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Sex Bully
by LilAlex (lilalex666@aol.com)
***
To this day, I can't believe how stupid and naive I was
at 19. Twelve years later, I still suffer the
consequences. (MM, nc, forced-gay, oral)
***
I moved out of my parent's home in Fresno and into the
outskirts of Los Angeles because the warehousing
company I worked for moved there. My parents and I
weren't on the best of terms anyway and didn't protest
much. In fact, they told me not to come back.
I didn't have a car (I had a bicycle), so had to find a
place to live that was close to our new warehouse.
Pickings were slim, but I found one place. On my humble
earnings I was barely able to afford the meager "room
for rent" that was my new home. It was a motel type
place where you could rent a room at weekly rates.
My room was about 12 feet across and 18 feet from the
door to the back wall. Just bare furnishings; a low
dresser along the south wall (to the left as you
entered), a queen sized bed on the west wall, a
table/desk and chair on the east wall. Near the north
(back) wall was a doorway to a closet type area where
the sink was. No toilet, those and showers were down
the hall in a common bathroom. In the north eastern
corner, near the ceiling, was a TV mounted on a swivel.
Each room had a TV with cable (HBO or Showtime in those
days was considered "cable"), but no phones. There was
one in the hall. There was also a 10:00 PM curfew for
visitors, all of whom had to come in and out through a
door next to
the manager's room, although my window didn't have a
screen and faced an alley in the back. It was all I
could afford, so I took it.
As I said, I didn't have a car and wasn't very outgoing
either, so I spent a lot of time by myself, out of
necessity but also by choice. I would read, watch TV,
or jerk off in the privacy of my very own place. That
to me was freedom.
My troubles started about 6 months after moving there.
I know it was around February or March of '84 because I
was doing my taxes and trying to figure out why I OWED
money to Uncle Sam on a $5.30 an hour salary. It was
about 9:15 PM and I heard a light rapping on my window.
I looked out to see a scruffy looking guy on a bike. He
was trying to talk through the glass, but I couldn't
make it out. He motioned towards the front of the
building and I knew he wanted to be let it, not an
uncommon thing. So, feeling generous, I walked down the
hall and let him in.
"Thanks man," he said. "I came to see a buddy of mine,
but I don't think he's home. I don't see his car."
"No problem," I replied, not particularly caring to
know his business.
As I walked back to my room, it seemed we were going
the same way and as it turned out his friend's room was
at the other end of the hall. So as I opened my door he
thanks me again and asks me my name.
"Ned," I told him. His was Jerry. I went back to my
taxes.
Not long after, there was a knock at the door. It was
Jerry. Apparently his friend wasn't home and he wanted
to know if he could "crash" for a while until he got
home. Grudgingly I said sure.
He began to tell me about how he and the friend were
going to go buy some beer and that I was more than
welcome to join in. At that point in my life I didn't
drink, so I declined.
Jerry was a largish sort of guy. Bigger than I was. I
must have been about 5'9" and weighted 135 lbs. He was
a good 6 foot and a stocky 210 or so. He looked very
rumpled, his clothes were dirty from wear and not being
washed. His hair was disheveled and he had a slight
"funk." He must have been about 26 or 28 years old. He
told me he used to live in this "complex" and knew his
way around. He went for the door and said he'd be back
shortly. I hoped not, but he left his jacket so I knew
he'd return.
It was some time before he did, probably 20 minutes. He
had gone to the community bathroom, scrounged up some
soap, and taken a shower. He was a bit more presentable
now except for the disarrayed, wet hair. He sat on the
foot of the bed where I sat at the top head, leaning
against the wall.
He asked what I was doing and I told him my taxes and
about the money I owed (I think it was like $200, but
seemed like millions on my budget). I should have
guessed his reply would be "Man, I just don't pay 'em."
He was Mexican and had that "vato" quality in his
voice. It seemed like he spoke too loud and that his
voice echoed off the walls of my small room.
I forget all of the small talk that passed between us,
but at about 10:20 or so I was wondering where his
friend was, or if this "friend" existed. I questioned
him subtly on this and by his descriptions it seemed he
did indeed know the guy down the hall whom I had seen
on occasion. Jerry was supposed to stay there overnight
(breaking the rules) because he had been bouncing from
place to place since getting out of jail a few months
earlier.
He was the trashy type of person you see in most any
city. The kind that you see on "Cops" getting arrested
for drug offenses, so I wasn't too surprised to hear he
had been in jail. He looked like the type that might
break into your car or house. Thankfully I didn't
really have anything to steal.
He asked about my job and about what I did for fun. I
told him I read and watched TV for the most part. I
told him I had friends at work, but not the kind you
would see outside of work.
As the conversation was dwindling, or because of it, he
decided to watch TV. He flipped around until he landed
on Showtime, which was showing a porno movie. Not
figuring I'd get any more work done (actually I WAS
done but was using the taxes as an excuse to ignore
Jerry to some extent), I sat and watched the movie.
This REALLY made me wish he'd leave, because this movie
was getting me in the mood to jack off.
As I recall, the movie had something to do with this
actress with huge tits going down on a producer to get
a part, and the director walking in and butt fucking
her simultaneously. I knew this was having an effect on
Jerry because all he said was "Fuck yeah" and "God
Damn!" during that scene.
Not being the kind of guy who liked to talk about sex.
I'd only done it a couple times in my life and had
always felt less than experienced in such
conversations, so I tried to change the subject.
There was a guy in the movie with a cock about 11
inches long. Being as uninformed as I was, I figured
all cocks were about 7 or 8 inches like mine. I asked,
"I guess that guy had his dick enlarged or something,
huh?"
"Maybe, probably not. Why, does it look big to you?"
"Yeah, it's pretty big," I replied. "No cock could be
that big naturally!"
"Mine has to be at least that big," he said. "Maybe
bigger."
"Oh yeah, right, " I offered, not wanting to get into
an "I got a big cock," conversation, either.
"Hell yeah man," he continued. "My dick drives women
wild! Once they see it, they have to suck it. And once
they suck it, they want it every night!"
By now I was getting tired of this guy and his
machismo. "Whatever," I replied.
"What, you don't believe me," he questioned. "I'll tell
you what, it's bigger and prettier than your pencil
dick!"
Now, I had been told that I had a good sized cock, and
took a bit of pride in that, so I took offense to the
"Pencil dick" comment.
"Yeah, right," I answered.
He glared at me a moment, the only time his eyes had
come away from the sexcapades before us. After a pause,
he said, "I bet mine makes yours look like a
toothpick."
"No way," I sneered, hoping if nothing else to make him
mad enough to leave.
"I bet you, twenty bucks!" With that he pulled out a
small wad of twenties and tens. I would have been
surprised to find that he had even 5 bucks.
"I don't have twenty bucks," I snapped. It was the
truth.
"Hey, man, that's not my problem! Take the bet or admit
mine's bigger!"
"Dude, I told you, I ain't got twenty bucks."
Jerry just looked at me for a bit, then watched TV for
a while. Presently, he returned to the subject.
"If your dick's bigger than mine, I'll give you 20. If
mine is bigger, you give me head."
"WHAT?!" I screeched. "You want me to suck your dick
for 20 bucks! No fucking way!"
"Hey man, I been away for a long time. I'll take the
head instead of the cash."
"I'm not going to bet you head against 20 bucks."
"Okay, fifty!"
I could have used the twenty, let alone the fifty. I
wondered if he did in fact have a big cock and if he
would indeed pay me. But I couldn't go through with it.
I fudged.
"Dude, I don't CARE how big your dick is. It's not that
important to me."
"That's because you know you have a pencil dick and
mine is twice as big as yours!"
Jerry was getting a bit agitated and emotional by now.
The last thing I wanted was an irate ex-con kicking my
ass, so I tried to concede a bit to calm him down.
"Maybe your dick's like an inch bigger than mine. I'm
not going to suck your dick for an inch, so drop it."
Jerry seemed a bit more amiable at that point. He said,
"If you're within an inch of my dick, you get twenty
and I'll suck your dick. If yours is any bigger than
mine, I'll give you 50 and do you too. Otherwise it's a
blow job me."
My first thought was that my length HAD to be within an
inch of his. Twenty bucks seemed like a sure thing. I
also thought about how little money I had and how long
it was till payday. But then I thought, "What the hell,
he's probably not serious anyway." So I agreed.
"Alright," I said, "let's do it."
He smiled and said, "Okay, we match 'em up hard."
On TV, the chick with the tits was on her back on the
producer's desk being fucked so hard the desk shook and
tits flopped everywhere. We were soon ready.
I was nervous as we went to the mat. I wanted to be the
first one out for some reason, so I reached into my
sweats and whipped it out and tried to squeeze it to
its fullest. As I said, about 7 to 8 inches.
Jerry sneered and laughed as he unzipped his jeans and
hauled out his cock... "SHIT!" I sucked my first and
last dick that day. He was at least 12 inches ling and
my jaw was one sore son of a bitch after he was done
with my mouth.
I'll never forget that experience, I'll tell you!
END?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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