Date: Thu, 20 Aug 2015 20:24:11 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little Top, Big Bottom Chapter 14

Chapter 14


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This was one of Jason's favorite positions, back against the wall, legs
wrapped around Michael's waist and strong muscular arms lowering him up and
down on a nice, thick, pulsing cock while making out veraciously with the
older muscle daddy.

"Yeah baby boy. Missed you so much. Wanted to take you with me so I could
bury my cock in this perfect ass every night," Michael whispered in Jason
ear while slowly long-dicking him against the wall.

That sent an erotic wave up Jason's spine. He loved when Michael called him
baby boy and he loved that his ass was getting Michael off. "I missed you
too dad. Missed you so much," Jason moaned as he held on tight, arms
wrapped around Michael's neck.

Michael pulled them away from the wall and slowly walked around the bedroom
bouncing Jason up and down on his cock.  He walked them over to a giant
wall sized mirror that was across from the bed and stood in front of it. He
gazed over Jason's shoulder and watched the smaller man's back muscles
tense and flex as he held on tight to his neck. He saw his own big hands
cupping the smooth hard mounds of Jason's perfect muscular ass and it
started to send him over the edge. The size difference between the two was
making him so hard. He looked as if he was fucking a teenager, a teenaged
athlete, smooth and perfect...not too unlike his son. Jason was the perfect
stand-in for his son.  They looked like twins, same musculature, same hair,
same cocky demeanor. Every time Jason called him dad he imagined it was Ben
saying it, riding his dad's cock and feeling his lips against his own as
they made love.

"Dad, I'm getting close man.  I can't control it anymore...gonna bust!"
Jason exploded a huge glob of spunk up between them and onto Michael's
smooth chest as well his own.

"That's my boy! Hold on baby boy, it's going to get a little rough."
Michael turned around and fell over onto the bed, Jason on his back now.
He started to saw into Jason faster and faster, harder and harder. Jason
grabbed his own ankles and spread his legs out as far as they would go.  He
abs tensed up and his muscles flexed as he tried to hold on to his smooth
sweaty legs while taking the brunt of Michael's pounding.

Michael let out a loud groan and went from pounding fast to pounding with
short, ramming strokes.  One for each volley of seed he forced into Jason's
aching hole.

Michael lay his body down onto Jason's body.  He went in for a hot, deep
kiss. Jason was like a sex-starved maniac as he accepted Michael's kiss and
slow pulsing cock still in his ass.

"You are the hottest boy a dad could hope for," said Michael while staring
into Jason's deep blue eyes.

"And you're the hottest dad a boy like me could ever want. You're so
amazingly hot dude."

Michael chuckled a little bit and slowly pulled his thick cock out of Jason
and lay down beside him. He wrapped his muscled arms around his new son and
they slowly drifted off for a nap.



Hours before, Jason pulled into the gated private drive of Michael's estate
and followed it as it wound through a grove of trees and up to the huge 6
car garage. This wasn't the first time he had been there but he was always
in awe at how big the mansion was and the sprawling grounds around it. The
many times he had been there before was usually at night so he never really
got a good look at the place in the daylight.

This was Michael's choice to meet up since he and his wife were recently
divorced and she had taken the beach house. Besides, it's not like he could
take him back to his place and risk Derek walking in on them.  Michael had
the whole place to himself as well as a place for his kids to stay when it
was his turn to take them. They were in and out all the time and his living
space was at the far opposite end of the house from theirs so he could fuck
Jason anytime and be as loud as he wanted and they would never know.

Jason had his own garage door opener so, as usual, he pulled his car into
the garage and lowered the door. He always felt a little inadequate when he
entered the garage because he had to park his used Lexus next to Michael's
collection of vintage porches, jags and Aston Martins.

Michael is a very wealthy man and he definitely likes the best.  Jason was
told many times that this is the reason Michael chose him as his boy
because Jason was by far the best looking, had the most incredible body of
any guy he had fucked. That made Jason smile every time he thought about
it.  It made him feel wanted, appreciated, like he had a purpose and that
purpose was to make Michael and men like him feel like kings and Jason was
there to use his body to serve.

Jason entered the main house using his own key that Michael had given him
days ago.  Sometimes Michael wanted Jason to be there when he got home from
the office. Nothing relieved stress after a long day negotiating deals than
coming home and finding a very hot, young, hard, smooth, muscular little
hunk splayed out on your bed wearing nothing but the tiny spandex bikini
briefs you bought for him.

William, a servant, greeted Jason in the foyer and took his suit
jacket. Jason said hello and asked if Mr. Drake was in his suite. Jason
always thought William was about the youngest butler he had ever seen. He
was young, athletic looking and very, very attractive. William was
obviously not oblivious to what was going on when Jason showed up clean
cut, impeccably dressed and eager to head upstairs to Michaels suite. He
also found humor in the fact that when Jason came back down stairs after a
few hours he generally looked a little disheveled and always
exhausted. William was hired for his discreet manner and his understanding
of Michael's situation.  After all, he was no stranger to Michael's
insatiable appetite for fucking a nice tight ass. It's how he got the job.

Jason entered the suite to find Michael unpacking some gift boxes he had
stuffed into a Louis Vuitton suitcase.

"Hey Dad. Welcome home." Jason approached Michael and stretched up on hit
toes to give him a kiss.

Michael patted him on the ass. "Hey handsome! I'm glad to be back. I got an
earlier flight because I couldn't wait to see you baby boy."  He leaned
down and kissed Jason again.

Jason saw all the gifts that were nicely wrapped and sitting all over the
bed. He gave a cocky little sneer and looking over the presents said, "for
me?"

Michael laughed and said, "of course they are you little fucker." He stood
behind Jason and Jason could feel the massive lump of Michael's cock
pushing into the small of his back.  Michael was so tall, or Jason was so
short that he always marveled at their size difference. Michael put his
arms around Jason's shoulders, pulled him back tight and placed a kiss on
his neck.

"Open them," he whispered into Jason's ear.

Jason started opening all the different boxes. It took him quite some time
because there were so many. Michael had taken it upon himself to buy Jason
a wardrobe of clothes he wanted to Jason wear. More spandex briefs, tons of
tight Under Armour and SKINS work out gear, tight fitting tshirts with pro
teams on them, tight skinny fit jeans, Vans shoes, Nike sneakers, ball
caps, and other assorted shirts, sweaters and dress pants as well as some
amazingly expensive ties. Jason was like a kid on Christmas morning.  He
did notice a theme, tight, form fitting, younger college aged clothes and
lots of workout gear.

"You're so athletic and you look so much younger.  I really want you to
show it off.  Not that you don't already but I really want to see you in
these clothes when we're together.  They will look hot on you, will think
you're my son." Michael said.

Jason put on a baseball cap, folded his muscular arms across his chest and
turned to face Michael and in his best frat-boy, jock voice replied," Yeah
bro. Totally wearing these sick threads for you dude. Bro. Dude." He
started laughing because he couldn't hold up the act any longer.

Michael laughed as well and grabbed another box that was beside the
bed. "Hey BRO, I've got more.  This is for fantasy time."

"Fantasy time?  Aren't I already a fantasy come true?" Jason batted his
eyes a few times.

"Shut up shithead and open it," Michael sneered.

Jason opened the box to find more athletic gear but this time sport
specific. Tight white spandex football pants, a matching spandex Under
Armour shirt with the local high school logo on the front, wrist bands,
football gloves, cleats, helmet, a tube of eye-block and of course a
football.  He took a closer look at the football and saw it was signed by
none other than Tom Brady himself.

"Holy shit dude! This is signed by Tom Brady! Tell me this is for real!"

"Ha! Yeah it's for real.  I knew you were a big fan so I had him sign it
for you."

"How? You know him?"

"Let's just say we've met."

"You have a story dude! Spill." Jason was beside himself.

Michael laughed again. "Later handsome. Right now I want to see you in that
football gear."

Jason looked inside the bag and pulled out more gear. Tight spandex
baseball pants, jersey, cap, shoes. Jason looked at Michael and raised an
eyebrow.

"I'm detecting a theme here." Jason smiled and dug out more gear.

His heart skipped a beat when he pulled out a tiny, red spandex wrestling
singlet. He absolutely loved singlets ever since he was in high school.  He
wrestled for two years while doing gymnastics as well. He always loved the
way the singlet showed off his teenage muscles with his tiny, tiny waist
and his bulbous bubblebutt. He had several so he could go home and
masterbate in front of the mirror getting himself off by looking at his own
flawless body.

And then there were a couple of wrestlers in college that he used to pound
the shit out of after frat parties.  A few were bi, a closeted one too but
these guys were Grade A Prime Beef, masculine and rugged.  He remembered
all the times he would get to fuck one after a torrid night of drinking,
beer pong and playing grab-ass on the front lawn. They didn't believe he
could take them down due to his size.  Jason always won. He used his short
size to his advantage.

"I remembered those stories you told me of back in college and you thought
you were a top. You fucked a lot of jock ass. Hard to imagine for me."
Michael winked.

"Yeah well you wouldn't say that if you knew me back in the day. I had a
fucking stable of hot studs dude. I was the shit."

"Well now you're in my stable cowboy."

"Stable? I'm not the only one in this stable of yours?" Jason chuckled.

"That's for me to know and you to find out, BOY."

"Whatever," said Jason with a wink.

Jason didn't give a shit if he wasn't the only one. He just knew he was the
only one for right now. And right now he was loving it.

He reached into the bag and pulled out another bigger singlet but in
blue. He held it up to Michael's body.

Michael smiled, "you can't be the only one who gets to have fun in a
singlet."

Jason emptied the bag on the bed.  Speedos, jock straps, cycling gear and
last but not least, a few dildos, a butt plug, two bottles of poppers, a
vibrator and an electric egg?

Jason picked up the egg. "The fuck is this?"

Michael took it and held it up. "It is a vibrator that goes in your hot
little ass. The fun part is that it's turned on by remote control. The
control which I carry. You never know when or where I'll activate it.  The
gym, out at dinner, a movie, the ballet," Michael said sarcastically.

Jason took the egg back and rolled it around in his hand. "Huh, alrighty
then. I guess I've come this far, why stop now."

"I fucking love your attitude Jason. Makes you hotter. You really are put
on this earth for men like me to enjoy and I was lucky enough to find the
perfect one."

Michael kissed him again.

Jason saw a box sitting in the corner next to the walk-in closet.  "What's
that one?"

Michael looked him in the eyes and caressed his cheek. "That, my boy, is
for other special fantasies. You'll have to be a good boy and wait."

"Hmmm. If you say so." Jason was even more curious than before.  He may
have to do some snooping later.

After a few minutes Jason had slid into the tight spandex football pants
and matching under armour high school shirt. He didn't even get the shoes
on before Michael was on him like an out of control monster. He pushed down
onto the bed on his stomach.  Michael began to kneed and pinch Jason's
spandex encased muscle ass. He then lay his body on top of Jason's small
body and began to hump the little muscle butt.

"I can't take it anymore.  I gotta get inside you baby boy."

"Fucking do it dad. Fuck your football player boy."

Michael stood up and peeled that pants and shirt off his hot jock boy.  He
took off his own clothes and pulled Jason up off the bed. He leaned forward
and grabbed Jason's ass with both hands and lifted him up.  Jason took the
hint and wrapped his legs around Michael's waist getting ready to be
impaled by a thick hard cock. Michael pushed him against the wall and
slowly entered Jason's hole.

This was one of Jason's favorite positions.



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