Gay Bar Revenge Gangbang

After being unwillingly outed, all Matt wants is a quiet place where he can have a drink or ten. He never planned on running into Dec, the gay boy he used to bully back in high school. Dec, no longer a scrawny kid willing to take abuse, is delighted at his chance to settle an old score. But how far is he willing to go in the name of revenge? And how will Matt react when the tables are turned?

WARNING: Contains hot, sexy man-on-man action and a variety of filthy deeds!

Excerpt:
Feeling cold, Matt abandoned his stool and stumbled to the bathroom. He didn’t have to go, but he could do with a moment of privacy and some cool water running over his wrists.
“Fuck,” he said out loud to his pale reflection in the mirror.
He’d left all this high school bullshit behind years ago. Dec didn’t even look like the same kid he’d pushed around back then. He’d filled out, he no longer wore paperclip necklaces and form-fitting girl-cut shirts. His ash-blond hair was shorter, its tips no longer dyed wild colors. That part of their lives was over. Why the hell did Dec have to bring it all back, now of all times?
When he left the bathroom, someone tackled him. Matt was slammed into the opposite wall face-first, so hard he couldn’t breathe, barely catching himself with his hands before he would have smashed his nose. He didn’t manage to react in time to prevent himself from being pinned by another, stronger body. His right arm was wrenched painfully behind his back.
“Sorry sweetheart. Couldn’t resist the opportunity.”
Dec.
“Fuck off,” Matt growled. “I’m not in the goddamn mood, so can we please do this another time?” He really didn’t want a fight right now. His day had been shitty enough.
“Not in the mood, huh? Poor Mattie. Maybe I can get you there.”
Matt’s eyes widened when Dec moved even closer, and the hard outline of the other man’s cock pressed into his ass. Then Dec ground against him aggressively. Matt pressed back without meaning to. It was an instinct he had controlled for so long, and now that it no longer mattered, the leash had slipped from his hands.
Another slow grind. Dec’s hot breath on his neck. His own cock, hardening, pressing painfully into the cold wall.
God it felt good.
The hand that had been clamped around his wrist loosened, then moved away and grasped a large chunk of his hair instead. When Dec tilted Matt’s head to the side and dragged his teeth along the line of Matt’s neck, he could no longer keep silent.
“Changing your mind?” Dec asked, as if Matt’s small moans weren’t evidence enough of it. Then the other man’s lips found his earlobe and sucked, slowly and languidly.