Date: Sun, 10 May 2015 14:25:28 -0700
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little Top, Big Bottom 13

Little Top, Big Bottom

Chapter 13

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Jason came home to find Derek was in the shower. Jason reeked of cum and he
didn't want Derek to smell it on him. He headed straight to the guest
bathroom and jumped in the shower.  He had the masculine scent of three
different men on his body and he was tired.  He wanted to clean up and go
to bed.

As he washed his smooth hairless body, his fingers lingered around his
sore, red pussy hole.  Slowly he slid a finger into the hole and he could
feel the warm oozy semen that filled his ass.  Between the three men who
fucked him today there was probably seven to eight loads of premium alpha
cum that was pushing to come out.  He started to get hard again thinking
about all the poundings that he took today and he really wanted to sleep
with all that superior semen packed into his tight pussy.

But he didn't want Derek to know so he let the loads ooze out of his used
hole and drip down into the shower floor and down the drain.  He gave a few
good pushes with his bowels and more came out until it seemed there was no
more.

He looked down at the seed floating into the drain and felt an overwhelming
feeling of disgust and humiliation.  What had he done?  How could he be
this man, this boy, this cunt who let any hot man he saw bend him over and
impregnate him?  He felt so used, so dirty and unworthy.  At the same time
he was still rock hard.  How could he feel all these negative feelings and
still be hard?  How can any real man choose to be treated this way and
still hold his head high with pride and dignity? He started to stroke his
cock while thinking about all the humiliating things that were said to him
and all the equally humiliating things that he let these three men do to
him.

He stroked faster and tighter as he remembered how these men threw him
around and fucked him in every position they could think of. He remembered
the feeling of their cum flooding his tight muscle ass.  He remembered
laying there on his back, legs up on muscular shoulders that were pressing
his knees into his chest and long- dicking his compact ass and making him
moan and scream with ecstasy. He remembered the humiliation being put into
that position and being made to feel like a woman because he knew this was
how they fucked their wives and girlfriends.  They wanted him to know that
he was just another hole to them and why not fuck him like they do their
women.  To them there was no difference except that he could take a fuck
harder than those women, he could take it longer than those women and he
couldn't get pregnant. He was not in control of anything and it exhilarated
him.

He stroked faster and faster until he groaned loudly and it echoed off the
tile in the shower.  He let loose and exploded ropes of jizz onto the
shower wall.  He let it loose until his knees became weak and he collapsed
against the warm tile wall of the shower.  He looked down at this red, rock
hard cock and then at his open palms and finally surrendered to the
memories and the feeling he brought up to the surface.  He knew he was
forever changed.  He knew what his role was in life and he would only be
happy if he kept his rock hard physique that all these superior men loved
about him.  He felt desirable.  He felt wanted.  He felt complete.  He
could use his perfect genetics to get what he wanted and give men what they
wanted.

Meanwhile...

Derek was taking a long hot shower and basking in the glow of finding yet
another hot, smaller, muscle top to fill his hole whenever they wanted. His
afternoon with Ben had been the biggest thrill yet and he couldn't wait to
tell Jason all about it. They still had to talk about their argument even
though he still was sure it was Jason's fault they were fighting to begin
with.  He loved Jason so much and couldn't stand the silence between them
and he wanted to make it right even if it meant taking the blame himself.

...

When Jason finished showering he took a deep breathe and walked into the
bedroom.  Derek was laying on the bed reading on his iPad.  He was so damn
beautiful laying there all tan and smooth.  He thick, black, wavy hair was
mussed up from towel drying but he still could pull it off.  You couldn't
make him look bad if you wanted to.  His abs where tensed and the ridges
were deep and they disappeared into a pair of skin tight, black, spandex
boxer briefs.

Derek looked up at Jason and set the iPad down on his abs.  He sat there
and gazed into Jason's ice blue eyes as he stood at the foot of the bed,
his body smooth and defined.  His muscles were pumped and swollen. " He
must have just been to the gym" Derek thought to himself, not knowing that
he was pumped from all the fucking he took that day. He could never get
used to this amazing man, this confident, intelligent, ambitious man who
happened to be the most attractive man he could ever hope for.  He had the
best of both worlds.  He had a gorgeous, masculine boyfriend who loved to
take care of him and made him feel safe even though he was physically the
larger of the two.  He could easily defend Jason against any one and
anything and he would but some how Jason's immense presence and masculinity
made Derek feel the weaker of the two. Jason was shorter by far but he
could throw down.  Derek had seen him do it.  Guys underestimated his size
and that was Jason's advantage. The other good side was that Jason let him
get fucked by whomever he wanted and even like to hear about it.

Derek thought, "Damn he looked so good in his second-skin blue spandex
briefs."

They both stared at each other for what seemed like forever.  Each one
waiting for the other to speak first.  Soon they both took a deep breathe
and said at the exact same time, "I'm sorry."

The both were silent for a beat and then they both chuckled and smiled
their big white toothy smiles.

Jason walked over on Derek's side and knelt on the bed. "No.  I'm sorry.
It's my fault."

Derek put his iPad on the bedside table. "No dude.  I'm sorry.  I was being
a needy little bitch and I should have left you alone when you told me to."

Jason laughed. "Dude.  YOU will never be a LITTLE bitch. You tall ass
mother fucker," he said.

Derek cocked his head and gave Jason a frustrated half grin and rolled his
eyes. "Yeah, yeah I know.  I'm just a big muscle head.  I'm just a big
slut. I've heard it all.  Many times in fact," he said.

Jason put his hand on Derek's smooth, hard quad and rubbed his hand up and
down Derek's silky smooth leg, feeling the steel cords of muscle. "Ok stop.
I'm sorry for saying all that. It's not right."

Derek responded by putting his hand on Jason's hand. "It's ok Jase. I'm ok
with it.  That's what I have become and I'm happy with it.  Unless you
aren't?  Are you not ok with that?" Derek was so eager to please Jason.

Jason looked away and said, "Derek...I don't know what I'm happy with any
more.  I'm going through some...shit right now and I'm just trying to
figure things out.  It's got nothing to do with you babe."

"Jason, you can tell me man.  You can tell me anything.  I know I'm not as
smart as you but I really want to help out," Derek said, "Is it Dalton? You
don't like him fucking me so much do you? I'll stop.  I told him he was
going to wreck me.  He doesn't listen."

"No," Jason said. "It's not about Dalton. It's just some shit that I have
to work through by myself.  Don't worry bro.  We're fine." Jason smiled and
thought to himself, "For now."

Derek pulled Jason closer and went in for a deep sensual kiss. He looked
into Jason's eyes and said, "If you need me to help, just ask. Ok dude?"

Jason gave him a fist bump to Derek's granite chest, "Deal."

Jason crawled over Derek into his side of the bed. He snuggled in close to
Derek and placed his head on Derek's chest while running his hand back and
forth over Derek's smooth abs. He thought to himself, "Not tonight.  I'll
tell him later."

Derek was suddenly confused.  Jason had never done this before.  Derek had
always done this for Jason.  He felt it was a submissive gesture to lay his
head on Jason's strong chest to show him how safe he felt in his arms.

"You ok?" Derek asked.

Jason snuggled in closer and put his arm around Derek's small waist and
squeezed. "Yeah.  I'm good," He replied.

"Kay." Derek replied and he took his arm that Jason was cuddling under and
he slowly put it around Jason's shoulder and brought him in closer.  He was
a little scared doing something so dominate with Jason. They both soon fell
asleep in each other's arms and slept peacefully through the night.

...

The next morning they both got up and dressed in their workout gear. They
decided to hit the gym together this morning before work.  Jason was mixing
his protein shake and Derek noticed something different about him.  Jason's
demeanor was "off." He couldn't quite put his finger on it but Jason seemed
"small." It wasn't his height. It was just his usual cocky presence was not
there. He was quiet, he barely ever looked up and his posture was somewhat
slouched.

Derek walked up behind him and put his hands on Jason's boulder-like delts
and began to massage them.  Jason lifted his head and let our a deep moan.



"Dude you are fucking tight.  You have knots all over your shoulders and
neck," said Derek.

Jason closed his eyes and let his head fall forward and rested his chin on
his chest and moaned again. In a slow quiet low voice he replied, "Oh god
keep doing that.  Yeah that's its it.  Right there.  Ohhhhhhhh ffuuucckkk."

"Christ, Jase! You gonna have a fucking orgasm or something?" Derek laughed
as he backed away from Jason.

"Huh?  No.  It just felt really good," Jason said as he finished up making
his protein shake.

"Ok dude. You just sound like I do when I have a dick in my ass that's
all," said Derek as he chuckled and grabbed his gym bag from the counter.

Jason started to sweat nervously and he half chuckled, "Fuck off dude. I
know what you sound like.  It's usually my dick in your ass."

...

They took Jason's car to the gym and on the way Derek wanted to share with
Jason about yesterday's encounter with Ben.

"Oh man talk about moaning, I forgot to tell you about this kid I met
yesterday while on my run!" Derek said excitedly.

Jason glanced at him.  He loved to hear about Derek's slutty
adventures. "Kid? You let a kid fuck you?  How old was he?"

"No dude, he wasn't fucking jail-bate. Shit. Wait. Is 17 jail-bate?" Derek
asked.

Jason started laugh, "Dude!  Oh my fucking god sometimes you are just a
dumbass.  I'm pretty sure 17 is on the cusp at least. Jesus!"

They were both laughing now.

"So this kid just walked up to you and asked you to fuck?" asked Jason?

"No dude. But He did stop when he saw me though.  Little fucker was so
cute. He was so hot for me.  He was so nervous and couldn't stop staring at
my

 body," said Derek.

Jason gave him a sideway glance.  "You were wearing your Superman Under
Armour weren't you?"

Derek gave him a big toothy grin and playfully punched him the
shoulder. "Fuck yeah I was.  I can pull that shit OFF!"

"Yes.  Yes you can," Jason said.

Derek told Jason the whole story before they pulled into the gym.  Jason
listened and smiled but started to feel a little nervous tension again. The
more Derek told him about this kid and how the boy fucked the shit out of
him and basically owned his ass, he started to feel...jealous? Not jealous
of the boy but jealous of Derek.  He wanted to be Derek on his back, legs
spread like a whore and being pounded by a fucking kid who was still in
high school. A fucking kid! He tried to picture Derek with his 6'4 body
splayed out and some little fucking kid dominating him and treating him
like a common slut.  He started to get hard.

Jason snapped out of his thought and reached down and felt his hard cock
though his tights.

"Damn babe. Sounds fucking hot actually," said Jason. Trying not to sound
desperate for this kid's cock he asked, "So ah. You think you're going to
see him soon?"  Great.  Now he was so horned up for cock that he was going
to poach Derek's top.

Derek shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah I guess.  I mean he told me to meet him
today at the same place on the running path.  He told me to wear the same
thing I wore yesterday. Has a thing for fucking Superman I guess," He
smiled. "Why?"

"No reason.  Just sounds hot.  Can't wait for you to tell me how it goes,"
Jason said.

"Well I'm sure he'd be up for a three-way babe. You both can tag team
me. I'd be up for that. You'd really like this kid.  He's like a younger
version of you. Same height, same weight, exact same build, you could
actually be brothers.  Maybe that's why I think he's so hot. Ha!" Derek
winked at Jason.

Jason tried to laugh it off. "You're incorrigible. You go ahead and have
fun this after noon.  We can do it another time."

They were both getting out of the car when their cell phones both received
a text.

"Speak of the devil!" said Derek. "Here he is right now." Derek reads the
text to himself and then puts the phone in his pocket. "Dude wants to meet
at 3:00 at the park and then we're going to HIS house this time. Guess his
dad is out of town so he has this big fucking mansion to himself."

Jason opened his text.  It was from Michael Drake.

- Hey

- Hey dad

- what r u doing?

- at gym

- sweet.  build up that butt for me?

- u know it dad. know how you like it high and tight.

- have plans tonight son?

- No dad.

- Good.  Come over around 5.  I should be back in town by then.

- Ok.  see u @ 5

"Who was it?" asked Derek.

Jason put his phone in his gym bag. "No one. Just a client wants to look at
a house.  Hey do you mind if we do squats today? Heavy squats."

"Yeah, sure. I could use a little tightening up," he said with a wink.

"You seem to bounce back pretty well after all the dick you've been taking.
You were meant to do it."

Derek smiled, "If you knew me before all of this you'd never ever believe
it."

...

Derek pulled on his Superman Under Armour again and headed out the door to
meet Ben. He stopped and checked himself out in the mirror and couldn't
believe how hot he looked.

Derek wasn't unaware that he was attractive.  In fact, he knew for a fact
that he was.  He had been a cute kid and even cuter teenager who hit
puberty with a vengeance.

By the time he was a Junior in High School he had hit his teenager peak and
was the envy of every boy in school.  He was already 6'3 and his muscles
filled out quickly with all the training he had done for football and he
looked much older than the rest of the guys in school.  He was an
incredible tight-end, (fitting) and was the most popular guy in school.
Prom King, Homecoming King, football player, had a hot girlfriend and
basically kicked back and coasted though high school.

With his looks he found he could get anything he wanted. He took full
advantage of it too.  Of course he dated beautiful girls but he also
discovered that he was attracted to guys.  Athletic guys.  Masculine guys.

He caught on to this new notion when he started to play football and was
constantly bombarded with testosterone on the field, in the locker room,
from his Coaches and even at home.  He had three brothers, one older and
two younger twin brothers and all one year apart.  They were a close family
and all excelled at sports, anything that had to do with some kind of
athleticism.  And of course, they all received incredible genetics from
their dad's side of the family.  Dad was also an incredible jock in high
school and college and he expected no less from his boys.  They got their
handsome, drop dead looks from him. The man was tall, very muscular and
looked like a superhero. They looked up to their dad with the utmost
respect.  He was their hero and when he gave them praise they felt as if
they had won an Olympic gold medal.

Derek also received his superior, cocky attitude from his dad as well.  His
dad continuously told him he was the best, the strongest, the most handsome
and he could have anything he wanted and he could take anything he wanted
no matter what it was.  And take he did.

When he started to notice guy's bodies he started to think of ways he could
get a guy and try out his new found revelation to see if he was for sure
"into guys."

He had his sights on a few guys.  Mostly from football and baseball but
there were a few who weren't into sports.  Being a major jock, he was more
attracted to athletes that he spent most of his time with every day. He was
actually cruising his own best friends and team mates trying to decide
which one or ones would be worthy enough to get with a guy like him.

He knew mostly what guy on guy sex entailed because had seen enough porn on
the internet to basically know exactly what he wanted, what kind of guy he
wanted and what kind of sex he wanted. He definitely was a top.  There was
no way he was going to let some dude stick their dick in his ass.  No, that
was his calling.  He was superior to all his buddies and they knew
it. There was only one, logical choice and he was the "man".  He was the
man in the relationship.  He wasn't the "woman."  The "woman" was the dude
who got fucked and submitted to the man.  He definitely was no "woman" and
he knew that whomever he picked would know it.

Derek decided to see if he could tell which one of his buddies would be
into him. It was going to be hard to find out because he was so handsome
and muscular that all the guys were envious of him.  All of them stared at
him, mesmerized by his presence and his aura of masculine superiority.  The
locker room was especially tough because when ever he stripped naked to go
to the shower, every single head turned to marvel at his genetically
superior body. Some boys where just envious but some had to be hot for
him. He thought there had to be some into him because look at him, if
someone like Derek could be into to dudes, anyone could be.

Derek finally set his sights on Blake Anderson.  Why?  Because Blake was by
far the second hottest guy in the school.  Dark brown hair, green eyes,
smooth skin. He was built like an NFL running back, he was cocky, conceited
and kind of a dick.  But he had a right to be. He was a fucking hot jock
with a rockin body and he knew it.  He was also a wrestler so seeing him in
a skin tight, spandex singlet was a fucking sight to see. Huge chest, cut
arms, he had a tiny 30 inch waist and a bubble butt that was tight and
compact and just begged to have a dick inside of it.  That poor singlet was
so tight on that hot body that i thought it would fucking bust at the
seams.  I know this because I went to all his meets.  We were buddies, of
course, but he didn't know I was there to ogle his ass.  Besides I had my
girlfriend with me at every match so checking him out was not an issue.
Everyone knew I was a stud and no faggot. So they thought.

I also knew that Blake worshipped the ground I walked on.  Everyone wanted
to be my friend but he was the guy who I thought was worthy enough to be in
my inner circle because he was hot shit, he knew it and I wanted guys like
him around me.  Guys that wanted to be me.  If I said jump he would say how
high.  He bragged to other guys about being friends with me.  He constantly
wanted to workout with me because he wanted to be big like me.  I knew he
wouldn't be.  He was only 5'9" and 190 lbs.  I had nothing to worry about
from him.  Still he is a cool guy and he would do anything I said, so I
hoped.

There was a party one night at this rich kid's house who's parents were on
a cruise in Europe.  He lived in this huge house on a lake and it was
perfect for a bunch of drunk-assed teenagers to party in and get into all
kinds of trouble.

I met my girlfriend at the party.  If my plan succeeded I didn't want to
have to take her home and ruin my fun. She came with Blake's girlfriend
which that meant that he had arrived alone.

I found Blake in the back yard throwing a football with a bunch of buddies
from the team. He had the football in one hand and a beer in the other.  I
stood back and watched for a minute.  That fucker had on the tightest jeans
I think I had ever seen.  His ass was on display and it was hot.  His
thighs filled the denim, even his calves could be seen though the pant
legs.  As I got closer I realized he was wearing skinny-jeans. He didn't
strike me as the hipster type but I wasn't going to complain.  Who was I to
talk?  I more or less painted my jeans on but then every thing is tight on
me.

He finally saw me walking towards him and threw the football to another guy
off to the side and walked towards me.  We did the jock, straight guy hand
shake.  You know the one.  You take the dude's hand in your own and then
you pull each other into a hug and do the "straight guy 2 pats on the
back."

He stood back and took a drink of beer. "Bro!  So good to see you tonight.
Saw your girl here with mine, thought you may not be coming."

"No way dude.  I wouldn't miss this for the world. I think this is going to
be a big night," i said.

"Right on bro. It's going to be epic! And it's going to be even more epic
cuz you're here bro.  You always bring the epic!" Blake said and he was
starting to get buzzed.

He took another swig of his beer.  I decided to get right to work on
Blake. After he took a drink from the bottle I reached over and took his
beer from him and took a drink.  He watched me do it but didn't say
anything for a second.

He looked around sheepishly and asked, "Hey dude, want me to get you a
beer?"

"No.  I got one," I said as I took another drink and just looked through
him like he wasn't there.

Blake just stood there like a dumbass not quite knowing what just
happened. He again looked around nervously and said, "Oh yeah. Ok.  Cool."
Dude was intimidated as hell and trust me, if you saw this boy, he should
NOT be intimidated by anyone.

Blake said, "Hey I'm going to grab another beer.  Be right back."

"Cool," I said. "Get me a fresh one too."

I watched Blake walk across the back lawn to the back patio where the beer
was.  I could watch that fucker walk away all day long.  I swear to god he
wore those jeans just to fuck with me.  But I knew he had no clue what I
wanted. It's just interesting when a guy knows he's hot, he dresses to show
it off.

Blake came back and handed me a fresh beer.  I, in turn, handed him my
empty.  He took it and just looked down at it totally not knowing what the
fuck to do with it.  So he just fucking held onto it.  Damn what a pussy.

We made some small talk about football, chics, the usually bullshit.  I had
him go get me another beer which he obediently did. By now he was getting a
little more buzzed.  Not drunk.  Just buzzed.  I've seen this kid drink.
It takes him a lot to get drunk.

Now I was starting to get into his head. I put my arm around his shoulders
and gave him a pat on the shoulder and I pulled him just a little bit into
me.

"So hey bro.  I think we should hang together tonight. I don't want to be
around my lady tonight.  She's on the rag.  Thought you and I could hang.
Haven't really talked to you in-depth in a long time," I said.

Blake's eyes got big and he started nodding his head up and down quickly.
"Yeah man.  Sure, that would be cool.  Love to get some lifting tips and
shit from you.  Gotta get my guns as big as you dude.  You set the
standard," he said very excitedly.

I gave him another little nudge toward me and said, "Yes.  Yes I do."

I was laughing inside.  The dude had the biggest man-crush on me and he was
being way to obvious about it.  Not that he wanted anything sexual but I
bet if you asked him if he were to be gay, who would he fuck?  It would be
me.  Hands down.

The night dragged on and it was now dark outside.  There was loud music
coming from the house and the sound of kids screaming and carrying on. I
knew the house had like 20 bedrooms and I'm sure by the end of the night
they would all be occupied.  I also knew there was one in the basement away
from the rest of the house, tucked back in a far off corner.


"Dude," i said, "Follow me.  Wanna show you something cool about this
house."

Blake dutifully followed behind me like a puppy dog, like a hot muscular
masculine puppy dog, and I took him back into the bowels of the house.  The
way back was pitch dark.  I knew where the light switch was but I played
dumb.

"Here dude, hold on to me.  I know the way," I said as I grabbed him around
the waist and pulled him close.

"Damn dude.  I can't see a fucking thing," said Blake.

"I know.  It's not far.  Just stay close." I said as I brought my hand to
the small of his back.

I guided him down the hallway as I tried to calm his nerves. "There is a
chill room back here where a bunch of us go to smoke weed.  It's quiet and
only a few know about it.  I guess when you live in a 10,000 square foot
mansion you can afford to put rooms wherever you want. Right?"  I said as I
slowly lowered my hand to that fine muscle ass. It was better than I could
have imagined.

Blake gave a small jerk.  "Whoa dude!  You just felt me up bro!" Blake said
while giggling a bit.

I took my hand away and put it on the back of his neck. "Oh my bad," I
laughed.  "It's dark man.  Besides it's hard not to miss.  Fucker's like a
shelf."

He laughed again. "Yeah I know.  It's the price you pay for doing squats.
Am I right?"

"Oh yeah.  You're right."  I gently squeezed his neck and made it seem like
I was guiding him forward.  I was actually showing him who was in charge.
I was guiding him.  I was comforting him.  He felt safe with me.  Whether
he wanted to admit it or not, he liked it.

We made it to the door at the end of the maze of hallways and I guided him
in but I didn't let go.  I reached around for the light switch and flipped
it on. I still kept my hand on his neck and I shut the door.  I then guided
him over to a huge sectional couch that sat in front of a huge flatscreen
tv. He said nothing the whole time I had my hand on his neck. He let me
guide him all over the room.  I showed him the tv, the media system, the
beer fridge, the bathroom all while having a gentle but firm grip on his
neck. I then took him back to the door where I locked it.  He looked up at
me but still not saying a word.

I looked down at him and said, "Don't want fucking losers coming in here
and spoiling our party.  Look."  I pulled out a bag of weed from my
letterman jacket.

He looked up at me again. "Fucking sweet dude!"

I walked him over to the couch and sat him down.  This dude was still
man-crushing on me hard. I turned on the big screen and found a random
football game.  I turned the volume down low and took out my pipe.

"Go get me a beer." I said without looking up from the pipe.

He jumped up and scurried over to the fridge to get the beer.  I, of
course, watched him walk away again.  That ass was taunting me. Not to
mention this kid's back and shoulders. He had wide-ass shoulders and that
fucking taper down to a tiny waist.  I was getting hard.  They could hardly
be contained in the t-shirt he was wearing which was obviously two sizes
too small.

He sat back down next to me while I took a hit.  I handed to pipe to him
and he too took a huge hit.  He put the pipe down on the coffee table and
sat back next to me.

He let out some smoke and closed his eyes. "Fuck dude.  You're so fucking
cool bro.  You're the man Derek."

I chuckled, "You are right about that.  I am the man."

"Fuck this sounds so gay but I can't believe I'm fucking smoking with Derek
Walker.  Fucking Derek Walker dude.  You're Derek Walker dude." Said Blake
as he reached for a beer.

"Yeah man its great huh?  You're hanging with the man.  You're the chosen
one bro.  I don't hang and smoke with just anyone."

Blake looked at me and smiled. "Thanks man.  You're a fucking inspiration
dude.  You're amazing on the field. You're so fucking popular.  You're
fucking body is like a work of art.  I'm so fucking jealous."

I scooted closer to him. "Aww dude you're going to make me blush.  Don't be
jealous bro.  You have an amazing body.  You should be fucking proud.  You
built your body up yourself.  You're a fucking bad ass on the field and on
the mat."

"You've seen me wrestle?" He asked.

"Hell yeah dude.  I heard you were the best and shit yes you are.  Ive seen
every match dude.  I think you're amazing."

Blake's face flushed bright red. He was getting a little high now. I could
tell that the praise he just received from me had him flustered.  His idol
just told him he was amazing.

"Damn.  Thanks a lot dude!  That means so much coming from you.  I mean you
are the standard.  You are the guy everyone looks up to.  You can do no
wrong dude.  No wrong at all."

"Thanks Blake.  I just feel like you and I could be very close friends.  We
have a lot in common."  I patted his leg and squeezed one good firm
squeeze.  "Whoa dude! You've got some legs of steel dude."

"Yeah i know.  It's hard to find pants that fit."

"I heard that.  I have the same problem.  We both have the firm muscular
ass that make all our pants tight.  That the price you pay for being
jocks."

"I know dude.  I wore my brother's skinny jeans tonight.  I fucking had to
jump off the house to get into them."

"Yeah I see that."  I said as he took a small toke. "They're tighter than
that wrestling singlet."

"Ha! Right? That thing leaves nothing to the imagination bro.  It's like
wearing a size small under armor or something."

"Well it looks great on you man.  Hot even."

"Yeah? Thanks."

"Oh yeah dude.  It really makes your body look amazing.  It sticks to your
muscles like skin and the way it molds to that ass.  Damn."

Blake is now looking at me with a confused look on his face.

I continue, "It's kind of like our football pants.  They are so tight and
show every muscle.  Makes us look fucking hot dude.  We look sexy in
them. Dont you think?"

He was still looking at me a little leary.  "Yeah.  Yeah dude I guess they
do. I mean I knew they make my ass look good."  He laughed again.

"What? It doesn't make my ass look good?"  I asked with a wicked smile.

"Oh yeah dude.  Yeah of course the do.  I mean look at you.  Everything
looks good on you.  You're a fucking specimen.  We ARE alike.  Your jeans
are ready to bust dude."

"Thanks for noticing Blake.  I appreciate that coming from you. They are
ready to bust alright.  Especially in the front.  I'm packing dude and its
getting tight."

"Yeah I've seen it in the shower.  You're lady is a lucky girl."

"Well I do ok.  I mean I was blessed with great genetics so it's just not
that hard for me.  I just look at a weight bench and I grow muscle."  I
flex my bicep and the short sleeve becomes tight against the bulging
muscle. "See, feel that shit. Come on.  It's rock hard and I don't even
have to lift that much."

Blake reached up and grabbed my bicep with his big paw and really squeezed
it.

"And look at these tri's." I pull the sleeve up and flex the back of my
arm. "Looks like a fucking iron horseshoe, right?"

Blake ran his hand over my tricep and was in awe. "Damn Derek.  That is
hard as a rock.!"

"Well look at yours though.  It's really solid."  I reach over with both
hands and put them both around his python like biceps.  I squeeze them and
knead them.  I pull up his sleeve and rub my hands over his triceps. "Damn
bro.  Fucking hot.  You've got sexy muscle bro."

"Yeah man.  I do."  He looked at me with his big green eyes. "I do have
sexy arms.  I mean I know it and my girl tells me but coming from you, it
means so much more. Hearing you say that I'm hot and sexy is just blowing
my mind dude. Does that sound too gay dude?"

I stand up and take off my shirt and display my 5% body fat abs.  The
plump, smooth, hard pillows that are my chest. I flex my arms and my
deltoids. Blake is looking up at me like Im a god.

I sit back down closer to him.  "No dude, it's not gay.  We are two
athletes who appreciate a body that can only be had by hard work.  I think
my body is sexy and hot so why cant I think yours is too? I'm not blind.  I
know what looks good on a guy. Right?"

He looked like he was contemplating. "Yeah.  Yeah you're fucking right
dude.  There is nothing wrong with admiring another hot dude.  Nothing
wrong with it at all.  We work hard for these bodies. I shouldn't have to
worry about what people might say if I like to look at hot guy's bodies."

I squeezed his shoulder.  "Exactly dude! It's not gay to enjoy another hot
dude.  It's actually a really awesome bonding experience to enjoy a body
like your own.  It inspires you to strive harder to keep our amazing bodies
in immaculate condition.  It's really not for the chics. You know as well
as I do, it's for each other.  You know what you want to look like by
looking at other guy's bodies.  I know what I like.  You know what you
like.  You get a good feeling when another hot guy looks at you and
comments on your body.  We should bond dude and get the most out of each
other's bodies. You and me dude.  You said it yourself.  WE are alike. Let
me teach you how to reach for the impossible and become one with me like a
well oiled machine.  I want you to be free to tell me anything, ask me
questions, be there for each other and I will be there for you.  I'll
protect you."

Blake sat there with his mouth wide open and small tears in his eyes.  He
couldn't believe his idol, his god wanted to become one with him.  To be
his keeper and protector.  He was without words...except for one..."Yes."

Derek smiled.  He had him.  The hot, muscled jock before him was his for
the taking.  He moved even closer to Blake.  They were pressed up against
each other. Derek put his arm around Blake and pulled him close to him and
they were cheek to cheek. With his other hand he reached down and stroked
Blake's thigh.

Derek whispered slowly, "Feel that?  Feel me next to you?  We're becoming
one."

Quietly Blake answered, "Yes.  It feels nice. This feels nice."

Derek began to lightly stroke Blake's hair. "You feel safe?  Huh?  Feel
safe with me?"

Again quietly Blake answers, "Yeah.  You feel real safe.  I feel like if
you're with me, nothing can hurt me. You're so fucking amazing man. This is
a dream come true."

"I want to enjoy your body Blake.  I want to learn from your body.  I want
you to learn from mine.  I want us to know each other's bodies like no
other can. I want to make you excel on that mat, on the field.  I want you
to feel powerful and confident by letting me worship your body."

"Ok Derek.  I think this is going to make a big difference in my
life. There is nothing I can't do if I have you to guide me and take
control."

"You want me to control you Blake?  You want me to take control of you,
your body, your life?"



"Yeah...yes. You have to.  You gotta help me be like you."

"Shhhh Shhh." Derek slowly leaned forward and put a small kiss on Blake's
forehead. "It's going to be awesome dude.  We are going to be so powerful
and feed off of each other.  I need you to do something for me."

"Anything. You know I would."

"I know.  I need you to commit to this partnership.  I need you to show me
that you can do this and your not going to disappoint me."

"I won't disappoint you Derek.  I promise.  I'll do anything."

"I know you will.  I really want us, right now, to take in each other's
power, athleticism, masculinity and feed it to each other right now.  Ok?"

"Yes. What do you want me to do."

"Intimacy is part of this.  We literally have to become one.  Soaking in
our sexuality and our masculinity is prime to make this work.  I will take
control and show you."

"Ok.  Um...I've never done this stuff before...I mean with a guy."

"Im not just some guy Blake. I'm you.  You're me.  I'll start by saying I
appreciate your body and your confidence.  I think you are a perfect male
specimen and I want to strive to become like you.  Now you."

"I... I ah. I think you are extremely hot.  You're handsome, you're nice,
you're confident.  You are so masculine, more masculine that I am.  You are
the perfect male specimen.  I want to be like you.  I want to learn from
you.  I want to feel safe with you."

"Blake, you know what we have to do.  We don't tell anyone, NO ONE about
this. This is our secret.  This our journey.  They will all wonder why we
are so much more superior to them.  They will all be envious of our bodies
and our minds.  They want to be us."

Derek then takes Blake's chin and turns it toward himself and slowly put
his lips to Blake's.  Derek than leans back and looks into Blake's gorgeous
green eyes.  Blake just nods to him.  Derek comes in again for another kiss
only this is more sensual.  He doesn't break the kiss.  Blake starts to
kiss back and soon Derek feels Blake's tongue enter his mouth. Suddenly the
kissing becomes intense. They start to make out with each other and the
clothes start to fly off.

Derek knows he must stay alpha.  He gets Blake down to his boxer briefs and
pushes him back down to the couch on to his back. Derek swoops in and
presses his body against Blake's and goes in for more kissing.  Derek takes
Blake's hands and puts them above his head and holds them there.

"You feel that Blake?" They are both out of breath."You feel my power?  You
feel my protection?"  He kissed Blake again and then came back up and
stared into his eyes. "Do you feel it?  We are going to become one.  I'll
take care of you.  There's nothing to be scared of.  Trust me, after
tonight you and I will be merged and unstoppable."

Before Blake could answer, Derek pulled off Blake's underwear, took off his
own and stood above Blake like the god he was.  Blake could do nothing but
stare at him in awe. He was overwhelmed by Derek's masculinity, his
confidence, his prowess.  He took what he wanted and didn't take no for an
answer. Blake didn't know he wanted this.  He knew that he thought Derek
was attractive and that he envied everything Derek did but he never dreamed
that he would come to a party expecting nothing out of the ordinary and
ending up naked with Derek Walker balls deep inside him.  That's what was
going to happen right?  Right?  He started to want more of Derek on him.
He wanted to feel Derek's power and to be witness to his control. He wanted
nothing more than to satisfy Derek any way he could.  It was a privilege.


Derek knew what he was thinking.  He saw it hundreds of times in the girls
he fucked.  This man, this boy was already in love with him.  Derek
successfully took a straight, teenage jock and turned him into a
whimpering, moaning muscle pussy in one hour.  This kid didn't even know he
wanted this.

Derek laid down again on top of Blake and slowly put his knees between
Blake's legs and spread them apart. Derek went in for more kissing and he
felt something he had always wanted to feel from a guy.  He felt Blake lift
his smooth muscular legs up in the air and crossed them over Derek's waist
and digging his heels into Derek's lower back.

Blake was engulfed in Derek's arms. He wanted Derek to be inside him.  He
wanted this powerful man inside him, using him for his pleasure.  He needed
to feel Derek inside and he knew he would never be whole until he did.

Derek reached down into his letterman's jacket and pulled out a small
bottle of lube.  He kissed Blake quickly and then opened the bottle.  Blake
watched him as poured lube onto his index finger.  Derek looked down and
smiled. "This is going to hurt at first but then it will feel amazing."

Blake watched him slide back onto his heels. His own legs were still
spread, one on the top of the couch, one resting on the coffee table.  He
watched Derek lower his hand between his open legs.  He then felt something
cold on his hole. Derek looked down at him and smiled.  Blake could feel
Derek's finger press into his tight hole.  Derek's finger broke through
which made Blake wince in pain.

"Oww!  Oh shit.  Derek it hurts."

"Shhhh, I know babe. Just breathe."

Blake had a surge of adrenaline when he heard Derek call him babe.  Hearing
it did something to him.  It turned him on immensely and he spread his legs
even more.

Derek saw him spread out further and he smiled and laughed to himself, "oh
my god, this dude is totally wanting me to fuck him."

Blake felt Derek's finger enter him again.  It was easier this time and
actually didn't feel too bad.  Then he felt something else.  It was wider
than before.  Derek had added a second finger.

"Oh fuck dude."

"Baby you are fucking tight as a drum."

Before Blake could say anything else a jolt of electricity shot up through
him and he felt the most amazing sensation, the same one he felt when he
would cum.

"What the fuck?! Oh My God, what was that?" Blake moaned.

Derek laughed a little. "That my boy is why this is going to feel amazing.
I hit your prostate. Feels good huh?"

"Oh my fucking god that's amazing.  I think I'm going to cum!"

"Oh no you don't you fucker.  Not until I get my nut jock boy."

"Oh god Derek please let me cum."

"NO!" He pulled his fingers out of that tight ass.  Blake gave a loud gasp
at the sudden emptiness.  Derek leaned forward and grabbed Blake's chin in
one hand and looked him straight in the eye. "If you fucking cum before I
do I will seriously fuck you up.  I will beat the living shit out of you!
You hear me?"

Blake looked up at Derek with terror in his eyes. He didn't know what was
going on.  He tried to sit up and reached for Derek for a kiss but Derek
slapped his face and pushed him off the couch and onto the floor.

Blake tried to scramble away but Derek was to fast and twice his size.

"Derek!  What the fuck are you doing dude?" What's going on here?"

Derek got between Blake's legs and pushed them apart again.  "I'll tell you
whats going on here.  No wait, I'll show you."

Derek lunged forward and pushed his cock into Blake which sent a horrifying
scream from Blake's mouth.  Derek grabbed both of Blake's legs, threw them
up on his shoulders and pressed Blake's knees down to his chest.  He put
his arms around Blake's arms and hugged him tight so he couldn't get away.
Once Blake was secure Derek started to fuck.

"Oh Fuck yeah dude.  You are so fucking tight.  I fucking knew your ass
would feel amazing.  Feels like a tight pussy."

Blake was tossing his head back and forth, yelling and screaming for Derek
to stop. Derek was not going to stop.  This was his first taste of jock ass
and now he was addicted.  Tears were flowing from Blake's eyes and he
started to cry.

"Dude, stop being a pussy and man up.  I told you if you let me control it
you will be ok."

"But it hurts Derek.  It fucking hurts."

Derek slapped him again.  "IT WON'T IF YOU FUCKING LET ME CONTROL THIS!"

Derek stopped his onslaught and laid on top of Blake, still folded up under
him.

Blake looked up at him, "Why dude? Why are you doing this.  You didn't have
to do it like that.  I'm fucking willing to let you fuck me you asshole.  I
am fucking willing to let another dude fuck me!"

"Fine." Derek slowly sawed back and forth, in and out of Blake's ass.  He
watched Blake's face calm, the tears stopped flowing and he lay there
quietly except for a small grunt every time his cock went into him.

A few minutes passed and there was a sudden jerk from Blake.  Blake's eyes
rolled back in his head and huge moan came from his mouth.

"There it is babe," Derek said.

Derek released Blake from his tight grip and Blake started to moan
again. "Oh My Fucking God dude.  Fuck me.  Just like that.  Fuck me."

Derek picked up his pace and he felt Blake once more lift his legs straight
up in the air. He once again crossed them around Derek's waist and held on
for dear life as Derek pounded his prostate.  Blake wrapped his arms around
Derek's neck and brought him down for a passionate make-out.  He soon
couldn't hold back his moans and groans of pleasure and again was moving at
the top of his lungs.

Derek looked down at the fucking beautiful, gorgeous, masculine boy and
watched him find an ecstasy he never knew would come.  The smooth muscular
football jock was on his back, legs up, taking a fuck better than any girl
could. That made Derek think. Since he's taking a fuck like a chic why not
fuck with his head.

Derek slowed down a bit and Blake looked up at him. "Please, harder.
Please!"

Derek smiled at him.  " I will babe.  I want to make you feel real good.
You want that?"

"Yes please Derek."

"Good.  You have given yourself to me but now I need you to know my true
power I have over you."

"Yes.  Anything."

"In the last hour you went from a straight guy to a totally fag."

"Wait, no.  That's not whats going on."

"Blake.  Blakey.  Yes it is.  If you could see yourself right now.  You are
naked, on your back, legs up and getting fucked by a guy twice your size
just like a girl."

"Dude.  Why you have to be like that?  I'm not a girl bro."

"Says the guy with a dick up his ass or should I say pussy?"

"Fuck you Derek.  What the fuck? You never said anything about this shit."

Derek pushed forward into Blake's ass and Blake let out a huge grunt and a
moan.

"You were saying?"

"Derek I thought we were doing this for each other? You said we are going
to become one and be superior above all others."

Derek once again pushed forward sending Blake into pleasure again.

"Yes Blake I did say that.  The only thing is for that to happen I must
have your complete and udder obedience.  I have to show you that I am in
charge at all times. To accomplish this you have to be shown that you are
not equal to me.  You are who you are because I let you.  I will make you
in my own image but only because I allow it.  So this is how things are
going to go. Derek took each ankle and spread them as wide as they could
go.  He watched the cords of muscles in Blake's hamstrings bulge out and
show the strain of his beautiful muscular legs being spread like a woman.

Derek looked down at Blake as he held his legs out and began his quick
fucking motion again. Blake was in so much ecstasy that he could barely see
straight.

" You see Blake.  I'm fucking you right now like i fuck my girlfriend. I
bet you fuck your girlfriend this way too.  You hold those sexy legs up and
out, fucking in and out of her pussy as she moans with pleasure.  You feel
powerful.  You feel masculine.  You feel like a real man.  Guess what?  I
believe there is always one guys who's the "man" and one guy who is the
"woman" in situations like this.  Guess what?"

"Um.  I'm..  I'm the woman?"

"You're the woman."

Blake looked up as Derek was fucking him.  He saw his smooth tan legs
splayed out to the sides, toes pointed up like he had seen his girlfriend
do so many times for him.  He could hear her high pitched grunts and
moans. He realized that this is what she must feel like.  This must be what
its like to have a real man take control and show her that she is here to
please him and he is here to protect her. Derek was that man.  Derek was
that man for him.  He has now seen what it's like to be totally in love
with a man.  He knew he was a powerful jock who has been in a number of
fights.  He always protected his girl no matter what.  Now he knew he
didn't need to do that anymore.  Derek was going to protect him and care
for him and make him a better man by making him a better man by lettting
him make love him as if he was his girlfriend.

"I see it now Derek."  Blake brought Derek down to him again and kissed
him. " I see it. You made me realize something.  In order for me to be a
real man, I need to be a real girlfriend to a be real man.  You're that man
dude.  I can't believe I'm saying this.  I can't fucking believe i'm saying
this." He started to cry. "I want you to fuck me like I deserve.  Fuck me
like you fuck your girl.  Please?  Please protect me and guide me and never
leave me.  Ok bro?  Ok?"

"Yes Blake. You're my girl.  You know what girls get to do?"

"What?"

"They get to carry my boys." and with that Derek let loose and shot volley
after volley of thick jock cum into the muscle pussy below him, And when
Blake felt Derek cum in him he also let loose and came all over his own
face.

Derek leaned down and kissed him again then he pulled out.

 Blake sat up and Derek gave him a hand up. They both stood in front of
each other, muscled bodies sweaty and flush.  Derek reached for Blake's
chin again and drew him into a deep kiss.

"Derek, dude. I can not fucking believe all this.  I just cant believe what
just happened.  I just got fucked my Derek Walker.  I can't even fathom
this right now."

"Well fathom it quickly because I have this room for the whole night"

"Yeah?"

"oh yeah big boy.  You may be pregnant by morning."

Blake shook his head with a smile, "What the fuck have I gotten into?"

...

the present

Derek had come a long way.  He smiled and took one last look in the full
length mirror before going to meet Ben.  Now he knew what Blake had felt
the rest of their high school years.  Blake had become his fuck toy until
Blake went into the Marines after high school and they lost touch.  Hmmm,
Derek thought.  I got to look him up some time.  We still have a lot in
common, more than he knows.

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