Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2016 03:14:37 +0000
From: tom davis <underarmour001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Born to Bottom Part 3

Born to Bottom Part 3

Saturday mornings are usually meant for sleeping in, grabbing some coffee
with some buds, working out, play some Xbox and probably go out again that
night and do it all over again. This Saturday morning, however, a totally
different story.

Grant opened his eyes and focused on the ceiling above him, it wasn't his
ceiling, he knew that much. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and tried to
sit up. That's when he felt an arm resting on his chest, holding him in a
kind of lazy hug. He looked down at the strong, tan arm resting on his
chest, followed the forearm to a muscular shoulder and then to the face of
Ford who was still asleep.  Ford was on his side, left arm holding on to
Grant, handsome face half into the pillow.

Grant tried to sit up again which stirred Ford who's hold on him became
tight.  He felt Ford pull him closer to his own body. He could feel the
warmth of Ford's body heat against his own. Ford's hand slowly stroking his
chest and abs. His eyes were still closed and his breathing slow. He was
obviously still asleep.

I guess Ford is a cuddler.  He doesn't seem the type. I guess you never
know.  "Dude." Grant whispered. No response from Ford. "Dude." Grant said a
little louder but still no response from the sleeping beauty holding him.

Grant took Ford's arm and slowly lifted it off of him and tried to sit up
again. Ford's arm quickly hugged him again and pulled him back into
him. This time Ford's eyes opened.

"Hey." Ford said quietly and raspy with a slight smile on his sleepy face.

"Hey." Grant replied awkwardly.

"Where ya goin, babe?" Asked Ford with a short tight squeeze.

"Um...Gotta piss...dude." Until now Rob had been the only one to call him
"babe."He wasn't sure how to answer Ford. He was too new to all this to
know what was appropriate to call another dude after waking up in a
romantic embrace. With girls it was easier if he hadn't already kicked them
to the curb the night before. Is babe what all dudes called the guys they
had just fucked all night, or just really horny frat boys?

"Oh." Ford ran his hand down over Grant's abs again. "Just a few more
seconds, K?" Ford hugged Grant tight again.

"Uh... dude, I really need to pee. Like, seriously." Grant said as he tried
to slide away from Ford's warm embrace.

Grant took Ford's arm off his chest and scooted out from under the blanket
and out of the bed. He headed to the bathroom off to the far corner of the
room.  Once again, every step he could feel his used hole, aching and
swollen.

"Damn." Grant heard Ford say from the bed. He ignored it and scurried to
the bathroom. "Fucking look at that hot ass. Fucking amazing hole,
bro. Amazing!" Ford yelled.

Grant smiled to himself as he stood in front of the toilet. "Thanks!" He
yelled back through the wall.  "I think?" He said to himself. A dude just
complimented him on his ass or was he talking about his asshole? He wasn't
used to this.  Of course, Rob had said similar things to Grant but then
Grant was usually drunk and slurring. Rob usually kicked him out after
dropping his last load of the night into Grant's muscular ass. He kind of
expected to be kicked out since that seemed to be his own M.O. after
fucking pussy.

Now what? Do I stay or do I go? I've kicked many a chic to the curb after
sex but then that was more of just getting rid of them so I could jerk off
to some gay porn. That's the only thing that helped me get through the sex
with them. Christ, I was gang banged by five dudes last night. I'm not sure
what the protocol is. I'm pretty much out of self-respect and I'm sure they
just think of me as a really big slut. I know when I had to fuck a slutty
chic I lost all respect for her and ignored her in public. Shit. Am I that
slutty girl now? Guess it's walk-of-shame time. I actually think that's
hot.  I just wish I could tell all my teammates that I was putting out for
five of the hottest guys on campus. Makes me hard just thinking about how
slutty I've been. Fuck my self-respect. I'm getting dicked by hot guys and
I'm using my hot body to do it. I guess if I look like this, I might as
well use it to my full advantage.

Grant came out of the bathroom and saw his jeans laying on the floor next
to the bed in the same place Rob threw them when he violently peeled them
from his body. His t-shirt, balled up, laying against the full-length
mirror in the corner. His trainers, one in the other corner and one by the
door. Those too were thrown anywhere as these guys stripped him as he was
tackled to the bed. His ball cap. His ball-cap was laying next to his
pillow, wadded up, crushed.

Grant stood by the bed, picked up the hat and formed it back to it's proper
state. Ford was still on his side, staring at Grant and smiling. He
adjusted the pillow and set his head back down, more comfortable, he could
see Grant better.

"Damn, if that hat could talk." Ford said with a huge smile.

"Yeah. No one would believe it. It saw some crazy shit last night. " Grant
laughed.

"Dude. So hot man. You wore that thing backwards while you were getting
fucked doggie style. Looked so hot seeing your back muscles flexing,
triceps jacked while you held yourself up and that fucking Titans
hat. Damn. The bill turned back so we could see our fucking football mascot
smiling back at us while fucking your hot, 16 year old football butt."

Grant sat down on the bed, put the hat on backwards. "Like this?" Grant
teased.

"Fuck bro. Don't do that to me man! Makes me want to pull you down here and
tap you again."

The more Ford looked at him, stroking his thigh, the more Grant started to
remember all the details of last night.  He started to get hard thinking
about how many times he had the cocks of 5 different guys in his own ass in
one night.

"Where is everyone?" asked Grant, looking around.

Ford raised his head and looked around. "Probably in their own beds. It
wouldn't look right to see a bunch of guys doing the walk-of-shame out of
the same room at the same time. Rob was the last to leave. He wanted as
much of that ass as possible before he had to get back to his own room."

"Huh. Ok. Sounds like you guys have this down to a system." Grant said as
he lay back down on the bed, Ford lifted the sheet for him as he slid back
in next to him. "You guys do this alot then huh?"

"Meh, not ALOT. Except during high school football camps when Rob decides
he wants to see his latest football boy conquest gang banged. He loves that
shit. But then so do we." He laughed as he playfully slapped Grant's abs.

"Well you guys obviously knew what you were doing. I wasn't sure I was
going to be able to take on all you guys. I was fucking scared for a
while."

"Dude! Are you fucking kidding me? Babe, you were probably the most amazing
bottom we have ever banged. You just kept taking it and taking it.  Begging
to fuck you harder and harder. It was fucking SWEET dude! It was like you
were born to do get fucked. I don't think I believe Rob when he said you
were cherry a week ago."

"Swear dude. Never been fucked. I've fingered myself a few times while
beating off but I've never really been with a guy until Rob."

"Daamn!" Ford said, swinging his leg up over Grants and snuggling
closer. "You're a fucking pro. Fucking power bottom."

"I'm as surprised as you are. If you would have told me a week ago I would
be thrown down on a bed and plowed like a bitch by five super hot dudes, I
wouldn't believe you and I would probably hit you too." Grant smiled.

"Well we all feel fucking lucky to find you.  Never met a dude like
you. You're only 16 but you're built like a fucking NFL player. Dude, at
one point I stood beside the bed and just watched you get railed. Seeing a
dude who looks like you, tall, muscular, shredded, fucking ball cap on,
getting spit roasted by two of my best buds. The epitome of masculinity. I
jacked it right there and blew a load all over your back.  So fucking hot
man.  You're a fucking wet dream for dudes who like to fuck other dudes."

Both guys were rock hard now. Talking dirty to each other, reminiscing
about the prior night's events. Ford reached under the sheet and grasped
Grant's rock hard cock. He started to stroke it and kiss Grant's shoulder.

"You know what else is the hottest thing about fucking you?" Ford asked
while really stroking Grant's dick harder.

"What?"

"Hearing your fucking sexy deep voice grunting every time you were railed
hard and when you yelled out, "fuck me" or "Fuck yeah," and the hottest
one, "Harder! I'm your fucking bitch!" Hearing that slutty shit spew from
your lips was fucking intoxicating."

Grant felt like the hottest, sexiest dude on the planet. All the work he
had done in football training, baseball training, Crossfit classes, it all
paid off in spades. He knew now that he could get the hottest guys
around. He would have his pick. He was a wanted man and all he wanted was
cock.

Ford stroked his own cock now, along with Grants.  Grant was breathing
hard, moaning.  Ford was sweating as he grabbed some lube from the side
table and squirted some into his hands and returned to stroking.

"Yeah, babe.  You're a hot sexy fuck."  Ford growled.

Grant was getting close. "Tell me more dude.  Tell me how much of a fucking
bitch I am, how much of a hot slut I am for jock cock."

Ford squeezed a little firmer. "Oh baby, you're a fucking slut.  Big,
fucking muscular, shredded, whore for cock. You're a fucking bitch for real
men's cock.  That's what you are man. You're just a dude who uses his
beautiful body to get hot guys like me to fuck your sweet, smooth muscle
pussy."

Grant was grunting, writhing around. "Yeah? I'm a bitch dude? A fucking
pussy for you and your boys?"

"Oh yeah, bro.  From now on, all you'll want to do is seek out studs like
us and get bred. It's why you're here on this earth. You're here to be the
sluttiest bitch you can be and give that ass up as much as you can.  You're
going to be the best muscle pussy around."

Grant tensed up his muscular body and growled as Ford stroked him into a
frenzy of cum, shooting up and all over his face, chest and the wall behind
them.  Ford too couldn't hold back anymore and exploded his warm jizz all
over himself and the wall as well.

"Fuck yeah baby! That was so hot!" Ford said as he rolled over on top of
Grant. He licked the cum off Grant's face and then Grant did the same to
him. Ford immediately kissed him and their mouths joined in a warm cummy
kiss. Grant couldn't believe Ford would be into cum and kissing. He just
didn't seem the type when he met him for the first time last night.

Grant was out of breath. "Dude. That was insane."

"Yeah, you really get off on that shit don't ya?  You really like being
some dude's bitch don't ya?"

Grant stared up at the ceiling. "Yeah.  I guess I do. I can't explain it. I
never would have thought I would like getting fucked so much. I always
thought I would be the one doing the fucking. I never dreamed it would be
the other way around. All I used to think about was holding down some hot
ass dude and plowing him in the floor. But now...Shit. There is just
something about being under another guy, on my back, legs up, being
controlled and used."

Ford swiped his thumb across Grant's slick cockhead and then licked the cum
from his finger. "You're the perfect cocksucker for someone like me and my
buds."

"Why's that?"

"First of all, no one suspects we like dudes sometimes. Most of us have
girlfriends.  Second of all, NO ONE would ever suspect you're queer let
alone a bottom slut so you're what we call a "safety." We can take you out
in public and no one would guess that we're boning you. We're never going
to have to worry about anyone finding out about our "extra curricular
activities" with a boy like you.  You're safe. Our Safety."

Grant really liked that idea. He would probably be sought after even more
since he was so masculine and unsuspecting. He would have all the hot
athletes, closeted and or married, jockeying to get into his ass.

"I like that. Safety. I have a feeling I'm really going to be getting
fucked a lot from now on."

"Dude, stick with Rob and you'll always get dick."

Ford ran his fingers through Grant's thick hair. Looking into his
eyes. "Damn. You're so beautiful." He whispered. Grant had to admit it
sounded strange coming out of the mouth of a dude like Ford. Seeing him say
a dude was beautiful just didn't look natural but it was a huge turn on.

Grant blushed. "Shut up."

"You really are.  That's the first time I've ever called a dude beautiful
so feel privledged."

"Yeah? Well it does sound weird coming out of your mouth, mister masculine
football jock."

"Well it's true.  You could probably turn the straightest guy gay."

"You think? Does that happen? I mean, can I do that?"

"Bro, Joe isn't really gay. He hates labels. He and Rob are real close,
they were roommates. Rob got him really fucked up one night and talked him
into watching Rob fuck this hot freshman boy Rob picked up online. Joe was
curious anyway.  He knew Rob liked ass and wanted to know what the fuck it
was all about and what could make a man like Rob want to switch over and
drill on dudes. He saw how much power Rob had over this young stud. It's a
power thing for him. He fucked his first guy that night and so sometimes,
if the dude is right, he will take a walk on the dark side and breed some
ass. In fact, he's engaged. He was going to leave the party early last
night until he saw you walk in. He saw you and said, `Fuck. I guess I gotta
stay now. Can't pass that up.' So yeah man, you can turn a straight guy. He
loved fucking you so much I thought he was going to turn full on gay. He
couldn't stop talking about you before he left. Don't be surprised if you
find yourself underneath him again before you go home."

Wow, I had THAT much power? The power to turn any guy I saw.

"I must say, you are very, very cuddley."

"Ha! Yeah I know." Ford blushed, it was fucking cute. "I get razzed about
it from the other guys. Don't know why. I just can't resist waking up next
to a hunky teenage stud like you."

"They give you shit? So the other guys know you're a cuddler?"

Ford chuckled. "There you go again thinking you're the only bottom boy
around. You think five, hot, college guys all became friends because we
like to fuck dudes and think that we HAVEN'T fucked around with each
other?"

"Oh. I don't know how all this works.  I'm a newbie, remember?"

"Take Andy. He's tall, lean, a Crossfit fanatic who can destroy any WOD
they throw at him? Gets into bar fights on a weekly basis. He can be a mean
motherfucker. All that and he had you on your back, holding your legs back
to your fucking head and was drop-slamming down into you."

"Yeah? So?"

"Well, let's just say Andy comes in at a close second to you when it comes
to bottoming."

"What? Shut up!"

"True story, dude. He's like you. All big and tough, getting into bar
fights constantly, fucking chics, he can be a real fucking asshole. But
I've seen Rob throw that bitch around on a bed, throw Andy's legs up over
his shoulders and continued to watch Andy turn into a whinny little
bitch. I've seen Rob pull his hair while fucking the shit out of him on all
fours.  The whole time Andy is begging for more, screaming like a bitch and
taking that pounding like a man. Yeah, his pussy has been owned many
times."

Picturing Andy, the dude who had practically raped him last night, at one
point pushing him to the floor of the bathroom and jamming his cock into
Grant's ass and not caring that he might be hurting him, picturing Andy on
his back, legs spread, getting fucked like a girl...that was the hottest
thing he wanted to see.

"Damn. Andy? Never saw that coming."

"Well you know, when you pussyboys aren't around, someone has to fill the
position of Safety. Hell, not being the only bottom doesn't even matter
sometimes. There have been more than a few times when we brought a
prettyboy like you back here only to have Andy wind up side by side with
the boy, making out while they are both getting fucked. Dude's a whore. He
just doesn't want anyone to know it."

Grant was aroused trying to picture that scenario. "Maybe I will be
fortunate to see it some day." Grant kissed Ford in the lips and then put
his head on Fords smooth muscular chest.

"So pretty boy, what was your favorite part of the night?"

"Oh man.  I don't think I can nail down just one part. No pun intended."

"Well that was a night you will never forget. Your first gang-bang, dude!"
Ford fist bumped Grant from behind.

"One of many I hope." Grant said quietly. Contemplating his future.

"Grant, buddy, you're young and fucking hot. Live it up."

"I guess one my favorite parts, I think it was when I was propped up on all
fours on the bed so I was directly in front of that mirror in the corner. I
don't know.  Seeing myself, holding myself up as my muscles strained to
keep me steady. Dude, my arms and shoulders were blasted! Seeing myself
getting plowed from behind by Rob.  He looked directly into my eyes through
the mirror and he knew what I was thinking.  The dude knew I was going to
love that scene. Seeing myself getting used by an Alpha. Then that alpha
letting you guys take turns on me.  He knew he was breaking me down,
blowing my mind, making me realize what I am.  Dude, those eyes. They just
stared into mine, boring a hole right through me. I actually
felt...honored? After seeing all you guys using me, I felt honored to be
the one to bring you guys so much pleasure."

Ford was propped up on one elbow listening to Grant.

"I just didn't think I would ever be where I am right now. It's fucked up,
Ford."

"Wow. Grant. You've been thinking about this too much, man. It is what it
is.  You're a really cool guy.  You're attractive, a little cocky but I
think that might be changing, but well, you're kind of a whore.  It's as
easy as that.  Doesn't mean you're not a good person.  Just means you
really like to get fucked. I mean, you REALLY like to get fucked."

They both started to laugh. Grant sat up and twisted around to face Ford.
He leaned down and kissed Ford again.

Ford smiled. "Dude, you're a great kisser."

"Thanks. I've had a lot of experience.  Not with dudes but I have kissed a
lot of chics."

"Well prettyboy, you're the chic now." Ford patted him on the head,
laughing.

Grant frowned. "I don't know if I like the sound of that."

"Really?  You didn't complain last night when Mike was balls deep inside
you, making slow sweet love and asking you to be his girl."

"What the fuck? That did not happen."

Ford started to laugh hard.  Catching his breath, "Dude, you were wasted!
You had your legs over his shoulders, moaning and shit, saying `anything
you want Mike.  I'll be your girl.' You were so hammered.  No wonder you
don't remember."

"Fuck you, dude. You're full of shit."

"Whatever, man. You wont be able to live that down."

Grant fell asleep again and he and Ford slept for a few more hours wrapped
in each other's arms. He felt small, protected, wanted, used, happy. He
couldn't believe this was happening to him. This was a secret he was going
to have to keep buried, no one to tell...

Grant opened his eyes and smiled.  "Sean."



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