Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 17:53:14 -0700
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little Top, Big Bottom Part 3

PART 3


Back in the day I was the big dog, the alpha male, the guy who always got
who he wanted.  Fucking three to four guys a day on any given weekend was
not unheard of.  I'd hit up Grindr first thing in the morning after my
workout and I had the pick from the cream of the crop.  When I was done
with a dude, I'd kick him to the curb and go find another.  My record is
six guys in one day. Ten guys if I include that time in Palm Springs when I
ended up in a room full of jar heads, just back from deployment in Iraq, at
two o'clock in the morning and all of them wanting to take a ride on my
stick.


Back in the day I was never one to settle down with one guy.  I was too
horny. All I wanted to do was fuck ass and fuck ass I did.  I didn't care
where I got it from as long as he was hot, muscular, athletic and willing
to take cock.  That includes straight guys or so called "straight" guys.  I
think I hold the record for turning straight boys or at least turning them
for a few hours anyway.


My presence was felt when I walked into a room as if a rare, endangered
tiger had just wandered in off the street.  My 6'4" frame was opposing and
intimidating and that's the way I liked it.  Straight guys didn't know I
was gay.  The thought never even crossed their minds.


I can't count how many times I would get stares from husbands and
boyfriends who tried to look away when I caught them admiring me for a
little too long.  Soon they were crowded around me asking questions about
my workouts and how I got so big and yet so ripped.  I even got the same
questions from dudes who were just as built as I am, which told me they
were at least curious what it would be like to get into an intimate tangle
with a masculine dude the likes of myself.


Once they all found out I was gay they couldn't believe it.  It made them
more and more curious about me and then the questions got sexual in nature.
When did I know I was gay?  Have I ever slept with women?  Then the ones
who gave themselves away to me would ask questions like, what kind of guys
do I like?  What's anal sex like?  What's it like to kiss a dude?  Once I
got those questions I knew I had him.  They wanted to take a walk on the
dark side.


My success rate with fucking a curious, straight guy is 100%.  You would
think they would just want to go easy their first time out and just kiss or
jerk off.  Not with me. Kissing and jerking were the appetizers.  Fucking
their ass was the main course.  Desert was loading them up with my
swimmers. Some felt like complete shit when I was done and they would slink
out of my apartment never to be heard from again.  Others had their eyes
opened and always came back for more.  The wife was out of town or the
girlfriend was out on a "girl's night."  It didn't matter.  I was their man
crush, fantasy fuck and I didn't give a shit if they never wanted a repeat
but they always did.  I loved the midnight texts from a drunk frat boy
wanting to suck dick and do a little anal.  It made them hot to know a big
stud like me was filling them up.  My loads made them feel oddly powerful
yet vulnerable if not slightly feminine.  It was a privilege to them to
have my dick inside them.


That was then. This is now.  Now I am flat on my back, legs up in the air
being held open at the ankles.  My legs are resting on Jason's shoulders.
They are so big in contrast to Jason's smaller muscular shoulders that they
look like they could crush him under their weight.  I sometimes worry my
225 lbs would sometime be too much for his 150 lbs jock frame but he never
complained. My dick is rock hard laying flat against my eight pack abs and
leaking pre-cum into their ridges. Jason calls them my "cum gutters."
Jason's abs too are outstanding and they are displayed out in full force as
he continuously rams his amazing 8 inches of cock in and out of my tight,
smooth pussy.


His eyes penetrate mine and his sweat runs down his forehead, dripping off
his nose and into my mouth.  I stick my tongue out to catch every drop of
his salty fuck sweat.  I want every thing of him inside me even if it means
licking the sweat from his body. He gives me a cocky smile.  He knows how
turned on I am.  I must look pathetic laying there wagging my tongue in
order to catch his perspiration.  He knows me to well.  His smile tells me
something is coming.  And then before I know it, he spits into my open
mouth.  I am thrown off and my face must have shown shock because he
started to laugh as he fucked me.  Looking down at me he spoke with his
eyes.  They told me that there was more where that came from and he did it
again. Spit right into my mouth.  I swallowed. It was delicious.  It was a
sweet, salty taste.  A small taste of my man.  A small taste of power.


This was the third fuck of the day and it wasn't even noon.  He woke me
with a nice slow, deep, drawn out fuck before breakfast.  We went to
Crossfit and he fucked me in the shower when we got home, chest to the
wall, bent at the knees so he could reach my pussy.  I had my hands pressed
against the glass along with one side of my face, moaning like a whore.
After the shower Jason pulled me into the bedroom, pushed me back on to the
bed and started another plowing session.  I admit he could get to be a
little too much sometimes.  I then remember he is 22 years old and 22 year
olds are always ready to fuck.  To have me around must be ecstasy for a
horny muscle jock like him.

After he dumped a load inside my gut we lay in the afterglow of our
marathon fuck session.


"Whad'ya think of that WOD?"  asked Jason, referring to the Workout Of the
Day at Crossfit.


"Dude it kicked my ass.  I thought I was in prime condition but every time
we go I get my ass handed to me."


"No shit.  Thought I was gonna die.  Your pull ups are getting better
babe."


"Yeah well I'm 75 lbs heavier than you are.  Must be nice to pump out 20
pull ups when you're only pulling up 150 L-B's."


"Yeah yeah I know.  I'm a tiny guy.  A tiny guy with a big, huge,
muscle-bound pretty boy for my cum dump."  Jason playfully slugged me on
the shoulder and jumped up off the bed.  He grabbed a pair of tight boxer
briefs, slid them on and headed into the kitchen.


I crawled out of bed, still sore from being bent into a pretzel for the
past 30 minutes.  That's right, 30 minutes.  Shut the fuck up.  Jason has
so much fucking stamina.  I have long legs. You have no idea what I go
through to satisfy him.


I grab a pair of briefs from the same drawer as Jason.  We wear the same
underwear even though I could stand to wear a size bigger, he likes me
wearing them super tight so, therefore, they are all his size. I slide them
up over my smooth legs and up over my boulder like ass.  Jason makes me wax
my body so I am always satin smooth.  I have to admit that when he makes me
wear tight gear, it always feels so nice, smooth and erotic.  He says I
need to be smooth to not only show off my definition but to also as a
symbol of submission.  Real men have hair over their bodies but since I'm
not technically a real man than I don't need hair. When I bring up the fact
that he is waxed too he says he likes the way it looks AND he doesn't need
hair, he's the one fucking me.


I follow him into the kitchen where he's preparing a couple of protein
shakes.


"You think guys at Crossfit know...about me...I mean that I'm..."

"My bitch?"  Jason said with a cocky smile.


"Ah yeah...yeah."  God I hated that sometimes, eventhough it's basically
true.


"Well you don't put off that vibe, thank god and I don't think Dalton would
say anything.  Unless it would benefit Dalton anyway."


"What do you mean?"


Jason turns and hands me a shake. "Here."  I take the shake and drink it
down.  Jason watches me drink and runs his finger up and down my washboard
as I do.  I know he likes it when I'm shirtless.


"Listen babe.  There is something you should know about Dalton.  He's kind
of a dick. Yeah he's hot and fucking sexy as hell but he still is only out
for himself.  If he thinks outing you to a bunch of dudes would benefit him
for whatever reason, he'll do it."


"Hmm."  I set the shaker down on the counter and leaned back against it.  I
nonchalantly flexed my abs and pecs as if I didn't know I was doing it.
Damn I love to show off for Jason.


"What are you worried about anyway?  You're bigger than anyone there.  You
afraid of getting the shit kicked out of you or something big man?"


"No.  It's just that..."


"It's just that you still don't want anyone to know that you're not what
you seem?"


"I dunno."


"I do.  You don't want anyone to know what you're not what you seem." He
laughs.  "It's ok bro. You'll get used to it.  You've been doing great the
last few months and I'm so happy that I have you.  Really I am.  I may be a
dick sometimes but I don't apologize for it.  It's the way I am and you
need me to be this way.  I'd do anything for you and not just because it
would benefit me.  I'm not like Dalton.  There is a difference between
being a dick to use someone to get what ya want and being a dick to show
how much I care for you.  Don't get me wrong I know I can be self-serving
when it comes to you.  I like to get off using you and I get off knowing
you're getting off while I'm using you.  I have my own weird ass views on
this relationship but I wouldn't do anything to put you in danger."


"O...Ok. I'm just getting used to this.  That's all.  Just need time.  This
is SO not me.  It's so fucking confusing.  I didn't know about this side of
myself."


"I get it.  By the way.  Those briefs are killer on you."  Jason says as he
cups my right ass cheek.


"They almost don't fit." I laugh.


"I know.  That's the point. Got to have my boy showing off all his
"assests" to assure everyone your top dog.  You do know you're not though.
Right?"  Jason pulls my head down to his level and kisses me on the lips.


"Yeah.  Yeah... I know."


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