My Bully Invited Me to His Hotel Room
Copyright© 2025 by StoriesByTroy
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Wes Carter bullied me in college, but I still can’t stop thinking about his body. Now we’re alone, and I can’t tell if he wants to fight me… or fuck me.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Ma Consensual Mind Control Romantic Gay Fiction Cuckold Sharing DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Torture Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Spitting Voyeurism Nudism Revenge
Noah reunites with his college bully Wes, who used to tease him out of repressed desire. At a hotel reunion, old tension ignites when Wes confesses everything and pulls Noah into a desperate kiss. Things escalate fast; Wes blows Noah and then Noah ends up on his knees, blowing the same jock who once bullied him. Just as it gets intense, Wes’s best friend and hotel roommate, Ryan Evans, walks in to see Noah on his knees.
The door clicked shut behind Ryan.
None of us moved at first. The room had gone still — too still — like the air itself was holding its breath.
Wes sat rigid on the bed, towel loose around his hips, muscles tight, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile. His lips were parted, eyes flickering between me and the figure now standing behind me.
I was still on my knees. Mouth wet. One hand resting on Wes’s thigh, just shy of the hard shape straining under terrycloth. My own pulse was a steady pound in my ears.
And Ryan?
He stood in the doorway for a moment longer, tank top clinging to his chest, biceps full and tense from the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His hair was damp, cheeks still flushed from the gym. One brow lifted as his gaze swept over us.
“The fuck did I just walk in on?” he said, voice low and even. Not angry. Not surprised, really. If anything—there was a flicker of something amused in his tone. Curious.
Wes fumbled for the towel, trying to pull it tighter, but the effort was pointless. His cock was already starting to swell again, tenting the fabric shamelessly. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, blinking up at Ryan.
He smirked when his eyes met mine. “You really were blowing him, huh?”
Wes didn’t answer. He just sat there, like someone had unplugged his brain. Ryan stepped inside and let the duffel fall onto the chair.
“Relax,” he said as he reached up, arms stretching high. His tank rode up just enough to show off slick abs and the sharp V of his hips. “I’m not mad. I just came from the gym. Pre-workout’s still ripping through me like jet fuel.”
He glanced between us again, slower this time. Taking it all in. Me on my knees. Wes flushed and wide-eyed. The towel doing a bad job of hiding everything. Ryan’s voice dropped slightly.
“I’m horny as fuck, honestly. But you guys ... go on.” He walked closer. Just a step or two.
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