Jake slammed the locker door shut and turned on me with that same mean grin from high school. Ten years later and nothing had changed except the setting. We were both twenty-eight now, both working out at the same downtown gym, but he still acted like he owned the place and everyone in it. Especially me.
"Still the same weak little shit, huh?" he said, stepping close. His tank top stretched tight over his thick chest. Sweat ran down his neck. I tried to push past him but he blocked me with one thick arm. "Where you going, pussy? I saw you staring at my bulge again."
I hated how fast my cock twitched. Jake had always been the bully, the guy who shoved me into lockers and called me names. Now his hand grabbed my wrist and forced it down to the front of his shorts. The heat and weight under the fabric made my mouth go dry. He was already half hard and it felt massive.
"Feel that?" he growled, pressing my palm harder against it. "That's what you get for looking. Get on your knees before someone walks in."
I dropped without thinking. The concrete floor bit into my knees but I didn't care. Jake shoved his shorts down and his cock sprang out, heavy and thick, veins standing out along the shaft. It was easily nine inches and still growing, the head already shiny with precome. He grabbed the back of my head and rubbed that fat cock across my face, smearing it over my lips and cheeks.
"Open up, bitch," he ordered. I did. He shoved in hard, no easing, just one long thrust that stretched my mouth wide. The taste was salty and male and I gagged when the head hit the back of my throat. Jake laughed low and started fucking my face, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin with every stroke.
"Look at you, choking on the same cock that used to kick your ass," he muttered. "Always knew you'd end up sucking it."
He pulled out long enough to slap my face with the wet length, then pushed back in deeper. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the floor. My own dick strained in my shorts, leaking. Jake noticed and reached down to squeeze it through the fabric.
"Hard already. Pathetic." He yanked me up by the hair and spun me around, bending me over the bench. My shorts were ripped down in one rough pull. Two thick fingers shoved into my ass without warning, working me open fast and dirty. "Gonna wreck this hole. Been waiting years to do it."
I heard the rip of a condom packet and the wet sound of lube. Then the blunt pressure of that huge cockhead against my hole. He didn't wait. One hard thrust and he was inside, stretching me so wide it burned. I groaned loud and he covered my mouth with his hand.
"Shut the fuck up and take it," he hissed, already pounding. Each stroke went deep, his heavy balls slapping my ass. The bench creaked under us. Jake's grip on my hips was bruising as he used me, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. My prostate lit up with every thrust and my cock leaked steadily onto the floor.
He leaned over my back, breath hot on my ear. "You love this big cock bullying your tight ass, don't you? Say it."
"Yes," I gasped when his hand moved. "Fuck, yes."
"Louder."
"I love your big cock bullying my ass!"
He laughed and fucked harder, the wet slap of skin echoing off the lockers. Sweat dripped from him onto my back. His rhythm turned brutal, short and grinding strokes that kept him buried deep. I felt my orgasm building fast, my balls drawing up tight.
Jake reached around and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts. "Come on my dick, slut. Do it."
I came hard, shooting across the bench and floor while my ass clenched around him. Jake groaned, buried himself to the root, and pulsed inside the condom, filling it with what felt like a huge load. He stayed there, grinding through the aftershocks, then slowly pulled out.
He wiped his cock on my ass cheek and pulled his shorts up. "Same time tomorrow. Don't be late or I'll make it worse."
I stayed bent over the bench, breathing hard, hole aching and used, already wanting more. Jake was still the same bully. Only now I couldn't wait for the next round.
