Guys can be bullies, too!

[Disclaimer: This thread is going to focus on gay sex, and will include homophobic slurs and sloppily written in-the-closet internal conflict. If any of that's not your bag, turn back now.]

"Hey, faggot!"

[You were warned.]

John stopped dead in his tracks, all of his classmates filtering out of the hallway around him. He'd learned long ago that there was no use running from Todd once he'd set his sights on you; he and his cronies were always faster. How else would the football team have gone to state four years in a row?

Taking a deep breath, John turned to face his untiring tormentors. They were all tall, fit, and handsome in a way he did his damnedest to ignore. No matter what they said, he was not gay. He didn't get distracted in the locker room after P.E., staring at their strong but sleek muscles... their tight cheeks... their big dicks... NO. He didn't. He wasn't.

"D-don't call me that, Todd!" he whimpered, carefully avoiding the quarterback's chiseled jawline and rugged cheekbones.

"Hear that, boys?" Todd grinned, "The faggot's got some fight in him today! This should be fun..."

"I said, don't--"

Todd grabbed John's chin and **** him to look right up at those cruel, baby blue eyes. His knees got weak, but that was probably just from fear, right? Right???

"What're gonna do about it, faggot? None of your little faggot boyfriends are here to back you up, and you know we'd just pound all your asses at once if they were. You'd probably just get off on that, wouldn't you?"

"N-no!" John lied, despite his dick swelling in his pants at the mental image of Todd's teammates and his own friends at a hot, sweaty orgy...

"I'm not gay, and you can't prove that I am!"

"Oh yeah???"

Before John could react or even comprehend what was happening, Todd swooped down and kissed him deep and hard. His mouth opened on pure instinct to let Todd's tongue in, which was just as strong and forceful as the rest of him. Repressed passion hijacked John's body, his arms wrapping themselves around Todd's neck to press their lips together even harder as he breathed in the football player's musky aftershave.

It was a glorious few seconds before Todd pulled back from the kiss as suddenly as he'd gone in for it and grabbed John's crotch through his jeans.

"You're rock hard from kissing another dude!" he announced, much to the amusement of his audience, who had watched that sudden homoerotic display with no reaction whatsoever. "Admit you're a little faggot, or I'm gonna have to keep going."