There was a guy who constantly made snide remarks about me in college. It was never direct, but always danced around me being gay. "It's so funny when you flap your hands when you talk" or "Your voice sounds...interesting when you're participating in class."This guy was a pure jock from the Midwest, my guess never encountered a gay man in his life. So despite it being uncomfortable, I always shrugged his comments off. They hurt me, but I could tell I was like an alien to him. -- Fast forward 11 years later, and I'm on Grindr when I see this guy on the app. To be honest, it never crossed my mind that he could be gay but now it all made sense. His remarks were about him processing something subconscious within himself. We matched. I did it for shits and giggles, but also, out of spite and curiosity. It was clear to me he had no idea who I was, that he didn't recognize me after my post-college changes in appearance. I was no longer the scrawny guy in college, but packed on more weight and got some tattoos. We decided to meet up a day after we matched. He was very flirty on text, and it was going to be interesting what he would be like in-person. Will he recognize me? He didn't recognize me at all. In the bar where we decided to meet, he constantly leaned in and touched my knee. I played along. He was quite attractive, as he clearly maintained his physique as a college after college too. So it wasn't hard to be attracted to him. But I had other reasons for seducing him and laying it on thick. As we both drank more, it was clear how the night would end. "Want to go back to your apartment?" I asked. -- His apartment was dimly lit, the kind of place that felt both intimate and secretive. I followed him through the door, my heart pounding in my chest. He turned to me, a smirk playing on his lips, and I couldn't help but notice how different he looked from the cocky college jock who used to make my life hell. While he was sharp angles, he also looked more feminine and artsy in his choices. "You ready for this?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.I nodded, swallowing hard. "Absolutely."He led me to the bedroom As soon as we entered, he pushed me onto the bed, his hands rough and commanding. I gasped, feeling a thrill of excitement at his assertiveness. He climbed onto the bed, straddling me, and leaned down to kiss me. His lips were firm against mine, demanding more than just a simple peck. I responded eagerly, parting my lips to let his tongue invade my mouth.Our tongues danced together, hot and desperate, as his hands roamed over my body. He ripped open my shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and groaned when he saw the muscles underneath. "Fuck," he muttered, "you’re built."I smirked, enjoying the effect I was having on him. "Like what you see?"He didn't answer, just pulled back slightly to yank off my jeans, tossing them aside. My cock was already hard, straining against the fabric of my boxers. He took one look at it and growled, grabbing it through the material. "Damn, you’re big."I bit my lip, trying to keep control of myself. "Why don't you find out just how big?"He didn't need any more encouragement. He tore off my boxers, freeing my throbbing erection, and immediately wrapped his hand around it. The sensation was electric, making me arch my back instinctively. He pumped my dick slowly at first, savoring the moment, then sped up, watching my face for reactions."God, you like that, don't you?" he taunted, his strokes growing faster.I could only nod, too lost in the pleasure to form words. My breathing grew erratic as he continued to work me over, his grip tight and unyielding. I knew I wouldn't last long at this rate, but I didn't care. "Come on," he urged, "let go. I want to see you come."Those words were enough to push me over the edge. I clenched my fists in the sheets, moaning loudly as I came, shooting ropes of cum all over my stomach. He watched, fascinated, before lowering his head to lick it up, tasting me with eager licks."Good?" I panted, still catching my breath."Very," he answered, grinning wickedly, making a move to leave the bed. "We're not done yet," I commanded. With that, I moved down his body, kissing and nipping at his skin until I reached his ass. I spread his cheeks apart with one hand, staring at his hole with undisguised hunger. "You’re going to take this like a champ, right?"He didn't have time to respond before I buried my face in his ass, rimming him with expert precision. My tongue was insistent, probing deep inside him, coating him in saliva. It felt incredible, but I wanted more. I needed more."Please," he begged, "fuck me."U pulled away, positioning myself over him. "Don't worry, I plan to."I lined my cock up with his ass, pressing just the tip inside. I tensed, feeling the stretch. I pushed further, and he moaned, the sensation overwhelming. I kept going, inch by torturous inch, until I was fully sheathed inside of him."Fuck, you're tight," I groaned, as his face contorted with pleasure.I could barely speak, my whole body focused on the feeling of he in this warm hole, in my college bully. I started to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust was harder, deeper, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I cried out, my hands gripping the sheets tightly."Yeah, take it," I growled, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. "Take everything I give you."The rhythm of my thrusts became relentless, each one driving him closer to the edge. I could feel his orgasm building and reaching his limited. I sped up more, his grunts and mine filling the room. "Come on," he urged, "come on me."That was all it took. I came, shuddering violently, burying himself deep inside him. He followed soon after.We lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, wrapped up in each other. Then he pulled out, rolling onto his back beside me. "That was... amazing," he breathed.I turned to him, a small smile on my lips. "It was," I agreed, "but there's something you should know."His brow furrowed in confusion. "What?""Remember that guy from college you used to bully?" I asked, my voice calm but laced with underlying tension.His eyes widened, realization dawning on his face. "Oh my God... it's you, isn't it?" he whispered, horror and disbelief warring in his expression.I nodded, my smile widening and not reaching my eyes. "Surprise."

A man from college, who used to make snide remarks about the protagonist's sexuality, appears on Grindr years later. They match and meet up, with the former bully not recognizing the protagonist. The two engage in sexual activity, culminating in a revelation where the protagonist reveals his identity to the shocked former bully.

There was a guy who constantly made snide remarks about me in college. It was never direct, but always danced around me being gay. 

"It's so funny when you flap your hands when you talk" or "Your voice sounds...interesting when you're participating in class."

This guy was a pure jock from the Midwest, my guess never encountered a gay man in his life. So despite it being uncomfortable, I always shrugged his comments off. They hurt me, but I could tell I was like an alien to him. 

-- 

Fast forward 11 years later, and I'm on Grindr when I see this guy on the app. To be honest, it never crossed my mind that he could be gay but now it all made sense. His remarks were about him processing something subconscious within himself. 

We matched. I did it for shits and giggles, but also, out of spite and curiosity. 

It was clear to me he had no idea who I was, that he didn't recognize me after my post-college changes in appearance. I was no longer the scrawny guy in college, but packed on more weight and got some tattoos. 

We decided to meet up a day after we matched. He was very flirty on text, and it was going to be interesting what he would be like in-person. Will he recognize me? 

He didn't recognize me at all. 

In the bar where we decided to meet, he constantly leaned in and touched my knee. I played along. He was quite attractive, as he clearly maintained his physique as a college after college too.  So it wasn't hard to be attracted to him. But I had other reasons for seducing him and laying it on thick. 

As we both drank more, it was clear how the night would end. "Want to go back to your apartment?" I asked. 

-- 

His apartment was dimly lit, the kind of place that felt both intimate and secretive. I followed him through the door, my heart pounding in my chest. He turned to me, a smirk playing on his lips, and I couldn't help but notice how different he looked from the cocky college jock who used to make my life hell. While he was sharp angles, he also looked more feminine and artsy in his choices. 

"You ready for this?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

I nodded, swallowing hard. "Absolutely."

He led me to the bedroom As soon as we entered, he pushed me onto the bed, his hands rough and commanding. I gasped, feeling a thrill of excitement at his assertiveness. He climbed onto the bed, straddling me, and leaned down to kiss me. His lips were firm against mine, demanding more than just a simple peck. I responded eagerly, parting my lips to let his tongue invade my mouth.

Our tongues danced together, hot and desperate, as his hands roamed over my body. He ripped open my shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and groaned when he saw the muscles underneath. "Fuck," he muttered, "you’re built."

I smirked, enjoying the effect I was having on him. "Like what you see?"

He didn't answer, just pulled back slightly to yank off my jeans, tossing them aside. My cock was already hard, straining against the fabric of my boxers. He took one look at it and growled, grabbing it through the material. "Damn, you’re big."

I bit my lip, trying to keep control of myself. "Why don't you find out just how big?"

He didn't need any more encouragement. He tore off my boxers, freeing my throbbing erection, and immediately wrapped his hand around it. The sensation was electric, making me arch my back instinctively. He pumped my dick slowly at first, savoring the moment, then sped up, watching my face for reactions.

"God, you like that, don't you?" he taunted, his strokes growing faster.

I could only nod, too lost in the pleasure to form words. My breathing grew erratic as he continued to work me over, his grip tight and unyielding. I knew I wouldn't last long at this rate, but I didn't care. 

"Come on," he urged, "let go. I want to see you come."

Those words were enough to push me over the edge. I clenched my fists in the sheets, moaning loudly as I came, shooting ropes of cum all over my stomach. He watched, fascinated, before lowering his head to lick it up, tasting me with eager licks.

"Good?" I panted, still catching my breath.

"Very," he answered, grinning wickedly, making a move to leave the bed. 

"We're not done yet," I commanded. 

With that, I moved down his body, kissing and nipping at his skin until I reached his ass. I spread his cheeks apart with one hand, staring at his hole with undisguised hunger. "You’re going to take this like a champ, right?"

He didn't have time to respond before I buried my face in his ass, rimming him with expert precision. My tongue was insistent, probing deep inside him, coating him in saliva. It felt incredible, but I wanted more. I needed more.

"Please," he begged, "fuck me."

U pulled away, positioning myself over him. "Don't worry, I plan to."

I lined my cock up with his ass, pressing just the tip inside. I tensed, feeling the stretch. I pushed further, and he moaned, the sensation overwhelming. I kept going, inch by torturous inch, until I was fully sheathed inside of him.

"Fuck, you're tight," I groaned, as his face contorted with pleasure.

I could barely speak, my whole body focused on the feeling of he in this warm hole, in my college bully. I started to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust was harder, deeper, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I cried out, my hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Yeah, take it," I growled, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. "Take everything I give you."

The rhythm of my thrusts became relentless, each one driving him closer to the edge. I could feel his orgasm building and reaching his limited. I sped up more, his grunts and mine filling the room. 

"Come on," he urged, "come on me."

That was all it took. I came, shuddering violently, burying himself deep inside him. He followed soon after.

We lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, wrapped up in each other. Then he pulled out, rolling onto his back beside me. "That was... amazing," he breathed.

I turned to him, a small smile on my lips. "It was," I agreed, "but there's something you should know."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"Remember that guy from college you used to bully?" I asked, my voice calm but laced with underlying tension.

His eyes widened, realization dawning on his face. "Oh my God... it's you, isn't it?" he whispered, horror and disbelief warring in his expression.

I nodded, my smile widening and not reaching my eyes. "Surprise."

I am a gay man. I matched with the guy who made fun of my mannerisms in college on Grindr (gay dating app) - this guy was a total jock and presented as super straight. 

Since college, my appearance has changed. I dyed my hair and got more buff. We met up and it was clear he didn't know who I was. 

He wanted to fuck after our date, so we went to his apartment. Funny thing... he's a bottom. I fucked him super hard (kind of like revenge fuck). Then after I came in him, I said a surprising statement about college making sure he knew he was fucking the dude he teased 

College Bully Gets It Hard

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