The Ape Man

Hi guys, I have been writing this story for ages, I got it in my head and it wouldn't let me go. It started out to be a BTB my usual type of story, then the characters took over. So, I ended up with this, sorry no BTB, no cheating wife just a sad story about a man that just doesn't fit.

There is some violence and yes some sex scenes, Strictly speaking, our MC is a cuckold but not as we understand it. If I had to call it anything it would be a love story but there is revenge but not on the wife.

I hope you will forgive me for this rendition I'll try not to do it again.

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I sat on the back porch rocking gently in my aunt's old rocking chair watching the world go by. I had three fingers of JD over ice in one hand and a gorgeous blond curled up on my lap and fast asleep and I thought back on my past life.

I was the middle child my elder brother Frank was the apple of my parents' eyes, but me, not so much. My sister Sarah was doted on by my dad and my parents gave them everything they wanted. Why may you ask? When my brother was born he was a healthy ten-pound baby with blond hair and blue eyes. My sister weighed in at six pounds five ounces with blond hair and blue eyes. Both were normal births and both were normally proportioned. I on the other hand was not, I was eight pounds, with black hair and was viewed as a freak. My arms were abnormally long with large hands reaching to my knees. My dad accused my mom of sleeping around and no amount of her denying it would appease my dad. He called me a throwback or the missing link and disowned me on the spot.

My brother at sixteen was six foot tall and the football team captain of our school and could do no wrong, academically he was thick as shit. I was two years younger and six inches shorter but was captain of the chess club and the school general knowledge team. As I was growing up I was awkward and would often trip over my own feet so my mom sent me to dance classes. This was to teach me balance and poise, not so much for my sake to save her from embarrassment over my clumsiness. After coming home with a split lip on several occasions my mom enrolled me in an after-school boxing club. This was the turning point of my life. The club was at an old-style gym that smelt of sweat and liniment and I loved it. Thanks to my dance lessons I was nimble on my feet and for once in my life my extra-long arms were an advantage. The trainer started me off by lifting weights to toughen me up. Six months later I was fighting above my weight and winning but my main interest was in weightlifting. There was a weightlifting club at the gym and I joined up, I still boxed to keep my hand in. My brother at seventeen was now six foot three and built like a linebacker and some scouts were showing an interest. My parents were so proud of their eldest son Sarah and I were barely noticed or tolerated. I was just beginning to notice girls. I was sitting at lunch one day when one of the cheerleaders sat opposite me. I was waiting for one of the jocks to come and sit down and start ridiculing me about my long arms. (I was known as the ape-man) Instead, she looked at me shyly and said.

''You're Frank's little brother aren't you?''

Expecting some sort of ridicule I replied.

''What of it?''

''Frank says you're some sort of genius is that right?''

Still not trusting her I replied.

''Compared to Frank that could describe a door mouse with learning difficulties.''

She laughed out loud.

''So true but the truth is I need a tutor I'm about to fail math. if I don't get at least a B+ I won't be able to get into Berkeley next year and my dad won't buy me that Porsche he promised. Mom says if I get tuition she'll pay ten dollars an hour, are you interested?''

Fucking right I was interested but I didn't want to waste time with an airhead.

''Yes I'm interested but you will have to work hard and not wave me off so you can go out or I'll walk. Can you make that sort of commitment?

She practically jumped for joy and hugged my neck.

''I promise, and if you get me through I'll owe you big time.''

We made arrangements to meet the following evening after my weightlifting class.

Her name was Gloria and she was beautiful and way out of my class so I had no illusions about romance. She did study hard and my savings account grew accordingly. Her grades went up so her parents were pleased, but the best bit for me was she and her parents spread the word and I was soon in demand. I tutored several other failing seniors and even made some friends. One day a jock with a couple of his friends stopped me on my way home.

''You're the arshole who's been seeing my girl you little shit and I'm going to teach you not to mess with other guys girls.''

He then pushed me but when I didn't fall over he took a swing which I dodged easily. I tried to explain I was only tutoring her but he wasn't having any of it. He took another swing which I dodged, I stepped in and put my fist into his stomach and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. As I stepped away his friends decided to join in but before they could do anything the wrestling coach stepped in.

''If you boys want to fight come to the gym tomorrow night after school and you can fight there one-on-one not three against one now clear off.''

We all went our separate ways but the next night I was the only one to show up at the gym. There was a wrestling session in progress and I stayed to watch as my usual pupil was away with her parents for the week. The coach came over to me and said he was impressed that I had shown up, he then asked me if I would like to join the team. I said I would like to try it, and that was the start of my wrestling career.

Frank was still the favourite with Sarah coming a close second, and I being a disappointment came last. For Frank's 16

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birthday, he got a three-year-old Nissan Warrior, I got an old scooter and when Sarah reached 16 she got a two-year-old Toyota. Frank would rub it in every chance he got but Sarah said I could borrow her car whenever I wanted and seemed embarrassed. In the middle of Frank's final year, he came to me to ask for a favour. Could I tutor him in math, English and biology it seems his winning a football scholarship just wasn't enough, he actually needed at least a B in these subjects to go to his preferred college. I nearly split my sides laughing, what a fucking cheek. However, after some thought I agreed but only at the weekend, this would put a serious crimp in his social life.

One day while I was having lunch Sandra Lynch came and sat next to me and put her hand on my thigh.

''Hi Jay, do you mind if I join you?''

No fucking way was I going to say no I hadn't even kissed a girl and I was 15 and my hormones and little head were saying YES, YES, YES. I tried to play it cool.

''Ok if you want to it's fine by me.''

As we sat there talking she was stroking my thigh and I felt a little uncomfortable in my lower region.

''Jay the summer dance is in two weeks would you like to take me?''

''Yeah sure why not?''

And that was my first date I didn't care if she had been out with every boy in school, anyway, I needed to learn something. I had my Sunday going to church suit so I would wear that. I hired a car using some of the money I had saved up from tutoring and picked her up at 7 sharp. Her parents didn't even come to the door to see me. We arrived at the dance and I walked in with her on my arm looking like the cat that got the cream. We sat down with some of her friends who gave me a smirk, my brother came over and patted my back.

''Well, done squirt (I never topped 5' 8'' and never would) and walked away smirking. This should have given me a clue that all was not as it seemed but I was a horny teenager so sue me. I went and got her a fruit punch making sure it wasn't laced with anything and we had a dance or two. We were sitting and catching our breath when she leaned into me and said.

''I came here with you because Frank asked me to but I'm leaving with Frank, he just wanted to prove what a looser you are.''

She then started laughing at me and the rest of her friends joined in chanting looser and clapping their hands. I felt tears of shame falling down my cheeks as I was laughed out of the dance.

I refused to tutor my brother anymore and he went to my dad, I told him what had happened and he just told me to get over it. The next day when I got home Frank was waiting for me.

''Listen you little shit if you don't help me I won't get into college so get your books out and let's get started.''

''After the stunt, you pulled I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire so fuck off.''

Frank hit me on the side of the head but as I had been boxing I knew how to ride it out and when I punched him back he hit the floor. He was lying there confused with his lip bleeding when Dad came in to see what was going on.

''Did you hit your brother?''

''Well, he hit me first.''

''You little bastard go and wait for me in the tool shed.''

I did as he told me and waited in the tool shed, it wasn't the first time he had beaten me because of Frank but it would be the last. A few minutes later he came into the shed with his belt in his hands.

''Assume the position.'' (he wanted me to bend over the bench)

''No.''

''What did you say.''

''I said no.''

That's when he lost it, as I hoped he would he grabbed me by the wrist and tried to force me to bend over. I struggled and this only made him even more angry, he hit me on the side of the head and I saw stars for a moment. Which gave him time to bend me over, as he thrashed me with his belt much harder than usual I knew I had him. I could feel the blood sticking to my pants where the edge of the belt had cut me. When he let go of me I picked up an old lamp and hit him with it. He fell down giving me a chance to escape. I bolted out of the back gate and went straight to the sheriff's station to report child abuse. When the deputy looked at my bruised face and the blood on my pants she called the child services agency. While I was waiting for them to arrive my Dad was brought into the station in handcuffs. If looks could kill I would be dead but I just smiled back at him, I think it was then that he realised I had set him up.

A child services officer came and took me to the hospital to be examined. The doctor said I had taken a severe beating but there was no permanent damage. As my father was in custody the officer took me home to my mother and said she was taking me into protective custody and would my mother pack me some things. Mom packed a small bag and gave it to the officer all the while crying and asking me what I had done. The officer obviously angry at her attitude spoke.

''Mrs Price instead of accusing your son of provoking his Father perhaps you should be more concerned about his injuries.''

And with that, we left my hateful home. My father was charged with assaulting a minor and sentenced to three years suspended as it was his first offence and Mom and Frank said he was normally a loving Father and husband. But he was forbidden to come within two hundred feet of me which meant I couldn't go back home. Fortunately, my aunt Marie only lived ten miles away and as my school was still the closest I could still attend that school. I had just turned 16 and had been given an old scooter for my birthday so I could get to school on my own. My aunt drove an old pickup and collected all my stuff including my scooter and brought it to my new home. My aunt and I had always got on very well and the transmission was easy.

I would get up an hour earlier have breakfast and drive the ten miles to school at the end of the day I would tutor for a couple of hours and then go to the gym. I would be home by 9 pm have a meal with my aunt do my homework and go to bed. This arrangement worked fine for the next few years and suited my lifestyle. I never dated I was consumed with being fit and making money to be less of a drain on my aunt's finances. I brought all my clothes, books, and lunches and even upgraded my scooter to a new one. I kept the scooter instead of buying a car because it was so cheap to run and I could always borrow my aunt's pickup if I needed four wheels.

I was now in my final year before going to College I had been awarded a full scholarship for my academic achievements. (I had led the general knowledge team to two state victories) My brother had won a football scholarship and attended a second-rate college due to his low grades. My eighteenth birthday came seven months into my final year and I was still a virgin. That changed one night when I was tutoring one of the girls who had witnessed my humiliation when things suddenly changed.

I was instantly defensive.

''One of the boys from the wrestling team said you were well-equipped in the dick department. I was wondering if you had ever used it, well have you?

I was struck dumb for a full minute and just sat there with my mouth open.

''Well, have you or are you still a virgin?''

''Yeah well,....... that is....... yes, I'm still a virgin.''

I must have gone a bright red as I stuttered my reply and looked at the floor hoping it would swallow me. She put her hand on my thigh and said.

''Well, I think we should do something about that don't you?''

I gulped and looked into her eyes like a frightened dear.

They say you always remember the first time and boy were they right.

She took my hands and stood me up then unbuckled my pants, I looked at the door and she saw me and said.

''My parents are at a PTA meeting and won't be back for at least a couple of hours so get undressed.''

I did as I was told and we were soon both soon naked. She pushed me onto the bed and started to stroke my rapidly hardening penis.

''Jay I'm going to give you a BJ so that you'll last longer when you fuck me so don't hold back.''

She then took my by now rigid cock into her warm wet mouth and started to bob her head up and down. She could only get about three inches in before she started to gag but she kept trying. I realised I was about to cum and tried to pull out but she held on tight and swallowed the lot. She pulled her mouth off with an audible pop and sat looking at my still-rampant tool.

''Oh, Jay you're still hard, lay back on the bed and let me do the rest.''

She started stroking me while fingering her pussy, she then climbed on top and slowly lowered herself onto my manhood a bit at a time. Once I was three-quarters of the way in she started to rock back and forth whilst moaning.

''Oh yes oh yes oh god this feels so good.''

I had to agree I had never felt anything like it was even better than the BJ she had given me. It felt like I was in a wet velvet tunnel that was squeezing me, and every now and then I would bottom out on her cervix and she would let out a little whimper. She kept this up for several minutes then started to go faster and try to get all of me into her. Suddenly she arched her back screamed and dropped onto my cock burying me deep inside her. I couldn't hold back anymore and filled her pussy up with my load. She fell off to one side panting heavily.

''Oh god Jay that was fantastic, but you mustn't tell anyone I don't want my boyfriend to find out. This was just a one-off, I just needed to see if I could take it. Thank you so much that was a dream come true.''

I continued to tutor her for the rest of the term but never did get to fuck her again. However, I kept quiet but she didn't and the same episode played out with several of the girls I tutored (I only fucked the eighteen-year-olds as I didn't want to end up on the sex offenders list.) Then one evening I went to tutor one of my girls and was let in by her mother.

''Hi, Jay Linda's not here today she's doing extra cheerleaders practice and won't be home for another couple of hours. Come into the lounge I want to talk to you.''

I wasn't overly worried as Linda was only sixteen and I hadn't fucked her so it wasn't that. I made myself comfortable while Mrs Drake made coffee and wondered what this was about. When Mrs drake came in with two coffees and set them down, she then surprised me by sitting next to me on the sofa closer than necessary. Let me tell you about Mrs Drake She is about 38 years old about 5' 3'' tall with a killer body a pixie-like face and saucy eyes and divorced.

''What did you want to talk to me about Mrs Drake?''

''Please call me Carol when we're alone Mrs Drake makes me feel old.''

''Oh, I don't think your old er....... Carol.''

''I'm glad to hear it, now as to what I wanted to talk to you about is this. I pick up a couple of other girls to take to school and although they think I can't hear them whispering I can. And I heard all about the stunt your brother pulled last year, are you with me so far?''

''Er yes, I think so.''

''Well, is it true, are you well-endowed and have a 10-inch cock? Before you say anything I also know you've been fucking some of the girls you tutor.''

''I've never fucked Linda I swear it, all the girls are over eighteen.''

I babbled this out in a panic.

''It's all right Jay I know that I also know she is no virgin but that's another matter. Have you ever been with an older woman say my age?''

''No only with the girls of my age and they just use me and get off, they won't even let me touch their parts as they all have boyfriends.''

''In that case, you're in for a treat.''

She then took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Over the next two hours, she not only let me touch her bits but instructed me how to make her come with both my hands and tongue. For the rest of the term, I would visit her at least once a week for further instruction. I visited her on the last day before I went to college and she said she would miss our time together and I should call if ever I was in town.

As I started college my brother was being kicked out of his for failing grades. It turned out he wasn't the football player he thought he was and the scouts were no longer interested in him. My Dad owned a small construction company and he went to work there as a junior office assistant. Dad sent him to evening college to get a qualification in construction management with the condition. If you fail again I'm washing my hands of you.

Aunt Marie was so proud of me when I was awarded Valor Victorian. My parents didn't show up at graduation, I wasn't surprised.

I started at my new college studying Business management, accounting and psychology. I also took two courses at our local community college in the evening nutrition and physical education. I wanted to open my own gym eventually. The college I chose was only twenty miles from my aunt's house so I commuted each day much to the joy of my aunt. I avoided any romantic involvement as I wanted to study. I said goodbye to my friends at the gym and my boxing instructor recommended one local to my college.

I wasted no time in signing up at the gym but found they no longer had boxing as part of their itinerary. The owner Phill Harding welcomed me to the gym as my old coach had called him and said I would be by. He was in his sixties but as fit as a butcher's dog. The gym was divided into two parts, downstairs was an old-fashioned gym like my old one. Upstairs was a bit more modern with exercise machines. The gym didn't offer boxing but it did have a weightlifting club and an MMA school, I signed up for both.

At college it soon became apparent I was a very quick learner and my professor arranged for me to test for Mensa. Unfortunately, I failed to enter my score being lower than the 98-percentile required so I was just under genius level. I dropped Chess but had to continue with the general knowledge team as part of my scholarship deal. When my academic achievements became well known I again was approached for extra tuition and I started to earn some welcome money.