Mike, My Bully

Mike, My Bully  corrected Mike was my bully in 7th grade, and this is a true story. We met during football practice before the school year began. I was impressed by his well-defined muscles and skill in the sport. After practice, we would shower in the locker room where Mike had no shame in showing off his naked body. 
I was amazed by his advanced development, with a full bush and hair in his armpits. He also had a beautiful six-pack with a treasure trail leading to his crotch. His dick seemed large compared to us kids, but I later discovered he had been held back a year in school. 
I had experimented with some friends, but it was always kept secret and never discussed openly. However, I was attracted to Mike and wanted to touch and taste his dick, eventhough he was not my friend and often bullied me. He knew he was stronger and better at sports than us, which may have been due to a difficult childhood that led him to become a bully. 
While this may have made him feel better about himself, it made my life miserable. Despite being tall and athletic from years of competitive swimming, I never got into fights because I knew Mike could easily beat me up with his experience. He would humiliate me in front of our classmates and constantly challenge me to prove myself as BMOC (Big Man On Campus). Mike would constantly mock me in front of our classmates and deliberately provoke me to try and silence him. I would do my best to ignore him and avoid any confrontation. 
This continued for years, but the most difficult part was that I couldn’t help but feel attracted to him. It was purely physical, as I both feared and despised him. Despite my efforts to steer clear of him, I often found myself thinking about him at night. Fast forward a few years, and I was aimlessly wandering in the woods near our neighborhood. When I saw Mike approaching me, fear immediately consumed me. We were alone in a secluded area with no one around. As he came closer with an aggressive demeanor, I stood my ground and told him to leave me alone. He challenged me by saying, “What are you going to do about it?” In response, I simply said, “Nothing. You can beat me up and there’s nothing I can do to stop you.” Mike laughed and acknowledged my statement as true.  I questioned him about his mistreatment towards me and expressed that I had never wronged him, so there was no justification for his behavior. Mike simply stared at me, potentially contemplating my words. I understood that he knew I was speaking the truth, but I also realized he would not acknowledge any fault and cease bothering me. Throughout this encounter, my adrenaline was pumping, and I felt afraid. Without knowing where this sudden boldness came from, I impulsively pulled down his shorts and underwear in one swift motion. He reacted with shock and demanded to know what I was doing. I explained that I was trying to convince him to stop harassing me and leave me alone. (I can confidently say that this would not have occurred if others were present.) Simultaneously, while conveying my message to him, I took a step closer and grabbed his genitalia firmly. He froze in response, likely aware that with one strong tug, I could cause him significant pain or even injury. Despite his threatening stance, I disregarded it and dropped to my knees, taking his flaccid member into my mouth. It seemed unlikely that he had ever engaged in any sexual activity with a man before, but it was apparent that he had experience with women. In an angry tone, he exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing?" I paused briefly before removing my mouth from his soft dick while still maintaining a grip on it and responded, "convincing you to stop bothering me." With that statement made, I immediately resumed pleasuring him orally by swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.  Instead of looking up at him in fear or apprehension, I remained focused on the task at hand. I experienced a little relief thinking I might not get the crap kicked out of me when I felt his cock begin to grow in my mouth. I began to fondle his balls as I slowly bobbed my head up and down on him. I started to get turned on after a short period of time doing this when I began to taste his pre-cum, which had started to ooze out of his cock and enter my mouth. I was now more horny than frightened. I believe he had no idea how to react to this and was dumbfounded, yet turned on by this. He grabbed my head and began to facefuck me. He wasn't gentle at all. He was very aggressive, just shoving his dick into my mouth and into the beginning of my throat. I began to gag, but he didn't care.  He continued to pound my face while I choked and had tears well up in my eyes. He didn't give me any time to adjust to having his cock get rammed down my throat. He just kept thrusting it all the way into me until his gut would hit my face. I had no choice but to continue sucking him. He then started talking to me, asserting his dominance. "That's right, you cocksucker, take it all in," "I bet you've dreamed about sucking my cock, haven't you, you faggot?" and "you want to eat my cum, don't you?" I didn't reply at all because my mouth was full with his fuck stick, but I've got to admit, I was really turned on. Even though I hated this bully, and had never experienced giving a blowjob this rough, I loved having his cock in my mouth, oozing pre-cum, and having him use me.  After several minutes of this, I tasted a lot of pre-cum as he was releasing a lot of it, more than I had ever had come out of a dick and enter my mouth. At first, I thought he had cum. I almost came in my underwear without even touching myself. I have used the memory of this many times since while jerking myself off. Without any warning, he pulled me hard towards him as he thrust forward, forcing his cock to go as deep into my throat as he could make it go. He didn’t pull himself back at all; he just left his cock deep in my throat. While he held it there, he let out a moan, and I could feel his cock swell then throb and pulse as he shot his load.  I was swallowing what he was shooting the best I could until I choked, and some came out of my mouth and ran down my chin. This was the first moment I could taste anything from his ejaculation. While holding my head with one hand, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and grabbed it with his other hand and slapped my cheeks with his spent cock a couple of times while calling me a bitch. He then squeezed the base of his cock and pulled up from the base, working out whatever cum he had inside that hadn’t been shot out into me until it formed a blob on the head of his dick at the pee slit.  He then put his cock on my lips and told me to lick it clean. I did. He then bent over, grabbed his underwear and shorts, and pulled them up. By this time I had started recovering from the pounding my face had taken and asked, “So are you going to leave me alone now?” He just said, “If you say anything about this, I will kill you,” and he walked away.  I got off my knees, sat down, and pulled out my cock, which was raging hard, and jerked myself off. I think I came in about 2 minutes, and it was one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had. I shot my load which hit me on the face, shoulder, and chest before it finished on my belly like normal. Mike never bullied me again. He wasn’t friendly but left me alone (except for one other encounter), which is all I wanted.