How I turned a Big Dick Bottom into a Top

Dinner at Joey’s place was alway fun. Like me he was a floral designer and we had met doing a Christmas installation at a house museum here in town. He was really working me for all he was worth as we were decorating. 

I was decorating the massive study and he was in the formal living room. I had to pass through the living room to get to the study and Joey was flirting so hard, it was becoming funny. It wasn’t going to happen, he was so not my type, hairy as a gorilla and as it turns out, as big a bottom as I was but we became great friends. 

Joey had just moved to Dallas from New Orleans and I have a lot of friend in NOLA (New Orleans LouisiAna, get it? NOLA) and we new some of the same people so a friendship was born. Joey, like most people in NOLA, he loved to entertain and I found myself at his place for a dinner party at least 3 times a month but as he was a wonderful cook and such a great host, I never missed a party. 

He had a great circle of friends and for the most part, I liked all of them but the guy that lived 2 doors down really caught my eye. Rick was rather good looking and very funny and sweet too but what really got my eye was the large bulge in his jeans. What the hell was he packing, I needed to know. 

So, one night we are all at Joey’s for dinner and as usual Rick was there and I just kept hanging around trying to get into his pants. The dinner was incredible and the booze was flowing and it wasn’t long before Rick was drunk and he was getting sleepy. Joey asked me if I’d help him home. 

I got Rick up and got his arm over my shoulder and mine around his slim waist, he was a mess. I doubt he could even get hard he was so drunk but I was going to be nice and help a guy out. I got him home and up the stairs to his bedroom and he collapsed on his bed and seemed to pass out. 

I got him arranged in his bed and started undressing him. I struggled to get his shirt off and then those jeans were next. Thank goodness he was barefoot so no shoes to deal with but those ball busting tight jeans were a different story. I unzipped them to find he was going commando under there, nice. 

I worked to get those damn jeans off him, not an easy feat as he was truly dead wait and no help at all. I’m huffing and puffing and starting to sweat but I was going to get him comfortable to sleep it off. That, and I wanted to at least see him naked. Finally, I got those fucking jeans off and there he was in all his glory. 

Wide muscular shoulders and big pecs down to a flat tummy and a neatly trimmed bush and that cock. The man was really hung thick, not even hard but it lay on his leg like a oversized Polish sausage. I’m thinking 8 inches but nearly as thick as my wrist. I grab his fat cock and give it a stroke or 2 when I feel it start to harden. 

I look up and Rick is still sleeping but that cock isn’t so down I dove on his beautiful thick cock and start sucking him off. Soon he is hard as a rock and even thicker and then I’m thinking how I can get it up my ass when all of a sudden I feel hands on my head pushing down on him. Rick is fucking my face and I’m thinking I just lucked out. 

He pulls me up on his chest. I stand up and start stripping out of my clothes. Rick reaches over to the bedside table and grabs so lube. I’m thinking he’s going to lube up that cock and ram it up my ass when all of a sudden his legs are over his head stuffing his lubed up fingers up his ass. 

“Fuck me” he slurs but all I can think is, fuck, he’s another bottom too. Drunk off his ass but limber as hell, those legs were so far up over his head that his face was between them. Damnit, I’m not a top, I never could be! I have been known to cum just pushing in! 

My cock is so damn sensitive that I can cum with out even touching myself. I bet I can count on one hand how many times I’ve topped and still not get to 5. It never turned me on ether so a bottom I became. Now what was I going to do? But that big hard cock, I wanted it up my ass. 

He was still on his back with his legs over his head but his hard cock is sticking up and thats when it hit me. I could still get what I wanted and I knew how to do it. I got into position over him like I was going to fuck him when I grabbed his throbbing cock and pulled it back. I slid forward and aimed his fat cock at my ass and slid it up into me. I’m squatting over him and riding his raw cock like a cowboy on a horse, bareback! Rick was so fucking drunk, he just kept yelling,

“Fuck me, fuck my ass” He was in the position for a good fuck and in his mind, I’m guessing he’s thinking he’s getting fucked too. It was kind of funny but I wasn’t laughing, I was in heaven with that cat cock up my ass. Then he starts yelling,

“I’m going to blow, cum in my ass” so I pick up the pace and work my ass muscles and in a flash he is unloading up my ass and then I start shooting all over him. I’m still squatting on his pulsing cock and his load is dripping out of my full ass and then I notice he has passed out again. I slip his cock out of my ass and got off him. 

He collapsed on the bed and was softly snoring away in dream land. I got cleaned up and dressed tucked him in and turned out the lights and went home. A week later, again at Joey’s, Rick walks in. He comes over to me and slips his arm around me and pulls me in for a hug and a kiss. 

“Man, I had no idea you were a top. Sorry I was so drunk but I’m thinking we had a good time the other day.”

I grinned at him and said,

“Damn baby, you really need to stop drinking, I didn’t fuck you.”

A shocked and confused look came across his face. 

“Oh my god, I thought we fucked! What the hell happened?”

Laughing, I tell him what happened. Let’s just say he was a little surprised. Like me, he’s a total bottom and was never into topping so the fact that he fucked me blew his mind. I never got that cock big cock back up my ass again but I damn sure got a great story out of it.