What the hell is happening? Ethan was acting strange. He had my back against the wall with his heated eyes staring into my soul.
Memories of my high school days flashed before my eyes. I've been in this situation before. He had my back against the wall plenty of times and what comes after was usually his fist pounding on my face. His and his buddies.'
But this time, things were different. I was a grown man, and I was stronger. I won't let him push me around anymore. I shoved him with all my might. He stumbled backward but didn't fall as he had his feet planted firmly against the floor.
"Get away from me, asshole. What do you think you're doing? This is my house," I snarled.
"I wasn't trying to hurt you. I want you to listen," Ethan said.
"I don't want to listen to you. I gave you something dry to put on, so I've done my duty. Now get the fuck out of my apartment," I said.
"Corey," he said my name with such emotions that it made my heart beat faster.
"Please, Ethan, just leave," I tried to sound aloof, but my shaky voice betrayed me.
Ethan did the opposite of what I asked and came closer to me again. "I'm sorry about how I treated you in high school. I can't change that, but things are different now. Fate brought us together so I can make it up to you, don't you see that?" he said. He lightly grabbed my waist and caressed it slowly.
"I don't care about your apology. I still hate you," I said. I wanted to believe I meant it with all my heart. He slid his hand inside my shirt and touched my bare stomach. I felt confused and dizzy. What the hell was he trying to do to me?
"You don't mean that. And even if you do, I'm gonna change your mind," he whispered. I felt warmth spread through me as he stroked my body.
"Ethan. Whatever you're doing, you need to stop. This is wrong. You have no right to mess with my head," I said and placed my hand on his naked chest. My body was already reacting to his gentle touches. I felt myself getting hard. Fuck my life!
"I've never got to tell you this in high school, but I secretly loved the way you looked at me back then," he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"I...I don't care," I stammered.
"You say you don't care, but you still want me," he smirked.
"I don't want you, you self absorbed prick," I frowned as if to show him my dismay.
"If you don't want me, then why are you hard?" he said and cupped my penis.
What the fuck? My inner thought screamed. Why was Ethan Miller groping my dick? The same Ethan Miller, who was disgusted by it eight years ago!
"Erm...Ethan, watch your hand there, buddy," I let out a nervous chuckle. I had no idea what to do. Should I push him away again and curse him out, or do I let him feel me up?
What am I thinking, and why am I still letting him touch me? My mind was going blank.
Ethan showed no interest in removing his hand. If anything, he started to stroke me between my legs even harder. His eyes never leaving mine. His baby blue eyes were dark with lust. I'm screwed.
"Are you sure you want me to stop? I can feel your hard cock growing bigger in my hand," he hissed out and touched my lips with his thumb.
"That...that..." I stuttered.
"What?" Ethan asked and grazed my lower lip and leaned closer. His lips were an inch away, almost touching mine.
"That's just a physical reaction to your touch. Wou...would've happened with anyone. It means nothing," I said in a hoarse whisper. He pressed his body against me. I whimpered as I felt his hard-on between my legs. He was relentless.
He kissed me. His lips moved on top of mine, and his tongue lightly sucked my lower lip. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and I felt limp and powerless. Be a man and push him off, Corey, I told myself and gripped his arms. He pushed his tongue inside and kissed me harder. My mind turned blank.
Fuck it. I'll be a man tomorrow.
I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him back with all my strength. I wanted to suffocate him. His hand busily fiddled with the buttons of my jeans.
"WAAIT!" I cried, breaking our passionate kiss. "What the hell is happening here?"
Ethan looked at me with confusion. "Isn't it obvious?" he asked.
"Yes...I mean, no! You weren't gay!" I said. "You beat me up because I am one. And now, all of a sudden you like men?"
"Maybe I've been gay all along and denied it. Maybe I like both men and Women. Or..." he smirked. "Maybe I just like YOU!"
So I went through all that pain and torment back then for nothing? This hypocritical bastard. I wanted to kill him.
Something clicked in my brain. This could be the golden opportunity to take revenge on my high school bully. It's time to take control and teach Mr. Boss some valuable lessons.
"You like me, huh? Alright," I smiled and pulled him in for another kiss. I let him unzip my pants and take my member out without hesitation.
I pushed him towards the couch and forced him to sit down, then took my shirt off. "I wanna touch you too, Ethan," I whispered seductively and pulled his pants down. I stared at his cock and gulped. Has it always been this big? No turning back now.
I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it in a fast motion, my other hand pinned to his side. He grabbed my dick and jerked me off at the same time.
"Ugh, I'm gonna cum," he groaned after a moment.
Yeah, come for me, asshole. I'm gonna make you my bitch later, I promised myself in my head, but I was also close. I tried to hold back as if this was some weird competition. If I come first, I lose.
He pulled me closer and kissed me hard. I moaned against his mouth as I felt pleasure rippling through my body. He moaned loudly, and we both came at the same time. Dammit, I guess this was a tie.
"Fuck, that felt good," he lay down on the couch, panting. I leaned back and closed my eyes.
"So, am I forgiven?" Ethan asked.
I snapped my eyes open. Now's my chance to discard him and continue to reject him for the rest of his miserable life.
"No. We had our fun. Now get fuck out of my apartment. See you at work, douchecanoe," I snarled.