Bully Reunion - Part 3

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Eli laughed, a broken sound. Ten years, and nothing had changed.

Except maybe, just maybe, everything had

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Eli woke to the taste of Ryan coating his tongue (bitter, salty, unmistakably him).

He’d fallen asleep with the empty condom wrapper crumpled on the nightstand. After Ryan had disappeared back into his room, Eli had stared at the tied off latex for a long, stupid moment. Then he’d untied it. Just a sniff, he’d told himself. One breath of the man he hated most in the world.

The scent hit him like a punch. Thick, heady, alive. His mouth watered before his brain caught up. He tipped the condom to his lips, let the cooling load slide onto his tongue, and swallowed. Every drop. He licked the inside clean, chasing the last traces with the flat of his tongue until the latex was empty and his cock was leaking again. Then he tossed it into the trash in the bathroom to try to hide the evidence of his depravity.

Through the wall came the second round: the girl’s sleepy moans, Ryan’s low growl of “turn over,” the unmistakable slap of hips. Eli jerked himself raw imagining it was his body taking every thrust, his hole stretched around that cock he’d just tasted. He came a second time with Ryan’s name caught behind his teeth.

Morning came too soon.

Eli stood under the hotel shower trying to scrub the night off his skin when his bathroom door banged open.

“Morning, princess. Shaving cream…now.” He said with a snap of his fingers like it was an order. 

Ryan, naked, morning wood swinging heavy between his thighs, leaned in the doorway just watching Eli scramble to cover himself. His eyes flicked to the trash can by the sink. The used condom sat on top, knotted end conspicuously open and licked clean.

Ryan’s grin spread slow. “Jesus. You ate it. Fucking depraved, Eli.”

Eli, still cupping his own dick to hide it yelled, “Get out.”

“Relax, just need to borrow…” Ryan snagged the can off the counter, eyes never leaving Eli’s flushed face. “Guess breakfast of champions really is protein, huh?” He turned, giving Eli a deliberate view of his ass as he walked out, muscles flexing with every step.

Eli’s cock betrayed him instantly, thickening against his thigh. He cursed and finished showering with ice cold water that did nothing.

The day was a blur of forced smiles.

10:00 a.m. – Golf carts to the garden for photos. Ryan “accidentally” hip checked Eli into a rosebush.

11:30 a.m. – Brunch on the terrace. Ryan stole Eli’s chair so Eli had to sit on the arm of the couch, thigh pressed to Ryan’s all meal.

2:00 p.m. – Lawn games. Ryan’s team versus Eli’s in cornhole. Every time Ryan scored, he mouthed “swallow that” across the grass.

4:00 p.m. – Rehearsal.

They lined up as groomsmen, Ryan on Eli’s left. The officiant droned through blocking. Ryan leaned in, breath warm against Eli’s ear.

“Still taste me on your breath, faggot?”

Eli elbowed him hard enough to make Ryan grunt. Madison floated down the aisle in jeans and a veil, radiant. Eli barely saw her.

The rehearsal dinner was worse.

Long table, fairy lights, champagne flowing. Eli’s name card placed him directly across from Ryan. The second Eli sat, Ryan’s bare foot slid under the tablecloth, up Eli’s calf, over his knee, pressing firmly against his crotch. Toes curled, rubbing slow circles through his slacks. 

Eli went rigid, fork frozen halfway to his mouth. Ryan’s eyes glittered with evil delight.

One by one, people stood to speak. Eli tried to focus on the speeches and give them his full attention, but Ryan’s foot teasing him was all he could think about. His turn came way too fast. He rose, cock straining obviously against his zipper. The mother of the bride’s eyebrows shot up. Two cousins whispered and giggled. Ryan bit his knuckle to keep from laughing out loud.

Eli stammered through something short and heartfelt about Jeff & Madison’s kindness in high school, voice cracking. He sat to scattered applause, face burning.

Then Ryan stood.

Microphone in hand, easy grin, he owned the room in ten seconds flat. Stories about Jeff, football glory days, then:

“…and there was this one kid we gave hell to. Skinny little thing. Jeff actually felt bad, started eating lunch with him just to get us off his back. Guess some people just bring out the worst in you, right?”

Laughter rippled. Eli felt it like a slap. His eyes stung. He stared at his plate until the speech ended. When Ryan sat back down, his smirk quickly faded when he saw the moisture in Eli’s eyes. His expression quickly turned solemn. He knew he had taken it too far this time. 

When the night finally broke, Eli slipped away without saying goodbye.

Back in his room he stripped to boxers and crawled into bed, throat tight. A few minutes later, the adjoining door creaked open.

“Go away,” Eli muttered into his pillow.

Ryan stepped in wearing only black boxer briefs, the outline of his bulge was obscene. He closed the door softly.

“I crossed a line,” he said, voice low. “The speech. I’m sorry.”

Eli barked a humorless laugh. “Sure you are.”

“I am.” Ryan crossed the room, sat on the edge of the bed. “Back then…I picked on you because…I couldn’t deal with how I really felt…with wanting you. Every time I shoved you against a locker I was half a second from kissing you instead. Ten years later and I’m still…” He gestured helplessly at the growing bulge in his briefs. “Still fucked up over it.”

Eli stared. “You expect me to believe that?”

Ryan’s eyes were steady. “No. But it’s true.”

Silence stretched for far too long. Ryan’s hand moved to his thigh, rubbing slow. Eli’s gaze dropped to the motion, then to the wet spot blooming at the tip of Ryan’s cock.

Eli shifted closer, drawn like gravity. Another inch. Another. Until his lips brushed cotton. He inhaled, mouthed the ridge of Ryan’s shaft through the fabric, tasting precum already soaking through.

Ryan groaned, fingers threading Eli’s hair. “Fuck, yes…”

Eli sucked harder, fabric turning translucent, then yanked the waistband down with his teeth. Ryan’s cock sprang free, thick and flushed. Eli didn’t tease; he swallowed him to the root in one brutal slide.

Ryan’s hips bucked. “Christ..Eli…”

Eli pulled off just long enough to growl, “Shut up,” then took him again, cheeks hollow, tongue working in steady strokes. He set a punishing rhythm, spit slicking Ryan’s balls, dripping down his chin. Ryan’s head fell back, thighs trembling.

When Ryan started thrusting, fucking Eli’s mouth in shallow jabs, Eli pulled off with a wet pop.

“Hey!” Ryan groaned. 

“My turn.” Eli smirked. 

He shoved Ryan flat on the bed, climbed over him, stripped his boxers off fast. Ryan watched, pupils blown, cock slapping his stomach.

“You hurt me tonight,” Eli said, voice raw. “Now I hurt you.”

He spat on his fingers, reached behind Ryan, found his hole. One finger pushed in dry. Ryan hissed, back arching.

“Consider this your apology” Eli laughed. 

“Fuck” Ryan gritted out.

Eli added a second, fingering rough, stretching him open with no mercy. Ryan’s cock leaked steadily onto his abs. When Eli deemed him ready, he lined up and slammed home in one thrust.

Ryan shouted, nails raking Eli’s back. Eli didn’t wait, he fucked like punishment, hips snapping hard enough to jolt the bed against the wall. Every thrust drove Ryan up the mattress, breath punched out of him in broken moans.

“Still think I’m a little bitch?” Eli snarled against his ear.

“No…fuck…never…”

Eli shifted his angle and nailed Ryan’s prostate on the next stroke. Ryan’s eyes rolled back, his cock spurting cum untouched between them, painting his chest in white stripes. The clench of his body dragged Eli over the edge.

He buried himself deep and came with a guttural sound, flooding Ryan in hot pulses.

For a moment they just breathed, sweat slick and shaking.

Eli pulled out slowly, watched his cum trickle from Ryan’s swollen hole. He leaned down, lips brushing Ryan’s ear.

“Guess the kid you picked on for years just bred you. Who’s the bitch now?”

Ryan laughed, breathless and wrecked. “I’m not gonna say it.”

Eli reached down and grabbed Ryan’s balls, giving them the slightest squeeze and added more and more pressure until Ryan was squirming “Fine. Me. I’m the bitch. Happy?” He screamed as Eli finally released his grip. 

Eli collapsed beside him, giggling like crazy at his power stance he’d just taken with the man who’s had him in a chokehold for a decade. He rolled over and began drifting off to sleep. 

Ryan just laid there in awe of what just happened. The weird thing was, he kinda liked the role reversal. Eventually he made his way back to his own bed in his own room. A slight limp in his step from the brutal fucking he just got. And even though he was gone now, the door between their rooms stayed open all night.