My Ginger Bully Showed Up at My Door Before My Date Did

Ginger Was My Bully

I was several years older than him, and yet I was intimidated by him. Ginger was a wigger. He was cocky and arrogant, and everyone – buddies and babes alike – was drawn to the alpha male bad boy. Ginger had celebrity-like status in our neighborhood.

Realizing that I wasn’t doing anything to stop him picking on me, Ginger started bossing me around, telling me to do things like clean his sneakers or buy him food. Ginger never asked, he simply spoke. I never disobeyed him.

Ginger Took out His Beer-Can Cock

I had a hot date with a girl I really liked, and had prepared for it meticulously. About a half hour before she was to arrive, my bully showed up at my door, letting himself in once I opened it. Helping himself to a beer in the kitchen, he mentioned something about a girl canceling on him, and how he needed to “take out his frustration on the nearest fag he could find”. Ginger walked over to me, telling me to get on my knees. I was startled by his request, but he was impatient, smacking me to the ground. Disoriented, I looked up at this behemoth as he unzipped his jeans and took out his beer-can cock.

…I looked up at this behemoth as he unzipped his jeans and took out his beer-can cock.

This was all happening too fast. There I was, dressed up in expensive shoes and pants, shirt and tie, and the back of my head was being clutched by Ginger’s hand, his other hand gripping my hair (messing it up after I spent 20 minutes gelling and combing it). He thrust his cock in and out of my mouth without any regard for my feelings. Ginger was treating me like an object instead of a person.

With My Date on Her Way, My Bully Shoved His Big Dick in My Mouth

I pulled my mouth off his cock and told him how crazy this was, how I was heterosexual, and assumed he was too, but that just earned me another slap. He pushed me on my back with his right foot and stepped on my chest.

“You calling me a faggot, bitch?” He yelled.

“No, I mean, I’m sorry!” I whimpered.

“You’re the one sucking dick, faggot, let’s go!”



“We’re not friends, faggot, don’t ‘dude’ me.”

“Please! I have plans tonight, you must go!”

“Shut up and suck my dick!” Now he was getting really aggressive, shoving his thick dick between my lips, yanking my hair towards it.

“I have a girl coming over, please stop!”

“Well then you better hurry up, or she’s going to see my fat cock in your mouth, faggot.” He chuckled. “Maybe I’ll stick around and fuck her mouth, too. Right in front of you. How does that sound, you little fucker?”

For some reason, when I visualized the girl of my dreams on her knees in front of my bully, I became completely attentive to Ginger’s instructions. He no longer had to give orders, but still gripped my head like a basketball, thrusting his hips in and out of my face.

Before My Girlfriend Arrived, My Bully Took a Piss on My Face

Ginger pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerked it in front of my face while I licked his smooth balls. He seemed startled that I lapped his ballsack like a puppy dog, as it wasn’t something he told me to do. I just wanted him to finish before my date arrived. My erogenous zone are my balls and taint, so I hoped it was his too. I was right, because he shot buckets of cum all over my face after about 10 seconds of my licks.

Ginger yanked on my tie and told me to take it off and give it to him. I refused, telling him it cost me $150.00, and that it was my favorite. I should have known better, and agreed to his demands, as he tightened his grip on the tie to almost choke me. At this point, the tie was stretched anyways. Ginger laughed as he wiped his dick with an almost $200 jizz-rag before letting go of it, causing me to fall on my back.

Ginger stepped on my chest, pinning me to the ground. Suddenly, a stream of his piss went from his mid-stiff cock and onto my hair, lips, shirt, even my crotch. Within a span of 10 minutes, I went from looking GQ to wearing a bully’s cum and piss on my face.

My face had another man’s cum on it, and my body was doused in piss that wasn’t my own.

And that’s when the doorbell rang.