Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2016 06:14:45 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little Top, Big Bottom Chapter 18

You guys keep telling to write more so here goes...

Chapter 18

Jason and Derek returned home to shower, dress and get to work. They both
were in a kind of euphoria through out the morning. When they arrived at
the apartment all they could do was smile. The were both actually giggling
like school girls. They both had had an amazing night with two amazing guys
and at the same time. They hoped it would not be weird between them and it
didn't seem to be. They chuckled out loud as each one would comment on how
sore he was or how much jizz was leaking down his leg. They were both in
such a happy mood as they both took turns showering and went about their
ways getting dressed and ready to head out the door.

Derek stepped behind Jason and turned him around.

"Jason, I'm really happy about what happened last night. I'm not sure what
all this means for "us" but I know we have some talking to do." Derek
leaned down and kissed Jason on the lips.

Jason wrapped his arms around the tall stud. "Babe, I know I should have
told you what was going on with me. I'm sorry dude..."

"No. You don't have to apolo..."

"Yeah, I do. Let me finish. I obviously have some issues I need to work out
but I want you to know that what ever happens, I still love you, big guy. I
always want you in my life. I don't think I could imagine a life without
you in it."

Jason kissed him. They both stared into each other's eyes. Derek grabbed
both of his shoulders and squeezed, he wanted to feel the rock hard muscle
of Jason's delts. "Dude, I feel the same way. We'll figure this out. This
is brand new for both of us. Who knows if this thing with the Drake's is
even going to last. They might get sick of us or we might get sick of them.
Then there is the father / son thing going on too.  I'm sure they have a
lot to talk about as well. Let's just play it by ear and go about our lives
like we usually do."

"Yeah you're right. Promise me one thing. If you fall in love, I mean
helplessly in love with Michael or anyone for that matter, and you want to
stop our relationship, or what ever this is, and just remain friends,
you'll tell me right away. And I will do the same."

"Deal." They made out for a few minutes more and then they both were going
to be late for work.


The Drake's were also getting ready for their day. Michael had an executive
board meeting and Ben had to be at school for swim practice. When Michael
came down to grab some breakfast Ben was already there.

Ben was simultaneously texting while eating a bowl of oatmeal, he looked up
at his dad as he came into the kitchen.

"Morning." Michael mumbled, not looking at his son.

"Hey." Ben answered and watched his father as he opened the fridge to grab
a protein shake. He couldn't take his eyes of his dad's perfect ass in his
snug suit pants.

"You're up early."

"Yeah, I have swim practice."

"Oh, good." Michael leaned against the counter facing Ben who was sitting
across the room at the island bar. He kept his head down but turned his
eyes up to spy his son, trying to be inconspicuous. He now saw his son in a
different light. Sure, he always thought he was a gorgeous kid taking after
himself. He was a younger version of himself and he couldn't help but feel
so proud of his boy. He knew the boy sexually aroused him as of late since
he has grown into his body.  Thankfully his son had his genes, barring the
height gene. That he got from his mother. Other than Ben's height, the boy
and he shared the same body type. Muscular, ripped, small waist and broad
shoulders. They both shared the same thick, black, wavy hair, same blue
eyes. Ben wore his hair a little longer while he wore his clean-cut, short
on the sides, thick and wavy on top.

He himself had modeled in college. It paid for school and allowed him to
not have to work so much and he could focus on his studies. This is when he
realized he might be bisexual.  Always surrounded by beautiful, handsome
men had a way of bringing a closet case out and experiment with his
sexuality. He was dating his future ex-wife at the time and found that he
could handle being with her sexually as long as he could get off on the
side with other guys.

He was scared shitless of being gay.  He knew he had to get married, have
kids and be the son his parents wanted him to be. His brother was the
golden boy and he had to live up to his standards.

Michael remembered working photo shoots in other cities, other countries
and spending night after night fucking guys, fellow models or just any hot
guy he could pick up. He loved burying his cock into a nice tight ass. He
loved the power that came with knowing he was taking another guy and
possessing him and controlling him in a way like no other. All the other
models knew he was bisexual and also knew if they were going to bed him
down, they were going to get pounded because Michael was all top.

Not all the models were gay, some were straight, some were bisexual like
himself. But some times, when the alcohol was flowing, hot, attractive,
horny, straight dudes suddenly didn't mind making out or getting their
dick's sucked. They would always chalk it up to being hammered and that it
wouldn't happen again.  It always did though. Why?

Michael was the type of guy that made a straight dude question his own
sexuality. He was extremely handsome, very athletic, a beautiful body, 6'3
and masculine as all get out. He was the guy they said if they were gay,
he's the one they would want to be with. Coming from another model, well
that was the best compliment a man could receive. It also was a sign to him
that that guy is questioning himself and that was a window for Michael to
climb into and take what he wanted. What he wanted was their ass.

Michael was successful almost every time. Sometimes it took time to build a
straight guy's trust, get them to soften up to the idea that they were both
obviously attractive and that their kind have to stick together. They could
have anything they wanted and anyone, male or female. He would work them
down, get them to see how masculine and rugged he was, how confident,
powerful, get them to envy him, want to be him. They soon thought about
what it would be like to mess around with him.  They felt honored to be in
his presence and had a jolt of adrenaline whenever he paid them any kind of
attention. Add a little alcohol or some blow and that guy would find
himself legs up, dick in hole by the end of the night.

Michael modeled from age 16 to 30. He took such great care of himself that
his skin seemed to never age.  Sure he had a few gray hairs now but he
still looked at least 10 years younger than he was. Over that period of
time he managed to get married, have two kids and acquire a small
fortune. Now worth billions of dollars he had the kind of life that people
only dream of. He also knew that with money and being attractive that he
could basically do what he wanted. What he wanted was to fuck. He had a
type. Younger, athletic, masculine, handsome and a bottom.

Over the years he had assembled quite of stable of hot young men. He
surrounded himself with the most attractive guys he could find. His own
assistant, a hot 24 year old business graduate student, he met at a circuit
party in San Diego and offered him a job after a weekend of never ending
pounding the boy into oblivion.

He had one in every city, in every country and of course, probably a dozen
or so here in his own home city. Before he was divorced he would routinely
lie to his wife and kids that he was working late when in reality he was
balls deep either in his assistant or one of his regular kept boys.

He had a few college boys kept. He paid for their condos, bought them cars,
clothes, Crossfit memberships that they were required to use at least five
days a week and maintain under 10% body fat. He wanted them in top
condition at all times. He even took them on "business trips" all while
they were in school. Although there wasn't much "business" going on while
lying on a beach in the Caribbean next to a fucking gorgeous muscleboy
wearing a small speedo but hey, you learn to become a good liar.  God he
loved a hot muscleboy in a speedo. In return he had a key to all the
condos, he could come in anytime unannounced and demand them to stop what
they were doing and fuck the hell out of them.

Most of them didn't even know about each other. They thought they were the
only ones lucky enough to be getting fucked by a hot older man with
money. Most didn't even consider themselves bottoms. A few didn't consider
themselves gay. They just knew they had to put out if they wanted to remain
being taken care of. When a rich, attractive man waves money in front of
your face, a new car and all expenses paid, you seem to be able to suddenly
suck dick and take it up the ass. Besides, at least the older guy wasn't
some fat and ugly pervert.  If they are going to lose their cherry to a
dude, it better be Michael.

Only a couple knew about the other.  Those two were for special night. He
loved to be worshipped.  He loved to see two beautiful boys paying him
homage and he loved to watch these two hunks fuck. He thought about telling
the two straight boys about the other because he found it amusing they were
taking some of the same classes and both played football at the same
school. They were friends but neither knew the other one was getting
manhandled by the same man.

However, one of those straight boys did know of one of the other guys
because these two were the ones Michael liked to 3-way with. Once again, he
was amused watching the straight one make out with the gay one. This kid
had come far. He was such a shy little jock at first, repulsed at the
notion of being with yet another dude.  He also didn't like anyone else
knowing about his situation with Michael and that he was taking cock on a
regular basis. The kid was so macho all the time, acting like it didn't
bother him but deep down Michael knew the kid was apprehensive and a little
disgusted which made Michael even more horny.  He loved the power of taking
a handsome, masculine jock and making him into a little bitch all for his
own pleasure.

The kid was only willing to 3-way because Michael promised to buy him a
motorcycle if he did. Michael knew that would get him. He didn't think
about it too long. They went and picked out a bike that same day. As an
added bonus, Michael slipped the kid $10,000 cash. The kid was so thankful
that he blew Michael on the way back to his condo and then really put out
for him, getting into the fuck, using lots of fuck talk, calling himself a
bitch, calling him Dad and begging to be bred. Yeah, he had come a long
way. Still proclaiming his straightness, he was a slut for dad cock. He
became one of Michael's favorite boys and he made sure that the kid knew
it.

Michael snapped out of his daydream and noticed Ben looking at him with a
confused look on his face. Oh shit. He wants to talk about it. Fuck.

"Ok, what?"

"Ok, what? Dad, last night... We... I mean..." Ben put down his phone and
looked down at the counter.

"Ben. Look, what happened, happened. Please don't make this weird."

Ben's head jerked up. "Don't make this weird? Dad, we kissed. We kissed
while we fucked two guys. That's not weird? That's the fucking definition
of weird!"

Michael drank the shake and threw it in the trash. He walked over to the
island and leaned down on it, on to his elbows in front of Ben.

"Ben. I don't know what to say? I don't know what to do? I can't change
what happened. I'm sorry you feel this way. I don't."

Ben looked into his dad's eyes. "I'm not sorry it happened, dad. I just
wish we would have trusted one another enough to tell each other what was
going on in your lives. Maybe this would have happened a different way."

"What way?"

"I don't know. Maybe not with our dicks in two dude's assholes for one."

Michael slowly broke into a smile and then a laugh. Ben saw the humor in
what he just said and started to laugh as well.

Michael patted Ben on the shoulder. Still laughing, "Well I can think of
other ways to come out to my son. You have to admit, when I do things, I
always do them big."

Ben laughed even harder. "It seems to me you were doing someone small, big
guy. Look at me though, you saw Derek.  Dude is a giant.  I come up to his
chest."

Michael chuckled. "Yeah, about that.  What the hell? How did you find that
fucker? He's massive! I can't believe that dude is a bottom."

"He's a fucking slutty bottom, dad. He can't get enough of getting
fucked. It's like his hole never gets loose. It's tighter and tighter every
time we fuck."

"Same with Jason. I can fucking pummel that kid with my entire weight and
he just keeps taking it.  I'm twice his size, I feel like I may crush him
sometimes but he loves it even more."

Ben laughed again.

"What's so funny now?"

"I'm sitting here in the kitchen with my dad talking about the two guys we
are fucking AFTER we just fucked them side by side. It's surreal. Yet it
also seems natural, know what I mean?"

"Yeah I do. It seems strange but it does feel natural. Two guys dishing
about guys. It's very..erotic."

Ben could feel his hard dick expanding the lycra speedo he was wearing
under his sweats. His heart began to flutter. "It is kinda hot. Finding out
my hot dad is into ass. Feels cool to be able to talk to someone who
understands other than some kid I'm fucking around with at school. I assume
your into ass exclusively from the way you nailed Jason."

Michael smiled. "Oh yeah, total top. Never been fucked."

"Thought so."

"You?"

"Me? Oh, I'm versatile top." Ben and Michael's stare became very
intense. "With Derek I only top."

Michael slid forward a bit closer on his elbows. Ben noticing his blue eyes
becoming more and more intense.

"So, you have been fucked." It was a statement, not a question."

"Yeah. Lots of times."

"I guess I don't know my son as well as I thought I did. I had no fucking
clue you were gay."

They both continued the intense gaze.

"Can you tell me who? Who fucks you?"

"Ah, well, I mess around with a guy on my swim team, there are two on my
gymnastics team, there are a couple football players, a wrestler that I
only top. I've met a few on Grindr, some others I've met just out and
about. It's funny how I find dudes in the most common places when I'm not
even looking for it."

"Well duh," Micheal smirked, "Look at you. You're an incredibly attractive
kid. You can have whom ever you want.  Just like your old man."

"I guess so. I assume it's been working for you all this time."

"Oh son, you have no idea."

Ben laughed an uncomfortable chuckle.  He wanted to know more.

"So it sounds like my boy is into athletes. Good choice. Take after your
old man. All my boys are athletes of some sort or another. Jocks are the
way to go. Nothing hotter than to see a smooth, muscular, young jock
struggle to take a cock up his pussy while trying to deny that he loves
every fucking minute of it.  Thank god for daddy-issues."

"Like I said, there are a few that I only top. There are a few that I only
bottom for. The rest is a free-for-all."

Michael wanted to know more.  His rock hard cock straining the zipper of
his $300 suit pants.

"You're a bottom for a few guys?"

Ben was getting more and more worked up.  They had become closer to each
other. He could feel his dad's breath.

"Yeah, closeted dudes. One is a married guy with three kids. We meet up
from time to time at his house when his family is gone and he fucks me on
his and his wife's bed."

"He hot?"

"Oh dad, he's so hot. Reminds me of you." Ben stopped, he couldn't believe
he said that out loud.

Michael's eyes got big. He took a breath.

"It's ok, son."

"Anyway, he's really muscular, handsome, ex-pro football player and loves
to fuck me on my back. Likes to kiss me while he pounds me."

"No shit?! NFL?"

"Yep." Ben answered quite proud of himself. "Met him at Crossfit. I like to
tease him by wearing my tightest leggings, shows off my ass. Pounded me in
his Jaq."


"Pounded? You can take it hard? Rough?"

"Yeah, dad. It's the only way I like it."

Once more the electricity between them was hot.

Ben cleared his throat. "Um, do you? I mean, do you.. like to fuck rough?"
Ben was shaking now. He couldn't breathe.

Michael slid all the way until their noses were almost touching. His hand
came up behind Ben's head and slowly gripped a handful of hair.

"Yeah,Son. I do." Michael pulled Ben's head forward and proceeded to kiss
his son hard and full. Tongues fighting each other, pushing into each
other's throats. Now Michael has both hands on Ben's head, running his
hands through Ben's thick hair.

Ben moaned a long, slow tone. He put his hands around his dad's neck,
feeling the man's thick traps and boulder like shoulders.

They stopped after a few minutes and stared into each other's eyes.

"Dad? I don't think I want to go to practice today."

"Ben? I'm not going to that meeting today."

They both stroked each other's hair. Not smiling. Just serious. Looking for
something in the other's eyes.

Michael came around to the other side where Ben was sitting. He took Ben by
the upper arm and pulled him toward himself as he began to walk out of the
kitchen, dragging the boy behind.

"Oh my god. Dad?" Ben was over whelmed.

"Shhh. It's ok, just come with me." Michael said, still pulling, still
looking straight ahead.

"Ok."

Michael dragged him to the top of the stairs. Ben watching the incredible
ass flex and strain against the black dress pants of his father.

Michael stopped for a second. He looked down at Ben as Ben was stepping up
the last step. "Boy, I'm going to destroy your hole."

Ben swallowed hard as he was dragged into his dad's bedroom. Michael picked
him up by his upper arms and flung him onto the bed like he was a rag doll.

Ben landed on his back.  He sat up and looked at his dad. His dad was
breaking shirt buttons to get it off quickly. Ben took off his own t-shirt
and pushed down his sweats.

Michael was down to his tight, sheer, nylon dress socks that were hugging
his huge calves. He looked down at his boy. His beautiful boy, so handsome,
so muscular sitting there in nothing but a royal blue speedo.

"Stop. Let me take that off you." He started to take off his socks.

"Ok. But can you leave those socks on? They are sexy as fuck."

Michael looked down at his socks. He knew they looked sexy, he knew he had
amazing legs. "Fuck yeah."

Michael climbed on to the bed. He slid his hands along Ben's baby smooth,
freshly waxed legs. Thank god for swimming he thought to himself. He put
his hand over Ben's erection that was incased inside the sexy tight
speedo. He squeezed softly at first and than a little harder making Ben
gasp and moan. Michael reached under Ben and took his ass in both hands and
felt the fabric over Ben's tight, tight ass. He pulled up on the boy's ass,
pulling the front of the speedo into his own mouth. He ran his tongue along
the fabric, slowly sucking and biting the cock through the speedo.

He couldn't take it any more.  He reached up, took the waistband of the
suit and peeled it off his son's tight, ripped thighs and tossed it to the
side.

Ben was sweating now, breathing hard, never felt his cock so hard. He sat
up again and grabbed his dad's thick cock.  He stroked it, feeling the
girth in his smaller hand. In awe of the thing that was about to split him
in half.

He stroked it again and again. "Dad?" Michael looked down at him, chest
heaving, biceps straining. "Dad." Ben stroked his dad hard and then
stopped. He grabbed it and squeezed while staring into his father's eyes,
"Fuck me."

Michael let out a growl. He grabbed the boy's ankles and threw them up so
hard they went all the way over Ben's head. He slammed a forearm across the
back of Ben's knees and held his legs in place, knee caps back by his
ears. He reached over to the night stand, grabbed a bottle of lube, turned
it upside down over the boy's smooth hole. Squeezed hard and pushed out a
handful sized glob of lube onto the boy's hole. He threw the bottle against
the wall, scooted up between his son's legs, grabbed both ankles in each
hand, aimed his cock at the wet hole.  He looked down at his son, pushed
the cock to the opening. His face grew stern. He rested the ankles on his
shoulders, leaned down, kissed his son. Then without warning, buried
himself to the root in his handsome son's gripping hole.

Ben actually screamed a high pitch scream that sounded almost feminine. His
eye scrunched closed, his teeth gritted, he hands latched on to his dad's
biceps. He tried to speak but he could not. All he could do was scream or
grunt.

Michael looked down at the little man.  His son. He had wanted this for so
long. Now he had him. No more trying to find guys that looked like him. He
had him.

Finally, Ben caught his breath. "Fuck, dad! Oh my fucking god!"

"What's wrong son? That slutty tight ass of yours can't take it? Huh?"

He began to push in hard, moving his son forward on the bed.

Ben's head thrashing back and forth. "AGHHHHHH... Dad! Oh my god!"

"Yeah that's it.  Shhhh. You're a good boy.  You're my good boy. Relax baby
boy. You can do it. This is how it's going to be from now on. You need to
learn to get used to it."

"DAD! Oh FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!"

Michael had now spread both ankles out as far as they would go. Marveling
over the muscle in each hamstring strain and stretch. Gymnastics had made
this boy limber.  He pulled them out further and pushed down, bringing both
legs down to touch the mattress. His boy now shaped like a "T." He was very
impressed with how far this kid could stretch, like a fucking rubber band.

Ben started to moan now. His eyes were huge and his mouth gaped. He looked
up at his dad as he took control and folded his little body into whatever
shape he wanted.

Michael reached forward again and took a bottle of poppers out from under
the pillow. He put the bottle under his own nose and then Ben's.  Ben
breathed in hard and BAM! his senses took over, his heart raced, all of a
sudden all he wanted to do was get fucked.

He grabbed hold of his own ankles, held them out and down. His dad saw this
as a challenge and began to unmercifully destroy his son's muscle hole.

Just the sounds of moans, grunts and growls could be heard echoing through
the halls of the huge mansion. Michael pounded his boy for what seemed like
hours when it was probably only minutes.

"Please, dad! Oh my fucking god Dad! Cum inside me! Cum inside me!!"

Upon hearing his strong, masculine son begging him to breed him, he took a
deep breath, buried his dick all the way in and let out a tremendous yelp
as he unloaded the biggest load he had ever shot in his life into the
beautiful, tight ass of his hot, handsome boy. At the same time, Ben too
let loose with a huge volley of cum all over his own face.

Both out of breath, Michael lowered himself down on top of his sweaty son,
kissed him deeply and smiled. "Good boy."

They slept for a couple of hours before they went at it again.  This time
he took Ben doggie on the bed.  He then picked him, impaled and fucked him
in front of the mirror.

Both were in ecstasy as they watched two men, almost carbon copies, become
one and merge into another state of being.  A new relationship has begun.


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