My Old Bully

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

“It’s so nice to meet you, Scott” Mom said, shaking his hand.

“We’ve heard so much about you” Dad added, also shaking his hand. “It’s great to finally meet you”.

Scott Jenkins stood in the doorway with his muscular arm wrapped around my aunt’s shoulder. He was more than ten years younger than her, but it was easy to see why she’d fallen for him. The guy was fucking hot, with big, solid arms, silky velvet hair, and a jawline that could cut through steel. He shot a beaming smile at my parents, and then his green eyes landed on me.

“Long time no see, Carter” he smirked, and I clenched my jaw but nodded stiffly.

Scott and I had a history that went back to high school. The guy was, and always had been a fucking asshole, and even now, two years after I’d finished, and five years after he had, nothing had changed.

We all went into the dining room and sat down. It was still completely baffling to me that my parents had invited the two of them over for dinner, but I was almost twenty, so throwing a tantrum about it wasn’t an option.

“So” Dad smiled, as he filled a glass with wine and handed it to Scott, “how did you two meet?”.

Sarah giggled like a schoolgirl, and I rolled my eyes. She was thirty four years old, and the toy boy next to her was barely twenty three. She held onto his big, bulging arm as he grinned into his glass, and puked out a grossly romantic story.

“Scott trains in my local gym” she said, blushing already, “he decided to… Well, let’s just say that he decided to help me out a bit”.

I felt like gagging, and even Mom looked disturbed, but Dad chuckled, and the nauseating conversation continued until dinner was served.

“What about you, Carter?” Scott said, and my face obviously showed that I hadn’t been listening to a single thing they’d been saying. “What have you done with yourself since school? God, I remember you back then” he smiled, “didn’t you used to eat your lunch in the restroom?”

I winced at the words. He was leaving out the very important fact that him and his moron buddies were the reason I ate alone in the restroom, but I forced a half laugh.

“I’m uh… I’m in college” I said, keeping my head down.

“Oh? You never seemed the type”.

Another less-than-subtle dig. “Makes both of us” I mumbled, and Scott laughed again.

“Oh, I didn’t need to go to college” he said proudly, “my parents gave me a sizeable loan to help kickstart my investment portfolio. I had it paid back in just a few months”.

“That’s very impressive” Dad said, evidently not picking up on the fact that the guy was literally bullying me at the dinner table. “Your parents must be very proud”.

“They are” Scott said, and pushed his glass toward Dad, who stupidly filled it up again. “Though, they spend most of their time in their vacation home in the south of France. I bought it for them as a little anniversary gift”.

“May I be excused?” I asked, because if I heard anymore bragging from Scott, I was fixing to puke.

“You’ve barely eaten your dinner” Mom said, and I rolled my eyes and sighed as I slouched back onto the chair.

The gross conversation continued for another hour before Dad finally got tipsy enough to offer me some wine. I eagerly accepted it, because enduring Scott Jenkins was far fucking easier with alcohol.

“I’m exhausted” Sarah eventually said, and I wanted to fist pump the air.

“You should take the spare room!” Mom said, in a stroke of genius. My eyes widened as I tried to get her attention, but the decision was made seconds later, and I felt like ripping my face off.

“Oh, you’re so good” Sarah yawned, and got to her feet. “Are you coming, babe?”

I scrunched up my face and Mom gave me a stern look.

“I’ll follow you up, babe” he replied, and my blood ran cold. Hadn’t he gotten the hint that he most certainly wasn’t wanted? At least by me, anyway.

Sarah looked disappointed, and I could hazard a guess why. Despite that, she kissed her boyfriend and bid farewell, and just as I decided to get up and leave, Mom announced her departure, and Dad followed suit.

“I’m sure you two have lots to catch up on” Mom beamed, kissing me on the forehead. “Goodnight sweetie. Goodnight, Scott”.

Seconds later, my nightmare had come true, and I sat there, across the table from my high school bully.

“I’m shot” I said, draining the last of my wine, but before I could move, Scott filled my glass, and then his own.

“I’m sure you have enough energy for a glass of wine with an old friend” he smirked, and my heart throbbed.

Scott was, indeed, a very, very handsome young man, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he was a cunt. He’d always been a snobby, spoiled fuck, and the years hadn’t changed a single thing, except now, he was even more insufferable.

“Must be tough” he said, sipping, “being… What are you now, twenty? And still living at home with Mommy and Daddy?”

I clenched my jaw.

“I think I was nineteen when I purchased my first penthouse” he chuckled, “Miami Beach” he added.

“I’m sure it’s nice when your parents are rich” I smiled back, and gulped a mouthful of wine.

“Oh, no” he said, “that money was basically the interest I’d earned on some good business deals, but my parents did buy me that yacht that Sarah and I…” His eyes narrowed deviously, “made love on”.

“Gross” I squirmed.

“Have you ever made love, Carter?” He asked, and I gawped at him.

“W… What?”

“Have you ever fucked?” He pressed.

“I uh… I don’t think that’s appropriate” I half laughed.

“Why not? We’re both men. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, one of my good friends Tariq was… Well, he was nineteen when he fucked two beautiful strippers in Brazil, but some people are just late bloomers”.

“I’ve fucked plenty of people” I lied, and felt my cheeks burn.

Scott smirked. He didn’t believe me, which wasn’t surprising. I’d never been a good liar.

“Men or women?”

The question stunned me. There was no way in hell that Scott knew about me. My own parents didn’t even know that about me, so I knew the guy was bluffing.

“Women, obviously” I scoffed, but his smug expression didn’t change.

“Really? You always struck me as the type of guy who enjoys cock”.

“Jesus” I growled, feigning disgust at the idea.

“Oh, come on, Carter, don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it”.

“I’m going to bed, Scott” I said, and got to my feet.

“How about instead of going to bed” he smiled, and pulled his chair out, “you get your skinny little ass over here and suck my cock like a good little bitch”.

My entire body stiffened up as I stared at the guy who had made my life a living hell. Was he fucking with me? He had to be fucking with me. This was the type of shit that he’d always been known for. I was almost certain that had I taken him up on the offer, he would have laughed his fucking ass off and told everybody in the town what a great big homo I was.

“I’m going to bed” I said again, and although a tiny part of me desperately wanted to call his bluff, I walked from the room to the sound of Scott Jenkins laughing.

Upstairs, I pressed my back against the door and let out a breath. What the fuck had that been all about? I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that my high school bully was sitting in my house, but now I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that he’d just asked me to suck his dick!

I pulled off my clothes and crawled naked onto my bed. It was a joke. Everything about the guy was a joke, but this was definitely a joke. I’d dodged a bullet by refusing him, and that was the most important part. I could almost picture the guy hanging it over my head if I had stupidly accepted the offer, and I imagined the smug look on his handsome face.

“You wanted to suck my dick” I imagined him saying, and then the idea began to float through my mind, and I couldn’t help but rub myself at the thought. Yes, he was an asshole, and yes, I hated him, but Scott was perfect in every single way, and it didn’t take long before my cock agreed, and I squirted cum up my body and onto my chest.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot” I sighed to myself, as my six inch cock twitched in its own mess.