My Bully Came on My Face

Everyone is 18+

I’m coming up on a milestone birthday, which has made me think about my teens and twenties and all the sexual experiences that have made me the person I am today. I thought I’d share some of these stories as this chapter of my life closes.

My names Brantley. I’m 5’7” and 150 pounds. I have lighter brown eyes and dark brown, soft curls, that fall over one side of my face. I’ve always been thin because I love to run and dance. I’m toned everywhere but wouldn’t call myself muscular. I guess the only other thing I would say about myself is that I have fair skin that is contrasted by deep red lips.

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The summer after a graduated high school, I started working at a mall in the town over from mine. I wanted a job to put some cash in the bank for college, and I got one at a well known mall anchor store. That’s where you could find me most evenings and weekends; in the men’s department, folding shirts and jeans. That’s where my life collided with Hayden.

Hayden was was a couple inches taller than me. He had auburn red hair that was short and messy, but somehow always looked good. There were a few light freckles on his nose and the tops of his cheeks. He had green brown eyes that were deep set in his face. Hayden had just graduated too but didn’t go to my school, so I don’t know if he played sports, but he was fit and just looked athletic.

We had a “business casual” dress code and Hayden choose to wear khakis and a polo most days. His polos were tighter fitting, showing off his sculpted torso and were usually a dark blue or emerald green to contrast his hair.

I remember he always wore a leather bracelet that wrapped several time around his left wrist, and he would play with it absent mindedly while he was thinking.

He was hot. He was sexy. He was a ASSHOLE.

On the first day, we started new hire orientation in the same group. Ice breakers were suggested; Hayden said he liked fishing and Minecraft, I said I liked theatre, classic movies, and running. As I looked around the room, I saw him look at me with disgust, and then he rolled his eyes.

As the day worn on, I noticed every time I our eyes met, he’d wrinkle his nose.

Then it was lunch time and I found myself standing in front of a break-room vending machine.

Hayden sauntered up; placed his hand on top the machine, and leaned against it…staring at me.

“You like theatre?” Hayden said flatly.

“Yeah…” I said with a confused look.

He snorted, “You’ve been looking at me a lot. You like what you see fag?”

There it was. The word I that I’d heard my whole life. I did what I had always done, and ignored it.

Hayden leaned in, and spoke low near my ear, so only I could hear. “Yeah, I bet you do little faggot.”

I leaned down to grab my bag of chips and was greeted with, “look at you—already bending over for me.” from Hayden. With that, he walked off and I ate my lunch in relative peace.

When we returned back from lunch, there was a TV setup in the room, and there were two rows of seats in front of it. I sat in the front row and Hayden sat right behind me. We were told we were going to watch a video on loss prevention, and then the lights were dimmed and the video started.

Hayden’s harassment started almost immediately, as I felt something poke my ass through the opening on the back of the chair. I looked back and saw Hayden poke me with his finger. He looked at me with a smile; mouthed the word “faggot” and poked his tongue in his cheek like a dick was there. I just turned around and pretended it wasn’t happening. I was already exhausted by him and it was only the first day.

As the day and training ended, I found out Hayden and I would be working the mens department together. Because of fucking course I’d be spending my summer with this dick.

It wasn’t so bad on weekends when it was busy, with lots of people and employees. But on most weekdays it was just him and I, and he made my life hell.

The days and weeks went by with him physically and verbally degrading me. If I was walking near him, he’d hip or shoulder check me. He loved sneaking up behind me and pulling my hair hard enough to make me cry out. He’d whisper something like, “yeah, yelp for me bitch” and then laugh. I hated him, and I hated how hard these abuses made my dick.

As the summer wore on his insults got more intense and more sexual.

On the 4th of July, it was insanely busy until early afternoon, and then the store became a ghost town. I was scanning the purchases of this pretty younger mom, when Hayden came up and helped fold and bag her items. After she left, we were alone in the department.

“She was hot…I bet she’d be wild in bed. I bet she’d scream for it”, Hayden said out loud but not really to me. Then he played with with bracelet, lost in his own fantasy.

I could see his bulge growing; he was getting chubbed, when he looked at me.

“I bet you’d like to see that, wouldn’t you? You probably get off watching me fuck her, wouldn’t you fag?” He took a step towards me, but I couldn’t look at him.

“I bet you’d image it was you on my dick instead of her, wouldn’t you?” Another step closer.

“Sliding my big dick in and out of you.” He was right next to me now, standing at my right hip as I faced forward unable to look at him.

He leaned in, his voice low. “I bet I could make you scream twice as loud as her.”

He stepped directly behind me, grabbed my hips and ground into me. It took everything I had not to moan for him, as I felt his half hard dick squeeze between my cheeks. He held on to me and whispered directly into my ear. “I bet you’d fucking beg for it.” He thrust again and then, just walked away.

I took in a deep breath, as soon as he was far enough away not to hear. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath. I could smell his lingering cologne in the air. He wore Light Blue which was such a clean scent for someone so dirty. My face was burning hot from the experience and my heart thundered in my chest. Hayden was going to be trouble.

The remaining weeks moved quickly as Hayden’s demeaning and abuse became more sexual. He’d pass too close and slap my ass, or grope himself and kiss the air towards me when he thought no one was looking.

He loved POV abuse and when I was squatting or on my knees near him, he’d say, “are you looking at my dick?”

I would always shake my head no and he’d say, “look at me”. Forcing me to look him in his eyes from my knees, while he smiled and added something like “sure you’re not faggot” or “why not? all the other gay boys do”.

I’m somewhat ashamed to say I started longing for his abuse, and found it harder and harder to pretend to be irritated or say no when he’d ask if I wanted or was looking at his dick. *I was and I did.*

I started finding any reason I could to be on my knees near him, hoping he might grind into face like he did my ass.

One evening near the end of the summer, I was on my knees folding jeans, hoping Hayden would walk up.

Hayden had been complaining all day about some sugar free gum he had accidentally bought. Evidently, the gum would break down into a goo randomly while he was chewing it. He’d complain, then pop a new piece. Rinse and repeat because guys are dumb.

I heard Hayden walk up and make a disgusted sound. I thought he realized I was constantly on knees just so he would dominate me, but that’s not why he made the sound. I looked up at him in time to see him take a small chunk of gum from his mouth as it liquified on his finger. It looked like cum.

“What does this look like to you?” he said, looking down at me.

I shrugged.

“You’re gay aren’t you?”, he sneered.

There it was again, that question. For some reason I wasn’t scared and I didn’t hesitate this time.

“Yes, I am” I said flatly.

Hayden did not react at all. He just went on. “Then you know what this likes like, you’ve probably been covered in it.”

He stepped over me and said ,“lick it” in a low dark tone.

I was disgusted but had Hayden back standing over me again.

“Come on. This is as close to my cum as you’re ever gonna get.” Hayden said, moving his goo covered finger right in front of his crotch. “Lick it”.

I stared, then wrapped my mouth around his finger and buried myself in Hayden’s crotch. I didn’t know what his reaction would be, but I was taking this opportunity.

I could taste the spearmint flavor on his finger as I deeply inhaled on Hayden’s crotch. Hayden didn’t move, he was letting this happen. He didn’t smell like much more than laundry detergent but I could feel his cock stir against my cheek, which made me moan.

Hayden stepped back surprised “Woah! I didn’t think you’d do it.” Then he paused before adding, “Did you just sniff my dick?”

“Yes”, I said looking up at him and pouting.

Hayden touched his bracelet and started twirling it on his wrist… he was thinking. “Did you like it?”

I could see his cock swelling as I nodded back at him.

A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth before he abruptly turned, and walked away.

I sat there for a moment basking in the events. I had come out! Yes, it was to my bully, and not family or friends, but maybe that was easier because I didn’t have to care what Hayden thought about me being gay.

I heard the closing announcement, and I stood up feeling a hundred pound lighter. I looked around and didn’t see Hayden, but went about cleaning up, and closing down the department.

I straightened a couple tables and racks before heading to the changing rooms.

In the first room, there were a couple shirts and pants that I threw over my arm before heading to the next stall. Before I could open the the next stall door, the door was ripped open. There was Hayden with his pants at his ankles and his cock at half mast.

He rocked hips side to side, whipping his dick back and forth while he said, “This is what you want isn’t? You want this big dick faggot! Say it! Say this is what you want!”

I stood there shocked. I had fantasied about this but was conflicted. I hated this and I loved this. I hated him and I wanted him. Then I realized, this wasn’t about me…this is what HE wanted.

I dropped the clothes on the floor, grabbed hold of his cock, and pushed a surprised looking Hayden into the stall. He was grinning.

I was over it and said, “No! You say it!” and started stroking his hardening cock. “Say you want this from me”.

I gripped him tighter while continuing move my hand up and down his shaft. Hayden reached for my face and tried to kiss me.

“No, don’t fucking kiss me” I spat back at him, while using my hand to hold him against the wall. “Say—you want this”.

Anger flashed across his face and he leaned back against the wall refusing to answer.

I *shrugged* and released his cock.

Hayden grabbed my hand, placing it back on dick. “Keep stroking me!”, he growled. His eyes dark. “And don’t take your hand away again”.

Not the answer I asked for, but it would work.

I smile at him; brought hand to my mouth and pulled spit from my tongue. Then wrapped my wet hand around the head of his cock, and slicked him to his root before continuing to stroke his full length.

Hayden groaned and I watched his lips part, as is eyes closed. He put his hands hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed down. *So, my bully did like to see me on my knees.*

Hayden opened his eyes and smirked as he watched me sink to the ground in front of him.

I was now eye to eye with my bullies cock. He was shaved completely smooth; including his balls, pubes, thighs, and stomach, which was disappointing. I was hoping for red trimmed pubes.

His dick was about 5.5 inches and pretty. It was thick and his shaft was bigger at the base and kind of spear shape. His balls were average and were tight against his body. His dick was rock fucking hard. Seriously, he was pointed straight up, and he was so hard that I had work to pull him away from his stomach

I looked up at him and again asked, “is this what you want?”

Hayden wrinkled his nose. “Shut up and suck my cock faggot! You talk too much.”

He pulled me by the back of my head to his cock. I’ve always loved being told what to do and happily opened for him.

I heard Hayden suck a sharp breath as I sucked down him. “FUUUUCK—-yeah”, he said husky and low.

“That’s better. You just needed my cock!” Hayden pushed down on my head hard as he thrust up, trying to get deeper in me.

“Fuuuuck—that pussy mouth feels good—Jesus—“.

I started working him faster, only using my mouth and tightening my lips.

“Fuck, yeah—shiiiiit!”. Hayden hissed as he started to come unglued.

I knew Hayden wasn’t going last and I wasn’t going to let him cum in me like King or Daniel’s. He didn’t deserve me like that.

I pulled off Hayden and he looked at me with surprise and tried to pull me back down on him until spoke.

“Paint me Hayden!”, I said looking up at him.

“Fuck yeah”, Hayden growled. “Does the little faggot want to be covered in my cum?”

I nodded.

“Oh course you do slut”, he said as he pushed my curls back and forcefully tilted my head back.

He started stroking himself hard. “You ready bitch?” He stroked harder and I could barely nod.

“Open your mouth slut” he spat. With that command , I saw his hips buck wildly as he stared down at my open mouth.

“Fucking take it”, he moaned as his hips thrust forward and froze in place. The first ropes of his cum rocketed on my face. “Fuuuuck—Take it!—Take my cum!”, Hayden hissed as rope after rope covered my face and ran into my open mouth.

He tasted sweet. Of fucking course he did. Of course this asshole tasted delicious, but I refused to let him see me lick any of his seed off my lips *Why do the worst guys taste the best?*

Hayden’s breathing slowed, and he released my hair letting my curls fall right into his cum. Asshole.

We looked at eachother for a few seconds. Hayden stared like he was taking a mental picture. Then he just pulled up his pants, tucked in his shirt, zipped and left…leaving the stall door open for anyone to see me covered in his cum.

I shut the door and looked in the stall mirror to assess the damage. I was covered in pearly white cum… and I loved it.

I grabbed one of the shirts I had dropped, and wiped up as best as I could. His cum was everywhere. It was hanging from my lashes and the tip of my nose. He painted me alright. I saved one swipe just to taste him while I was alone. God he was delicious.

After several minutes of tidying, I snuck out. Hayden watched me as I sheepishly tried to hide the cum covered shirt in a trashcan. When we made eye contact, he winked and groped himself.

Heard the intercom come on and we were given the all-clear to clock out. Thank god. I was in my car in a flash, and headed home once again, to make myself cum to a memory.

I only had a few days left at this job and that time with Hayden was completely different. He was kind of like a lost puppy. He followed me around, helped me without belittling or harassing me. He even held the door for me a couple times. It was disturbing and maybe a bit disappointing if I’m honest with myself.

As I was counting down my register on my last night, I felt Hayden walk behind me. He put his hands on my hips; pulling me into his rock hard cock and grinding into me. I moaned.

“Yeah baby, you like this big dick don’t you?”, Hayden cooed.

I nodded but thought *baby?*

“Does the pretty little gay boy want more of this dick?”, Hayden asked in a whisper.

I pushed back into him as a confirmation.

I heard Hayden gasp and then he kissed my neck, and whispered “meet me in our stall”. Then watched him disappear into the changing rooms.

I couldn’t get my register count complete fast enough, but just as I was zipping my money bag, the manager stopped me.

“Brantley!”, the older male said with a smile. “It’s your final night isn’t it?”

“It is!” I politely replied.

“Thought so”, he replied. “Listen, you’ve been great this summer. I know Hayden has been less than ideal to work with, but you’ve handled him without complaint. I’m going to say thank you by letting you leave early. Hayden can finish cleaning up. Go ahead and head out, no reason to clock out. I’ll adjust your time card to the right time.”

He shook my hand and then left me there stunned. I looked at the dressing room and then to the front door. It was a hard decision, but I laughed as walked out the front door, knowing I was leaving Hayden with possibly the bluest balls of his life.

There was a small bag with a rose attached, waiting on my car as I walked up. I smiled as I read the note:

*Sorry for my behavior. This is something to remember me by. -Hayden*

*P.S. I added a little more after thinking about you*

Inside was the shirt I used to clean Hayden’s cum off my face. He must have grabbed it out of the trash, and It looked like he had added several more loads.

I smiled all the way home. I still have the shirt.