The Bully's Secrets

 I was bullied in Middle School for no particular reason other than  because I was a fat, poor kid. I'd wear shoes until they were coming apart and then with a pass or two of duct tape, it helped wear them another month. On top of that, my interests didn't line up with typical middle school social stand-out kids. For example most kids in my school either liked rap or rock...... this was mid the 90's but I enjoyed Country. I wasn't into sports either, but I was into Professional Wrestling, which many of my classmates had labeled as fake and stupid.

 One particular bully named Michael used to sneak up on me and grind himself into my leg and say,
  "You like that Faggot?" and then laugh at me.

  If it was after P.E. I could actually feel his penis, because the shorts we wore were pretty thin. I never thought of this as sexual, or any kind of a Come-on,  just as more hazing that I was compelled to get used to. But one day I swear that when nobody was around, well.... he did it a few seconds longer than usual and he made more of an effort for me to feel his grinding penis.This was a special accentuated dick pressure day. I was repulsed as usual, but oddly confused why he leveraged his groin against me so long. But then, he asked as usual,
 "Do you like that faggot?"

 One day, I had enough of this teasing and I decided to shoot back. Perhaps it was a dead-on target blow. He had a good friend named Jake that he was always hanging around with. I said to him

"You're the faggot, I saw what you and Jake do on your way home from school."

 I had seen nothing, nor did I suspect anything gay. But the fuck-tard bully looked surprised and did not say another word to me right then...... or for the rest 8th grade. He didn't grind into me anymore, shit he didn't even join in when other people teased me. WTF!!!

 I have no clue what he and Jake actually did on the way home from school, but whatever it was he didn't want me mentioning a word about it. He and Jake both for that matter avoided me all through 8th grade. Needless to say life got a little easier without someone grinding their probably semi-erect penis into me two or three times a day in public view.

 In High School the teasing mostly stopped, as people matured and just left each other alone. I was still the awkward fat kid, but now nobody went out of their way to make me uncomfortable about it.

 The amazing part was that the bully Michael went to the High School on the other side of town. I found out years later that he had joined the LGBT club in his Senior year. It makes me wonder what he and Jake were really up to and his real motivation behind grinding into me.

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