“Fuck!” I cry out, embarrassed that I’m feeling so much pleasure. I never thought I would ever be in this position, literally, THIS physical position. I’m still trying to comprehend how this could have happened at all. I’m not usually the one being pushed face down into a mattress while a kid half my size pounds my ass unmercifully, like he has something to prove. I’m usually the one in control, the alpha, the player who manipulates and the one doing all the fucking.
This kid is showing no mercy, either. He’s riding my ass like he has something to prove. For a kid his size, he’s fucking hung, and he is unusually strong. The kid’s got skills. He’s obviously done this before and he’s good at it. He’s a mind-fucker because he fucked with mine and he won. It must be his superpower.
“FUCK!” he barks out suddenly. Damn it, I think he just came in my ass… AGAIN! This is load number three and he doesn’t seem like he’s ready to stop. He’s a fuck-machine. What the fuck is up with this kid?
He lowers himself down on my back, his mouth next to my ear. His breath is warm, and he pants, “Like that, big man? Huh? Like that dick, bitch?”
Normally, I’d fucking choke out a dude for calling me a bitch but seeing as I’m the one pushing my ass back onto his cock and whimpering like a bitch, I guess I am a bitch.
I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s broken me, but if I don’t, he might stop fucking me and right now I don’t want that.
“Just keep fucking me, dude,” I beg but with defiance in my tone.
“Yeah, you’re loving this aren’t you, big guy?” he gloated over me like I was being conquered and I think I was. “You didn’t see me coming did you? Huh?” he asked with a yank of my hair.
For some reason, I found that extremely erotic and strangely natural to be controlled.
I grunted as he jammed his cock in my hole. “Don’t stop fucking me,” I begged again, I sounded pathetic, weak, and emasculated.
He laughed with a sneer; I could hear it in his voice. He thought I was pathetic too, maybe. He wasn’t being nice and it’s like he knew I didn’t want him to be. Why should he be nice? I’m not nice. I don’t really give a shit about guys I’m fucking. I just wanted a nice piece of ass to get me through the night. That’s all he’s doing too, so maybe this is payback. Maybe I wasn’t as hot as I thought I was.
We’ve been at this for a few hours. Just when I think he needs a break, he reloads and starts fucking again. I let this happen. Maybe it’s what I’ve wanted all along or maybe it’s him. Maybe this is all about who he is and what he is. It’s a circumstance I’ve not foreseen, a much smaller guy fucking a much bigger man. Maybe this is the scenario that tipped me over the edge and into submission, the stars were aligned.
When the evening started, I was on the prowl for a hot guy with a tight hole. That was the way it was every Friday night after a hard work week. I usually always went to same bar, the one where I know everyone, and everyone knows me, or they know OF me. My reputation is somewhat cloudy and I’m not ashamed to be known as a player, a man-slut. I’m not relationship material and I don’t pretend to be. I love to fuck, and I fuck a lot. I’m a tall, broad 6’4” so it’s hard to miss me when I walk into a room.
But this night, something happened. I stood in my usual spot, holding court when I notice this “kid” cruising me. I say kid because he looked young, at least college age, but he had to be at least twenty-one since we were in a bar. Maybe he looked young because he couldn’t have been taller than five-seven. Even from far away I could see his shorter body was nothing to sneeze at. His body was tight and on point. He was built like a gymnast, round biceps, strong traps, and bulbous shoulders. The shirt he was wearing was skintight, his abs were visible through the material and his waist was tiny. His jeans were also tight, molded to his muscular quads and to his pert, round, bubble butt.
His eyes were intense, laser focused, and I could see they were an unusual bright blue, almost iridescent. Very thick, dark eyelashes gave him the appearance of wearing eyeliner which was probably what made his eyes pop. His thick, jet-black hair was groomed short on the sides and longer on the top. The kid exuded confidence like it was an aura that surrounded his body.
I thought he may be one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen.
Something about the way he looked at me was intimidating. It wasn’t the usual look guys gave me, one of desire, envy, awe. No, this look was like he was watching his prey, hunting, prowling, ready to pounce.
By this time, I would normally have made my way to him or motioned him over, but I waited for him to make the first move, something uncharacteristic of me. He drank a beer and just continued to stare.
After a long time of feeling like I was being stalked, I made my way to the pisser to get rid of some beer. When I came back, the kid was in my spot. It was a stare down, like two lions ready to fight, or more like a lion ready to attack a limpy gazelle, me being the latter.
“You need another drink,” he said matter-of-factly.
“I do?” I asked with a raised skeptical eyebrow.
“You seem a little out of your comfort zone,” he said to me, his eyes traveling up my bicep.
Huh? This dude was speaking in code or something. “What was your name again?” I asked annoyed.
“I didn’t give it and you know it,” he said snidely and after a beat he said, “Jason.”
He cut me off with, held up a finger to quiet me and said, “I know who you are.”
I was taken aback. What the fuck? Who the fuck does he think he is talking to me like a nobody?
“Let’s get you another drink,” he stated.
I was put off. “No, dude. I’m good,” I said shaking my head as I turned. He grabbed my elbow, I spun back around and looked down at his hand and then back up to him. This kid had balls. “You have two seconds to let go, little man,” I threatened.
Still holding on, he smiled and said, “Come on, big man. Don’t be mad. Let me buy you a drink,” he said a little condescendingly. Then he added, “I promise I’ll play nice.”
“Maybe I won’t,” I shot back, yanking my arm away, and looking down at him, but he looked up with a devious smile. I was so torn. He pissed me off and turned me on at the same time. I liked his forwardness.
“Come on,” he said, charming with a nod. Then I felt his hand on the small of my back and he guided me to the bar. I was confused when he did that, confused that I let him. I could feel his confidence radiate from him like a warm wave. Without asking me, he ordered me a drink and while we waited for it, his hand lowered to my ass.
“Wow, you’re a big boy. Solid,” he said as he patted my ass. “Everywhere. I like a little extra back there.”
I looked down at him, the look on my face must have been one of flabbergasted. He just smirked back.
“You’re a ballsy little guy,” I said condescendingly.
“Oh, dude, you have no idea,” he responded with a wink. “It’s not against the law to compliment a beautiful man on his body, mainly his ass.”
Ok, I thought, maybe he’s just a heavy flirter, it’s obvious he likes my body and he’s a hot little fucker. But he spoke and acted like he was a foot taller than he was. I had to admit it was hot.
I shook my head and scoffed. “My ass is off limits, look but don’t fuck,” I sneered.
“Shame. It’s fuckable,” he commented with a sexy nod to the back of me.
I cocked my head. No one has ever said THAT to me. My ass is fuckable? That’s a good thing. Who doesn’t want to hear that? I say it all the time. I found it sexy that he liked my ass, he seemed fixated on it. I like compliments and had I realized what was happening I would have known he was buttering me up because he knew I was the kind of guy who responded well to compliments.
Softening my tone, secretly hoping for more compliments, I shrugged my massive shoulders and said, “Lots of squats.”
“It shows. You really are fucking perfect. Perfect hair, perfect face, perfect body, perfect ass,” he smoldered when he said ass. His hand was massaging my ass cheek. I felt like he was putting me in a trance.
“I think we should get out of here,” he said, nodding to the door.
I opened my mouth to speak but he kept talking, “I don’t live far, catch an Uber, go back to my place, and fuck.”
I recoiled. Wow, that was more forward than even I’ve ever been. It was very sexy coming from his cute mouth. His demeanor was very confident.
I suddenly was speechless. His boldness was a complete turn on. His aggressiveness was hot, and his confidence sparked something in me. He might be fun.
When the beer came, he took it, guided me back and handed it to me. “Here you go, big guy. Drink up.” His hand moved back down to my ass, taking possession.
I drank the beer in silence which wasn’t like me. He continuously scanned my body, his neck craning up. His head came to my collarbone. He had the most gorgeous eyes. A few times, which happened often, a few hot men would walk by and compliment me or hit on me with their eyes. One guy stopped and tried to engage me, but Jason stepped in between us with his hand up and just said bluntly, “Move along. He’s not available.”
I just stood there like a dumbass and said nothing. I liked his confidence and I think I liked being a possession, claimed.
“You’re the strong quiet type?” he asked.
“No,” I answered quietly. “I’m just not accustomed to being treated like…”
“Did you just call me your bitch?” I asked him, back to being inflamed.
“So?” he replied nonchalantly.
He rolled his eyes. “You’re pretty when you’re angry,” he said dripping with taunting sarcasm. “Gorgeous, in fact.”
I looked at him, my eyes conveying my thoughts to him, that he was insane or just fucked up. But damn it, he was so fucking handsome, so beautiful, so confident. Even though he was being an asshole, he intrigued me, and I don’t know why. It was more then obvious he was strongly attracted to me and even more obvious he was obsessed, and I liked it. Even though he was just trying to get his rocks off, he actually made me feel like he would do anything for me, protect me. Even though he was smaller, he could hold his own. I felt like I had met my match, finally. This must be what guys felt like when I hit on them. They never saw it coming and neither did I this time.
“You’re confused. Good,” he said, nodding his head in approval. “Finish that off. We’re leaving,” he announced.
I looked down at the bottle and then back to him. He nodded his head and looked at me raising both eyebrows which told me to hurry up. So, I did what he told me to do, and I guzzled it down.
“Good boy,” Jason said with a pat to my lower back. He then guided me to the exit.
“Where… where are we going?” I asked not even thinking I should be trying to stay.
“I told you. My place,” he smiled but there was mischief in that smile.
“You’re place?” I must have sounded like an idiot.
“You’re staying over,” said Jason holding the door for me.
“No, dude. I have to get up early and…,”
“Oh, I don’t care,” he said waving me off. “We’ll be done before morning.”
An Uber appeared and he led me into the back seat. He told the driver where to go and lay his hand on my knee. I started to come to my senses and protest but that’s when he reached over, cupped my chin, and pulled me in for a kiss. When his lips touched mine, I know it’s cliché, but fireworks! A zip of electricity coursed though my body. He was the perfect kisser, so passionate, so true. I found my hands starting to roam over his body, feeling the hardness of his biceps and his chest muscles. I ventured down to his crotch and found a very disproportionately huge cock, hard in his pants.
Jason’s hands were all over me and once again, they felt possessive. He was reveling in the trophy he won for taking down his prey. I fucking loved it. He broke the kiss when we arrived at his condo. Before we were even inside the door, we were attacking each other again, slurping noises, and moans, and groans emanated from the walls.
I had a moment of lucidity and pushed back from him. “Who the fuck are you?” I asked him with awe in my eyes.
“Your downfall, big guy,” he grinned, taking my hand, and pulling me to his bedroom.
The look on Derek’s face that first night. Of course, I know his name is Derek. Everyone in the bar knows him. He’s a legend and he knew it, and I asked around. It seems I hit the lottery my first time in this bar. That first time I saw him, he’s gorgeous, handsome, muscular, and just… big, I was entranced. He’s a pretty, pretty boy too, like a model. Derek is one of those guys who when he walks into a room, everyone just stops and stares. When someone is that good-looking, people will jump through hoops to be close to him. My mission was accomplished, I turned him, so to speak. I knew I could, there was no question. What surprised me was how easy it was. Derek was there for the taking so, I took.
I get off on the sheer underestimating guys do when they meet me, and size me up. Yeah, I’m a short five-seven but I’m a tight, compact, very muscular five-seven, I can pack a punch. I see my smaller size as a benefit. I was a gymnast in high school and college, even wrestled a bit. Gymnastics made my body hard and muscular, giving me that sleek, streamlined, solid look. It gave me confidence and that overshadowed any insecurities I might have for being smaller.
Every guy assumes I’m a hot, little muscle bottom. I have the ass for it. They think they are going to throw me around, dominate me, breed me. But I’m a top in a bottom’s body, a Gold Star Top, meaning I’ve never bottomed, and I don’t plan on it. I like my bottoms tall, muscular, and masculine. I like the feeling of laying on them and not even covering half their body. It’s such a power trip. I feel superior to them. Up until now, I’m a “fuck and kick to the curb” kind of guy but with Derek, it’s different. He’s my dream man and he’s perfect. I could see myself with him long term.
Derek looks like a top, that’s what attracted me to him. He’s masculine, and oozed sexiness and charisma. He’s just my type. He’s tall, at least six-three, he towers about me. He’s classically handsome with the kind of look that will sustain into old age. His body is a work of art, built broad, all muscle and ripped. He’s cocky and confident, it shows in the way he carries himself. You can tell he goes after what he wants, and he gets it. He’s the perfect trophy husband. I knew what to do. He seeks attention, craves it. He needs validation from others, needs to be the center of the universe. I just had to show him I was the center of his universe. I accomplished that by showering him with compliments. He took the bait.
That first night, I gave myself an hour before talking to him. I wanted him to see me and feel uncomfortable in his own skin. He was so busy scoping out the crowed bar for his next prey that I took him off guard when he found me and I was aggressively cruising him, he didn’t know what hit him. He zeroed in on me like I knew he would. I waited before I took his spot while he headed to the bathroom. He saw me when he came back, and I could tell he was surprised. I didn’t even give him a chance to speak, I just started in. I did the classic power move by not letting him tell me his name and that shocked him. It was a great power play and it left him confused.
I was aggressive in my gestures, putting my hand on his lower back and guiding him through the bar like he was leashed. He was like putty in my hands. He said nothing when I groped his ass, he just let me do it.
He was easily manipulated into leaving with me. But it was what happened in the Uber that changed everything. We kissed and it was like… fireworks. It’s so fucking cliché but there was no other way to explain it.
Once we were naked, Jason pushed me back on to the bed and lifted my legs into the air. He buried his head between my legs and proceeded to eat my hole better than I’ve ever had. He was down there for a good 20 minutes when he let my legs down, grabbed my ankles, and flipped my around onto my stomach. He slowly mounted me and rubbed his cock up and down the crack of my ass and rubbed it against my hole.
I was suddenly afraid and said, “Wait, wait, wait.”
I felt cold lube being drizzled on my hole and then a finger being pushed through. My body tensed up and my hole closed like a vice.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Tighten that hole,” he said with excitement. “Show me how you’re gonna take my cock, bro.”
“Jason, stop,” I begged until he added another finger, and he scraped my prostate. “Whoa, oh my God!” I cried out, feeling that buzz of electricity you feel when your button gets pressed.
He laughed and said, “There it is, big guy. Just think about my thick cock banging against that all night long.”
I came to my senses and tried to explain, “Wait. Go slow. I’ve never been fucked.”
“I know, big guy. There’s a first time for everything,” he shrugged as he began to finger-bang my hole which sent me into convulsions of pleasure.
I felt him slide his fingers out and his weight shifted. I suddenly had second thoughts.
“Dude, I don’t think…,” I started but he pushed the head of his dick in my hole which made me scream out.
It hurt! Suddenly, I realized what every guy I’d ever fucked felt like. “FUCK! TAKE IT OUT!”
He stopped pushing and said, “Shhh, big guy. Relax, dude. Relax and it will get better. I promise, bro.”
I gritted my teeth and growled though them. “JASON! Please, man. It fucking hurts!”
“Come on, babe. Push out and I’ll snap right in. Your ass is so tight, big guy. Take it like a man, don’t be a pussy.”
He was challenging me, and I always take a challenge, it’s in my nature. No one calls me a pussy. I took some quick breaths and then did what he told me to do. I bared down and his cock slid right down to the root. My eyes flew open, and I lost my breath, my mouth went dry.
“Oh, my fucking God!” I moaned, pushing my ass up.
I heard him take a deep breath and then sigh as he stopped at the bottom. “Oh fuck…,” I could tell he was in ecstasy, that my ass must be a perfect fit. “So, motherfucking good! Fucking warm, tight hole,” he said with his head thrown back.
He then began to pull out and then he started to saw his way into my ass, I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. So, this is what it’s like for all those bottoms I had fucked, slamming away at their asses, and getting off inside of them.
“OH MY GOD! Fucking feels so good! Keep fucking me!” I called out.
“I knew once I got my dick in you, you’d be mine,” he laughed as he started to really slam down into my ass.
I remember when I was the big dog, the alpha male who always got what I wanted. I could fuck two or three different guys in a day sometimes. I’d hit up Grindr and my profile would light up like a Christmas tree and I could have my choice. My record was four guys in one day, except for a few group fucks on vacations or business trips, I loved group sex. The one that sticks out the most was the Palm Springs ten-man orgy of mostly jarheads on leave. That was a night of unabashed, no-holds-barred fucking and breeding. Every guy left that party with my load in their gut.
I never imagined falling for a guy, I wanted to do nothing but fuck ass, and that’s what I did. It was such a power trip. I didn’t care who the guy was if he was hot, muscular, and masculine.
I think I held the record for the most straight guys turned, at least for a few hours, long enough to experience getting fucked for the first time. When straight guys meet me for the first time, they assume I’m straight. I fit the typical straight jock mold. Often, I caught husbands and boyfriends watching me, I’d catch them, and they would look away. After a while, those same guys were eating out of the palm of my hand. They found the courage to finally approach me, ask me questions about my work outs, nutrition routines, generally, be in awe.
Once these guys found out I was gay, then the true curiosity was peaked. Most couldn’t believe it and then they felt odd because they had complimented me on my body just minutes earlier.
The bolder ones would ask me questions like, what kind of men did I like, when did I know I was gay, have I ever slept with women. These guys really gave themselves away, that they were open to experimenting with a guy like me. The questions would turn sexual, what’s anal sex like, what’s it like to kiss a guy. I got them all worked up and then I had them.
You would think they would just want to go easy their first time out and just kiss or jerk off. Not with me. Kissing and jerking were the appetizers. Fucking their ass was the main course. Dessert was loading them up with my swimmers. Some felt like complete shit when I was done with them, and they would slink out of my apartment never to be heard from again. Others had their eyes opened and always came back for more, the wife was out of town, or the girlfriend was out on a “girl’s night.” It didn’t matter. I was their man crush; fantasy fuck and I didn’t give a shit if they never wanted a repeat, but they always did. I loved the midnight texts from a drunk frat boy wanting to suck dick and do a little anal. It made them hot to know a big stud like me was filling them up.
So, there I was that first night, face down on a king bed, getting the hell fucked out of me and into me by a hot little muscle boy half my size and probably five years younger. I really didn’t want it to stop. I was going through a life-changing event, and I didn’t know that I craved this, I must have or else I wouldn’t have given in so easily. It was non-stop fucking all night until we fell asleep due to exhaustion. I slept like a baby until rudely awakened in the morning by his cock sliding into my ass as I slept. I woke up with a jolt of pain and pleasure, his weight on top of me was warm, and just right. I liked that he didn’t ask permission to fuck me, he just did it.
You would think a guy like him would kick me to the curb after morning sex, I mean, I would have in normal circumstances. Fuck and get out so I can get on with my day. But the truth is, I never left. I stayed the whole weekend at his request or demand, more or less. He said he took a liking to me, and that I was his greatest conquest. Over the course of that weekend, we only stopped fucking to eat or sleep. He was aggressive most of the time and other times he was gentle and passionate like he was making love to me, my legs on his shoulders, kissing me and asking me if I was ok.
My direction, and purpose in life changed in an instant. I went from a man totally in control of my life and my destiny to a boyfriend, a partner in a matter of days. Jason is a type-A control freak, telling me what to wear, who I spend time with, working out with me but I can tell he loves me. He says it was love at first sight for him. For me, it was love with the first kiss. Fireworks.
3 months later: Continued....
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