Revenge
 

 by: Hankster

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Revenge!!!  Sweet revenge!!!  Yes, indeed, revenge is sweet.  It’s probably sweeter than ‘Equal’ or ‘Sweet’N Low.’  This, dear reader, is a story of revenge, but I will leave it to you to determine if the results were bitter or sweet, so allow me to begin at the beginning.

Cory Williams and Terry Moran were best friends since long before kindergarten.  They lived and grew up on the same street, separated by only one house.  By the time they were twelve, each suspected that he was gay, but kept it from the other in the unwarranted fear of losing the other’s friendship.  It wasn’t until they roomed together at college, that they could no longer control their urges, or suppress how they felt about each other.  Finally, one night, in their eighteenth year of life, they gave into temptation, and allowed themselves to express how much in love with each other they really were.  The night they made love for the first time, was the night they reached heavenly heights, and found happiness at last.  But heaven was a long time in coming, so let me tell you what happened to them over and over again, in high school.

Neither of them was particularly nerdy or effeminate, but they were both small in stature.  Totally unlike them was Maurice Hanover, who lived in the house between them.  Maury was the same age as Cory and Terry.  He went to school with them, and he was in all their classes, but Maury was a giant compared to them.  He was on almost every sports team the high school had to offer, and he excelled in all of them.

Maury’s favorite pass-time was bullying his two neighbors.  He delighted in calling them “faggots” especially when he had a big crowd around him to witness the torture.  His abuse was all verbal in the beginning, but when the two boys remained passive, he got a little physical.  At first, he would grab their books and throw them on the ground.  When they bent down to pick them up, he would kick them in their butts.

Maury’s athlete buddies remained neutral for the most part, but occasionally they joined in on the fun.  Like all acts of bullying, Maury got bored after a while.  He needed more.  One day, he and a friend way-laid the boys as they got off the school bus.  They dragged them behind a dumpster, beat up on them, laughing all the time, and calling them wimpy, sissy faggots.

Both sets of parents wanted to know what had happened.  Fearing even worse abuse, the boys said they fell while playing.  The excuse was lame, and nobody believed them.  Even if they had squealed on Maury, their parents would not have believed that the gentle giant, who lived next door, could do such a horrendous thing.

By the time they were juniors, Maury was advised that if he had any hope of getting an athletic scholarship to a good university, he’d better elevate his grades by a hefty amount.  Maury was not dumb.  He could not afford to go to college without that scholarship.  After school and athletics, he began to rush home to study.  After receiving more than a dozen bloody noses at the hands of Maury Hanover, the abuse stopped as suddenly as it began.

One evening Maury was having trouble with a math problem.  Since he saw nothing wrong in what he did to Cory (it was a lot of fun) he had the audacity to call Cory, hoping to get some help.  Cory was a whiz at math, and he was captain of the math team.  At first, Cory was frightened when he heard Maury’s voice, but he clenched his fist, said, “Fuck you,” and hung up.  Maury was surprised at Cory’s rudeness, and figured he better not call him again.

Aside from the fact that Maury no longer abused them, other wonderful things happened to all three boys in their junior year in high school.  Maury stopped growing at six feet, four inches, and Cory suddenly sprouted to six feet, one inch.  Terry was right behind him and grew to an even six feet.

Of course, Maury never had acne, but Cory and Terry did.  As they grew in stature their pimply faces cleared.  Neither became stunningly handsome, but they were passably nice-looking, and at least as tall as most of Maury’s friends.

Maury pretty much left them alone for the remainder of their high school careers.  Once in a while he would sneak up behind one of them and yell “boo” in an attempt to unnerve them.  But all he got in response was, “Fuck off,” and after a time he let them alone. 

The worst thing that could happen to Cory and Terry happened in their senior year.  They found out that Maury got a football scholarship to the same university which had accepted them on their academic merit.

Remembering Cory’s snub, Maury called Terry when he found out the three neighbors were going to the same college.  “Isn’t this great,” he said, “We’ll all be together for another four years.  How’d you like to room with me, Terry?”

Terry was flabbergasted.  “Sorry,” he said, “Cory and I have already arranged to room together.”  Maury was disappointed, and still in the dark as to why his two neighbors were avoiding him, and being so standoffish.  He didn’t realize how deeply his “playful” pranks had impacted so negatively on Cory and Terry.

From the first day at college, Maury tried to be friendly, but Cory and Terry would have none of him.  He would sit down at their table in the cafeteria and they would totally ignore him.  If he addressed them directly, they acted like they could not see nor hear him.  After a few days, he gave up trying.  He genuinely liked Cory and Terry, and was disappointed at being snubbed by them.

**********

Cory and Terry may have kept their homosexuality in a deep, dark closet, but on their second night, alone in the dorm, Cory got undressed and lay naked on his bed. 

“Terry,” he said, “I need to jerk off.  I can’t go more than two days.”

“Me either,” Terry confessed.  Immediately he got naked and lay prone on his bed. 

Cory was bigger than Terry.  He had nearly five inches of cut cock, which grew to seven and a half inches.  Terry had four inches of cut cock which grew to about six inches, but it was fatter than Terry’s.

Cory was going crazy looking at Terry’s throbbing erection.  He wanted so much to caress it, and to suck it, even to shove it up his ass, but he was still too reticent to say anything.  He decided to take a baby step.  He got out of bed and lay down beside Terry, who moved over to make room for him.

“Let’s do each other,” Cory said.

“Yes, yes.”  Terry reached down and took Cory’s rod in his hand.  “It feels so nice,” he murmured, “like a piece of steel wrapped in velvet.”

Encouraged, Cory reached down and put his hand around Terry’s cock.  “I see what you mean he said.  I’ve never held anyone else’s cock before.”

They started stroking each other.  Their climaxes were upon them much too soon.  “I’m cumming,” Cory yelled.  Irrational in his lust, Terry stopped stroking, leaned over and finished Cory with the first blow job he had ever given in his life, and it was Cory’s first blow job as a recipient.

He swallowed everything Cory had to offer, and marveled at how good it tasted, both cock and cum.  Now he grew frightened.  Would Cory hate him?  He resumed lying side by side with his bedmate.  Slowly, he turned to look at Cory.  His friend was grinning from ear to ear.  Cory leaned over and started to kiss Terry.  Terry could feel the passion in Cory’s kiss.  He pulled away and started to cry.

I’m gay,” he confessed.  “I have loved you for as long as I can remember.  If you want to get another room mate, I’ll understand.”

“I’m gay also,” Cory confessed.  I have wanted this to happen since day one.  What fools we’ve been.”  He resumed kissing Terry.

“Do you think we could make up for lost time?” Terry asked. 

They had to wait for the weekend before they could have a marathon love making session, but it was worth it.  They sucked, fucked, rimmed, and did anything else they could dream up.  They never left their room except to go to the bathroom; they existed on junk food.

One afternoon they were in the cafeteria, when Maury approached them.  “Hi,” he said.  They didn’t answer and ignored him entirely.  At last, Maury had reached his limit.

He jumped up, and as loud as he could, he yelled, “Fucking faggots.” And he stormed away.  That did it for Cory and Terry as well.

“I’ve had it with that fuckin’ bully,” Cory said.  “We’ve got to put a stop to it.”

“Yeah, I agree.  I’d like him to suck our dicks and I’d love to fuck the bastard in his ass.  That would show him what great sex is, and what he’s missing.”

“Forget about it; that’ll never happen,” Cory lamented.

“I think we can make it happen.  It’ll just take a little planning.

**********

A few days later, Cory and Terry spotted Maury sitting alone in the cafeteria.  Much to Maury’s surprise they approached him. 

“What do you two fags want now?” he asked.

“A favor.”

“Fat chance.”

“Hear us out,” Cory said.  “We have hot dates tonight with two gorgeous girls. One of them has a cousin visiting from Minnesota, and they asked us to bring a friend along for the cousin.”

“Minnesota, huh?  I bet she’s a beautiful blond.”

“I bet,” Terry said.  “Her cousin is my date, and she’s a beautiful blond.  It figures her cousin will be also.  Are you in?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Ok.  Meet us in our room at 5 PM this evening?”

“Where are we going?  What should I wear?”

“As little as possible,” Cory said winking at Maury.”

Promptly at 5 PM there was a knock on the door.  Cory opened the door and let Maury in.  He closed and locked the door immediately.  As he did so Terry came up behind Maury and smashed something on his face.  Maury tried to struggle, but he didn’t have a chance.  In a scant few seconds he was out cold.  Cory and Terry stripped Maury and with a lot of muscle they lifted him up on a bed.  They bound his ankles and wrists to the bed, and sat down on the other bed, waiting for him to awaken.

Terry had stolen ether from the chemistry lab supply room, and Cory had bought the heaviest rope available at a nearby Home Depot.

**********

Maury began to stir, and his eye lids began to flicker.  He was having trouble breathing.  Something heavy was weighing down on his chest. 

“Wake up, big boy,” he heard a voice say.  He knew the voice was close so why did it sound a thousand miles away.    The weight suddenly moved a few inches farther up his chest.  Breathing was slightly easier.

He tried to focus his eyes on the weight on his chest, but all he could see was a blur.  “I want you to eat my cock, faggot” the distant voice said, but now it sounded a little closer.

“Wha?’’

“I said, I want you to eat my cock if you know what’s good for you, you fucking faggot.  I hear rumors that it’s what you like to do best in all the world.”

“I won’t do that,” Maury mumbled.

“Sure you will, honey, especially with a knife at your throat.  Can you feel it?”  Cory was naked and straddling Maury’s massive chest.  Terry took a sharp knife and held it to Maury’s neck.

“Can you feel the knife?” Terry asked.  Maury couldn’t, at least not yet.

“No,” he managed to say, and he fell asleep again.

“Shit,” Cory said, “we gave him too much ether.”

“He’ll come around soon.  Let’s go have us some dinner.”  They put a tape over Maury’s mouth, dressed, and went to the cafeteria.  They leisurely ate their dinners, and were gone for more than an hour.  They returned to find Maury struggling uselessly against his bindings.

“Terry said, “Do you see this knife, faggot?”  Maury nodded.  “I’m going to take the tape off your mouth.  If you make one tiny sound, this knife is going into your jugular.  Do you understand?”  Maury nodded again.

Before removing the tape, they got naked again, and Cory resumed his position straddling Maury’s chest.  Terry held the knife to his neck and removed the tape.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Maury sobbed.

“Because you’re a fucking faggot and that’s what we do to faggots,” Terry said.  He leaned over and placed his lips on Maury’s.  Maury tried to turn away.

“Don’t turn away from me, cock sucker.  Kiss me like a good queer boy does, with open lips and lots of tongue,” Terry ordered, as he pushed the knife against Maury’s neck hard enough for him to feel it.  He resumed kissing Maury, forcing his tongue into Maury’s mouth.  Maury offered less resistance, and was soon using his tongue as if he meant it.  Terry was surprised.  He expected more resistance and more knife action.  In fact, he was really getting into it with Maury, and he pulled away.

“That’s enough foreplay,” Cory said.  He slithered farther up Maury’s chest.  His hard cock was inches from Maury’s mouth.  “I’m going to fuck your face,” he said, “and Terry is going to fuck your ass, so do exactly as we say, or the knife will do its job.  Do you understand?”

“I won’t do that,” Maury slobbered.

“I didn’t ask you if you would do it or not.  I ordered you to do it.  Are you going to disobey my orders?”  Maury shook his head.

“Raise your butt,” Terry ordered.  Maury raised up his ass, and Terry placed a pillow under him. 

“Open your mouth,” Cory said.  “I’m coming in.  If you resist me, or try to hurt me in any way, you’re a dead man.  Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Maury felt Cory’s cock probing at his lips and he clamped them shut. 

“I ordered you to open up and take my cock in your mouth,” Cory growled.  Terry pushed the knife into Maury’s neck without breaking skin.  His mouth shot open.  He didn’t believe his two old neighbors would harm him, but he was afraid to take a chance.  They were obviously harboring great resentment against him.

“Now suck me like you were sucking a lollipop.  I want to feel your lips and tongue and not your teeth.”

As soon as Cory got Maury doing his bidding, Maury felt something cold along his ass crack.  He couldn’t see, but he was certain that Terry was lubricating his ass.  He was feeling gushier and gushier and it was very uncomfortable.  Terry had entered him with his fingers and was reaming his ass hole.  Maury wasn’t resisting.  It was feeling pretty good.  Suddenly his ass hole was empty, but not for long.  Terry placed a condom on his rod and pushed right in as far as he could go.  He didn’t care if he hurt Maury or not.

Terry began to pump, and much to his surprise, Maury was pushing back against him, obviously enjoying himself.  This was not the way it was supposed to go.

“I’m cumming,” Cory yelled suddenly and he began to shoot into Maury’s mouth.  He expected Maury to spit it out, but damn if he didn’t swallow all of it.  Cory’s shrinking cock fell out of Maury’s mouth, and Maury began to make mewling sounds.  He made the sounds a man makes when he is enjoying sex, and not far from cumming.

All of a sudden Maury came.  His massive eight-inch cock spewed forth more spunk than Cory and Terry had ever seen.  As he came he constricted his ass, and Terry came with such force that the condom broke, and Maury could feel Terry’s cum spurting into his bowels.  The three students lay in a heap until Cory was calm enough to climb down from Maury’s torso, and Terry’s cock fell out of Maury’s ass.

“Now cocksucker,” Terry said.  “We are going to release you.  If you try to report us, we’ll claim it was consensual sex.  Some people will believe us and some won’t, but some of the people who believe us could be your coach and your team mates.  In case you think we’re kidding, we meet one of your team mates regularly at a gay bar we go to, and for sure he’ll believe us.”

“Who is it?” Maury asked.  “Which of my team mates is gay?”

“We’re not going to out him.”

“Then tell me what gay bar you go to, so I can run into him by accident.”

“What are you trying to say Maury?”

“You two are a couple of dufuses.  Why do you think I’ve been trying to be so friendly with you?  I’m gay also.  It must be the water on our street,” he laughed.

“Then why did you do all that bullying in high school?  You hurt us pretty bad sometimes,” Terry said as he started to unbind his victim, who was no victim at all.

“I was afraid of being found out.  I’m still scared.  I’ve never acted on my sexuality with a guy before.  You guys just saved my life.  I was getting so frustrated, and I didn’t know how to approach another gay guy.  I can’t thank you enough.  The sex was great.  I loved it.  Do you think we could do it again?”

Cory and Terry looked at each other.  “I s’pose,” Cory said, “but I have a better idea.”  He took his cell phone off the dresser, and speed dialed a number.

“Hey Fred,” he said, “wanna have some fun?  Get your ass to our room ASAP.”  He hung up and looked at Maury.  “You’re about to meet the other gay member of the football team.  At least he’s the only other one we know about.  For sure, you could have fooled us.”

A short while later there was a knock on the door.  Terry opened the door, and Fred came in. He and Maury took one look at each other, and Maury said, “Shit.  Not you.  Never in a hundred years.”

“I don’t know what to say?  You’re the biggest shock I ever got,” Fred said.

“Why don’t you two give each other a hug, and see if you can get something going.  Take Maury to the bar Friday night, Fred.  We’ll have a ball.”

Before they left, Cory and Terry kissed them both and Terry said, “I hate you Maury.”

Maury looked hurt.  “Why?” he asked, “I thought that was behind us.”

“It is behind us, but Cory and I thought we were going to make you do what you would consider despicable.  Instead you had a ball, and I was screwed out of my sweet revenge.”

Fred and Maury did get something going.  By the end of the first semester, they were as committed to each other as Cory and Terry were.  To preserve their secret, Fred and Maury hung out with the football team as much as was wise, but when they could get away, they socialized with Terry and Cory.

Cory and Terry only sort of got sweet revenge, but in truth, they got something better; two lifelong friends. 

**********

After graduation, they all got jobs in their home town.  They no longer had to hide in a closet.  They were out to their parents and at work also.   They were an inseparable foursome.  Often on weekends, one couple would visit the other, and would sleep over.  On those occasions they usually had sex with the other’s partner just for variety.  It may not work for everyone, but it worked for them.

One Friday evening as the four were having dinner together, Cory said, “Fellas, I’m having a problem at work.  One of my co-workers, Vic, is even bigger than you are, Maury, and he’s always making homophobic remarks to me.  I thought of the revenge I never got with you, and I was wondering if we couldn’t pull some prank on Vic.  I just want to show him that we won’t take it anymore.”

“Sure,” Maury said, “but let’s think of something really good.  No lethal weapons this time.”

“OK,” Terry said, “let’s put on our thinking caps.” 

“Tell us something about him, Cory,” Fred said.

“Well, his name is Vic Forrester.  He’s about forty years old, and nearly six foot seven.  He’s not someone I want to face off with in a back alley.  He’s married and has twin teen-aged sons.  Neither one of them is over six – two.  I think their names are Kyle and Kenneth.  I found out that after work, every Tuesday and Thursday, he goes to Gold’s gym to work out.”

“Does he know Terry?”

“I think so.  I introduced them once.  My car was in the shop and Terry picked me up at work.”

Fred started to laugh.  “Maury and I go to that gym also.  We’ll make it a point to go there on Tuesday and Thursday and study his habits.  Maybe we can come up with something.  I don’t think a guy six foot, seven, is going to be hard to spot.”

Indeed. On the next Tuesday night, they spotted Vic the minute they walked into the gym.  He was on a treadmill and looked even taller than he was.  Maury took the treadmill on his right and Fred took the one on his left.  None of them spoke, but when Vic got off the treadmill and went to a stationary bike, they followed, and found bikes nearby him.  Vic went from one apparatus to another and Maury and Fred followed him.  At one point, Fred even said to Vic, “Fancy meeting you here,” and Vic smiled back.

When Vic went to the shower room they followed him.  Before he went into a shower, he stepped into a commode booth and shut the door.  It was obvious he was doing more than peeing.

Fred winked at Maury and said loud enough for Vic to hear, “I can’t wait ‘til we get home, honey.  I’m so horny.  I can’t wait to eat out that sweet little hole of yours.  Be sure to get good and clean in the shower.” 

They stepped into the shower, and only turned on one spout.  They intended to shower together.  Vic stepped out of the booth, glared at them, grabbed his towel, and headed for the locker room.  He didn’t bother to shower.

On Thursday evening it was obvious that he was trying to avoid them, but this evening after shitting, Vic showered in spite of them.  He took a shower as far away from them as possible.  This went on for three weeks.  It was obvious to Vic that he wasn’t going to lose the two huge gay boys, so he just ignored them.

On the fourth Tuesday, as soon as Vic entered the booth, Maury said as loud as he could.  “Boy did I score the other night.  I had the best fucking fuck session I ever had.”

“Better than with me?” Fred asked.

“Much better.  I had me a set of twinkie twins.  Man, were they hot to trot.  They wanted to do every disgusting thing I could think of.  You should have heard their language.  A sailor would have blushed.”

“Were they good looking?”

“You bet.  Two hunks, well over six feet tall.  I think their names were Ken and Kyle.  I gave them my number and told them to call me any time.”

“Do you think I could share them with you?”

“I don’t see why not.”

Suddenly Vic stormed out of the booth.  He stared daggers at Maury and Fred and ran to the locker room.  The men smiled at each other.

“I’d like to be a fly on the wall of his house tonight,” Fred said.

**********

The next morning at the office, when Cory said good morning to Vic, he didn’t come back at him with his usual homophobic remarks.  Instead, he looked sadly at Cory.

“Is anything wrong?” Cory ventured to ask.  “Is there something I can do?”

“No! But thanks for asking.”

Cory could not tell if Vic had confronted his boys, or if he was sad about discovering they were gay.  One thing he did know for sure.  There were no snide remarks this morning, and for that he was grateful.  He wasn’t sure if their little plan had totally devastated Vic or not.  The man looked so beaten.  Once again Cory had to wonder if revenge was as sweet as it was cracked up to be.  He was actually feeling sorry for the man.

At lunch time, Vic sat as far away from his co-workers in the company dining room, as he possibly could.  Cory noticed that he hardly ate anything and dumped all his food.  He decided that now was a good time to torture Vic a little more.  He went over to where he was sitting and sat down beside the beaten man.

“You can confide in me,” he told the giant.  “It’s obvious that you are hurting.  Is anyone sick at home?”

“No.  Everything is fine.  Just leave me alone.”

“I only want to help.”

Vic softened.  “I appreciate that,” he said kindly, “but you can’t help me.”

“Well, I’m here for you if you want to talk,” Cory said, and walked away.  Vic looked at him in what seemed to be amazement. 

During the afternoon, Vic came over to Cory’s desk.  He put his hand on Cory’s shoulder, and Cory jumped a country mile.

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” Vic said.  Cory looked at him questioningly.  “I would like to talk to you after all.  Could you spare a moment after work?”

“Sure.  How about we have a beer together at Vinnie’s Bar around the corner?  Vic smiled for the first time that day, and left.  That afternoon, they walked together to the bar.

It was early and the bar was practically empty.  They picked up their beers at the counter and Vic paid.  Then he steered Cory to a table in a far corner.  They sat down without speaking.  Each had a couple of sips of beer.  Cory was silent, waiting for Vic to start the conversation.  At last Vic looked at Cory sadly and began.

“Did you ever let your parents know that you were gay?”

“Of course.”

“When?”

“After I graduated, Terry and I wanted to live together.  Neither of us wanted our folks to think we were merely roommates.  We felt a great need to be honest with them.  Our parents happen to be close friends and neighbors so we were lucky enough to come out to all four of them at the same time.  They laughed at us, and said they knew we were lovers for a long time.  They actually chastised us for waiting so long.  My mom said that actually we didn’t have to say a word.  They knew.  Why are you asking, by the way?”

“I have reason to believe that my sons are gay.”

“What makes you think so?” Cory asked.

Vic took in a long breath and told Cory everything he had overheard at the gym the night before.

“Those guys might not have been talking about your sons.  You shouldn’t jump to conclusions.”

“That guy described them to a T, and he said their names were Kyle and Ken.  What are the odds?  What I really wanted to ask you is should I confront my boys, or wait for them to come out to me?”

“Good question.  If you say something to them, it will be just that, a confrontation.  They may be bitter and resentful, thinking that you are accusing them of sinful acts, and don’t love them anymore.  I think it would be best to wait until they come out to you.  Then you can do what my folks did.  Tell them you knew all along, and that you will never stop loving them.  You still love them don’t you?”

“Of course.  That goes without saying, and Cory, just so you know.  I didn’t mean all those nasty jibes I threw at you.  I was just playing with you.  Actually, I think you’re a pretty nice guy.”

Cory wanted to crawl under the table.  Once again revenge had turned from sweet to bitter.  When the two men parted they shook hands cordially, and then Vic did the unthinkable.  He gave Cory a manly hug.  As soon as he was alone, Cory called Maury.

“He hasn’t said anything to the twins yet.  He’s in shock.  Are you going to the gym tomorrow afternoon?  Go easy on him.  He’s hurting badly and he actually apologized to me.”

At the gym Thursday evening, Vic tried to avoid Fred and Maury, but they followed him to the bathroom.  As soon as he went into the booth, Fred said loudly, “One of the twins called last night.  I asked if he wanted to come over for a session.  He said no, and that he was just calling to say hello.  It seems that he and his twin brother are making it together, and they were all done out.  He asked for a rain check.”  They distinctly heard Vic sobbing on the other side of the door.

The next day at work, Vic pulled Cory aside.  He told him what he had overheard last night.  “I couldn’t hold back.  When I got home my wife was out, and I confronted the boys.  They started to laugh and wanted to know what drugs I was on.  They vehemently denied everything.  Cory, you were right.  I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.  That man was not talking about my boys, no matter how huge the coincidence.”

“I’m glad for you and the twins,” Cory said.  “I have accepted being who I am, but don’t you think I’d rather be straight?  “I love Terry.  It’s the hurtful words of bigots that make living a gay life so difficult.”

Vic knew those words were meant for him.  He threw his arms around Cory and said, “I know.  Even though I thought I was being funny, I’ll never do that again.  When I believed my boys were gay, I realized that if anyone treated them as badly as I treated you, I’d want to sock them to kingdom come.”

In the end, Vic and Cory became good friends.  Terry and Cory were even invited to both of the twins’ weddings.  Revenge may be sweet or bitter, but in this case it served to open a bigot’s eyes.