Used by My High School Bully: Chapter 1


"God you're such a faggot, Vincent!" With a roar of laughter from those
around him the bane of my existence, Eddie, brought to an end another
school day. He flipped me off to an equally loud round of applause before
getting up from his seat and hoping off the bus. I watched with narrowed
eyes as he made his way to his house, closing them only when the bus
started moving again.

I hated Eddie and he hated me. Since we met in middle school we had had
perhaps one of the worst relationships any two people in the world have
ever shared. He was the Stalin to my Roosevelt. In all truthfulness I never
knew what I did to him, but from as long ago as I can remember he made it
his mission to torture me. Before I even learned what the word `gay' meant
he was slinging the word at me endlessly. He had only recently upgraded to
`faggot', which was to me the only proof that he had actually matured
between 8th grade and freshman year of high school.

A small part of me had hoped that this year would be different or at the
very least that we would be assigned different busses in our suburban
Pennsylvania town. I should have known better than to get my hopes up,
however. Our stops were one after another. We were both white k**s in a
white neighborhood, and although I avoided sports like the plague I wasn't
heavy. I didn't wear glasses or hand-me down clothes or talk with a speech
impediment. I had a splattering of freckles on my face and arms – for
which Eddie gave me hell almost just as much for with taunts like "Freckled
Faggot Fuck!" – but beyond that there was really no big difference
between us.

Even in high school we looked like maybe, at least partially, we could have
been b*****rs. I was 5'8 and he just an inch taller. He was slim, with
heavy muscle definition despite just turning fifteen; compact muscles with
raven-black hair and pale blue eyes. I was also pale, freckles included,
with ocean-blue eyes. Unlike him, though, I had auburn hair and a thicker
frame. I didn't really have any muscle definition but my body was firm
enough and I certainly didn't qualify as fat or overweight.

Until I learned what gay was – and what I was – I was obsessed with
our physical characteristics. I understood that k**s were cruel, how could
I not, but I always assumed they picked on those that were just different –
fat, ugly, four-eyed, whatever. I thought I was normal, if not a little
shy, so until my older b*****r – two years my senior – finally took
the time to explain to me what `gay' was, I just never could understand why
he hated me so much.

By 8th grade I knew that Eddie was right. I had discovered masturbation, in
part because of the internet, and knew that it was boys and not girls that
I pictured in my barely-pubescent fantasies. We didn't shower at school. We
didn't have to change our underwear either, though we were expected to
change into sweats. This meant I never had the opportunity to throw a boner
in the shower or steal glimpses of cock in locker room. Still, I saw enough
tight briefs and specs of treasure trails on stomachs to know what I
liked. I was gay – but I told no one.

What I could never understand is how Eddie knew – and why everyone else
was so willing to believe him.

Four weeks into my freshman year of high school and the taunts and torture
had only continued, though with fresher vocabulary. He shoved me when he
got the chance, even tripping me on a few occasions, but so far we had
managed to stay away from full on fighting. I was lucky.

At least partially. Eddie had been placed in two of my classes; gym and
biology. To my surprise he had avoided me in gym thus far, too busy playing
with his friends to bother picking on me except for the occasional jeer. To
my horror I had been placed in morning gym when most of my friends – the
few I had, anyway – were in the afternoon class. I did everything solo,
from the stretches to running, and typically spent the entire hour and a
half in quiet reflection about how I hated life.

Biology was different. Nearly all of my best friends were in the class and
it was Eddie who was the loner. This made ignoring him just that easier and
with a zealously young new teacher who seemed to actually care about
student happiness, my torturer seemed far too nervous to risk chewing me
out. That was until Ms. Shannon had paired us up.

With frustration in my voice I begged her to change my partner for the
upcoming research project. She just laughed, shaking her head. "Vincent,
it's just a temporary project and, besides, you two are the odd ones out."
For once I felt actually annoyed at having `too many' friends, as our group
of five meant one of us was always screwed when it came to pairing. With
obvious annoyance I picked up my bag and moved to the back of the room to
the lab table where Eddie sat alone, a sly grin on his face.

"Fuck," I sighed pulling up a chair and opening my notebook.

"You wish, faggot," he whispered before punching my arm. I winced in pain
but held my tongue, rubbing the spot with a free hand. I would just have to
suck it up. "Bet you're all boned up with getting to work with me." I hated
how jealous I was of his voice. Since 7th grade Eddie's had already begun
to deepen, and now it had this glorious sexy undertone that just reeked of
manliness. My voice was softer. I was still mistaken for my mother when I
answered the house phone and while I could f***e it to go lower my natural
resting point seemed to be just a bit too high.

"Shut up," I replied, rolling my eyes as I tried to focus on Ms. Shannon's
lecture. I took notes, trying to forget about everything but out of the
corner of my eye I could still see him watching me – that same damn grin
plastered on his face.

The bell rang and in an instant the room erupted into organized chaos as
students packed up and each tried to be the first one out the room. "Now
remember, this project is important!" shouted the teacher, tapping her
ruler against the blackboard. "You need to work after school with your
partner to get this done!" My breath caught in my lunges as I looked over
to Eddie.

His smile only grew and he reached over to punch me once again on the
arm. "Great, freckled faggot. You get to come over today." And then he was
gone, Ms. Shannon approaching out of nowhere to push me out of her
classroom with a warning about being late to my next class. For the rest of
the day I moped, too distracted to really pay attention to lectures as I
pictured the coming insanity.

Near the end of the day I escaped to the bathroom, empting my bladder and
splashing water on my face. My cropped hair fell, I thought, nicely over my
eyes. It was straight enough, only curving at the edges, and to my best
efforts it resembled a few of the singers I adored from bands that most of
my classmates didn't care about. I caught myself looking into my
reflection, eyes scanning my pale face as I willed myself to keep on
breathing.

"I know you're just so fucking ugly, huh Vincent?" I turned in surprise,
unaware that someone had entered the bathroom. "But you only have to look
at it when you're in front of a mirror. We have to suffer a hell of a lot
more than that." It was Chris, a tall, muscular blond boy who had never
liked me. He was three inches taller than me and, to my memory, the most
man out of any of the boys in our grade. He just looked like he was ready
for juvie and to no one's surprise had the attitude to go with it.

Typically he avoided me though, and I narrowed my eyes as I watched him go
to the urinal and begin to piss. Eddie never really scared me – I just
hated him. I never hesitated to talk back to the black-haired boy, and on a
few occasions had even shoved back when he pushed too hard on the
bus. Chris was an entirely different story. There was an unexplainable
anger to him that terrified me – and my tactic of survival was just to
ignore him. Stay low, stay quiet, and maybe stay alive.

He finished fast and turned, looking me in the eye. "Hear you're going over
Ed's house to suck his cock," he said matter-of-factly. I must have looked
like I was shot dead because he burst out laughing. "Want to get some extra
practice in beforehand?" I noticed his hand moving and my eyes traced his
tight stomach down to his pants. His flaccid dick was held tight between
the fingers of his left hand, flopping up and down. I could have sworn it
was growing. When I finally managed to peel my eyes away from his member
and back up to his face I caught a glimpse of his smile. He was serious.

"No thanks," I said after another minute before turning and leaving.

Back on the bus Eddie was surprisingly quiet, only calling me faggot once
before sitting down on his seat and going back to musing with his
friends. I sat alone in my seat near the back staring blankly at the seat
in front of me. In no time we were at his stop and as if on auto-pilot I
got up and got off with him. The bus driver, to his credit, gave me a wary
eye but I waved it off. A small part of me wanted to ask him for help, for
salvation, but in truth I wasn't sure what I was so nervous about. We were
just supposed to be working on a biology project.

I followed him quietly into his house, kicking off my shoes when he did so
and moving with him into what I could only assume was his room. There were
posters of bands, even a cartoon, but beyond that it just seemed typically
normal. It was lined with wood paneling, an aged red carpet making up the
floor. His twin bed hugged the wall near his lone window, a selection of
cluttered furniture set up elsewhere.

I paused when I caught him removing his shirt, catching my breath as I
drank in his body. He had the pinkest nipples I had ever seen and a puff of
slightly wet hair under each arm. To my excitement – and horror –
there was a gloriously dark treasure trail leading from his navel to a
mystery hidden by boxers. He had back muscles. "What the fuck?" I found
myself asking.

"I'm just getting comfortable, relax faggot." He winked at me before moving
to his desk and turning on his computer. "Try not to cum all over yourself
okay?" There was a poison to his words. "I'm going to go piss, you get
started."

He left and I moved on instinct to the computer. My eyes traced the outline
of his sweaty shirt, the black T abandoned on his bed. I shook my head and
opened up the internet browser, determined to get this finished as soon as
possible.

"Oooh yeah. Ooh yeah baby. Fuck me, fuck me!" With a jump I fumbled with
the mouse, trying to search for a pause button. On screen a naked, ample
breasted woman was being pounded by an impressive cock, the faceless man
moving back and forth as she screamed and begged for more.

"What the fuck faggot?" Yelled Eddie as he entered back into the room.

"It's your damn browser, idiot," I replied defensively. My eyes stayed
glued to the screen, hand lying still on the mouse. "You must have left
your porn open on a tab when shut down last night," I said, voice
slower. The cock was moving faster and faster as the woman squirmed. I
hadn't seen straight porn in over two years.

"It's from this morning," he said casually. I could feel him moving behind
me as I sat in the chair unmoving and speechless. Eddie got quiet as we
continued to both watch the action on screen. The woman changed positions,
sitting up on her knees as she took the white cock in her mouth. I jumped
backwards when I felt Eddie lean on me, chest rubbing against the top of my
head as he placed his hand on mine and clicked the `pause' button. "Didn't
think you liked vagina, Vince."

"I don't," I said before throwing my hand to my mouth in shock. I hadn't
meant to say anything. Shutting my eyes I felt myself die a bit on the
inside, hoping beyond hope that he hadn't heard me. I felt the chair being
turned and lifted up my feet to allow it, moving my hands to my side. I
knew I must be facing him now but refused to open my eyes to confirm
it. "Eddie," I said with a hint of pleading in my voice.

"Faggot," he replied. "Freckled faggot fuck in my house." I felt flesh
against my lips and in an instant thought that he was going to punch me. I
winced, pulling back in the chair, as I waited for the blow to speed up and
knock me out. It didn't, however, and the spongy flesh just continued to
rub against my lips.

In confusion I opened my eyes, almost dying when I saw the puff of black
pubes surrounding the semi-erect cock level with my mouth. My eyes moved up
his body until they met his. Eddie had a grin on his face, a slight laugh
escaping his throat as he flicked his dick against my face back and
forth. "Suck my dick faggot. Shut the fuck up and suck my dick." I pleaded
with him, eyes shaking, to let me go. I couldn't speak, I had lost that
ability as soon as I opened my eyes, but I hoped he could see it in my
eyes. He only pushed his dick again against my lips.

I opened up. Eyes shut again I ran my tongue on his head. I had never done
anything sexual with anyone. No c***dhood mutual masturbation stories or
horny p*******e cousins. Yet on instinct I knew to use my tongue and soon
his cock was growing. It pushed towards my throat and I gagged. I tried to
pull off, mouth and lips running along his cock, but something caught my
head. "Suck!" I heard him say and knew instantly he had placed his hands on
my head.

Sniffling through my nose I got back to work, moving my head back and forth
and trying to `suck' as much as I could. Without even thinking my left hand
wrapped around his leg while my other moved up to his balls. His sack was
low hanging, a sprinkle of course hairs sprouting from the skin. I squeezed
them gently and he moaned.

When I heard it I opened my eyes and looked up. He was still staring down
at me. I could feel his hips gyrating back and forth as he tried to glide
more and more of his cock into my mouth. "Cover your fucking teeth," he
said angrily, eyes never leaving me. I did what he said and closed my eyes
once again. From what I could feel his fifteen year old cock was more than
six inches, cut, and the head of his cock was fat. I pulled back, and tried
to focus on the mushroom, letting myself try and forget where I was. I
moved my mouth back-and-forth faster and faster over the head as I
continued to knead his balls.

I tasted something on my tongue and tried to pull off in disgust when I
thought he was cumming. "Fuck no, not yet bitch!" He said, panting, as his
strong arms f***ed me back on. He was still hard and after another minute
of sucking I knew it was only pre-cum. "Fuck," he said to himself as I felt
my jaw begin to tighten. I thought I could feel myself cry but I kept
sucking. With a sudden pressure in my jeans I knew that I was hard and grew
slightly red in the face from embarrassment. Swallowing as I felt my mouth
fill with saliva I found myself getting use to the movements. It felt right
– and simple enough. I could smell him, the muskiness of pubescent boy
and unwashed pubes. I almost gagged but, after a moment, started to try and
breath in more of it.

I swirled my tongue around his head in between mouth-thrusts completely
down the shaft. He gripped my hair tighter – it hurt – and continued
to moan and curse. "Fuck yeah faggot. Faggot!" I felt him growing even
bigger in my mouth and without even realizing it picked up my pace. He
came.

Like lava he poured into my mouth, the first shot going completely down my
throat as the second filled my mouth. He pulled down tight on my hair and I
screamed, mouth coming off his cock with a `pop'. I saw him reach down for
his dick and jack it off. A rain of semen jetted out and smacked me on the
face, cover my eye and forehead. I think another jet hit my cheek and neck
before he shoved it back into my mouth. The taste was sour, but, to my
disgust, I actually liked it.

I kept my eyes shut and hesitantly ran my tongue over his
piss-slit. Eventually we both stopped moving except for the panting in our
chests. My mind was racing a million miles a minute and despite being a
high school freshman I just wanted to cry. My dick was still hard in my
pants.

It wasn't until I heard the `click' of a camera phone that I finally opened
my eyes. They instantly stung from the semen trapped in them but I just had
to make sure. Eddie was grinning and, as I thought, had his phone open in
his hand.

"Freckled faggot fuck." He slapped me with his free hand and immediately
after I felt his fingers pushing into my mouth. "Eww, get my cock snot off
my fingers." When he pulled them out he backed away and, to my surprise, I
began to laugh. Shaking my head I couldn't stop as the chuckles escaped my
throat. "What the fuck, faggot?" He said.

"Who the hell says cock-snot?"

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9 months ago
good story
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10 months ago
Very very nice