The tough boy

I met Marco in high school. He was always a bully who spent his time harassing another guy and me, and back then he was taller than me. Until one day he got on my nerves, I punched him, and the guy backed down. It turned out he wasn't as tough as he seemed, that all it took was someone to stand up to him. That made me feel powerful to a certain extent... we eventually got along and became good friends. After high school, we drifted apart for several years. When we were 27, we coincided at a party at a mutual friend's house, I was still a skinny, dark-haired, brown-haired guy with a beard, not very handsome, but not ugly either.

We ended up being the same height, around 1.75 meters. However, Marco was an attractive guy who had been taking the gym very seriously for a few years, he was a blonde, green-eyed, long-haired guy, with big legs, a big ass, big pecs, and big arms, he had a tattoo of a compass on his left bicep, he wore tight clothes, and he looked very sexy.

At the party, everyone was drinking, dancing, and having a good time. Marco became one of those drunks who always wants to be hugging you with one arm around your shoulders and a drink in the other hand, in general, he was like that with everyone, a bit affectionate. And I liked it, in a way, I was excited by the mix of the smell of his perfume and his alcohol breath, feeling his huge and heavy arm over my neck. It was almost 3 am, I was about to leave and call an Uber, he told me "wait for me, I'll give you a ride, I'm leaving too". I told him he didn't seem to be in a condition to drive, "don't fuck with me, I'm fine" he replied.

Since I didn't live very far, I accepted. We said goodbye to the others and left. When we were outside my house, still in the car, I took off my seatbelt, we said goodbye by bumping fists "cool, dude, see you later" I said. I couldn't open the door, he didn't unlock it, I turned to look at him. He put his arm around my seat. He told me "you don't want to go anywhere else" and he leaned in as if he wanted to kiss me.

Yes, the same guy who a few hours earlier was bragging about his conquests and how many girls he had slept with. I knew I liked men, but that was still a secret to everyone, I decided to repress myself and I pushed him forcefully and told him in a pretended angry tone "enough, dude, you're drunk!", that reaction seemed to excite him, he bit his lips, looked at me fixedly with his green eyes (glassy and red from the alcohol), and told me almost whispering "yes, punish me" while touching his crotch.

I put my seatbelt back on, he started the car, and we headed to his house, "I'll take you back" he said, and I replied "shut up, you stupid fuck!". "Yes, sir" he said, biting his lips.

We arrived at his house, I closed the door, and told him "take off your clothes, but leave your boxers on" and there he was, semi-naked, white socks, blue boxers marking his bulge and his nice ass, marked abdomen, and ...