The Beast Ch. 01-02

Chapter One
My story is one that's been told many times over. It's about my shadow, the devil on my shoulder. It's part Jekyll and Hyde. It's the dark passenger from Dexter. It's part The Incredible Hulk.
But there's a difference. I'm no murderer. Not in a literal sense anyway. I have killed many relationships. That's for sure. That's my thing. When my devil takes over, I want nothing more than to steal your girl, the one who loves you, the one who you love more than anything. To make your pretty little lady a slave for my cock over all else. That's what makes me feel alive.
It's not my fault. I was born to become a man with a thick, veiny nine inch weapon. I'm tall and strong, the kind of man women want to be held by so they can feel small and protected. I have rugged good looks, I'm athletic, and physically gifted. There are many names for it. The Kavorka. BDE. Those are just two.
And I have a brain. I'm smart. I know how people tick. I know how to get what I want. I can sniff out weakness in an instant, and when I do it kicks in my own personal Hulk, one whose anger leads to disgust, and makes me do very bad things to couples who don't know what hit them.
Some perceive me as arrogant, cocky. I'll admit, when I'm in dark mode there's some truth to that. Yet on the whole I think I'm just honest. Everything I've said here is true. Is admitting such truths arrogant? Or is it just being real?
Whatever the case may be, this is who I am. But I'm no psychopath. In my mid-twenties I even went to Sex Addicts Anonymous. I loved and still love the sex, having the ability to fuck a beautiful woman whenever I want, but once I realized fucking women in relationships was the only way I could really get off, I had some serious concerns. I tried to kick the habit, and for about a year I did, but then it came back strong, so I said screw it. This is me. Best to just lean into it and feed the beast whenever he'd rear his handsome head. Now, at the age of 32 I've fully accepted this as a part of my life. From time to time, the beast awakens. He feeds me. I feed him. He goes back to sleep. It is what it is. It's my life.
SAA is where I learned about HALT. Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired. These are the states in which we are most likely to fall prey to our cravings. For me, Angry rings very true, as implied above by my Hulk allusion. But the SAA folks forget at least one letter, maybe because it doesn't fit the nifty acronym. HALTB just doesn't have the same clever ring to it.
Boredom. That's what the B stands for. Lately I've been bored, and the beast gains power from boredom. Idle hands are the devil's playground and all that. Boredom is where I remember this problem beginning. It was in high school. My senior year. Daniela Hudson. That was her name. And Mike Gallagher. That was her boyfriend. My best friend. At least until the beast was born and killed his very first relationship.
Chapter Two
Mike and I grew up together. He lived near me, down the block. As young kids we were both great athletes, and we played every sport together, whether it was club soccer, little league baseball, or street hockey in the cul de sac at the end of our street. We were great teammates, and our teams tended to win. As you can imagine, there was always an intense competition between us. It drove us both to get better, but sometimes it led to fights. We'd wail on each other a bit and then always end up laughing it off. We were best buds.
Things only started to get strained once we were in middle school. I was always taller than him, but around age 12 I went through a big growth spurt. I was the first kid in middle school to have hair under my pits, and in the locker room it became evident that I was much bigger than most of the other boys. My name is William, and everyone called me Will, so naturally they started calling me "Big Dick Willie." I'm not gonna lie. I didn't mind this nickname getting around the school. I sensed it'd give me cache with the girls, and I was starting to pay attention to them.
Unfortunately for Mike, he never had much of a growth spurt. By the end of high school he was around 5'6", while I was 6'3". Once I grew in middle school I got faster and stronger. I way surpassed Mike in athletic skills, and I think it kind of killed him. Whereas he'd often bested me when we were playing one on one whatever, now he stood no chance other than in baseball, as I became most interested in soccer. I became the star of the soccer team, and he fell back to the middle as other kids also grew and he barely did. He still carried his reputation as a great athlete, but that was no longer matching his reality. It was also noticeable that he'd never take off his clothes in the locker room, so that was another reality for him.
We were still tight, but I sensed his jealousy, especially once we were both girl crazy. Without any effort, the best looking girls in the class were wanting to be my girlfriend or whatever it is we do in the early middle school years. Girls liked siirt escort Mike too. He still had confidence from his earlier athletic success, but when it came to anything relating to getting intimate with a girl he seemed to struggle. No one was fucking anyone yet, but I was making out with girls behind the school, or in hidden hallways all the time. Then I met Cheryl Becher. I was in seventh grade and she was in eighth.
The boy soccer team and the cheerleaders ended up in the same skit in the school talent show. Cheryl was a part of it. After rehearsals, Mike told me he had a huge crush on her. "Maybe I'll buy her a necklace," I remember him saying.
The night of the show, afterwards, she took me by the hand and led me down a dark hallway and said, "Ok Big Dick Willie. Let's see what all the buzz is about." I just shrugged and pulled it out. "Holy shit," she said. I wasn't even hard yet, but that didn't last long. Apparently she was experienced. She dropped to her knees and proceeded to give me my first blow job. I remember her trying to get it all the way down her throat. She was gagging. Must have watched her father's porn or something. In any case, I blew a load down her throat, and I was instantly hooked on the way she seemed to worship it, to gobble it all up with glee.
Of course I bragged to the boys later, somewhat conscious of the fact that I was rubbing it in Mike's face. I remember him being unable to hide his jealousy. The other boys were high-fiving me, and he was just looking miserable. I'm pretty sure he hadn't worked up the courage to kiss anyone yet.
It only got worse that summer when we went to a huge party on the 4th of July that next summer. In our town this was a known night of debauchery. After we got dropped off at the beach, as we walked to it, I said, "Let's lose our virginity tonight." He said "Hell yeah," but I could tell he was scared by the idea of it. He also looked pissed about an hour later when good old Cheryl walked over, took me by the hand, and said, "C'mon, Willie. Let's go for a walk." I turned and gave him the thumbs up as I walked into the darkness, and he seemed to hang his head in shame.
I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but Cheryl sure did. She showed me some things, and instead of pretending I knew anything, I listened, followed instructions, and quickly learned how to make her cum. She and I kept fucking the rest of that summer, mostly at her house since her parents never seemed to be home. By the time I reached eighth grade I was pretty confident I could make any girl cum.
The boys always lived vicariously through me. Some of them were starting to get to third base and such, but I'd already hit a grand slam. I told them stories about what Cheryl did to me, and what I did to her. I held court. They loved it. Mike, not so much. He pretended to, but his jealousy was always right there on his red face.
This all came to a head at the end of eighth grade. I'd been fucking my "girlfriend," Vanessa, for much of that year. Of course she was a cheerleader, and she had the biggest tits in the school. With her, I was the teacher, and when we broke up in May word spread quickly. Those last few weeks of school I had at least three girls basically beg me to take their virginity.
Meanwhile, Mike had finally kissed a girl. He was with this sweet girl named Daniela. She was a star soccer player too. She was really pretty, but very innocent and shy. She was making Mike wait at least until high school.
Then this thing happened. It was superlative season, and the vote was up for best athlete. It was obvious Daniela and I were going to win. We were clearly the best athletes in the school. Yet Mike still had a reputation for being a good athlete, and must have been freaked out about the idea of Daniela and I having our picture together in the yearbook. So he went around drumming up support on the day of the vote, and lo and behold, he won by a few votes. They had their picture together, and word spread that he'd stood on a stool so he looked taller than her, though he'd never admitted it to anyone. I didn't really give a shit about the award, to be honest, but his scheming and the insecurity that drove it really pissed me off. I didn't act on it, but it stayed with me, and that summer leading into high school, he and I drifted apart, joined different friend groups. He and Daniela broke up too, but stayed close friends.
It wasn't until three years later, at the beginning of our senior year of high school, that we rekindled our friendship. We were in the same English class, and we sat near each other. By that time we were both really into music, so we started chatting about that, and we started to hang again. I was still a star athlete, in soccer and lacrosse, and he'd quit everything but baseball by then, so there weren't any of the old competitive feelings to deal with.
Here's the other thing: At this point of high school, ennui had set in. I'd fucked most of the girls I would've silifke escort wanted to. My sports career was coming to an end. I was pretty sick of high school drama and such. I was ready to go to college and start something new. Yet, from the moment I restarted my friendship with Mike, that feeling of boredom somehow started to go away. I want to think it was a genuine friendship. There's something about that early childhood friend, you know? You want to keep those friendships going, even if you've grown into different people. But looking back on it, there must have been more to it than that.
One night, while my mom was out, he and I drank a few beers on my back deck. He admitted to me that he got very shy around girls he liked, and while he'd dated a few over the years, and he wasn't a virgin, he hadn't had much luck with them. Furthermore, he was still good friends with Daniela, who'd grown up to be a gorgeous athlete, and he still had huge feelings for her. The problem was, she'd been dating a football player named Brian for a few years. Now they'd broken up and she was finally single.
"I know you've always had it easy with girls," he said to me. "What's the trick?" In other words, he wanted to get with Daniela, and he wanted me to tell him how. The truth is that there is no real trick, at least for me. I barely have to put any effort into it. Again, I'm not bragging. It's just the truth. I'm just lucky. Blessed. Ever since Cheryl, I've gotten laid pretty much whenever I wanted to, by countless girls, and so I didn't care whether one other wanted me or not. If there is a trick, that's a big part of it. Being most girls' ideal body type is another part of it. Having a huge dick actually might've counted against me with some girls, but others want to try it. And by then I'd already perfected the art of using it. I knew how to ease in and slowly break them in. I could make pretty much any girl cum, and while they told each other what a "male slut" I was, the truth is that that only intrigued the ones who hadn't tried.
None of that was about to be true of Mike, then or likely ever, so I told him to just be himself, to be honest about his feelings, and then to pounce. "Just wait for the right moment, tell her how you feel about her, and tell her you're going to kiss her."
"You mean ask, right?"
"No, Mike. Tell her. Don't stutter. Don't hesitate. Say 'Daniela, I've been waiting to kiss you for years and I'm not waiting anymore,' and then confidently lean in like you know she wants it."
The next night we went to a party in the woods, and wouldn't you know it, Mike came over to me near the end of the night with Daniela. He had his arm around her, and a huge shit eating grin on his face. Apparently my plan had worked.
Daniela, having been raised in a pretty strict Catholic household, apparently has only slept with Brian sparingly, and he left her for that, so once she and Mike got in deep, they started having sex in the regular. The kid was in seventh heaven, and for a while they both seemed to be there together. I was happy for my old friend, and felt no immediate sense of competition. Daniela and I had never had a thing. She had run in a different group than me, and my reputation probably turned her off.
But then we all began to hang out a lot. I was really kind to her, and didn't show any interest beyond supporting my buddy Mike. I think it surprised her. She's used to a lot of male attention, and probably figured I'd at least flirt with her. Plus, she'd probably heard that I was a bit of a brute. It was true, I'd partied all those years, and I mostly wanted to win at sports, fuck hot girls, drink a lot of beer, and get into fights. I'm sure in her mind I wasn't her type. Around her though, I was a true gentleman. I was also clearly on her level of attractiveness, too, while with Mike she was dating down. In fact, she was at least three inches taller than him, not even in heels. As springtime came and it got warmer, I caught her staring at my body when we'd all go to the beach, or I'd be shirtless in Mike's backyard while she was over. It happened a few times, and each time I'd just raise one eyebrow at her and smirk when we made eye contact, and she'd turn her head to pretend nothing happened.
That was when I knew she'd fuck me if I really wanted to. When you're a guy like me, with as much experience as I already had at that age, you just know, the same way girls like Daniela just know. However, I gave her no reason to think I might be into it. I kept a barrier between us, never teasing her or flirting with her the way I did with other girls around her, and that probably made her curious. In my mind I was trying to respect my newfound friendship with Mike, though I have to say, it became less easy as time went on.
Here's the issue. Over the years of their friendship, he was clearly in the friendzone, and he put her way up on a pedestal. As with any hot girl, she took full advantage of this while clearly silivre escort growing disdainful of his simpish behavior. Now that they were dating, it was obvious how she'd get disgusted with him when he'd act all nice to her all the time.
She started to act shitty to him sometimes, bossing him around, acting like a princess, and even insulting him sometimes in front of me and other friends. She also happened to be a sweet, sensitive girl though, so she'd always feel ashamed after doing so. Then they'd be all lovey dovey for a bit until the next time she was sickened by his sticky sweetness, and she snapped. They had that cycle going, and it was driving me crazy watching it play out. It was so obvious he wasn't what she needed. Even for a nice girl like Daniela, when you're as smoking hot as she was, you need someone who can challenge you, psychologically and physically. It's nature's law, and poor Mike just wasn't up to either task. Maybe it's also natural that whenever she acted like a princess, I got a sudden urge to knock Mike out, turn her around, bend her over, and fuck her in the ass over his passed out body. The Beast was awakened.
One night we were on Mike's porch drinking beers. It was him, Daniela, her friend Kim, and me. That's when he broke the big news. He'd decided to go to college where Daniela was going. It was a state school, and plenty of kids from our high school went there, but it was obvious he was going because of her, as he'd never really entertained the idea of going there before she committed to play soccer there. Daniela hugged him and acted happy about it, but I could tell she was freaked out by it.
I was too. As I'd watched her treat him worse and worse more and more often, and he'd responded by desperately catering to her every whim, I'd grown more and more repulsed by him. He was dripping in weakness, and I'd realized he'd never really changed since that time he'd manipulated that yearbook vote in eighth grade. He was still the same insecure short guy. When I watched him hug her with the news of his college commitment, and I saw the grimace on her face behind his back, the Beast rattled in his cage.
It was then that I had this unstoppable urge to fuck Daniela. I wasn't going to force the issue, but I figured I'd give her some signs. Over the next thirty minutes I led the conversation to middle school, and brought up the yearbook under the guise of talking about the horns I'd drawn on particular teacher's heads. I said, "Mikey" (I never called him that before), "Go get that yearbook so we can see what a perv Mr. Hobarts was." The girls seconded it, so he went and got it. We were flipping through the pages, and we had a good laugh at the teachers, but then we got to the superlatives and there was that picture of Mike and Daniela.
I held it up for them. "Look at you two cuties. It was meant to be." I said it with enough of a hint of sarcasm, that it caused Daniela to laugh at the absurdity of it. "There's one thing I don't understand though," I said. "Daniela, you were already taller than Mikey in eighth grade, right?" She shook her head up and down. "So how does he look taller than you?"
There was a long, tense pause. Finally, Mike chimed in. "I was standing on a stool."
This was the humiliating recognition of his deep insecurity from back then, and it was a reminder to Daniela that he'd always been this way. The look on her face said it all. Mike was a sweet guy who was beneath her and not man enough. She didn't have to say it. It was all over her face for the next thirty seconds or so. Then Kim broke the ice, and said, "Hey, who wants to go for a swim?"
While in the pool I said, "Let's play chicken."
Mike said, "no thanks," but Daniela and Kim were game so he had no choice. Once she was on his shoulders, he was having a hard time keeping her up there. Kim was on mine, and while she was a good four inches shorter than Daniela, she was a good deal higher and sturdier than her up on my shoulders. We won every round, and the girls laughed a bunch, but Mike was looking pretty miserable the whole time. This night was not going well for him, and it only got worse when Daniela kept saying, "C'mon Mikey," hold me up higher. Aren't you strong enough?" We were on the same wavelength now. This was basically foreplay.
After that we dried off and had another beer on the back deck. Having had Heather on my shoulders earlier, the door was open to flirt with her pretty heavily, and she was enjoying some good repartee. She was cute and fun, and it was clear she wanted to fuck me. In any other circumstance, that's where the night would have ended up. But the Beast wouldn't allow it.
Mike and Daniela were pretty quiet the whole time. I'm certain both were really jealous at this point. The evening started to cool, and Kim was only in her bathing suit, with a t-shirt over it. She was starting to shiver. I said, "Come sit in my lap, I'll keep you warm." We were all pretty tipsy, and she jumped at the chance.
As soon as she hit my lap, she said, "Ooh." She turned to me and said, "Hello Willie." For the next ten minutes she was basically rubbing her ass on my semi-hard dick. There was no hiding the fact that we were likely to fuck before the night was through, and everyone had some sense of what it'd look like when she rode me cowgirl.