Date: Sun, 15 Feb 2015 01:01:32 -0800
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little Top, Big Bottom Chapter 11

"Arch your back."

Derek was lost in ecstasy during the hard pounding he was getting.  He
barely heard the command.

"Arch your fucking back!"

Derek did as instructed and arched his back, pushing his big smooth
muscleass into the air, giving his fucker a deeper angle to fuck his tight
pussy.

"Oh yeah dude, there it is.  Fuck! So fucking tight bro."

All Derek could do was moan and hold on to the bed sheets, his knuckles
turning white as he held on for dear life .  He felt the head punch through
his pussy lips and into his tight chute. "Ohhhhhh fuuucckkkk."

"Yeah you like that slut?  You like my dick up your twat?"

"Fuck me harder.  Fuck me harder!"  Derek said as he turned his head around
to look his fucker in the eye.

"Aright fucker.  I'll fuck you harder slut.  I'm gonna fuckin ruin you
bro."

Derek closed his eyes, squeezed his fists harder and tensed up his body,
flexing every hard muscle in his 6'4" 220lb body.  This turned his fucker
on even more and Derek knew it.  He was showing off his perfect body for
this guy knowing it would make him fuck that much harder.

"Fuck dude. Can't believe I'm fucking you man.  So fucking hot," the guy
said as he grabbed onto Derek's small waist and slammed hard into his
upturned ass.

Between the hot fuck talk and the moans and screams of Derek, all that
could be heard was the slapping of abs on ass.  Derek's favorite sound.

Derek was excited to score such a hot guy.  Just his type, about 5'5", 150
lbs, body like a gymnast.  Short dark hair and beautiful brown eyes.  He
reminded him so much of Jason.

Derek wasn't even expecting to hook up today.  He had the day off and
decided to go for a run and do some errands while Jason was at work showing
a house.  They had not talked that morning because of their fight and Jason
went to work without saying a word.

He'd gone to the waxing salon first thing and had any sign of stubble
removed from his body from the neck down.  He ran his hands down his cut
thighs and down to his calves.  He loved the feel of silky smooth, rock
hard muscle.  His muscle.

He had the perfect running clothes to wear that day.  He pulled on a jock
and decided to show off today. He went to his closet and selected the
tightest navy blue Underarmour running tights.  He sat down on the edge of
the bed and slowly slid one leg in and reveled in the feel of the tight,
slick fabric sliding over his muscular legs and encasing them with a nice
tight hug.  He pulled the other leg of the tights on and stood up.  He
couldn't help but stare in the mirror at the huge stud that stood before
him.  It started to make his hard.

"Damn.  I'd fuck me."  He said out loud to himself in the mirror, giving
himself a quick wink.

He went to his drawer where he kept his workout tops and pulled out a
matching Underarmour navy Superman shirt.  He pulled it down over his head
and slid his right arm down into the sleeve and stretched the spandex shirt
up to his cannon ball shoulders.  He stretched and pulled the skin-tight
shirt over the rest of his smooth torso and adjusted the waistline to meet
the top of his tights.  He looked in the mirror and marveled at the picture
of what looked like a real life superhero framed in the full-lengthed
mirror.  Damn he looked good.  Jason had bought him the outfit to wear
running or to the gym.  He said he already looked like Superman so why not
dress like him.  Besides, it turned Jason on so much that after the workout
Jason would fuck the shit out of him.  One time Jason ripped a hole in the
back of Derek's tights and fucked him bent over the vanity.  It was so hot
to see a superhero getting ass fucked by a small, compact dude. He had lost
a lot of tights that way.

The running path ran past their apartment a few a block away.  It was his
favorite running path too because it twisted and turned along a babbling
creek through woods and beautiful scenery.  It was also the path that many
hot guys chose to run on so the eye candy was motivation.

He walked to the path and put in his ear buds.  He found a nice flat spot
next to the path to stretch.  People walking or running by were looking his
way while he was standing in the open grass stretching out his amazing
fitness model body.  He was used to being stared at in public.  It happened
everyday.  He didn't like it at first but then after a while he got used to
it and actually craved it.  He found he could get anything he wanted from
anyone by using his looks and charm.  He could give someone a big toothy
white smile, twinkle those baby blue and flex his arm just so much that
anyone he was talking to was just memorized and hypnotized.

He was sitting on the ground stretching out his hamstrings and something
caught his eye.  More like someone caught his eye. At first he thought it
was Jason but realized as the guy got closer that it wasn't Jason but this
guy could easily pass for Jason's brother.  He was running the path towards
him and the closer he got, Derek couldn't peel his eyes away.  He stood up
and did his best to look natural.  He adjusted his tights and straightened
his shirt and decided to flex his muscles so the spandex grew tighter.

The guy was getting closer and Derek could see that he looked young,
younger than Jason.  He looked to be 16 or 17 years old but so hard to tell
because of this kid's body.  He was short like Jason.  He was masculine
looking and his body was absolutely flawless.  And the best thing was he
was decked out in some black running tights and a long sleeve underarmour
running shirt that hugged his muscles and made him look sleek and
smooth. It hugged his torso and he could make out a nice hard 6-pak though
the fabric.  His short dark hair was waving in the wind and his skin was a
golden brown.

The kid was running by him, looked at Derek and did a double-take.  "And
got him." Derek said to himself and smiled a cocky smile.

The kid kept looking back and then proceeded to slow down to a stop.  He
turned around and jogged back to where Derek was stretching.


"Hey." The kid said very monotone as he stopped a few feet away.

"Hey." Derek replied.

"Sorry for staring but I didn't expect to see Superman standing there." The
kid sort of chuckled.

Derek laughed a bit and held out his hand. "Derek."

The kid reached out and shook Derek's big hand. "Ben."

"Seriously dude, you really look like Superman.  All you need is a cape."
He smiled.

"Well my cape is at the cleaners." Derek said matter-of-factly.

Ben laughed. "Good one.  Quick too."

"Well I'm not that quick all the time.  Just depends on who I'm with."
Derek smiled his charming smile. "By the way, I like your running gear.  It
takes a real man to wear this kind of stuff."

Ben almost blushed. "Well I figure I take care of myself and work hard to
get this body so I might as well show it off. Besides, I have to wear stuff
like this for sports at school so I'm not shy."

"My sentiments exactly dude. Spandex is a privilege, not a right."

Ben laughed again.  "Damn bro, you are just on a roll today." He smiled at
Derek and Derek smiled back and then just complete silence.  Both guys just
looking into each other's eyes and there was an electricity between them.
Ben realized he was staring and looked away.


"Well are you through running or are you just starting?" asked Derek.

"Oh well I've ran a few miles and was just going to run until I thought it
was a good time to turn back."

"Want a running partner?"

Ben's eyes got very big and a little to excitedly said, "Yeah!"  He
composed him self quickly. "I mean, yeah man. That would be cool."

Derek smiled and patted Ben on the shoulder, "Well let's go."

During their run Derek found out a lot about Ben.  He was a rich kid and
his dad owned his own company.  He was a senior in high school and just as
Derek thought, he was a gymnast and also a swimmer.  He was doing an
internship in a law firm hoping to makes some contacts for after he
graduated from college.  This kid was very confident, mature for his age
and had an air about him that reeked of sex.  Derek almost felt a little
dirty being in his 20's and lusting after a 17 year old kid.  He couldn't
help himself.  This kid was uber hot and his body was fucking sexy as hell.
This kid had an ass the rivaled Jason's.  It was a like a little shelf and
it was stretching that spandex to the max.

Ben had asked him questions too, one of which was if Derek was married.
Derek was just straight up blunt and honest. "Nope. I'm gay."

Ben almost choked. "Oh.  Really?  You don't look gay.  I mean you don't
look like a flamer or anything,"

Derek laughed.  "Well I'd like to think there are some of us out there that
don't like to be the stereotype.  In fact I only mess around with masculine
guys, guys that workout, take care of themselves and quite frankly love to
fuck."

Ben looked over at him while running and almost tripped. "Huh.  Well a guy
who looks like you I guess can be a choosey as he wants to be."

"I am.  I'm very choosy.  I don't hang out with just anyone...or run with
just anyone."

Ben was very quiet and by this time they had already turned back.


"So Ben. You got a girlfriend?"

Ben cleared his throat.  "No. I used to. We broke up a few times and then I
decided to break it off permanently.  I went on a rampage.  I've fucked
cheerleaders and the prom queen but never really am satisfied."

"Well if you don't mind me saying, you're a handsome guy.  There will be
time to fuck whenever and whomever you want."

"Um I just don't have time."

"Ah well you seem like a busy kid. What with gymnastics, interning, and a
part-time job."

"Yeah, my dad is very strict and a little controlling.  He wants me to stay
busy and not get into trouble."

"Your dad sounds like a smart man."

They continued to run in silence until they got to the spot where they had
met and Ben stopped.

"Well we're back to where we started." Ben couldn't look Derek in the
eye. "Thanks for running with me Derek.  You're a cool dude."  Ben looked
up at Derek and his eyes were scanning Derek from head to toe.

"Yeah it was a nice run.  We should do this again."

"Yeah we should." Ben started shuffling and looking down at the ground.  He
acted like he wanted to say something.

"You ok Ben?"

He looked up and then he looked to his left, scanned the trail and then did
the same to his right like he was making sure no one was around.

"Yeah.  I need to tell you something and I don't want anyone to know."

"Your gay."

Ben once again looked shocked.  "Bi actually. Wait, how did you know?"

Derek laughed.  "Dude I know when a dude is hot for me."

"Oh shit, am I a flamer or something?"

"Fuck no dude. You're a hot little jock boy.  You're hot as fuck bro."

Ben looked at Derek with lust in his eyes. "Dude I think you are so hot
too.  You're the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.  I fucking want to
make out with you."

"Yeah?  Have you ever been with a guy before?"

This time Ben laughed. "Dude, I'm a gymnast and a swimmer.  Of course I've
been with a dude.  A lot of dudes."

"Alright, alright cowboy.  I was just asking."

"But I usually like to top.  I've bottomed before but I prefer top so you
probably would want me to bottom wouldn't you? I mean I'm a lot smaller
than you."

That's when Derek's face went serious.  He reached out and put both hands
on Ben's shoulders at arms length.  "Dude, I want you to fuck the fucking
shit out of me.  I want you to fucking go crazy and pound me as hard as you
can and then I want you to cum inside me. When we're done, I want you to do
it again.  You can fuck me as hard as you want and how ever you want."  Ben
was speechless and just stared at Derek. "Bro, I'm your bitch."

Ben lost his breath for a second. Still in shock, all he could do was nod
and say, "oh my god. Ok."

"Let's go stud.  I live a block away."

Walking in the apartment Derek turned around and pushed Ben up against the
wall.  "Listen.  You are in charge.  You call the shots.  I'm just some
bitch for you to dump in.  I'm serious.  I know you have it in you.  You're
cocky and confident.  Treat me like one of your slutty girlfriends and
we'll get along fine.  Ok?"

Ben pushed him back.  "Get the fuck off me whore.  I'm gonna fuck your
slutty fucking cunt."

This time Derek lost his breath for a second and his dick got hard. Fuck
yes, this is what I need.

They went back to the bedroom and Ben wasted no time.  He pushed Derek onto
the bed and jumped on top of him and straddled his chest.  He bent down and
crushed his mouth on to Derek's.

"Mmmmmm fuck yeah Ben.  Fuck yeah."

"Don't call me that.  You call me Sir you piece of shit."

"Yes Sir."

If someone walked into the room right now they would probably laugh at how
silly it looked.  There is a huge muscular man laying on his back and a
tiny muscleboy sitting on top of him, berating him and dominating the
bigger man.

Ben climbed off of him and ran his hand over Derek's spandex encased abs.
Derek was rock hard.  Ben reached over and grabbed his cock through the
tights and squeezed hard.

"Aghhhh!  Oh shit!"  Derek yelled.

"Shut the fuck up.  Sit up and sock my cock."

Derek sat up and got down onto his knees. He caressed Ben's muscular thighs
and up his abs to his beautiful chest.  He leaned forward and put his mouth
on the outline of Ben's cock and licked and sucked him through his tights.

"Fuck yeah.  Get my clothes off and swallow my cock."

Derek reached up and peeled down Ben's tights.  Ben stepped out of them and
then lifted up his arms.  Derek then peeled off the shirt.  He slid off hid
jock and slammed his mouth down onto Ben's cock.

Ben looked down and couldn't believe his eyes.  He say an amazing,
masculine, beautiful, Adonis looking up at him while deep throating his
rock hard cock.  This went on for a good ten minutes.  Ben was getting so
worked up that he couldn't stand it anymore.  If this dude was really as
fucked up submissive as he said, then Ben might as well just fucking take
control.  He had fucked enough guys at school on the DL, football players,
wrestlers, fellow gymnasts and he even fucked one of his girlfriend's
brothers. He felt right in this role.  It felt natural.

"Ok shit head.  Get out of those fucking clothes and assume the position."

Derek scrambled.  He pulled off his tights and shirt, kicked off his shoes
and crawled up onto the bed on all fours.  Ben stepped up behind him.

"Lube or dry?"

"Lube.  Oh yeah, wait."  Derek leaned over to the bedside table and pulled
out some lube and poppers.  He handed the lube back to Ben.  Ben poured
lube on his cock and drizzled some on Derek's hole. Derek opened the little
bottle. He handed it back to Ben.

"Here, you want some?"

Ben had no idea what it was.

"The fuck?  What is it?"

"Poppers. Sniff it and it makes you more horny. Watch."

Derek took a big whiff and his eyes rolled back and his face turned red.
He looked like he was in ecstasy.  Ben grabbed the bottle from him.  He
looked at the bottle and then at Derek who was writhing around on the bed,
humping it and moaning like a total girl.  Fuck it.  He took a huge whiff.
He felt an uncontrollable rush and the blood surging to his head.  His
heart pounded and he felt hot all over.  He couldn't believe how amazing he
felt.  He put the bottle down next to Derek.  He looked down at his cock
and with all his strength, rammed forward and drove straight into Derek's
big muscle butt.

"AGHHHHHHHHH!" Derek screamed in pain.

"Oh My Fucking GOD!" Ben yelled out as he bottomed out in Derek's
hole."What the fuck is this?  You are so damn tight!  Oh fucking GOD!!!"

All Derek could do was whimper and moan.  He was so horny and his prostate
was throbbing.  He just wanted to get fucked.

Ben just started pounding.  He pounded that ass so hard that he thought he
was going to break off his dick inside it.  He was in such awe of that body
and that ass that he thought he could stay inside it forever.

Derek was getting fucked so hard now that he was literally bouncing up and
down off the bed.  He was lying flat now and Ben was on top of him, buried
in his pussy.

"Arch your back."

Derek was lost in ecstasy during the hard pounding he was getting..  He
barely heard the command.

"Arch your fucking back!"

Derek did as instructed and arched his back, pushing his big smooth
muscleass into the air, giving his fucker a deeper angle to fuck his tight
pussy.

"Oh yeah dude, there it is.  Fuck! So fucking tight bro."

All Derek could do was moan and hold on to the bed sheets, his knuckles
turning white as he held on for dear life .  He felt the head punch through
his pussy lips and into his tight chute. "Ohhhhhh fuuucckkkk."

"Yeah you like that slut?  You like my dick up your twat?"

"Fuck me harder.  Fuck me harder!"  Derek said as he turned his head around
to look his fucker in the eye.

"Aright fucker.  I'll fuck you harder slut.  I'm gonna fuckin ruin you
bro."

Derek closed his eyes, squeezed his fists harder and tensed up his body,
flexing every hard muscle in his 6'4" 220lb body.  This turned his fucker
on even more and Derek knew it.  He was showing off his perfect body for
this guy knowing it would make him fuck that much harder.

"Fuck dude. Can't believe I'm fucking you man.  So fucking hot," the guy
said as he grabbed onto Derek's small waist and slammed hard into his
upturned ass.

Between the hot fuck talk and the moans and screams of Derek, all that
could be heard was the slapping of abs on ass.  Derek's favorite sound.

Ben didn't want to stop but he could feel his balls filling and ready to
explode.  He was going to cum and it was going to be the biggest cum of his
life. He felt it rising higher and higher and then he couldn't hold it
anymore.  He slammed down and into Derek and let loose a torrent of jizz so
hard that he thought he was going to pass out.  He got light headed but
kept pushing cum out of his cock.  He couldn't stop.  The orgasm was so
powerful.

"OOOOHHHHH FUCCCCKKKKKKKK!" Ben collapsed down onto Derek's huge back.

Derek was panting and just saying "yes, yes, yes," over and over again.

Ben pulled out and slapped Derek hard on the ass.  It was rock hard and the
slap actually stung his hand.  He slapped it again.  Derek grunted.  Ben
slapped it again and again.  Derek started to yell but didn't tell him to
stop. With one last slap Ben stood up and looked over the exhausted hunk.

"Turn over."

"Ok.  Just need a sec..."

"TURN OVER!"

Once again Derek scrambled and flipped around onto his back and
automatically his legs went straight up and out like he was on autopilot.

"Fuck dude.  You really are nothing but a fucking faggot cum whore."

"Yes Sir."

"No, really.  Look at you.  You're a fucking disgrace.  You're a disgrace
to all real men everywhere." Ben took hold of each ankle and held them out
to the sides. "You walk around pretending to be a real man.  You workout,
you keep yourself in top condition all the time and for what?  Just so you
can get as much cock in your fucking sloppy cunt as you can.  You're not a
man.  You're just a whore with a cum dump for an ass.  You're a waste of
muscle.  A bitch who looks like you should get anything she wants.  You
could be out there fucking all the ass you want but you choose to throw
those legs up at the first sight or a real men's cock.  Look at you.  I'm
fucking half your size and you're letting me use you like a fucking woman.
That's right.  You don't have a hole.  You have a clit.  You wish you could
get pregnant, don't ya? You're a piece of shit and I'm going to own you.  I
mean it, I'll own you Derek.

Derek just got harder the more Ben ranted.  He did want to get pregnant.
He wanted nothing more than to be a real man's bitch.  He wanted Ben to
fuck him like he fucked his girlfriends.  He wanted to feel feminine inside
and used like his big muscular Adonis body had a pussy.

"You're pathetic." Ben seethed.

Ben plunged forward into Derek's hole again and proceeded to fuck Derek
like he had never been fucked before.  Derek thought Dalton was rough, or
Rod but Ben was by far the most aggressive.  It was like a switched was
turned on and a tempest had been released.

Ben and Derek fucked for hours.  They fucked in every position.  The fucked
hard and they fucked slow.  Ben would ram and the next second make love.

After four hours of fucking, Ben was exhausted and Derek looks like he has
run a marathon.

Ben let Derek rest and he took a shower.

After the shower, Ben slid into his running tights and gear and woke Derek.

"Hey."  He shook him.  "Hey!  Wake up."

Derek stirred. "Yeah?  Hey."

"I'm leaving."

"Ok."

"Ok."

Ben stood up and headed to the door.  Derek sat up.

"Hey Ben."

Ben stopped. "Yeah?"

"I thought you were amazing."

Ben stood there and just stared at him.

"Thanks."

"Ben?"

"What?"

"I did want to get pregnant."

"I know."

Derek frowned.  "Did I do something wrong?"

Ben looked down and back up. "No. Not at all.  You were perfect."

"Ok...well then you want to hook up again?"

Ben started to laugh.  "No I don't want to "hook up."  I told you.  I own
you."

Derek looked confused. "Huh?"

"You heard me and you agreed.  I own you."

"But I thought that was just talk."

"You thought wrong.  I always get what I want.  I may have thought I was
this sweet boy-next-door but now you're going to see the other side of me.
It's a side that I just saw for the first time.  Congratulations slut. You
just awakened the beast."

Derek didn't know what to say.  He just looked around like he didn't know
where he was or what was going on.

Ben turned to walk out.  "Oh yeah.  Meet me tomorrow on the running path,
same place, same time.  And wear what you wore today.  Don't worry, you
won't be wearing it for long.  Underarmour001@hotmail.com


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