Date: Sun, 7 Sep 2014 16:06:46 -0700
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little Top, Big Bottom Part 6

PART 6

Someone to watch over me.


Dalton's cock feels so huge right now.  My huge body is tensed and flexed
as I take his onslaught fucking.  As I'm bent over my bathroom sink,
looking at Dalton through the mirror as he slams heavily into my musclebutt
I'm reminded just exactly what my role is in life.  I'm a cum-dump.  As
much as it embarrasses me to admit that, it also turns me on and gets me
rock hard.

I look at myself in the mirror.  I stare into my own eyes and through the
tears of pain and pleasure I see a shadow of my former self.  I used to be
the stud behind the upturned ass of some jock bent over in front of a
mirror.  I used to be the one who liked to pick up a dude, hold him up and
bounce him on my stick.  I used to be the one spewing fuck talk and calling
my latest prey a bitch, whore, slut, a pussy.

I'm broken from my contemplating by Dalton pulling my hair and yanking my
head back and ramming my ass in a staccato rhythm.  The muscles in my neck
tense and my shoulders and biceps flex to the extreme as I hold on to the
edge of the vanity for deal life.

I can tell he's getting close.  Dalton has a tell.  His upper lip turns up
on the left side into a sneer and then he loses it.  The sneer is happening
and with one jolt forward he unloads a nice, sticky load into my fuck-hole.
He falls forward on to my back, wraps his arms around to my chest and rubs
my pecs.

"Bro.  That's was fucking sick.  You can really take a fuck babe. Really.
You are built to take a sick fuck."  Dalton gives me a light slap on the
ass and exits my cummy hole.

"Aw fuck.  Hurts. Dalt you've got to take it easy dude.  You're wrecking my
pus...my hole."

"Ha! You were gonna say pussy weren't you?!  Jason told me about that."

"Shut up ass.  You got what you wanted so can I please just take a shower
and relax now?  Jason said to not go so hard as you usually do anyway.
You're going to fucking ruin me for him."

You know for a big hulking stud you sure are a bitchy fucker.  For your
information that wasn't even close to being the hardest I could fuck you.
Besides, Jason doesn't know how hard I can really pump so what he don't
know won't hurt him...it will just hurt you."  He laughed again and pushed
me up against the vanity.  He reached up on tip toes and yanked down my
head and rammed his tongue down my throat.

"God you're a handsome fucker.  Jason's one lucky fuck." Dalton ran the
side of his hand down the side of my cheek in a slow, tender way.  He
looked into my eyes like he was looking into my soul.  He kissed me again
and then without warning gave me a slap to the side of the face.

"I said Jason's a lucky fuck.  What do you say?"

"Thank You Sir." I said as I looked down on the floor.

"Good girl."

My head shot up. "Don't call me that."

"Fuck you."  He slapped me again but harder. "You've got cum in your ass.
I think that qualifies.  I can call you anything I want you stupid cunt."

I rubbed my cheek and turned and walked into the shower.  If this had been
a year earlier I would fucking tear him apart.  I can't do that now.  I
want to but I can't.  I don't even know why I can't.  He's better than me.
He's more confident and takes being Alpha to the next level.  He takes it
even higher than Jason does.  I can't get my dick to go down just thinking
about it.  My dick does all the thinking for me now.  I'm a slave to erect
cock flopping around against my abs.  Even after that last exchange I'm
rock hard, harder than I've ever been.  I hope Jason doesn't find out.

I stand under the hot water and try to rinse away the filth I feel about
myself and the last hour of relentless fucking.  I know Jason loves me but
when he does things like this it throws me off and I spiral into a world of
uncertainty and insecurity.  Why do I feel this way?  I'm turned on as fuck
but still a little unsure.  I guess the next week will be a week of
figuring things out.  This next week is going to suck.

YESTERDAY:

"Ill be back in a week."  Jason is packing his suit into a garment bag.

"I know but why can't I go with you?  I can take vacation, it's no big
deal."

"I'm going to be too busy for you.  I've got meetings and work parties and
I can't tell everyone I brought my boyfriend with me.  I'm not out at
work."

"Fine.  I guess I'll just find a way to keep busy."

"Oh you won't have to.  I'm having Dalton watch over you."

"Wait, what?  Jase I don't need a babysitter for fucksakes."

Jason zipped up the bag and placed it down on the bed.  "Dalton is staying
with you and that's that.  Don't question me."

"But why Dalton?  He's sadistic."

"Because I trust him believe it or not."

"But you don't trust me?  What reason do you have not to trust me.  I'm not
going to be going out and getting fucked or fucking anyone for that
matter."

"No you wont be fucking anyone but you will bet getting fucked."

"Jase I just said I won't be.  You're not listening."

Jason walks over and puts his hands around my waist.

"No, YOU'RE not listening.  You will be getting fucked...Dalton will take
good care of you."

"You're kidding me.  He's gonna be on me every minute of every day!  This
isn't fair."

"Life's not fair Derek.  I'm not about to leave you alone for a whole week.
You know how many guys out there would kill to bed you down?  I see it
every day.  Everywhere we go I see the way they look at you.  Don't think I
don't see the way you look at them sometimes too.  I'm NOT stupid.  Now be
a good boy, grab my suitcases and put them in the car."

"Fine."

"Fine.  Dalton will be here when you get back from the airport.  Give him
the same courtesies you would give me.  That includes that fucking hot ass.
I told him to take it easy on you, don't go as hard as he would like. Just
don't let him fall in love with you fucker."  Jason laughed and grabbed his
briefcase and I follow him out the bedroom door and into the garage.

PRESENT:

The shower feels good and relaxing.  My tired muscles felt soothed but I
wish I could say the same for my ass.  I reach back and slowly rub my hole.
It's tender and sore.  I shouldn't but slowly press my middle finger into
my hole.  I want to see how much jizz is leaking out and if I can try to
expel as much as I can so I won't have any spillage during my workout
tonight.  Why is my hole still tight?  I have no fucking clue.  I push my
finger in deeper and oh fuck, I hit the button.  My cock goes full erect
and I push on the prostate again, and again, and again.  I suddenly start
to finger-bang my leaky hole until I can't take it anymore and I cum
without touching my cock all over the glass shower wall.  Then I head the
door open.  Dalton appears.

"Dude did you just jizz while fingering yourself?  What a fucking whore."
He laughs and closes the door.  "Clean off that juice dude."

I finish my shower and get out to dry off.  Dalton appears again.

"Don't bother getting dressed."

"No dude, please.  I can't.  Not right now."

"You will.  I have some friends coming over.  They're dying to meet you."

"What?  Who?"

"Just some friends from the gym."

"How do they know about me?"

"Well it seems I had my cell phone on a live call with my buddy Rod while I
was boning you today.  They heard everything.  They want some."

"You fucker."

"You got that right.  I'm a fucker.  Now, finish drying off and grab your
poppers.  You're gonna need them."