The Bully Returns

At school I was the focus of the scum generally referred to as, ?The Bully.? His name was Morgan, but he was known as ?Conan.? My entire high school career was beleaguered by his domination over me. I was subjected to constant pushing, shoving, and smothering by him. I was always up against a wall or on the ground being completely swamped by his huge body.Morgan was a big guy, and by the time he was seventeen already stood six foot three inches tall, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds. My small one hundred and thirty pound body was no match for him. What made matters worse, was that his personal hygiene was not exactly exemplary. He was always smelly and sweaty, with his smoker?s breath constantly in my face as his huge grubby hands relentlessly tormented my head.I was frequently aware of his stiff cock rubbing against me during my torture sessions, and felt sure that he derived some or other sexual pleasure from his supremacy over me. He always referred to me as ?Slave-Boy,? during these encounters. Morgan was quite sexy, but his severe acne condition was a major turn-off for me. Graduating from high school was therefore a relief, as I was finally rid of my persecutor.Over the ensuing years I attended college, graduated, and then settled down to life in a very pleasant town. Fortunately, because of the design work I did I was able to work from my home, only having to spend one day a week at the offices of the company that employed me.My small home had been purchased at a very low cost, but needed a lot of fixing. Systematically, I worked through a ?to-do? list and after a year had almost completed the renovation. One of the final tasks that I had to tackle was to replace my closed system fireplace. The existing one in the house had been neglected by the former owner and was beyond repair.I contacted a local heating company who then sent their salesman by. After Avrupa yakası escort selecting the fireplace I wanted, he informed me that their technician would be visiting me in two days? time to install the unit.Two days later, after responding to a knock at the door, my heart almost stopped when I opened to find that Morgan was the technician. He was even taller and bigger than when I had last seen him. Although his acne was gone, there was ample evidence from the scaring it had left. Morgan looked as bewildered as I did and after introducing himself asked, ?Aren?t you Reilly??I nodded apprehensively, before he entered the house with a wry smile. As he busied himself, we eventually swapped our life histories of the past five years. He told me that he had been married, but was now divorced. Fortunately, no kids had resulted during the marriage. To get away from his family and ex-wife, Morgan had requested a transfer to the local fireplace branch, a few months before.Morgan had grown sexier since our school days. He still gave-off the masculine scent I remembered from years before, but being less prissy than I was at school it didn?t bug me any longer. His huge hands were rougher than I remembered, but given his kind of work, I supposed, that was to be expected. He wore a brown two-piece overall, with his name and company?s logo embroidered above the top pocket. His boots were enormous, and I felt sure he could fall asleep standing up. I even got to see his hairy tradesman?s crack while he installed my fireplace.Morgan did a great job and in three hours his work was done. As he was leaving he asked if he could pop in from time to time, as he didn?t know anyone else in town. I responded affirmatively, but mentally chastised myself after he left. What the hell was I thinking? On the other hand, I was intrigued by how Ataköy escort bayan time and location could alter behaviour. Morgan had appeared to be in awe of me, and all my former fears evaporated by the time he left.At seven p.m. two days later, he phoned me. Morgan had just eaten a takeaway, and asked if he could pop in for a visit with a few beers. Having eaten my own supper, I answered that it wouldn?t be a problem. He arrived ten minutes later dressed in his work clothes.After consuming a beer he asked if he could use my toilet. Upon closing the bathroom door I remembered that I had a stash of gay magazines in the loo. I had a WTF moment, figuring that our budding friendship might just have run just its course. After returning, however, he said nothing about the magazines, and we continued chatting.Following a pause in our conversation a while later, Morgan sheepishly said, ?I?m sorry.? Picking up on my quizzical expression he continued, ?That I was such a shit to you in high school.?I smiled benignly before asking, ?Why did you torment me??He shrugged and replied, ?I was jealous of you.??What? why?? I asked incredulously.?You are smart, good looking, everything I?m not. I come from white trash. You are clean-cut and cultured.? Smiling forlornly he then continued, ?I was? and still am a smelly oaf. Back then my face looked like an acne war zone. I?m sure you have never even had one pimple,? he blurted as we both chuckled.He went on to tell me that he had left everything he owned with his ex, whose redneck family were carbon copies of his own clan. He simply had to get away from the rut that his life had become, having grown sick and tired of it all. Visiting me in my beautiful home, had made him realise what a fuck-up he had made of his life. He continued saying that he was happy he had moved to this new town, and was Escort Şirinevler positive about rebuilding his life here. Although he was currently living in a dingy room attached to the back of someone?s house, the peace and quiet was well worth it.Before he left he told me that he was very pleased that he had bumped into me, and hoped we could be friends. As we walked to his pick-up he asked if I could cook. I replied that I believed I could. He then asked if I would consider teaching him, as he was living on eggs, pasta, and takeaways. I invited him to dinner two days hence, suggesting, he could then make up his mind about my culinary skills. After accepting my invitation he climbed into his vehicle and drove off.Two days later, on Saturday, Morgan arrived at seven with a dozen beers in hand. He was wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals. His legs were bandy and hairy, and I finally got to see his huge feet. They were broad and totally magnificent, and I actually had to restrain myself from not blatantly staring at them.At around eight we sat down to a leisurely dinner, which he savoured, continuously complimenting me. As our conversation flowed, I was astonished by how enjoyable I was finding my former tormentors company. We were both very relaxed, and Morgan was really putting away the beers. The night flew by and before we knew, it was one a.m.Morgan then asked if I liked country music. After nodding my head affirmatively he retrieved a CD from his vehicle. We listened to one of his favourite tracks with the lyrics; ?It?s a quarter after one, I?m a little drunk, and I need you now.? As the song ended he pushed the repeat button, before asking me to dance with him. Flabbergasted, I allowed him to embrace me before we swayed to the song.When the song again ended, he pushed the repeat button once more and we danced again. This time, however, he held me a lot closer. I could feel that his cock was as hard as a rock. As the song ended, ironically at a quarter after one, we stood silent for a moment looking at one another. I broke the silence by suggesting that he use the spare room, given his alcoholic consumption. Nodding somewhat shyly, he followed me to the spare bedroom.