Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2008 11:37:21 -0800 (PST)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bullying Tobin

Mark was a bully. He fit the description of playground bullies, thick
necked, man thickened arms, butch haircut, driving a noisy car from the
fifties and a facial expression that constantly looked like he was daring
you or anyone to confront him for any reason.

Tobin was one of the targets of his antics during years of elementary and
even high school. He avoided the guy as much as possible but his geeklike
demeanor and easily dominated personality was ripe for Mark's attacks.

As years passed, pushing and shoving graduated to black eyes and damaged
property. A few school and parental interventions seemed to quell Mark's
focus on Tobin not to mention the years when both were distracted by
college or in Mark's case the military.

"Hey you" Mark yelled across the bowling alley.

Tobin, now in his 20's felt eight again. The voice was unmistakable. He
didn't want to return to the tortured years but he looked in response.
Instead of the overbearing sloppily dressed angry looking older kid of the
playground, he saw Mark in a different way.

There stood a tall, handsome, uniformed, blonde man whose face did look
like the school yard bully. But his face wasn't one of challenge
anymore. He smiled as if a long term and long lost friend.

"Geek!, how's it goin?" he asked as if Tobin was indeed bordering on being
a brother instead of a punching bag.

"fine" Tobin said not responding to the greeting willingly. "let's go" he
said to his friends leaving Mark standing there ignored and alone.

"I was just saying hi?" Tobin heard the Marine's voice as he left.
Something inside him wanted to turn and respond but years of abuse,
domination, disrespect demanded he leave.

"May I speak to Tobin Miller?" the voice was quiet and polite.

"This is Tobin" he spoke into the phone.

"Hey I uh saw you at Aster's the other night. Wanted to say hi and stuff."

He knew it was Mark. Maybe the Marines had changed him or maybe he wanted
to chastize for being ignored.

Tobin just said "yea, saw you"

"Oh uh well, I guess I need to apologize. I was such a jerk .... " Mark
talked as if vomiting what sounded like volumes of guilt. "so uh just
wanted to say that, I'm sorry.  I know stuff now I didn't know then, I
guess. Hell you were always the smart kid, you know computers, grades and
stuff and I was a dumb ass."

Tobin didn't know how to react let alone how to feel. He still didn't like
the guy. His bruises, embarassment, black eyes and feelign of being unable
to stand up for himself were there deep rooted.

"Ok" he said and hung up feeling satisfied if not smug knowing the Bully
asshole was left holding the phone. Tobin had no plans to accept Mark's
apologies even if they were sincere.

But the lengthy apology did seem sincere and haunted him. Maybe it was the
holidays, or the fact he felt alone despite being with family members. As
happens to many during the holidays, Tobin needed to get away, to find
people he wanted to socialize with and in his case to go to the hidden
secret life he enjoyed openly on campus.

The bar was one of those dark unmarked buildings on a highway miles away
from the churchs and standards that defined his hometime.

He had snuck into it years in the past surprised he was allowed inside and
pleased his youthful appearance made him popular. It was there he drank his
first beer and later, alcohol.

It was here too that he engaged in discussions with older men, some older
then his parents about politics, religion, computers, life...it made him
feel different then being a son among others at home.

Here too, he felt the warmth of hands on his chest, back, buttocks and
face. And there too, lips of another male touched his openly and
passionately.

He was truly at home there. And former friends greeted his return asking
about college life and his health among other things.

Many had seen his willing participation in satisfying and being satisfied
as happened after the bar closed and lights dimmed. The darkness and shared
needs of occupants behind locked doors were better then driving another 100
miles where larger cities offered other outlets.

Nobody thought lesser of him. They all shared the same needs and desires.
And here his entire body seemed to relax from the stress of performing the
way his parents wanted him too...from the many reasons he had to create for
not having a girl friend when asked..and for the anxious desire to return
to the safe campus where his real life blossomed.

The beer seemed to quench more then a thirst. Pats on his butt by friends
had more then a sexual purpose, it was an intimacy that only his kind could
share.

He danced with an older man he well remembered having shared sex with in
the past. And stripped his shirt as the heat, hours and alcohol demanded.

"Closing in fifteen" came the familiar announcement. He had been underage
when two men he was with told him to sit tight and not leave with the
others.

Feeling safe and not wanting to leave the attentive company, he did as he
was told. The continued company, affection and eventual sex educated and
defined the person in public that he knew he was in private.

And so he stayed again, enjoying the gossip no matter how innane or
relative to life. There were new friends and old acquaintances. The beer
consumed and passed through him. He couldn't drive home or that was the
excuse he used to sit tight once again as many moved to the door. Some
looked back as if to wonder why some were not leaving. Others gladly moved
out the door with newly established lovers in twos and threes.

He wished someone had invited him too so he could spend the night naked
sandwiched by cotten sheets and uncovered warm bodies.

The bar was closed, the lights dimmed, the juke box played a bit louder and
half naked men danced. Among them Tobin writhed, closing his eyes to
escaped in the overbearing drum beats.

Around him were the understanding and sweaty bodies of others who knew the
value of staying later then the announced closing time.

Amidst the darkness, hands touched and lips met. Tobin knew he would be in
the back of the bar where it was even darker and willing to give and get
pleasures he could only find with others.

Some would engage while others watched. It was a rite for some as it had
been for Tobin and a habit for many others.

Tobin danced feeling hands opening his fly button by button. He kept his
eyes closed to concentrate on the experience that someone wanted to service
him. The hands held and measured his arousal that surpassed the effects of
his consumption.

He felt the heat of bodies moving close to watch and participate. Hands
wiped the sweat from his chest to grip his nipples using the rings he had
obtained secretly to inflict pleasurable pain.

He let it all happen even the hand that moved beneath the back of his now
opened belt to finger between the orbs that he let be parted and invaded
many times.

The mouth was warm the tongue educated and he began to float on the cloud
of pleasure he hoped for.

Tobin would return to campus wondering who the strangers had been, how
lucky he was to have this night and looking forward to a return home again.

He had stopped dancing and gyrated to the motion of the one servicing him
and the one whose finger was inside him. He was meat, neither geek nor son,
but one needed wanted respected and measured by his existance alone.

Through watery eyes he looked out not really wanting to see but the need to
see. It was like some kind of dream or fantasy come true.

Some of thse he recognized and others he didn't stood around holding and
jacking their cocks aimed at him and the one servicing him. Some were
merely shirtless and others totally naked. One wore nothing but black chaps
and another wore a full body harness that emphasized his remaining hairy
nudity.

He had been here servicing older men who demanded his attention and
educated him at the same time. Tobin enjoyed kneeling naked at their feet
willing to take what they wanted him to take.

But Tobin enjoyed sharing private intimacies too, letting the warmth and
unhidden needs of his partner and him create a bond that could not be
defined.

He was in public now being serviced while many he had serviced before
watched knowing he was where they had been.

And below him.....

Tobin coudln't believe what he saw. The kneeling naked form in front of him
with his ass being invaded by one of the others in the bar, seemed
oblivious to the anal penetration. He seemed deeply concentrated on and
dedicated to servicing Tobin.

It was Mark. There was no uniform, no stance of challenge and
confrontation, just smooth flesh, dog tags hanging and jingling like bells
telling everyone that a soldier was there.

His mouth swallowed the full length of Tobin's average size but full of
blood cock and his tongue lapped at Tobin's ball sac as well.

It felt warm, it was titillating it was fantastic.  The bully was sucking
his victim or years. He stood dominating the subserviant gay sex needy
Marine. He wanted more and began to fuck the mouth.

The sides of the thick neck seemed to expand willingly taking the stabs
Tobin made of Mark's throat.

Tobin felt his own pants slide down and the fingers moved deeper inside
him. He normally loved anal invasion and hungered for well sized hard
pounding using of his anal grip.

He thought about pushing the face away and attacking the bully ass as
viciously as he wanted for revenge.

But the sight of the hungry sexual servant willing to publically reveal
himself both satisfied his need for revenge and offered an excitement Tobin
had not heretofore experienced.

Then the eyes. Mark keeping Tobin's cock in his lips looked up. He may have
done it before, but Tobin's eyes were closed then. This time he saw the
face, the cheeks full of his cock and the eyes that sought approval, that
begged forgiveness and said something more.

Tobin put his hands on either side of the cheeks and he smiled forgiving
while increasing his need to fuck the face he had feared in the past.

They danced naked together fast and slow. Others did too so it wasn't
totally exhibition. But the fucking on the covered pool table was. That was
why the bartender covered the table at closing time and why Tobin and Mark
did it.

"Shit it's morning" Tobin said seeing the morning light peeking through the
blackened windows. Most had left the bar though a few lay around sleeping
and others dancing as close as lovers do.

They had been napping with Mark laying on top of Tobin on the pool
table. Tobin saw his former bully didn't have his dog tags on. He knew
they'd have to find them. Mark lifed himself off of Tobin immediatly
chilling the equally naked lover. The jingle of dog tags told Tobin that he
new work them.

"Where can we go?" It was Tobin who revealed he didn't want the experience
to end.

"My place, everyone'll be gone by the time we get there" Mark smiled. For
the first time Tobin saw the boyish face, not the angry bully. He touched
the smooth cheeks below the Marine haircut.

Mark lowered his head so they could kiss. Each touched and patted the
other's body as they located discarded clothing willingly adorning
themselves with each other's shirts.

They didn't talk about the bully years, the injries, the agression or their
regrets. The drive was quiet and long as they held hands riding in Mark's
car. Tobin's would await his return.

The toilet received their morning urinal requirements as they stood naked
once again side by side.

And their kisses and hands escalated their activities replacing a desire
for breakfast with a desire for each other.

There was no plan, no spoken desire, only hands, mouth, cocks, buttocks
giving, receiving, wanting, getting and exhausting.

No feelings of domination, apology, regrets, vengence or memories. Only two
naked needy young men wanting each other.

The letter was simple. It couldn't be blatant due to the "don't ask don't
tell" requirements that were still in place.  Tobin read between the lines
and words that described the place where they had sent Mark.

The last line "I assume you accept my apology" made Tobin laugh. If he had
known what he now knew. If Mark had known..or perhaps he did.

If they had acted on what they really needed from each other years ago
there wouldn't need to be a reason for apologies or acceptances now.

He answered the letter "none needed but you gave more then an apology and
obviously I accept."

Tobin couldn't wait for the next holiday. He hoped the bully would return
to the playround where he would kneel and satisfy what needed to be
satisfied willingly.