beating faster from anxiety. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way.

I stood in the center of the cone and said, "Jacob?"

Silence.

What was this? Some kind of last minute hazing from him and his friends? Was I being tricked?

I then groaned as my tighty-whities were pulled out of my pants for a wedgie. I never even heard footsteps or felt my graduation gown go up. Jacob was that quick. He pulled so hard that it actually lifted me off my feet. I didn't fall though when he let go.

I cried out in pain as I turned around to face him. He had his gown on still. A smile hung from his face.

"What the hell, Jacob?" I said.

He stayed silent as he approached me. I felt his hands on my chest as it ran down the silvery material until he reached my groin. Jacob gently massaged my bulge and then looked up at me still carrying that smile. "I wanted to do it one last time while we were still in high school. Moments like these don't last forever."

"You could've warned me," I spat out.

"It would've been less authentic. But I promise, I plan to make it up to you,"

Jacob lifted his gown and knelt down to the ground before me. I pulled up my gown and took it off entirely. He then pulled on the zipper of my pants and opened them. My growing cock pressed up against the fabric of the white Fruit of the Loom briefs. Jacob reached around my waist to pull down my briefs back into the place. He rubbed his face against my groin taking in my aroma.

Jacob's fingers dug into the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down. My swollen cock sprung out before him. Next, I saw him wrap his tongue and lips around the tip of my cock. Slowly, Jacob moved his head back and forth, his right hand gently stroked my cock in a twisting motion.

Moans fled my mouth as Jacob expertly sucked on my cock. Constant waves of pleasure washed over my body. I felt the sensation up the back of my neck. I stared down at him and placed my left hand on the back of his head. His gaze never wavered as he worshipped me. I began to move my pelvis back and forth. Jacob's head was motionless as I thrust my pelvis back and forth. My thick cock slid along his tongue as the tip entered the throat.

I then sped up.

Jacob took it well, my thick cock sliding back and forth inside his mouth. His moans were muffled by my cock. A final thrust came and my cock entered his throat. I held his head back against my pelvis. An explosion of pleasure came when the muscles of his throat massaged my cock.

It was a beautiful sight as I pulled my cock out of his mouth. Saliva dripped from his lips. Jacob stood up and we kissed. My hand reached for his groin and I could feel his swollen cock. But that wasn't what he wanted. Jacob removed his gown and pulled his pants down to his ankles. He placed one knee on the bench and bent forward. I knew what he wanted.

I was about to pull down his tighty-whities when he stopped me and said, "Tear a hole."

With my fingers I tore a hole in his briefs, then brought my tongue to the rim. I gave him a quick rimjob to moisten him up. Finally, I held my cock and spit on it to lubricate it. I pressed the mushroom shaped tip against his hole then slid inside.

My pants were around my ankles, our gowns and caps were on the floor, and the moans echoed through the locker room. I had sped up when Jacob encouraged me. My cock slid inside his hole back and forth at a rapid rate. The clapping sounds of the thrusting echoed through the room as well.

I gripped his waist as I thrust harder than I had ever before. Jacob's moans gave me fuel. The moans my bully, the tormentor for the last four years, it gave me drive. The unique position I was in to be fucking my high school bully. It led to all this. The fucking, the pleasure, the satisfaction that I had won.

My body jerked and I felt ecstasy. The gooey load flowed through my urethra. Tip of my cock widened as I shot out my hefty load. I gripped his waist harder, almost digging my nails into his skin. With each pump, my knees grow weak.

When the final shot finally came, my stomach was on his lower back. I held myself up by his lats. Jacob turned to me with a smile on his face, "That was fucking intense."

I smiled back, "I fucking can't wait to do this more often with you."

We had been gone for too long now. Jacob and I quickly got dressed and headed out the

locker room. As we were about to turn and walk our separate ways, we heard a voice. "So is this the guy, Jacob?"

Jacob froze as we slowly turned around to see the source of the voice.

A few feet behind stood a man our age. He had short black hair with a clean shaven face. His skin was pale and his eyes were brown. The man walked towards us and smiled. He had an athletic figure which made me wonder what sport he played.

"So, Jacob, are you going to introduce me?" he said.

Jacob turned to me, nervously, "Nathan, this is Kyler. The guy I told you about."

We shook hands, "Kyler, I see. Nice to meet you."

"Wow, Jacob, he is really good looking. I'm glad you finally got the courage to tell him."

"Well," Jacob's voice trailed off.

I smirked, "Actually, I found his journal."

"I see. Well I am glad you two finally hook-up. Is it a relationship now?"

Jacob and I looked at each other briefly, then turned to Kyler, "No, but it's getting there. I said.

Jacob smiled.

"Good, I'm happy for both of you. And congratulations on graduation. I just had mine yesterday. And Jacob here invited me to his."

"I hope you had fun, I certainly did," I said, "But I must take my leave. We can't be seen with each other on the last day," I winked at Jacob.

As I walked away Jacob said, "I'll see you Saturday?"

We were going on a date that day, "Of course, Jacob. I'll see you then."