"Shut up fag!" "I wasn't even talking." "I said shut the fuck up!" "Leave me alone! Why do you always have to bother me?" "Cause you're gay and that's fucking nasty."
I sat quietly on the bathroom stall as the bully continued his homophobic rant against me. Ever since I came out freshmen year most people have grown to accept me but some still want to belittle me and even take time out of their hectic schedule to make me feel bad. I was now a high school senior and had to bear the enormous embarrasment of being labelled as the school's go to person for a blowjob, or anal, or a hand job or whatever a person forced me to do. It wasn't really rape because me, being the sick person that I am, enjoy people forcing me into submission. But this one person never wanted anything sexual he just took pleasure in seeing me at my lowest, seeing my puppy dog eyes overflow with tears, and seeing me on the floor practically begging for him to leave me alone for ten minutes.
When he finally left the bathroom I pulled out my phone and texted my best friend forever Adam. He always had a creative way of bringing me sunshine and erasing my troubles. But this time he didn't text back, I stared at my phone for what seemed like hours and nothing happened.
"Oh Arri where are you?"
It was Dewayne. He had came back to finish his reign of terror but I was secretly hoping he wouldn't find me. I covered my mouth and slowed my breathing and held a tight grip on my legs. Suddenly his footsteps stopped and I peeked at the space underneath the door to see his bright brown eyes staring back at me. Mouthing the word 'please' he just laughed at me then busted the door open. Apparently I was too close because it hit me right in the face knocking me down with a force. Still in the fetal position I didn't want to look him in the face, I didn't want him to see the four years worth of pain he caused me. A lot of people occassionally made me feel bad but his actions always hurt the most because well he is sort of my crush. Every night I have dreams of how he's gay and I'm his little fantasy, but in my real life it's the total opposite.
He pushed his heavy black boot between my arms and separated my arms from my legs exposing my thin frail abdomen. I looked at the boot, then at him in a repeated fashion, hoping he wouldn't kick me where it would hurt. But no he swung his foot and kicked me right at the bottom lip. In an instant the blood began to drip out and so did the tears. I can't help the fact that I'm overly sensitive and I can cry from anything. I picked myself up to where I was on my knees and all Dewayne did was slam my head numerous times against the cold and hard wall of the bathroom stall. Luckily there was no blood leaking out to ruin my luxurious mane of thick black hair.
"Dewayne please, it hurts." "Want me to leave you alone fag boy?" "Yes." "Yes who?" "Yes sir." "Get the fuck up pussy! And go clean your ass up."
I quickly splashed some water on my face and stared blankly at the mirror. At the edge of the mirror I saw him staring back at me with rage in his eyes. He doesn't even hate gay people, we were actually friends since preschool but when I came out I've been enemy number one. I never found out why he grew an extreme amount of hate for me overnight, or why he felt a need to express himself towards me with violence and disrespect, but whatever.
Running out the bathroom for the school bathroom I stopped dead in my tracks to see the rain comming down at an intense pace. The sky was dark besides the bright flashes of lightning and deafening cracks of thunder. However, me being the lucky person that I am decided to leave my car at home and wear shorts to school. Besides a few teachers who were going to stay at school for some more hours it was just me and Dewayne. We both stayed a bit longer because we were doing a test for pyschology. A test that took damn near two hours.
"Um wait!" "What the fuck do you want Arri?" "Can I get a ride home?" "Fuck no. Your fag ass can get the bus or walk home." "I don't have any money." "Well it looks like you're out of luck!" "Dewayne please can you just do this one thing?" "Is there something you don't understand about the fucking word no?" "You bastard." I mumbled under my breath as I walked away. "What did you just say?!" "I didn't say anything." "Come here." "Dewayne I didn't say anything I swear!" "Bring your ass here now!"
I stood there motionless. I knew if I went over to him he'd beat me in some type of way that would only result in more pain. This time he just looked at me without any other actions. My heart was beating with anticipation, my palms were sweaty, my vision was starting to blur. He had rage in his eyes, his fists were balled up tightly, he was biting his bottom lip and his face was getting more red with each passing second. Suddenly everything went black and I felt like I just died or something.
My eyes flickered and I tried to pull everything back together. I was in the passenger seat of a car with some soft jazz music playing in the background and when I turned my head I saw Dewayne talking to some people on the phone.
"What happened?" "The fag fainted. You fell on me like a damn tree, almost knocking me out, so I backed up quickly and you banged your head on the floor." "I could've died from that type of impact." "Not like I would give a shit." "Dewayne why do you always treat me so.. bad?!" "I'm not a fan of you fag boys." "But we were so close before." "Well we not anymore! Bring it up again and I swear I'll give you the worst beat down of your life." "I just wanna know what I did to deserve this." "Didn't I tell you to shut up!" "Sorry I won't bring it back up." "Now where the fuck do you live at? I'm sick of you gaying up my car." "805 LaMarla Road." "Wow, that's a tough neighborhood." "I know." "How does a fag like you survive there?" "Do you have to keep calling me a fag? I know I'm gay, the entire world knows I'm gay. I don't need you to throw that disrespectful term at me every fucking day." "Arri have you forgotten just what I will do to you?" "No sir." "Talk like that again and watch what happens."
The ride home was one without any spoken words, I would look over at Dewayne every now and then but I don't think he ever looked back at me. The only reason I looked at him was to see him lick those thick full lips, or brush his trimmed eyebrows, or just admire his beautiful brown skin. I had a dream like this, but in my dream we drove to some faraway motel and had hot wild sex all night. Driving down my street there were some girls arguing and two houses down some guy was getting into it with his mother. The resident crackhead, JFX, was nowhere to be found though.
Pulling into my driveway I saw my dad sitting on his porch chair with a blunt in his mouth. Everyday all he did was smoke weed, smoke weed, smoke weed, sleep, fuck with me. My dad was just like Dewayne but in grown up form.
"Why the fuck are you getting here so late homo?" "I was taking a test at school." "Because of your stupid ass I couldn't even blow it down with a bitch I met last night." "Sorry dad." "Get your stupid ass in the house and get ready." "Not tonight I'm tired."
He didn't say anything. He ran over and held tightly on my throat until I was gasping for air. My hands were turning blue and my vision started to go again. The life would have been choked out of me if Dewayne hadn't came over to break it up. That was his first act of kindness in years.
"Go wait for me in the car Arri." "You wanna dance little boy? I'm a grown ass man so don't you dare interrupt my affairs." "I don't care what you are. But I know one thing.. you ever touch my Arri like that again and you'll be the one begging for forgiveness."
Dewayne ran back to the car and we just drive off. I didn't know where we were going and I didn't want to blurt out the question because he looked pretty mad.
"Thank you!" "Shut up Arri I'm not in the mood right now." "Ok but still thank you so much for taking me away from that hellhole. Every moment I spent--" "Shut your damn mouth!" "Dewayne I'm sorry but I really think you should know--"
Before I could finish my sentence he kissed me. Tongue and all. It felt like a million butterflies just flew out my stomach and carried me into the nicest paradise in heaven. His lips were so soft and smooth, his tongue was fat and wrestling with my tongue, and his strong hands were roaming all over my plump little bum.
"Take off your clothes." "But we're in a car won't we get caught?" "I don't care about getting caught. Now take the shit off fag!"
I slowly took off my shirt because well I was scared. Looking at him there was a large amount of lust in his eyes and that scared me even more. Uh oh I felt my eyes gettig watery. When the tears started to roll down I pulled my shirt back down and zipped my pants up. Dewayne backed down into the driverseat then he leaped up slamming the side of my head against the dashboard. Maybe I should just do what he tells me to do. But I didn't need to do anythig except lay there quietly.
In less than a minute Dewayne had stripped off all of my clothes without causing any type of pain. He gazed all over my thin and pale body and gently ran his fingers around my thighs. I couldn't help but squirm as he did it because my thighs will always be my spot. I decided to return the favor and slap my hands on hard muscular chest while nibbling on his ear. Foreplay wasn't his thing because the whole time I was doing my thing he had taken off his pants and let his dick hang there. I looked down to admire but secretly it scared the hell out of me. Ever since I started fucking a few years back I seen a lot of dicks some small, some big, but nothing like this.
His brown cock looked to be as long as long as my foot, which is 9 inches exactly, with the thickness of your average American boy arm, and that's what made it so intimidating. His balls were rocking back and forth in a tight sack but damn if they weren't the biggest balls I've ever encountered. I looked back up at Dewayne and he had this twisted sadistic smile on his face as if he knew he was going to do something I wouldn't particularly enjoy.
"Turn around Arri." "I can't take it Dewayne it's too big." "Turn around Arri."
I looked at him with my bottom lip poking out thinking he wouldn't force me to do this. But no I was wrong because he spun me around and pressed my body up against the window and parted my cheeks with the head of his dick staring at my exposed hole. Despite my promiscuity I remained free of any diseases and my hole managed to stay extremely tight, Dewayne was certainly about to change something about me. He tried pushing in the head but it was too large for it go in comfortably. Instead of fingering me to loosen it up a little he spread my hole somewhat wider and rammed his entire cock all the way.
I couldn't scream, or moan, or beg him to pull out because having so much meat invade me at once had shut my body down. I felt him pull out halfway and then shove the whole thing back in balls deep. There were no sounds except for the sound of him slapping my ass as he pounded away ferociously at what used to be a delicate hole. He grabbed my hips and thrusted his cock in harder than before, he was fucking me at a pace that I never experienced. All the pain had subsided and I was now moaning with great pleasure as Dewayne had his cock so far inside me I was probably suffering from internal organ damage.
My body was now pushed up against the dashboar and he was grinding his cock as deep as he could. I looked around to see he had somehow placed his feet on the dashboard and had his hands on my shoulder fucking me for life. His balls were hitting my thighs with loud pops and he was just grinding his dick with passion. I couldn't help but moan loudly and sometimes let my eyes roll back from how good he was making me feel.
"You like that big dick in your ass you faggot?" "Ooh yes I like it." "You like it?!" "Ahh fuck me Dewayne, ahh!"
He kept saying more stuff but I couldn't say one word. His dick was so good my mind had separated itself from the body and all I could do was breathe. He layed me on my back and rammed his cock in and out of me like a wild jackhammer. My body was shivering and jerking around in crazy motions but he maintained his cocentration making me his bitch. His hands were balled into fists and they were pressed down into my back so he could have a better balance. Then suddenly he pulled out to where only his head was inside, but then he shoved the entire cock back down in my hole. He repeated that same process forever causing me to jerk my own cock rapidly and cum all over my body and his car seat.
He layed on top of me and lifted his butt up and down so his cock was moving in the same way. I felt his cock grow thicker and this made me cum even more, so much cum it was flowing down to the floor of the car. He pulled out one last time and rammed the monster back inside making me squeal like a pig. He was dominating my body like nobody has ever done before and all I wanted was for this to last an eternity. He grabbed my shoulders, bit my neck, and shot load after load of warm sperm up my ass but he still wanted to continue rampaging. I tried squeezing him out of me but he would just push in deeper and deeper and as the more I squeezed the tighter my hole became which made me fill me with cum. When he finally pulled out I felt a rush of sperm hit my back and up to my neck. I wanted to turn around and let some hit the back of my throat but he had one hand fiercly fucking my ass.
"Damn that was some amazing shit." "I know." "You wanna be my little fuck boy Arri?" "Yes sir."