Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 22:14:09 -0700
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little Top, Big Bottom Part 4

Chapter 4

Jason's Point-of-View

I called it.  I turned him out. I knew I could, there was no question.
What surprised me was how easy it was.  Derek was there for the taking and
I took.


What I love most about it is the sheer underestimating guys do when they
meet me and size me up.  The literally size me up.  Yeah I'm short at 5'6"
but I pack a punch.  My smaller size allows me to carry a nice tight
package of smooth, ripped muscle.  I was a gymnast in high school and
college and even wrestled a bit.  I wear my size proudly and being
underestimated turns me the fuck on.  It's amazing that at my smaller
stature I still can command a room when I walk in.


Even though guys assume right away that I am a hot little muscle bottom
I've never had an instance where I didn't end up on top.  I've never ever
bottomed and I never plan on it.  I guess you could say I'm a top in a
bottom's body.


Derek on the other hand looks like a top.  He commands a room as well as I
do.  He is masculine as fuck and oozes sexiness and charisma. Just my
type. He's a nice tall 6'3" and all man.  He's classically handsome, built
like a brick wall but still lean and ripped to shit.  Very much my type.
He's confident, cocky and knows what he wants.  Exactly my type.  I knew
when I worked my magic, he would be mine.  The perfect trophy wife.  We
look sexy as hell side by side and I'm sure people think its cute that
Derek finally found his tiny muscle boy.  I'm sure they are picturing me
bent over the side of the bed taking that huge stud cock up my little round
shitter. Our size difference would give him the upper hand in public but I
will always gain that upper hand back when behind closed doors.  Let him
act the Alpha in public.  I could give a shit.  It's actually hot to me to
see him strut his sexy ass around and act superior knowing that he is
actually nothing at all that way when it's just me and him...and sometimes
others.


When I first saw him in that bar I gave myself an hour before I had him
ready to leave and head back to my place.  I knew exactly how I would do it
and what I should do.  I knew by looking at him that he craves attention.
He seeks approval from others.  He needs to be the center of the universe.
It's too easy.


He's so busy scoping out the crowd for his next prey that I will take him
off guard and he won't know what hit him.  He has zeroed in on me like I
knew he would.  Hell, every dude in here is zeroing in on me.  I bee-line
over to him and don't even give him a chance to talk.  I compliment the
shit out of him.  I tell him how beautiful his body is, how handsome he is,
how sexy he is.  He tries to tell me his name at one point.  I shut him
down immediately.  It's not information I need to know right now.  I
already know he's the one.  The one I will spend the rest of my life with.
He's too perfect for me and I'm even more perfect for him.


I didn't let him get a word in.  I was very aggressive in my movements and
gestures.  I guided him around that bar like I had a leash on him.  I let
him know who was in charge and who was calling the shots.  He was putty in
my hands.


Like I predicted I had him home in under an hour and I was balls deep in
that ass in under two.  He was a fucking virgin too.  I hit the fucking
lottery with him.  He was straight acting, an alpha top and had a low
self-esteem.  That was the key.  His low self-esteem and his need for
approval was what did him in.  I had his powerful, tree trunk legs and
cannon ball calves up in the air in no time.  He had no idea what he had
been missing or what he was about to experience.


The rest is history.



I know I come off as a complete arrogant prick but I am what I am.  Did I
whore my boyfriend out to my best friend?  Hell yeah I did. Will I do it
again?  Hell yeah I will. It's nothing personal. I do love Derek with all
my heart and soul.  It's just that my heart and soul have a sadistic side
to them and seeing him do things that he wouldn't normally do but he does
because I told him too, makes me want to cum in my pants. Not to mention
that it keeps him down and shows him his place.  He's grown to like Dalton.
Derek and Dalton actually get along better than I thought they would.
Dalton is almost a clone of me.  Same short height and same body type.  He
definitely has the same attitude.  That's how I met and became friends with
Dalton.  We both like the same thing.  We love to Alpha big muscle heads.


I met Dalton at an invitation-only after-party.  A room full of amazingly
hot guys all down and dirty, fucking the shit out of each other in one big
muscle orgy.  I couldn't help but notice the hot little muscleboy in the
corner going to town on the ass of some huge bodybuilder three times his
size.  The amount of slamming this boy was doing made me want to know who
the fuck he was.  I stayed on my side of the room and was pounding the ass
of some muscled up stripper and gave Dalton direct eye contact until his
eyes found mine.  I smiled at him and he just nodded back and kept on
pounding musclebutt.  Cocky, I like that.


I made my way over to him eventually and without saying a word I rammed my
cock down the throat of the bodybuilder Dalton was fucking.  Damn he was
sexy as fuck.  He looked at me and nodded again.  I smiled back.


"I don't get fucked."  He said bluntly.


"That's cool.  I don't either."


"Good.  Just so we got that straight. Now, do you want a shot at this ass?
He's a fucking whore for cock."


And that was the start of our friendship.  We must have went through 10
guys that night.  One right after the other, taking turns and watching each
other fuck until the early morning.  We started to hang out a lot more and
we shared our sexual experiences and bonded over our shared love of
dominating bigger guys.

I'd known him a year when I met Derek.


"Dude, I met the most incredible guy last weekend."


"Yeah?"  His ears perked up.  "And?"


"6'3, model handsome, fitness model body, masculine and an ass that is the
most amazing ass I've ever been in."


"That's saying a lot.  You've been in a lot of ass."


"Bro, this is the one.  He's THE one."


"Wow.  No shit?  He must be if you're this into him."


I told him all about Derek and how easy it was for me to bitch him.  I
purposely waited about 9 months before I introduced them.  I wanted Derek
all to myself. I knew once Dalton met him, he would try to get at him.


"Dude, you wanna meet Derek tonight?"


"Fuck I thought you would never ask.  It's been almost 9 months."


"I know.  Sorry about that but bro, he's worth that wait...I wanna watch
you fuck him."


"Fuck yes dude.  I'm totally up for some ass. Ever since you showed me
those pics of him I've been wondering if you were gonna let me in on that."


"Tonight bro.  Come over before he gets home.  He won't know what hit him.
We're gonna fuck with his head first."


"Yeah?  Do I get to play the bottomboy again like we did with that marine?
Make him think He's gonna fuck me?"


"You read my mind."


Well you know the rest.  Dalton gave Derek a nice hard fuck.  Derek learned
that he was at my whim and was pretty much a pussy.  The poor boy was even
more confused after that night but like I said before, I don't give a shit.
It keeps him grounded.


Like I said, I'm kind of a prick.  Dalton and I meet up with dudes online
and fuck the hell out of them.  I usually do that when Derek is at work.
Does he know?  Don't care.  I am who I am.  Derek is the good little wife
and I'm the hard working man of the house.  I have needs.  If he finds out
and gets all butt-hurt then let him.  I have what he needs and he's not
going anywhere.


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