Greco-Roman Revenge
College is a strange and frustrating place, at last it has been for me. I just got here a few months ago and had settled in quickly. I was glad to be away from the endless hassling I got from high school as well as the boredom of living in a small town. Now I was in the big city; or at least the bigger city. I wouldn't have to deal with anything more than my studies and trying to grow as adult.
Until I ran into Creig.
It was a small enough town that there weren't too many other lizards like me. So they had interspecies dorms with an emphasis on putting multiple groups together to interact and become one big happy family. That's where Creig came in. While not explicitly a lizard, he was a flightless dragon which was close enough for the administration. It was assumed that some sort of camaraderie would be present no matter how drastic the genetic and personal differences might be. Therefore, he wound up on the same floor as me. Only two doors down, in fact.
Creig, however, was a jock. More specifically, he was a wrestler with an ego the size of most small countries. Obviously, this wasn't enough for him because as soon as he saw my full name on the door, he developed a nickname for me.
"Hey, Suck-A-Dick!"
"It's Sipowitz, moron. Adam Sipowitz."
Creig would then laugh at me, point and repeat the jibe, "Yeah, Adam Suck-A-Dick!"
So a little bit of high school followed me here and breathed down my neck every day. He and his flock of cronies, mostly mammals given the rarity of scaley types in the area, would harass me at any given moment, preferably in public. Everyday I got just a little more frustrated with that gaggle of twits until I finally decided to do something about it.
I was going to kick Creig's ass.
There was no use for a direct confrontation. It wouldn't solve the problem and would push me even lower than them. No, the way to deal with the problem was to outshine Creig at what he did best.
I know, I know. It sounds utterly silly. However, I just couldn't pass up the chance to play this out under his nose. Lull him into a false sense of security and then drop the hammer. That alone was enough to keep me on campus over the summer.
I planned out the three months I was allotted to the minute. If I was going to have a chance of pulling this off, I needed to take it seriously. I organized a training regimen, consulted with some of the nutritionists on the physical education staff and plunged snout first into everything I could find on the subject of college wrestling. The weeks seemed to fly by as I kept thinking about how delicious the victory was going to be. I had even bought clothes to accommodate my growing frame, just to make sure the changes would be easily ignored.
There were healthier bonuses as well. My energy levels spiked and I found my focus got even sharper. I was getting more flexible and lithe with every passing day. Even my flagging libido began to catch up with me. It was strange to be feeling like that again after having spent so much of my time burying my head in books instead of trying to check out the other guys in gym. That was the other reason I drove myself to do this. To prove to others and to myself a little, that being gay didn't mean I was weak.
In retrospect, I think I wrapped too much up in my plans for revenge.
Summer faded into Fall as the student body began trickling back into the dorms. To make sure I could stay in top shape, I'd gotten a home gym as well. I tucked it away in my dorm room just to keep the secret. I was just leaving to grab my first textbooks when I heard...
"Hey! It's Suck-A-Dick!"
I could feel the half-smirk, half-smile spread along my snout as I turned to face Creig. I stared into those beady eyes and bared my teeth a little.
"Hey, Creig. Shut it."
Creig blinked. I'd never spoken back to him like that before. "What do you say?"
"I said shut it or I'll shut it for you."
He crossed his arms over his chest. It was the first time I'd really taken stock of him as well. About half a foot taller and perhaps a good fifty pounds heavier than I was last fall. It made me stop for a moment, half-wishing the guy wasn't such an asshole, because he really wasn't that hard on the eyes.
"You think you can take me, Suck-A-Dick?"
"I do. And I'll prove it to you if you want. Tonight. The gym. Six. You and me. First pin wins."
Creig snerked, grinning a little as he stared me down. "Wins what?"
"I win," I pointed at my chest, "you quit the wrestling team and leave me the hell alone."
Now he was laughing, "Fine. I win, you get down on your knees and live up to your name, Suck-A-Dick."
A small conflict raged in my head. The naughty voice in the back of my skull was pointing out how this was really a win-win situation and perhaps I should just throw the fight. My sense of pride and desire to give Creig his comeuppance won out, however.
We went our separate ways and for the first time, I was a little nervous. Creig did have experience on me. I shook my head as I walked away. No one ever said revenge was easy.
I passed the time in my room, settling into my last workout routine before the match. My classes had been mostly lecture this time around and I was ahead of the topic enough from my studies over the summer to take one day off. Each rep started to restore my confidence, however. I'd been spending all this time just to reach one goal, while Creig had likely been off boozing up and getting laid. I had the edge here and I was going to make sure to use it to it's full advantage.
I was at the gym at 5:45, making sure to get limbered up and into my singlet before Creig arrived. Most of the of my advantage was coming from his overconfidence and I needed to hold on to that for as long as I could. As I heard footsteps in the hall, I quickly tossed on the oversized sweats I had brought, taking one last deep breath before Creig walked in the door. He was already suited up, the black and blue singlet clinging tightly to his body. I'd never really seen him wrestle before so the outfit threw me a little off-guard. He swaggered in, his thick tail swinging behind him, pausing only to toss his dufflebag onto to the bench.
He grinned over at my amorphous appearance, "You got balls, kid. No brains, maybe." He stretched his arms out as a smooth ripple rolled through his muscled form. "You gonna wrestle in that?"
I don't think I've ever grinned wider in my entire life. "Nah. Just felt a little cold." I reached down and pulled up the sweatshirt, tossing it to the floor. The pants followed shortly after. My eyes lifted up to Creig's as I watched his facial expression.
His jaw was dropped comically low as his gaze remained fixated on my body. It felt a little weird for a moment as he gaped at me, but the enjoyment I was getting out of his utter shock was oh, so sweet.
I cracked my knuckles and tensed my chest before turning my snout to face the mat room door.
"Ready?" I asked.
Creig swallowed hard and nodded.
I swaggered to the door, brimming with confidence and evil glee. This was turning out better than I'd ever hoped. Creig followed a little meekly after, watching me as I settled into position on the mat. It took a second before I felt his hand on my shoulder, our eyes staring into each others. He was shaken, deep down. I could tell from his gaze.
"GO!" I shouted.
He was strong, stronger than even his frame suggested. Pretty damn fast too. His first moves took me by surprise but it only took me really throwing my weight into it to return the favor. The two of us strained and struggled, the room slowly filling with the scent of sweat. We were pretty evenly matched and if he'd had time to warm back up, he probably would have beaten me. I caught his arm as he tried to reach around my chest, trying to throw off my center of gravity. I pushed my shoulder forward, rocking with his motions and slamming him hard down onto the mat. I splayed my legs out, shins pinning down his own as my hands pressed down on his biceps.
"I give! I give!" He grunted.
Slowly, I acquiesced. Not before savoring seeing him helpless on the floor, however. He slowly pulled himself to his feet, panting heavily.
"Damn... How'd you do that?"
I crossed my arms over my chest, "Pretty damn well, I'd have to say."
Creig brushed back his thick, black mane with a paw as he shook his head. "You sharked me good. How long have you been wrestling?"
"About three months."
His eyes went wide, "You got that good... geeze..."
"Figured you needed a little lesson." My voice had dropped into it's serious tone.
"Shit, man... I..." He stumbled over the words for a moment before punching one of the wall mats. "You're a fucker, Adam."
I blinked, "What?"
"You're a goddammed fucker." His face was dark red as he turned. "What gives you the right to be so damned..."
"What?" I dared him.
"...so damned good at stuff."
This, I was not expecting.
"You got good grades, you got good stuff.. now you've got a fucking awesome body and you kicked my ass." He slumped back against the wall, "And now I'm a fucking tool 'cause I got sharked."
"Look, Creig," I couldn't believe what I was hearing. You always hear the same tired line in school, 'they're just jealous of you!'. I heard it at least five times a day from the school's sad excuse for a counselor. The fact that most of the people who hassled me were richer, smarter and in better shape than I suggested the observation was flawed. I assumed it was a platitude to keep me from going nuts. Now, here I was facing down that exact same thing. "...it was just a stupid revenge thing. I was tired of you hassling me and I just felt like I needed to do something about it. I don't care about the bet."
He was up on his feet and in my face in a second, "I bet, dammit. You may not think much of me but I'm honest. I'm not gonna lick your feet just because you outdid me."
"Would you just shut up, Creig?" I pushed him back and glared at him. "It isn't all posturing. I didn't do this to be better than you, I did it to show you who much of an ass you were to me and show you I didn't deserve it."
The macho rage drained from his face slowly, "I know. I know you didn't." He sighed, "It ain't much, but I'm sorry, Adam. You're a helluva better guy than me, that's for damn sure."
"So why'd you have to do it, Creig?"
He rubbed his shoulder self-consciously, "Cause the guys were ribbing me. They're on the team and they're partiers and talkin' about girls and I just gotta keep up with 'em. Gotta keep 'em guessing."
"Guessing?"
"I ain't that into girls..."
I felt my eyeridge reach lower orbit. "...you're..."
He shrugged his shoulders at me, "I like dudes, alright. I'm a homo." His gaze lifted to the ceiling, "Can't believe I said that."
"You're kidding..."
"No, I ain't. You think it's easy to talk about around a bunch of guys who wear tight uniforms and grab each other?" He smirked at me, "Not that it matters, betcha already got a chick with a body like that."
What can you possibly say to something like that? The guy I wanted to beat into the ground and laugh at his mangled form was now not only revealing the fact that he really wasn't an asshole but was actually complimenting me.
"Creig... I'm gay too."
His eyes went wide, "I know you're shitting me."
"No. I just kept it under wraps. Never thought I'd meet a guy until I got out of school and by then, I just had fallen into a routine."
"So... you do suck dick?"
I smirked, "I haven't, really. And it doesn't mean you can keep saying that."
"No, no... Dude... Damn..." He looked up at me, a goofy smile on his face, "I ain't never had anyone I could say that to. Never had anyone I thought felt the same..."
I smiled a little in return.
"Adam... you wanna... I mean..."
"Wha?"
I could see him trying to gather his thoughts. "I wanna see you Adam. You know, bare scales. I never really saw a guy like that before outside of pictures." I could tell I'd opened a floodgate and I wasn't sure what to do. "I know it sounds creepy, I just... I wanna know. It's been eatin' me up and I ain't never been near a guy before like that. I mean, wrestlin' is wrestlin' but..."
He looked so cute, standing like that, almost pleading with me. It felt, tingly, to be desired so desperately. It was like my body went on autopilot. I stepped forward and slid my paw down along his cheek. His eyes shut tightly as his whole body shivered under my touch. Gently I nudged up his snout with my own, pressing my lips against his as I pulled him close to me.
I could feel our combined heat in the small room, the scent of our two musks intertwining. My paws along his back as I pressed deeper into the kiss, twisting my tongue along his own. It broke almost as suddenly as I started it, our eyes meeting again.
"Holy shit..." He whispered, his paw resting against my hip. "Dude... you're an awesome kisser."
I grinned and nuzzled gently along his neck before breaking our embrace.
Slowly I slipped myself out of the burgundy singlet I was wearing, letting my sweat-glistening scales out into the open air. Creig's paws were on me in almost a second, his talontips delicately tracing along the curves of my muscled chest. His snout dipped low as he breathed in my scent, pressing his paw against his firm abdominal muscles.
"Adam... you're fucking ripped..." He whispered, running his hands hungrily over my form. His forked tongue flickered along my throat, tasting me as well. "Your body... shit... this is so intense..." His paws squeezed my firm rump as he pressed his snout against my pectorals.
I felt a moistness against my thigh, chuckling a little as I realized how aroused Creig was getting. I certainly wasn't far behind, the bulge of my slit already parted as my own length was exposed to the air.
Creig continued to explore me, kissing and tracing his tongue and claws over every inch of my naked form. My shaft throbbed with need as I felt every caress, watching this stud in his own right as he worshiped me.
He stood up slowly, letting his hands wander up my calves and thighs before tracing along my sides. His smooth, scaled lips trailed over my cheek before pressing firmly against my own. I could feel his own cock, dribbling madly behind the spandex, as it pressed against the underside of my own.
I slid my paws over his shoulders, pushing the singlet down as I pressed firmly into the kiss. I teased along his exposed scales, tracing my own claws over his lithe curves and tight form. He certainly wasn't lacking the muscle department either. Every inch was taut with thick cords of muscle, his thighs tensed as he subconsciously began to buck against me.
I broke the kiss as his singlet fell to the floor at his feet, staring into his eyes.
"One of us is going to have to fuck the other..." I growled lustily. "I'll wrestle you for it."
His teeth gleamed as he grinned wide, his arms encircling me as we collapsed to the floor. All pretense of sport fell away as we exchanged gropes and kisses, our sweaty bodies writhing against each other on the mat. He got the upper hand on me at once, locking me down against the mat. I almost cried out as I felt him press inside me in a single stroke, filling me with that thick dragoncock. My thighs tensed as I squeezed around him, milking at his shaft. He growled, bucking into me hard once as he lifted his head upwards. I took the moment to slide out of his weakening grasp, whimpering as I let him slip from me. As much as I would have liked to forfeit, I wasn't about to pass up the chance to try him out in return.
I pressed both arms upwards, rolling him over onto his back and pinning him down. His legs reflexively wrapped around my waist, reacting as if I was a average opponent. I growled and arched my back, lifting his lower half enough to line up with my own cock. In the haze he only barely realized what I'd done before I plunged into him to the hilt.
"Oh, FUCK YEAH!" He growled, clenching down around me tightly. I could feel myself about to lose it as Creig's velvety insides worked me over thoroughly. My balls tensed up as I let loose with a torrent of pent-up cum. I shot hard and deep into his backside, shivering as I felt his tail arch up and plunge into me in return. My whole body was on fire as I felt his hands grab me suddenly. He slipped off me, leaving me to shoot against the floor for a moment before throwing me down on the mat again. All I could feel was my spasming cock, splattering my abdomen, until he hilted in me again.
Then the second orgasm hit.
I clenched down like a vice around his cock, milking it as my own shot another watery load between the both of us. His body tensed as he bucked against me needfully, pounding against my spasming prostate. It only served to drive me further, bucking back against him needfully. I gripped him tightly, squeezing his rump as he unloaded into my eager backside.
The two of us, sticky, sweaty and exhausted, lay there on the mats, gently holding each other. I don't remember much else about the night, but we managed to get ourselves together enough to make it back to my dorm room.
It's been a few weeks since then and Creig's never hassled me again. He still wrestles but he's also pursuing his other desire, to be an architect. Never had the confidence to take on the math, but with a good tutor like me, he's been getting straight A's. It's really changed him for the better. In turn, he refused to let me go back to slacking physically. He insists on keeping me in top shape and got me a place on the wrestling team as well.
Now if you'll excuse me, the two of us need to go... practice.
Alot.