Memoirs of a Total Top

So I tell the kid I'm a Total Top, and the little fucker just mocks me!

I say "little fucker," but Jesus there's nothing little about his junk! He grins as he rides me, watching me explore his genitals. I need both hands to encircle the massive shaft, and as I slide them appreciatively, slowly, up and down, I feel the blood pounding in the thick veins surrounding the firm silken bull rod. The bottom third is covered in a dense silken pelt of manly pubes. I push down into his bush to tighten the skin and my hands disappear completely into the jungle of glistening hair, releasing the musky perfume of the many bodies that have ridden the fuck slab rising out of the black depths of his bush.

As I pull down, his cockhead tightens, a glistening smooth expanse of fuck skin framed by a thick muscular ridge designed to give deep manly pleasure to the rectum of the right guy (which, however, is not me). Pushing down more, I force his long dark piss slit to spread open, a thick stream of precum flows out, followed immediately by one, two, three heavy ropes of jizz that spray into my face and hair. I look at him, his head thrown back and his eyes closed, and I feel myself increasingly connected to his body. Streams of his powerfully musky thick sperm flow down my face and onto my extended tongue--the jizz is still steaming, fresh from his fine young testicles.

Hungry to remain joined with him, I reach now under his hairy sac and work my fingers through the pelt to the skin so I can weigh his balls in my hands, feel them twitching and swelling. I lean forward, struggling to get his cockhead into my mouth, but I can't. The best I can do is lick my lips so they form a tight seal around the piss slit. I begin darting my tongue into the long dark silky opening, and soon a steady pulsing stream of his rich creamy load is flowing down my throat into my belly. It is laced with piss, steaming and musky, the essence of man. I swear I can feel the sperm squirming in the dense hot cream.

He opens his eyes again and gives me another of his cocky, nasty grins. He says, "Your Total Top days are about to end, Mister."

"No they aren't," I say. This is too much, and I'm furious now. I try to pull my cock out of his hole, but I realize that I can't escape. The strange threads of his rectum have worked their way so completely into the tubes of my jizz factories that I couldn't be any more completely bound to him.

But I give him a tight-lipped, defiant grin. There's no way he can fuck me in this position, so my hole is safe.

But then the kid begins to grunt, just like he was taking a dump, and my cock begins to emerge from his ass. But I can see that it is completely encased in a kind of sheath, apparently made up of the threads attached to his rectum walls. The sheath glistens and pulsates, and as the kid keeps grunting, more of it emerges, a kind of hose now emerging from his butt.

I am in shock, can't figure out what to do. The kid grabs me by the shoulders and flips me over onto my elbows and knees, throwing one of my legs over the sheath so it ends up between my legs, lying on the bed, squirming and pulsing.

I realize with horror that my hole is now exposed, and that there's nothing to stop the kid from shoving his cock into it.

I struggle and scream "NO NO NO NO." But the kid has superhuman strength and has pins me down as he seats his massive cockhead on my anus.

"Bye bye, Total Top," he says. I am sobbing now. He reaches around and holds holds his grimy underwear in front of my face.

There is something at once powerfully male and unearthly about the smell of his shorts.

"Open your mouth," he says. "This will help."

I obey, and he gags me with the shorts. And as I breathe in the overwhelming maleness of his crotch sweat in their seat, and as my saliva dissolves the stiff dried piss by their fly opening, I feel my body suddenly filled with sensations I have never felt in my life. A hunger to surrender to a manhood infinitely greater than my own, one to whom terms like "top" and "bottom" are absurdly limiting.

I find myself grabbing on to his wrists near my head, studying the veins in his powerful forearms, pushing my belly down, raising my ass hungrily, proudly.

The sensations he provides through the sheath begin to intensify. I cum three times in rapid succession. The kid does nothing, waits for my heart rate to slow down a little.

The only thing I want in to world now is to be fucked by this kid . . . animal . . . demon . . . alien . . . whatever he is.

He asks, "Ready?"

Because I am gagged, all I can say is, "Ungh."

But I nod my head enthusiastically, awaiting the thrust.

And I hear him draw in a deep breath.

---to be continued---