"Fuck you," I said, pushing him away while trying to be sure not to touch his naked, bouncing cock or balls.

"Oh, come on Tory, be a good little bitch, suck my cock." I got him far enough away so I could stand, and in moments, I was gone. As I stormed out of the house all I could think of was how I was going to get back at my brother's friend. I was sick and tired of him. It was pure accident that the son of a bitch had caught me jerking off to a cock mag. Now, he was making my life hell on earth.

Jack was a prick, though a good looking prick. He was 24, two years older than my brother. My brother had gone off to college, Jack had hung around after high school, working construction. He was tall, thickly muscled, and a bit rough looking. I was the opposite, shortish, 5'9" exactly and rail thin. Even I had to admit that I was a bit girly looking. I had known for years that I was attracted to other guys and had, over the past four years or so, had several male lovers.

Even though I found Jack attractive, sexy, he was one huge pain in the ass and I was very, very tired of him giving me shit all the time. Damn, I was going to figure out a way to get back at him! And, I did. It cost me some money, almost $400, but I bought a good video camera. I bored a hole in my closet door and built a little shelf on the inside of the door for the recorder to sit. I made sure it pointed right at my bed. It worked by remote control and so when Jack the asshole came in, I could turn it on. I tested it numerous times, and it worked. It was amazing how clear the picture was. I couldn't wait until Jack came around again.

It was three days later. I was on my bed reading, and Jack, in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt came into my room. "Hey gay boy," he said, laughing. "Have any good fag mags hanging around?" He laughed. "Get out Jack, I'm sick of your shit" I said. I had turned on the camcorder. "Sure you are buddy. Look," he said, yanking his pants down, he had no underwear on, "why don't you blow me and I'll stop hassling you!" He was waggling his dick at me. I had to admit, it was a sturdy prick, about seven inches and quite thick. He was cut.

I sat up. "Look Jack, you caught me jerking off, okay. You caught me looking at a guy mag, okay. That doesn't mean you have the right to torture me for the rest of my life." He moved to the side, but in front of me, his hand still waggling his hard on. "If I thought you would really leave me alone, Jack, I would suck your fucking cock, okay. But you wouldn't, would you?" For a moment, he was quiet. Then, "What do you think I am, a fucking faggot?"

I shrugged, "No, but if not why the hell are you always trying to get me to suck your cock?"

He laughed, "I can close my eyes and it would be just like the best looking woman in the world doing it, not you. Lips are lips, buddy and as long as I'm thinking