Born to Bottom

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 with 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 babe,” Ford said quietly and raspy with a slight smile on his sleepy face.

“Uh, hey,” Grant replied awkwardly. “Babe?” he added very hesitantly. 

“Where do you think you’re going, babe?” asked Ford with a short tight squeeze.

“Um...got to 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? Is he talking to me as if I’m some chic he just fucked because that’s what he’s used to? Is that what the bottom is always called by tops? Is it good or bad to be called babe by a dude?

“Ugh,” Ford whimpered in disappointment. “Come on, babe.” 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. So muscular and hard. Amazing hole!” 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 and Rob usually kicked him out after dropping his last load of the night into the football player’s muscular ass. Grant 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 depleted any 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 shoes, one in the corner and one by the door. Those too were thrown anywhere as these guys stripped him as he was tackled to the bed. Where was his ball cap? His ball-cap was laying next to his pillow, wadded up, crushed and crusty with dried frat boy cum.

Grant stood by the bed, picked up the hat and formed it back to its 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 so he could see Grant better.

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

Grant raised his eyebrows and sighed. “Yeah. No one would believe it. It saw some crazy shit last night.” Grant laughed.

“Babe, it was so hot man. You wore that hat 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 and winked.

“Fuck babe! Don’t do that to me, man! Makes me want to pull you down here and smash you again.”

The more Ford looked at him while 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 five 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 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 a lot then, huh?”

“Meh, not A LOT. Except during high school football camps when Rob decides he wants to see his latest football-boy conquest get 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.”

“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 us to fuck you harder. It was fucking SWEET dude! It was like you were born to bottom. The way your body is built, the round butt, the arch in your back, it’s like God made you for guys like us. I don’t believe Rob when he said you were cherry a week ago.”

Grant held him his hand as if he were swearing in court. “I swear dude. I’ve never been fucked before this week. 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 Grant’s 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 laughed.

“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 fitness model. 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, you’re the epitome of masculinity. I jacked it right there and blew a load all over your back. It was 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 kissed Grant’s shoulder.

“You know what else is the hottest thing about fucking you?” Ford asked while stroking Grant’s dick harder.

“What?” Grant asked with a gasp. Ford stroking him felt amazing.

“You have a deep voice. It was so hot to hear your fucking sexy deep voice grunting and moaning, yelling out, ‘fuck me’, ‘fuck yeah’. But then you kept yelling out ‘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 slut I am for jock cock,” he begged, wanting to relive as much as last night as possible.

Ford squeezed a little firmer. “Oh babe, you’re a fucking slut. Big, fucking muscular, shredded, whore for cock. You’re a bitch for a real man’s cock, that’s what you are, man. You’re just a dude who uses his jacked body to get hot guys like me to fuck your sweet, smooth muscle pussy.”

Grant was grunting, writhing around. He got excited when Ford referred to his ass as a muscle pussy.

“Yeah? I’m just a fucking pussy for you and your boys?”

“Oh yeah, babe. 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, babe! 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 but he has been calling Grant ‘babe’ since they woke up and that seemed like Ford was into him rather than just a slut to fuck.

Grant was out of breath. “Dude. That was insane.”

“Yeah, you really get off on that shit don’t you? You really like being a dude’s bitch don’t you?”

Grant stared up at the ceiling chuckled. “Yeah. I guess I do. I can’t explain it. I never would have thought I would like to get 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, muscular dude and plowing him into 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 sometimes fuck dudes. Most of us have girlfriends. Second, NO ONE would ever suspect you of being a fag, let alone a bottom slut so you’re what we call a ‘safety fuck’. Means we can take you out in public and not have to worry about you fagging out, acting all gay, one would guess that we’re boning you. We’re never going to have to worry about anyone finding out about our ‘extracurricular activities’ with boys like you. You’re safe. You’re our Safety Fuck.”

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 not going to have a problem finding dick.”

“Babe, 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,” he said. He chuckled. “That’s the first time I’ve ever called a dude beautiful, so feel privileged.” 

“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?”

“Babe, Joe isn’t gay. He hates labels. He and Rob are 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. Maybe Joe wasn’t gay, but he sure was curious. 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 Joe, so 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 got to 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 kept making out with you and Joe rarely kisses dudes, depends on how fucked up he is. 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.
Grant smiled. “I must say, you are very, very cuddly.”

“Ha! Yeah, I know.” Ford blushed; it was fucking cute. “Don’t know why. I just can’t resist getting close to you and feeling your body. This is so not me but there’s just something about you, babe.”

“Maybe someday you find out one if any of the other guys are cuddlers?” Grant teased.

Ford chuckled. “There you go again thinking you’re the only bottom boy around. You think five hot college guys fuck dudes, but we haven’t fucked around with each other?”

“Oh. I don’t know how all this works. I’m a newbie, remember?”

“Take Andy, for example. He’s tall, lean, a CrossFit fanatic who can destroy any WOD they throw at him? I swear the dude 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, babe. He’s like you. All big and tough, he can be a real fucking asshole. But I’ve seen Rob throw that bitch down on a bed, throw Andy’s legs up over his shoulders and then turn him 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.”

Grant was in awe. Andy was the aggressive 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. Now Grant pictured him on his back, legs spread, getting fucked like a girl...that was the hottest thing he wanted to see.

“Damn. Andy is a fuck boy? Never saw that coming.”

“Well you know, when you pussy boys aren’t around, someone must fill the position of the Safety Fuck. Hell, there have been more than a few times when we brought a pretty boy 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. Acts all tough the next day and denies he likes it.”

Grant was aroused trying to picture that scenario. “Maybe I will be fortunate enough to see it some someday.” Grant kissed Ford on the lips and then put his head on Ford’s smooth muscular chest.

Ford petted the boy’s hair. “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, babe!” Ford fist bumped Grant.

“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 slut. 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. “Babe, 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 pretty boy, 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!” Grant said with shock, assuming Ford was teasing him.

Ford started to laugh hard. Then catching his breath he said, “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 won’t 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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