It Happened On Manhunt: An Encounter With My Bully
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Things were looking quite dismal for this feature since last October, until Titan Men exclusive Jesse Jackman swept in with a tale of great sex, friendship and dressing up as a yeti for someone’s wedding. We asked for submissions back then, but it took a few weeks for anyone to take the bait.
As for the person who did take the bait? It was a lovely Australian fellow who, by some strange coincidence, ran into his high school bully on the site. Though we don’t want to risk spoiling the “surprise” twist, let’s just say that his account of their meeting includes a whole lot of juicy details…
Taking that into account, we’ve included a few saucy pictures of Gabriel Cross and Paolo Perez, for those of you with shorter attention spans.
Photo credit: Randy Blue
Click through to see more pics and read this member’s story:
I knew I was gay since I was ten, but it wasn’t until I turned fourteen when I actually admitted it to myself. I only told one really good friend, who then left school shortly after. Around September, the same year, I decided I needed to tell someone else…
Well, by the end of the year, everyone knew. I hated my so-called friend for sharing my secret.
After this, I would constantly get picked on by this one guy, who called me a faggot, cum dumpster, pin-cushion and (his all-time favorite) ring stinger. In one specific class, he would say the same thing every time I spoke, telling me to shut my mouth because he could smell cock. Being fourteen, going on fifteen, it was a hard time.
This would happen every year. The same guy in at least one of my classes, ridiculing me for being gay.
When I finished school at seventeen (because Australia is different), I never saw him again. I was so relieved that I would never hear him say another mean thing about me.
Of course, two years later, I saw him on Manhunt. All those harsh things he said replayed in my head, so I decided to give him a piece of my mind. In my defense, I was trying to be the better person and be as nice as I could be, but my emotions got the best of me.
When I actually sent the message, I soon realized that I was on Manhunt, a gay site. I re-messaged him and told him, “It doesn’t feel good to have been called names and have rumors spread about you. Now you’re in the same boat, and I hope you realize how hard you made my life.”
Well, in a few days, I checked back and saw that I had an e-mail. He apologized, and I forgave him for what he had said and done.
Then, a few weeks later after chatting non-stop, we decided we should hang out and grab a few drinks together (eighteen being the legal drinking age in Australia). Our old school days popped up every so often in our discussion, so I took this opportunity to get a real face-to-face apology out of him.
I told him about all the mean and hurtful things he said, even though we covered it in e-mails. He apologized again, and then I truly forgave him.
We had about eight to nine drinks, and I was feeling a little more drunk than usual. But since I wasn’t really into hook-ups, we decided to go back to his place for a few more drinks. We talked on the whole way to his place, but it wasn’t until we got to the door that he kissed me.
I was actually surprised, because I didn’t think of him like that. He was someone I had hated for so many years, and our friendship was only just beginning to grow… But the kissing was so good that I didn’t want to stop, so I kept kissing him. His hands moved down to my shirt. He unbuttoned it one button at a time and slowly took it off. He didn’t even stop to look at my body when the shirt was completely off. He just moves his lips down to my neck, which gave me an opportunity to get his shirt off.
The kissing kept going. I could feel myself getting harder and harder, as I began to drip pre-cum. He lowered his body to kiss my chest, and then slowly moved lower and lower. When he undid my belt, I let out a sigh of relief, and he just kept going from there…
He felt around for my bulge and mouthed it over the top of my jeans. I could feel the vibrations of his tongue, as it brushed across the fabric. When I looked down, I saw that his mouth was just about to go near the knob, and I noticed that pre-cum had leaked through my underwear and through my jeans.
Just as he got to the knob, he saw the wet patch and began lapping his tongue at it. This got me real hot, so I bounced my dick around in my jeans to produce more. He kept licking at the wet spot and tasting every drop of me. Then, he undid the button of my jeans, pulled them down without undoing the zipper and slid them off along with my underwear.
My cock was now exposed to the person who was an arsehole to me, but I didn’t care.
His tongue slid over my shaft. I could feel more pre-cum leaking out, as my cock got harder and harder with each throb. His mouth reached the end of my knob, and he began sucking. My head fell back and hit the door. It hurt, but the intense amounts of pleasure had overridden all the pain.
After a few minutes, he stood up and invited me to his bedroom. I didn’t want to say it, but I had the urge to say it so badly… So I did.
“Shut your mouth. I smell cock.”
He laughed. I had said it as seriously as I could, but the smirk on my face gave me away.
I followed him past the kitchen and down the hallway to his bedroom. He grabbed me forcefully, pushed me onto the bed and stripped me completely naked. He was still fully clothed, and this wasn’t acceptable to me. I had to get him out of his clothes!
I took of his pants and saw he wasn’t wearing underwear. This made it easier for me, when I began sucking his cock immediately. He was laying on his back while I laid over his legs sucking him. Then he started thrusting into my mouth. His balls were low hangers, so they slapped my face as he made me take it. Deeper and deeper, his cock slid down my throat.
When I took it out of his pants, I didn’t think of it being big or small. I just didn’t think about it at all! But when he started to fuck my face, I realized that is was a pretty big cock. I was gagging on it. Even though I tried to pull away, he grabbed my head and forced me down. I gagged, over and over, as he fucked my face and blew a load into my mouth. His thrusts were so fast, I didn’t even know he was cumming until I felt something hit the back of my mouth.
I always had a policy to never swallow anyone’s cum when I’m giving head. That day, it changed (and so did a lot of things). When he pulled out of my mouth, I could finally breathe and swallow his load.
After relaxing a bit, his cock wouldn’t go down, so he asked me if I liked doing it or getting it. I told him I preferred doing it, thinking he was talking about head, but he meant otherwise. The answer still remained the same.
He told me he was a top, and so was I. Though the thought of fucking was always hotter to me, I told him I would get fucked if it was with the right guy. Then he gave me this smile that sent a shiver down my spine. I knew what he had in mind, and I gave in…
He told me to lay on my back. When I lifted up my legs, he began to rim my arse. It wasn’t for very long, but it wasn’t something I normally let anyone do.
He grabbed the lube and squirted it on my hole and his dick. He rubbed his dick up and down my hole, kissing me the whole time.
Then, when the time came, he shoved it in.
I squirmed a little and wanted him to stop, but he told me to just wait. He promised it’d get better. I held my breath and told him to just shove it in again, and that’s exactly what he did. The pain was intense at first. But after a short while, my head leaned back, and I began enjoying it.
We swapped positions a few times. Whilein the doggy-style position, he reached around and began to jerk me off. It felt good, and it wasn’t too long after that I came. He kept going though. The fucking got harder and harder, until he was just about to cum. He pulled it out and shot up my back.
We showered together and I left.
It was about a month later when I got a random e-mail from him, asking for my number. We called and texted, until we ran into one another two weeks later. It was about 8pm, and we crossed paths walking the street. It wasn’t intentional or anything. It just happened.
We stood in the street for three hours talking about everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks. I was finally ready to tell him.
“You were my first. My actual first”
He didn’t understand what I had meant at first, so I had to rephrase it. “I never had sex before. I did things orally, but I never had sex.” He felt bad for being so rough, but I told him I liked it more than I could have ever known.
…So it turns out that someone I hated since school has now become my boyfriend of three years. It just goes to show you that most homophobes are really just in the closet. LOVE YOU BABY!
Thank you to Manhunt and everyone who helped make it happen.