Born to Bottom

Jack came back to his dorm room late Sunday afternoon to find Grant still sleeping. He had stumbled in around 6AM, barely waking up Jack since Grant walked in quietly, dropped his clothes and fell into bed. Jack opened his eyes a tiny bit, saw Grant fall hard onto the mattress. Jack smiled and went back to sleep.

Grant stirred when Jack closed the door. He was lying on his stomach. He lifted his head, turned it and looked at Jack through half closed, bloodshot, puffy eyes.

“Hey,” Grant grunted with a gravelly voice.

Jack stood over him with his muscular arms folded over his chest. He stood silently for a few seconds, shaking his head, humored.

“Dude, you look like shit. Seriously, are you ok, bro? I’ve never seen you party this hard.”

Grant put his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes.

“Nah, I’m good. Just hung over,” he mumbled into the pillow.

“I honestly don’t know how you fucking do it, bro. Football all week, parting every night and you were gone almost the entire weekend. You better be scoring some good fucking pussy,” Jack laughed.

Still with his eyes closed, Grant grumbled, “Shhh... Don’t talk so loudly. My fucking head is killing me.”

“Maybe you should go take a nice long shower. You might feel better. Besides, you reek dude. You must have fucked all weekend because you smell like sex, dude.”

Grant opened his eyes. He went through his foggy memories of what took place last night. Damn, he must smell like cum and lube.

Jack sat down on his bed and grabbed his iPhone and started texting someone. Not looking up from his phone he asked, “Who have you been hanging with and why haven’t you invited me, fuckhead!” Jack was chuckling as he texted. “You’re having way too much fun and I’m feeling a little left out, brother.”

“I’ve been with Sean and Rob. And trust me, I don’t think you would have much interest in hanging with Rob. He’s a little intense if you couldn’t tell.” Grant sat up on the bed and wiped his eyes.

“You don’t think I can handle partying with you guys?”

Grant buried his head in his hands. “Dude, shut the fuck up. I can’t fucking even stand up. God, my head hurts.”

Jack took hold of Grants bicep and pulled him up until he was standing.

“Grant, you really should go take a shower.” Jack sniffed the air. “Fuck! What is that smell?” Jack asked, turning up his nose then putting one hand over his nose.

Grant knew what it was. A combination of about eight or nine loads from eight or nine different guys mixed with lube, alcohol, poppers, body odor and all their individual colognes and aftershaves.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” Grant mumbled. He slowly shuffled to the door, only in his skin-tight briefs and a towel thrown over one shoulder. He made the short walk down the hall to the showers. His body was so sore and beaten down. His ass was stinging with each step and he made little grunts and groans as he walked.

Jack watched him walk away down the hall. He tilted his head in confusion. Grant was walking almost like he had a groin pull or something. Grant had one hand on the wall holding himself vertical has he walked but the other hand was on his ass, rubbing it like it was hurt. He also had red marks all over his back and he could have sworn he saw bruises on his shoulders and arms.

“Damn, that boy must be in a fucking fight club or something,” Jack thought to himself.

The shower felt wonderful. Grant took a long hot one. He soaped down his smooth body, running his hands over his thick tired muscles and washed remnants of cum out of his thick hair. He reached behind and traced a finger down his ass to his hole. He touched it and let out a slight hiss from behind his teeth. It stung. He slowly massaged the swollen hole and gingerly slid a finger inside the confines of his wet fuck-hole. He could feel warm liquid ooze from his hole down his finger, dripping down and off his hand onto the wet shower floor. He bent his knees, stuck out his ass, and reached back further behind his ass trying to get a better angle so his fingers could dive deeper. He slowly swirled his finger around inside as more cum dribbled out. He watched the jizz float on top of the water as it created a small whirlpool around the drain.

Grant could not believe that amount of jizz leaking from his ass. Just when he thought his bowels were empty, more would drip down. He squatted down onto the shower floor. This time he reached between his legs and rubbed his sore asshole. He was able to stick another finger in. He gently pushed in and pulled out. He hole become more accommodating as he closed his eyes and thought about Sean, what happened to them last night and how his life was forever changed. His days as a pussy-hound were done. Now he was the pussy for guys like Rob. His future was now going to be filled with dick and fucking, poppers and lube, working out and building his body, letting go of any inhibitions and using his body to bring pleasure to other men. He felt sexy and powerful knowing that just being himself was turning men on. He was THAT attractive and he was THAT desirable and so was Sean. Imagine the dick they could bring in when together. His dick was now rock hard, sore from the night before. He didn’t need to touch it because just thinking about his body and what it could do, he exploded a load onto the shower wall in front of him. He pulled his fingers out of his ass. He fell forward onto his knees, breathing hard and coming down from the short-lived erotic high.

He stood up, leaned against the wall, and started to gradually laugh.

“Fuck, I must look like a whore,” he thought to himself. “Big tough jock finger-banging himself in the shower after getting gangbanged all night by a bunch of dudes.”

He laughed some more. He still had one more week here and he was sure he was going to need another week after that just to recover.

MASON


Mason never made it home. Hell, he didn’t even know where he was. He opened his eyes because of the bright sun shining through the window. He brought his hand up to his eyes to shield them from the brightness. He decided he was too tired to even keep his hand up. He wanted to roll over and bury his head in the pillow.

When he did roll over, he rolled into a body, a solid hard muscular dude. Right then everything came flooding back to him. Everything that happened last night. Sure
the night started off like he knew it would, balls deep inside some hot, high school jock ass. That’s what was promised and that’s what was delivered. He just never guessed that by the end of the night some dude would be balls deep inside his ass.

Mason always considered himself bisexual. He’d had tons of girlfriends, but he had also fucked a lot of dudes. He always had the confidence and swagger to get what he wanted. He knew that because of his mixed-race good looks which gave him a slightly

exotic look, he could charm the pants of anyone. He knew when a dude thought he was attractive. His gaydar was on point. Most of his conquests were other guys like himself, usually bi or in the closet. Those were the best fucks. Guys like that often just wanted to have the hell fucked out of them before they had to go back to the wife or girlfriend. That’s why he loved them. They wanted it hard and rough, and they always wanted to be bred. He truly thought those men were lesser than himself. A dude that needed to be fucked meant that he was weak and not in control. They needed to be with another man in order to feel like a man. He relished in the moment every time he had some hot, muscular stud pinned down and railing him with all his strength. Being a Marine wasn’t bad for business either. His high and tight haircut with a little bulk on top, his thick muscular build and his pretty-boy exotic good looks made him an easy target for a hot masculine stud that needed to get off with a cock in his ass.

Mason thought about what he did last night. He let another dude fuck him. Worse yet, he liked it. Fuck that, he LOVED it. He never dreamed he would ever love having another dude’s dick in his ass. Sure, he occasionally beat-off with a dildo in his ass so he wasn’t new to anal. That started with a girlfriend playing with his hole one night. It moved on to small dildos when he was alone. He knew it was a little gay, but he always shot harder when he had a nice vibrating dildo in his ass. He figured since it wasn’t attached to a guy than he could still keep his status as a “real man.”

The man stirred next to him. Mason was mortified that he was about to have to deal with a situation that he thought would never happen. He was going to have to look into the eyes of the man who made him his bitch all night. His embarrassment was overwhelming. All those men stood around and watched him get railed by a guy. He knew he had to get out of there before Rob woke up. Fuck, Rob was hot. What a real man. He knew how to fuck a guy good. Mason had never been with a man like Rob before. Rob had some kind of hold over him and he couldn’t figure out what it was, but whatever it was, it was strong enough for Mason to want Rob to fuck him. He was suddenly ashamed. He had to leave.

Quietly, he pushed back the covers and slowly pushed himself up and dropped his legs off the side of the king-sized bed. He looked back at the sleeping Adonis beside him and couldn’t stop staring at his handsome features and the slow rise and fall of his massive chest as he slept. He turned back around and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He thought he would just slide his underwear on, grab his uniform, sneak out and change in a bathroom. Shit, where the fuck was Tyler. Double shit, they were driven to the party. He had no way of going anywhere.

“Fuck it, I’ll Uber back to the base,” he thought. “Tyler can fend for himself.”

Just when he was about to stand up, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, pulling him back down on to the bed.

“Hey. Where ya going?” Rob asked in a drowsy voice.

Mason laid back down and felt Rob wrap his big arm around his shoulders and pull him in tight. He was on his right side now, spooned up against the side of Rob’s leg. His right cheek pressed against the warm tight skin of Rob’s chest. His left hand came up and rested on Rob’s abs. Mason couldn’t resist, he started to slowly run his hands up and down the hard stomach. This position made him feel less masculine, he was actually cuddled up in a way that was reminiscent of the way a girl would cuddle up to him after sex. He was not cool with that. Yet, he could feel the strength and power flowing through Rob and into himself. The way Rob pulled him in, taking control, holding him in his smooth muscular arms, some how made him feel...safe.

“Uh, hey,” Mason answered Rob’s greeting. He was nervous and when he was nervous, he tended to stutter. “I... Uh... need to get back... to the base. I didn’t want to wake you.”

Rob still groggy, ran his fingers through Mason’s short hair. “Nah, babe. Stay here with me.” Rob gave him a small squeeze. “I’ll get you back. I want you to stay here with me all day.”

Babe? Rob called him babe. He liked it, made him feel special. He also knew he called his female one- night-stands Babe all the time. So, was this a one-time thing? Did Rob not want to see him again? Wait. Why the fuck was he worrying about that? He’s not some clingy chic he had banged the night before. Why did he care? But he did.

“Rob...Rob I think I really need to get going. I just really need to go.”

Rob squeezed him tighter. “Babe, don’t worry. I said I would get you back. I promise.”

Mason let out a heavy sigh.

Rob stroked Mason’s bicep. “Hey. What’s up with you?” Rob asked in response to the sigh. “Why are you trying to get away from me?”

“I’m not. I just think I need to be... alone.”

“Alone? Dude, Mason, you’re with me. You don’t need to be alone. Didn’t you have a good time last night?”

“Yeah. I mean... well....”

“What is going on, marine?”

Mason was at a stopping point. He needed to do something, say something, anything to stop feeling the way he was feeling at this very moment. He was getting anxious, and his temper came to the surface.

“Dude. Stop!” Mason snapped. “It’s not enough you fucked me like a bitch all night but now you want me to stay and... and... cuddle?”

Rob sat up which made Mason prop himself up on his elbow.

Rob furrowed his forehead in confusion. “Like a bitch? Are you pissed off because I fucked you?”

“Yeah, asshole, I am. Why is that so hard to believe?

“Because I’ve never had a dude get pissed because I fucked him. They usually consider it a fucking honor. Look at me. I don’t fuck just any dude and trust me, I could.”

“An honor? You just fucked a fucking Marine. You should be the one that is honored!”

Rob stared into the handsome kid’s eyes. Mason was a fucking marine, the epitome of masculinity, of strength and power. Rob put his dick into a real stud and that man took his cock like his life depended on it. That’s a real man.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I apologize,” Rob said sincerely.

“Man, I bet that was painful. Apologizing,” Mason responded sarcastically.

Mason now felt bad for being sarcastic. Something in Rob’s eyes told him Rob was sincere.

“Take my apology,” Rob stated. “I don’t do it very often.”

“It’s ok. Sometimes I get fucking crazy when I’m mad. I have a temper. I inherited it from my dad.”

“Well, I do too. I’ve been told I’m a little...intense.”

“Intense? You?” Mason said sarcastically. “I think my asshole can attest to that.”

“Did I hurt you?” Rob asked as he took Mason’s hand.

Mason looked at their hands. He felt a tingle flow up his arm. His heart fluttered. “No. I mean, yes, but it’s not a bad yes...I mean...”

Rob suddenly realized something. “Was this your first-time bottoming?” Rob asked seriously.

Mason nodded his head vigorously. “YES, and its fucking with my head.”

Rob affectionately moved his hand around on Mason’s shoulder. “Babe, for your first time, you took it like a fucking pro.”

“But I’m a MAN! I do the fucking. I’m not some faggot who... who... cuddles after taking dick up his ass all night.”

“Wait a minute, Mason, you ARE a man. Just because you’re the one getting fucked doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

“Yeah it does!” Mason said loudly, getting angry. “I was on my back with my legs spread like a bitch while you hammered away at my ass like I was some kind of hooker.”

Rob let go of Mason’s shoulder. He reached up to Mason’s neck and pulled him closer. He felt the warmth and the solid muscle of the handsome marine next to him. He listened to Mason’s deep voice, gravelly from a night of constant yelling, moaning, and groaning while getting fucked. He could see the conflict in Mason’s face. For the first time in his life, he really cared about another guy’s feelings.

He gently and passionately kissed Mason on the lips. Mason kissing back.

“Mason, you took a cock up that perfect ass for about 3-4 hours...on your first fucking try! Tell me who could do that without screaming and whining like a little bitch? A man who can take a cock in his ass without crying about it, is a real fucking man in my book,” Rob said as he patted Mason’s right pec.

Mason shook his head and rubbed his temples with his index fingers. “I don’t know. Damn it, it’s freaking me out.”

“Why?”

Mason was silent.

“Why?” Rob quietly asked again.

Silence.

Rob grabbed Mason’s chin and turned it towards him. “WHY?” he shouted like a drill sergeant.

Mason looked shocked. What the fuck? Nobody handles him that way. In any other circumstance he would have punched the dude in the throat. He looked at Rob with a defiant look. Rob stared into his eyes. They were boring into his soul, reading him like a book. He knew Rob already knew what he was about to say. Mason’s face softened and his eyes started to tear up. He wasn’t used to this. He wasn’t used to showing so much emotion to another guy. For some reason, he felt he could with Rob.

“Because I fucking loved it! I fucking loved it, ok?” Mason yelled back. “I fucking loved being on my back, my legs spread, you between my legs, holding my ankles, drilling in and out of my ass. I fucking loved it, you asshole! Having all those guys watching me get fucked like I was some kind of whore. Watching me satisfy you, pleasing you. I was such a fucking slut and I fucking loved it. When Doug wanted to fuck me and you said, ‘mine’, I loved it. I just kept picturing the scene in my head. Me, this marine stud laying on my back, my legs wrapped around your waist as you fucked me, hoping to myself that you will cum inside me. I wanted to take your load. I wanted your load inside me so bad and I didn’t know why. And then we came here, we fucked all night, and you came inside me twice more. You kept saying I was your man, your Marine, your boy. I never imagined I would feel like this.”

Rob listened to him, hearing him. His mood turned soft. “Is that a bad thing? Feeling protected, safe? Making me feel good? Feeling you belong to someone like me?”

Mason shrugged his big shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess not. I just know I liked it and... and...,” Mason stammered, looked down suddenly shy. “I don’t want it to stop.”

Rob held him close. “Mason, I think you’ve realized something about yourself. You’ve spent all these years fucking the shit out of hot guys only to find out that you wanted to be those guys. Last night you got to be one of those hot guys on the receiving end and you liked it. Actually, you loved it if I can quote you. You gave up control for the first time in your life and it felt good. Putting up that alpha front for so long is tiring. Then you went into the Marines where you’re conditioned to be tough and dominant. It’s tough to break out of that mindset.”

Something was up. Mason suddenly became aware. How did Rob know his so well?

There was only one answer.

Mason looked back to Rob and asked suspiciously, “Hey, what’s your major?”

Rob chuckled with a big smile and replied, “Psychology.”

Mason rolled his eyes and laughed, “Jesus fucking Christ. I knew it. That’s why you’re so good at getting into guy’s heads.”

“I like to say I’m good at bringing out a guy’s true nature.”

“You’re an asshole and it pisses me off. You’re too hot and you know it and you know I know it. You’re an asshole and I don’t even care,” Mason said as he nudged his shoulder into Rob’s.

“If it makes you feel any better, Mason, I’m a little freaked out too.”

“What? Why, dude. You were fucking balls deep in ass all night,” Mason said and rolled his eyes again.

Rob laughed. “Because before today, I would have kicked another other dude to the curb right after I creamed their ass. I’ve almost never had a dude stay the night.”

“Almost never?” Mason asked.

“Hey, you fucked Grant and Sean. Who would kick them out of bed?” Rob laughed. “I said you’re ‘mine’ last night because you are. You’re mine now. I felt it and you felt it.”

Mason was confused. “I’m yours? Dude, no one owns me.” Mason stated, but inside, he liked the thought of it.

“I do.”

Mason turned his head and looked at Rob to see if he was serious.

“I don’t get it,” Mason said seriously. “Are you joking around?”

“Nope. I didn’t fuck you last night when we came back to my room. I made passionate slow love to you. You had your big, sexy legs wrapped around my waist. You grabbed my ass to pull me in deeper. We made out the whole time while we made love. Mason, I never make love. I’m a fucking asshole and I don’t care who knows it. I have a fucking string of guys a mile long who have been on the receiving end of my cock, and I have no problems fucking them and ditching them. I’m a kind of a man-whore,” he shrugged and chuckled.

“Ok.... So, are you doing the same to me or not?” Mason responded, confused.

“Are you still here in my bed at noon on a Sunday morning?” Rob asked.

Mason glanced around the room. “Yeah.”

“Well then that’s your answer. I’m not trying to be an asshole when I say you’re mine. You know it and I know it. Right?”

Mason looked again into Rob’s blue eyes. He felt a twinge in his chest. Rob’s body temperature was rising. Mason looked at his handsome features and felt another flutter. Was he falling in... love?

“Yes.” Mason answered in a whisper.

“Louder,” Rob said with enthusiastic seriousness.

“YES.”

“Man, I bet that was painful?” Rob snickered.

Mason took another deep sigh. “You have no idea.”

“Well then good. We have an agreement. Are you my man?” Rob asked him with a hand on Mason’s leg.

Mason smiled and snuggled in closer to the big jock. “Yeah.”

“You my fucking sexy Marine?”

“Yeah.”

“Good Boy.”

Mason smiled. “Boy? You know, we’re about the same age.”

“So? You’re still my boy.”

“So, if I’m yours... are you mine?”

“Of course,” Rob answered bluntly.

“Does this mean no more alumni orgies for me?” Mason asked sarcastically.

“Fuck no! You kidding me?” Rob said, squeezing the marine’s knee. “Just because you’re mine doesn’t mean you and I won’t be going to more parties like that. The difference is, I’ll have control over what you do at those parties and who does you. Watching you fuck a dude is so hot o me. Watching your GET fucked will be even hotter.”

Mason was a little confused but then he was new to all this. “Ok, just to clear up any confusion, is this an open relationship thing?”

“For now. Top whoever you want, marine. But you better not ever let anyone fuck you unless I say so.”

“Hmmm. Ok,” Mason sighed as he lay back against Rob’s shoulder.

“I know, babe. You’ll get the hang of it. Now, roll over.”

“What? Why?” Mason asked, finally feeling relaxed and warm in the arms of his new man.

Rob laughed. “Because I’m going to fuck my marine’s hole.”

Mason once again looked to see if Rob was kidding around. He wasn’t.

Another sigh from Mason as he rolled over onto his stomach, felt Rob’s weight on his back and then the pressure of his cock penetrates Mason’s used hole.

Mason gripped the pillow in front of him and growled as Rob sunk into that sweet, sweet ass.

“Geeeez...,” Mason hissed, gritting his teeth. “Dude, I hope I can get used to this.”

“You will, marine,” Rob assured him then eased out slowly and then pushed in even slower, allowing the marine to get used to it. “Relax, accept my cock, let me in,” Rob instructed in a quiet, soft voice.

“Ok,” Mason panted. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Mason repeated with determination in his voice.

“That’s right marine. You’re doing it. You’re my big tough guy.” Rob started to speed up to a nice rhythmic pace. “I chose you for a reason. You’re strong. You’re powerful and you’re a badass.”

Mason’s eyes rolled up into his head. Rob was hitting his spot. Unconsciously, he arched his back, raising his muscled ass up giving Rob more access to his man-cunt.

“Oh fuuuuuccccckkkkkk,” Mason’s moaned, his toes curled and his head thrashing side to side.

“That’s my boy. Found it. You got this, babe,” Rob encouraged the hot marine under him.

Rob thrusted faster and harder. He put his hands on Mason’s tan shoulders and pressed them into the mattress as he pummeled that hot, marine ass under him.

“Oh god, fuck me!” Mason exclaimed. “Fuck me you fucking stud! Cum in me!”

“Yeah, want me to fill you up again? Huh, marine?”

“Oh god please. I want your boys in my gut,” Mason told him in a guttural moan.

When Rob heard that from his tough marine, he knew he had found his perfect man. There’s nothing like hearing a deep masculine voice tell you to fill his gut up with your babies.

Rob reeled back, slammed forward and unloaded into the beautiful, upturned ass under him. “AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Dumping in you, babe!” Rob roared.

Mason came up on his hands so he was on all fours. He felt the thick muscle cum inject into his ass. He too, let out a loud yell as he came on the mattress without touching himself.

“OHHHH FUUUCCCKKK! YES! I love you!” Mason yelled out.

Rob’s eyes flew open. His pulse sped up, his dick got harder and he again, shot another load into the Marine. “FUUCCCKKK! I love you too!”

Rob fell down on top of his marine. He remained lodged inside him as he kissed Mason’s neck.

“That was so good, Marine. You did so good, man. Proud you’re mine.”

Mason turned his head on the pillow, he had a bright white smile on his face.

“I love you.”

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