Night at the Ballet

The noise inside the sports bar is deafening. The sound of the giant flat screen blaring over the house speakers. Drunk people yelling, screaming and swearing at the two teams competing on screen. Since it’s game night, the bar is packed with football fans, and I love it because there was so much to look at, men and women alike. Being bisexual has its advantages, like never going home alone on a Saturday night.

My buddy, Luke, steps up to the table with a new pitcher of beer. He pours me a glass and sits down.

“Who’s winning?” he asks but I’m not paying attention. I’m too busy looking around. He sees me looking around nonchalantly. “What are you looking at, creeper,” he teases.

I laugh and reply, “Well, there’s that beautiful blonde in the cowboy hat with huge tits,” I say nodding toward her. “And there’s that beautiful blonde guy in the red ball cap. It’s hard to decide, pussy or ass? Their both blonde so that makes things easier.”

Luke looks in the direction that I’m nodding and scoffs, “From the looks of that guy, you may have more luck with the girl.”

He’s right. This dude is kind of mean looking but rugged. He’s jacked with a great back, broad and muscular, and he’s wearing a tight pair of Wranglers that looked painted on. That ass was bubble and solid. Just my type of ass.

“Yeah, he’d put up a fight,” I laugh.

“You like it when they put up a fight,” Luke smirks.

I wink at him. Luke is looking good tonight. He always looks good, all two-hundred- twenty-pounds of him. Luke is the kind of guy you can’t miss. He’s almost six-seven, a mountain of muscle, dark hair and a square jaw. He’s a giant compared to my five-ten. He knows he’s hot too. Luke likes to show off his body. Wearing the tightest jeans and the tightest shirts is his thing. And those poor jeans, stretched to the limit trying to contain his legs and his fat, round, juicy muscle ass. It’s a work of art. It almost isn’t fair that someone that looks like him is also endowed with the most fuckable butt I’ve ever seen.

Luke is intimidating, most dudes don’t want to mess with him. And I feel sorry for the ones that want to. Just last weekend, some drunk asshole tried to jump him in the parking lot because Luke smiled at his girlfriend. Let’s just say Luke came out of it with

a swollen lip and the other guy was taken to the hospital. It wasn’t uncommon for Luke to get into brawls, every cocky son-of-a-bitch saw him as a threat, a challenge, and their women seemed distracted by my buddy. Hell, I get distracted just looking at him.

“I know I like it when YOU put up a fight,” I say to him with a cocky smirk.

“I think I got a lot of fight in me tonight, bro,” he said in a very sexually charged innuendo.

I look at him and took a drink of my beer. “I might be in the mood for a little brawl,” I said with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, just in case you were in the mood, I have a surprise for you, big guy,” he says and then bites his bottom lip, so sexy when he does that.

I look at him with renewed interest. “Really? And what is it?”

He shakes his head with a grin, his big, bright pearly whites are so sexy. “No dude, you have to wait to find out. Can’t show you until we’re alone.”

“Alone, huh?” I say with excitement.

“You’re going to love it,” he says with a nod.

“Does it involve my dick in your ass?” I say into his ear.

“Doesn’t it always?” he winks.

Now, I’m getting hard. I chug down the rest of my beer. “We should go.” “Sweet,” he says, giddy. He finishes his beer, and we leave.

One thing to know about Luke is that he’s very sexually adventurous. He likes to try new things, test the limits. And he may be big, tough, and intimidating but what makes him fucking hot, is that he’s a big fucking power bottom. LOVES to get fucked. And I love to fuck him. The best time to fuck him is after the gym on leg-day. That’s when his ass is super swole and tight, his quads are pumped, and he’s so fucking horny. We wear very tight compression leggings on leg-days, and his ass looks fucking delicious. Love to rip into them after we’re done and fuck him.

We eagerly return to his apartment where I go into his kitchen and grab more beer. He walks right past me, making a beeline straight into the bedroom. I follow.

“So, big man, what have you got for me tonight? Leather? Ropes? A French maid’s outfit?” I ask with sarcasm.

He took the beer from me and guffawed. “That was one time, asshole, as a joke,” he said before taking a drink. “And you liked it.”

I laughed. “Ok, ok. Just checking,” I said taunting him. “I never fucking know what you’re going to do next.”

“Do you want to see or not?” he asks impatiently, tired of my jabs.

I sit down in a chair next to his bed. “Hit me,” I tell him, ready for whatever he’s going to do. Nothing he did was ever NOT sexy as shit. I got stories.

Luke proceeds to pull off his tight t-shirt revealing a ripped upper body, a deeply carved eight-pack and smooth, pillow-like pecs. He unbuttons his tight jeans and, amusingly struggles to slide them down his huge muscular ass and long muscular legs. That’s when I see what he wanted to show me, and I about spit out my beer.

"Whoa, dude,” I say astonished. “What the..." "You like’em bro? I thought you would like them."

"Like?” My dick is instantly hard at what I see. “Dude, I love! This IS a nice surprise. They're so thin and tight. The way they mold to that thick ass! Fuck, dude. I'm rock hard."

He smiles knowing that he has pleased me. His cock is already erect and pushing against the tight material.

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Fucking thank God. I was scared they would turn you off.”

What he’s wearing is a pair of shiny, skin-tight, silver tights made out of some kind of Lycra material. They appear as if they are spray painted on. They’re so shiny, almost wet looking. They look so slick and smooth. They cling tight to every curve of muscle as if they are vacuum sealed onto him and they disappear in between the bowling ball cheeks of his beautiful ass. The shiny material hugs his muscular hamstrings and stretch around his massive quads.

“Nope. Not turned off. Not in the least. Holy fuck, dude,” I say rubbing my hard cock through my jeans.

"Good. So, they're actually ballet tights,” he says with a little glee in his deep, baritone voice. He blushes which is fucking adorable for such a rugged

giant of a man. “Dude, the way they felt when I slid them up my smooth legs got me hard immediately. Tight, shiny nylon on waxed legs is so hot.” His eyes go down to his crotch, and he continues as he runs his hands over his quads and his ass, getting off on the erotic feel of the tight material over his muscles.

"I know how much you like to bone me after the gym while I'm wearing my compression tights." He shrugs his giant shoulders. "I thought I would shake things up. I saw these online and thought I'd surprise you with them."

Like I said before, fuck yeah, I love to bone that round, hard bubble ass after a nice hard leg day at the gym. When he squatted low, his ass would stick way out, stretching the compression spandex to its limits and then that big butt would squeeze tight when he stood. I longed to have my dick stuck in there at every workout. I started to look forward to leg-days and my fetish for spandex compression tights grew more intense the more often he wore them. I started to wear them as well. He looked like a fucking superhero, both of us did. He was so tall, broad, ripped, posing in his tight compression gear. Fucking a superhero was a big ego boost for me. It was all I could do not to slam him against the wall next to the squat rack and take him from behind. Within twenty-minutes after our workout, I had him on his back, legs up and my dick see-sawing in and out of a hole I cut out in his tights that was right on target outside his pussy hole. Seeing his smooth giant body putting out for me makes me feel so fucking powerful. Having that kind of man under my control during sex is the most erotic thing in the world.

"You put some thought into this purchase, didn't ya? Slick and shiny. Fucking sexy, bro," I said as I run my hand over his bowling ball ass. The material is so smooth and tight. The muscle underneath the sexy tights was like granite. Hard, tight, granite. I couldn't keep my hands off him. My fingers slip in between the deep crevasse between his meaty glutes. It made him sigh. His cheeks tighten in anticipation.

He looks down again and murmurs, "You don't think they make me look too...gay?" "Only when my dick in your ass!" I laughed and smacked his ass.

He chuckled uncomfortably. He was still a tad bit insecure about our whole arrangement. At one time, Luke was just curious about dude sex. He assumed with his size that he would be a top. I too was curious at one point, and I KNEW I was a top the second I put my dick in a dude’s ass. I get off on the fact I’m fucking a dude, knowing I’m the one in control. He’s the bottom in our arrangement and he knows to have a smaller guy like me pound him relentlessly all the time usually isn’t the stereotypical norm for two dudes of different sizes having sex.

I remember that first drunken, pot-filled night of watching straight and bisexual porn with Luke. We watched unabashed and we both suspected the other was bisexual.

Luke stared at the screen as we watched a bi-three way. He snorted a chuckle and said, “Ever notice in bisexual porn when there are two dudes and one girl, the dudes are always really hot but in straight porn, the dude is always dog-ugly?”

“Thank God, dude. Who wants to watch two ugly dudes fuck each other after they each fuck the bitch?”

“Right?” Luke exclaimed in agreement. “I could never get fucked by an ugly dude.”

“Me neither,” I say with a grin. He grins back and we clink our bottles together, finally in acknowledgment we’re on the same page.

He hands me the pipe and says, “The dude should be built, like a real man.” “With a nice tight ass,” I say before taking a hit from the pipe.

“Oh, yeah, dude. Love a nice tight, muscular set of glutes on a dude,” he said holding his hands out, cupping them together to pantomime squeezing ass cheeks.

“I fucking love getting my dick inside a pair of tight glutes. Fucking the dude until I cum inside.”

“Yeah? You like to breed muscle ass?” he asks, rubbing his cock through his jeans. “Is there anything else to do with a nice muscle ass?” I ask with a cocky laugh.

“I like your style, dude.”

“And I like your ass,” I said confidently. “You’ve got a fucking hot ass, bro.”

He grinned and said back, “My ass would look hotter with your dick in it.”

I never would have thought a guy his size and stature, his gruff demeanor would even want to be on the receiving end of another dude's cock. Needless to say, I fucked him so hard that night. Submitting to me was a huge change in thinking for him. Seeing me take charge of his magnificent physique and doing what I wanted with it made him the happiest he has ever been. He revels in pleasing me. Looking up and seeing his own spandex covered legs resting on my shoulders while I plow him, elated him to know end and he didn't know why. He once told me that he just knew when we met that this is where he belonged, on his back, and my dick inside him.

We made up for lost time after that night by trying different things, roleplay, costumes, bondage, toys, and he responded well to all of it. So, seeing him right now, I knew this

must be a little humiliating for him, for once not wearing something meant for the gym. I think he secretly likes being humiliated by other dudes. That’s why he’s wearing something that’s made to accentuate the muscles of a dancer and to make them look sexy. I could never imagine a guy like him would be caught dead at a ballet, but it’s obvious he saw them somewhere online and wanted to wear them for me. He’s branching out, testing his limits.

I knew I had always been curious about fucking a dude. I'm an alpha. Whenever I meet a guy for the first time, I size them up. The first thing that goes through my head is whether I can take him, regardless of his size. I don't know why I do it. It's just instinct. I need him to know I'M the alpha in the room. I'm an attractive man's man with a built, ripped body, I respect another good-looking dude who takes care of his body. I notice that shit. I don't think it's gay. I’ve always known when another guy has a great ass. I also see the ultimate dominance over another guy like me is to take away their sexual masculinity, mark my territory. I still want him to be masculine, rugged, but I also want him to know that to me, he has a pussy that needs to be filled with my DNA. Once that happens, he's mine. I've done it with a string of muscle boys. I'm proud of that. I still fuck girls but then I also get to dominate the fuck out of other hot dudes as well. I can fuck them harder than I can any girl. It takes a real man to take a hard fuck.

My best friend is still my buddy who hangs out, plays video games, watches

sports, fucks girls but he also knows when it's time to give it up and submit. It's becoming second nature now that he knows he's only an alpha in public. With me, he's my muscle-cunt.

That first night was an eye-opening experience for both of us. Even though

it wasn't my first time fucking a dude, it was the first-time fucking a dude who was my best friend. For him, he liked being with a dude who understood him, how a dude can be with a woman but also like to get fucked by a dude. He liked the thought of being with a man the way a woman is with a man. He wanted to give up control to a man who was a masculine as himself. He found that in me. Luke once told me he always wanted to know what it was like for a woman when he fucked her. What did she see when she looked up at him? What was it like being the recipient of so much power? I think that's why it wasn't a stretch for him to move from masculine compression tights to ballet tights that night, an article of clothing associated with femininity, but he made it look masculine. After all. What is a pair of ballet tights but just thinner compression leggings?

But I digress...

I reply to his question about his tights making him look too gay, "It's hard for you to make anything look gay. You're a beast, dude. Besides, I think they make you look slutty." I lower my voice and look him dead in the eye. "I like slutty."

He swallows hard. He keeps our eye contact. He's starting to sweat, and his big cock is so hard. That's a waste of a big cock. It's huge. I know because my favorite thing to do is to give him a reach-around while I'm fucking him doggie style. Feeling that beer can cock explode in my hand while I'm dumping my load in his cunt. Hearing his low manly grunts and moans. Fuck, I love that!

"Slutty, huh? Dude, you know I can handle that. You know I can do slutty." He too looks me dead in the eye and says in a sexy voice. "If it makes you want to pound the hell out of me, then I'm all over it."

I stand and step closer to him. I grasp his meaty tricep with one hand and squeeze while I slide my other hand over his ass, gently squeezing a big handful of muscle-ass. I stuff my fingers between his cheeks again but this time I find his hole and I push against it. He gasps and sighs. So hot seeing a dude his size submit and be humiliated. He’s taking a step I never thought he would go. Wearing tights like this means he’s willing to do anything for me no matter how much it makes him feel uncomfortable. Well, there was that French maid’s outfit but like he said, that was a joke. I still fucked him though. Ripped it to shreds.

I lean into his ear and speak in a low, deep, sexy voice, "Dude, when do I NOT want to pound the hell out of you?" I squeeze his big bicep and slap his ass lightly. "But these tights just make me want to pound you harder and longer. I don't know what it is about you right now. You just look like such a slutty cunt to me. I just want to rape your fat, pussy." I lick his shoulder. “You got me so fucking hot right now, boy. I love these tights on you so much. They’re sexy, delicate, the opposite of you.”

He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. He runs his hands down over

his abs and over his hard cock encased in its Lycra prison. He wants this. He needs this. I need this. My very own big, hulking, rugged, mountain of muscle willing to become a sissified muscle cunt for me to do with as I please. I have broken him."

Luke clears his throat. He’s grabbing his cock and massaging it. "If I would have known ballet tights would have this effect on you, I would have bought them sooner. Would have saved me some money." He’s right. We've ruined multiple pairs of new leggings by ripping holes in the ass so I can fuck him while he's wearing them. "These are a lot cheaper than my Underarmour tights. We can ruin as many of these things as you want."

I growl as I massage his glutes with both hands, squeezing and grabbing as I slide my hand down between the massive cleft between his cheeks and play with his hole.

I slowly breath in the musk of his thick neck. I kiss it. "I wish you would have told me you were wearing them tonight.”

"Why?"

"It just would have been hot to be the only one who knew you were wearing them while we were at the bar. You know, all our buds there, drinking beer, watching football, all the while them not knowing the biggest, bad ass dude there was secretly wearing girly ballet tights under his jeans like a whore.” I kiss his neck again. His arms come around my neck and bring me in closer.

He smiles slightly. His heart thumping hard at the thought of being so masculine yet being such a cunt for his best friend, yearning to be his cum-dump.

"What would you have done if I would have told you? If I had quietly whispered in your Ear? Taunting you.” he asked in a sexy husky voice as he presses his cock against mine.

I growl again and say, "I would have dragged you out to my truck and dropped a load inside you.” I winked at him. "I think we are going to fuck through a bunch of these tights."

He laughed. "Well, I'm glad I bought a dozen pairs in all different colors."

Different colors? Oh, man, the ultimate in humiliation and degrading a real man's masculinity. Time to test his limits.

After a short pause, I quietly ask, "Pink?"

He swallows again. He leans back and looks into my eyes. His face flushes bright red. He knows where this is going.

"Uh, yeah,” his voice breaks. “I got pink."

I let out a deep breath and swat his ass hard, it makes a loud smacking sound.

"My dick hurts, it's so hard, you slutty pussy motherfucker," I growl.

"Oh yeah? You want to see a big muscle man slide on some pink tights?" His heart starts to race.

"I want to see a big muscle cunt slide on some pink tights," I

say as I jam a finger against the nylon into his tight hole. He jerks up on his toes at the intrusion.

"Ugh!" He grunts.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, pussy boy?" I whisper as I vibrate my finger inside his hole. "Put on some pretty pink tights for your man? Slide

them up over those powerful smooth legs. Feel them hugging your cunt. Put those slut legs up in the air for me as I sink deep into your wet, tight pussy."

"Yes...yes. I would like that," he stutters.

"I know you would, bitch. You're such a good cunt for your big, strong man, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Then tell me, cunt."

"I want to be your cunt. I want you to cum inside my warm pussy. You make my cunt wet bro. I want you to know I'm nothing but a slut for your cock. I need you to show me what I really am. I love knowing what it's like to be one of the girls you fuck. I want to be all of them. I want to be your muscle pussy."

"Yes. Good boy. Go find those pretty pink tights and show your man what a slutty bitch you are for my cock."

“I have them right here,” he says letting go of me and reaching into a delivery box. “You gonna breed me?”

“That’s the plan you sexy cunt,” I say standing up, pulling him into my arms and planting a wet kiss on his mouth. He moans inside my mouth and humps his cock against me. I reach around and grab two handfuls of ass and squeeze. He moans again. I slap both cheeks hard.

He breaks the kiss and says, “FUCK! Bro, I love it when you do that.”

I grin and do it again. “I know you do because you’re a slutty cunt.”

“Fuck me, stud. Fuck me hard like you always do.”

I shove him hard onto the bed. I take my clothes off and I watch his eyes scan me up and down.

“Damn it, you’re so fucking gorgeous, dude. Love your fucking body,” he says to me as his finger pokes a small hole through the thin, tight material over his pussy hole. I fucking love to watch him finger himself. Seen a lot of women do that which makes it even hotter to see him doing it.

“Yeah? You like my body, dude? You like it when I flex my muscles?” I ask seductively while I flex my biceps.

He’s panting. He fingers himself faster. “Uh huh. I fucking love it. Your body is so hot, bro. I love to watch you fuck me. You’re fucking perfect.”

I sneer at him, letting him know I mean business now. “Finger yourself, fuck boy. Finger that cunt for me.”

He throws his head back, moaning as he finger-bangs is hole deeper and faster, his shiny, slick legs spread wide.

“That’s it. Spread those whore legs for my cock.” I crawl up between his wide-spread legs. His breathing quickens. “Don’t you fucking cum, fuck boy. Don’t even think about it,” I warn him sternly. I slap away his hand from his hole. I scoot in, grab his legs under his knees and hold them wide as I line up my cock with his hole.

“Fuck, Tom,” he says to me. His massive chest is rising and falling quickly. His whole body is so smooth. Another task I ask of him. I like my muscle fuck boys smooth as silk.

“I’m coming in, fucker,” I say and then I bite my bottom lip as I ease into the extremely tight confines of his smooth, muscular hole. I watch my dick disappear into the small silver hole of his tights.

His eyes grow wide and he’s holding his breath. It seems he always forgets just how big my dick is or how small his hole is.

“That’s it, Luke. Tight as always, you beast,” I say with a soothing tone so he will relax. “Fuck, Tom. Fuck,” he whispers.

“Baby, I can’t hold back, I got to get in that pussy,” I say, and I push in hard until I bottom out inside his hole.

“UMPH!” he grunts with a gasp. His hands fly up and push against my thighs. I stop for a second for him to adjust. My face has a huge grin. I fucking love this guy’s ass.

“You got this, Luke. You got this,” I say quietly. He silently nods his head.

“You’re so fucking big,” he whimpers. His rich, baritone voice whimpers and I love it.

I grab his ankles and hold them together near my face. His ankles are so hard, yet soft. They are slick like wet rock. I run my cheek along his anklebone and feel it slide across.

I pull my cock out a bit and slide back in making the muscle man gasp. He’s staring up at me like I’m a God. I sensually lick his anklebone as I keep eye contact. He likes it. I lean in and lick his calf muscles. He’s panting so hard. Then I rest his calves on my big bulky shoulders and I surprise him by leaning forward, sending his ankles to his ears, essentially bending him in half. He grunts his surprise.

“I can feel the hole you made. It’s gripping my dick like a rubber band,” I tell him as I start to fuck him.

His face is beet red from the position I have put him into. His whimpers are turning to moans. I can feel his tights against my chest and my abs. I reach back with my hands and run them along his stretched hamstrings. The material feels slick as ice as my hands glide along them.

“Fuck me, Tom. Fuck your pussy boy,” he begs. The sound of that base voice begging to be fucked is more than I can take.

“Are you my pussy boy, Luke?” I ask as I rail him into the mattress. His body beginning to bounce from my thrusts.

“Fuck yeah, I’m your pussy boy. Anytime you want my pussy, bro. Any fucking time,” he tells me before kissing me hard.

“Yeah, you’re my big powerful pussy boy, giving up that muscle pussy for your man,” I say as I dig in and rut his ass. “Your ass is so big, Luke. Got to dig in deeper.”

I glance up at my shoulder and see his stockinged toes pointing up. His large feet look so smooth, they gleam in the light. They don’t look like bare feet. They look like skintight boots that mold to every once of his feet and ankles.

“Fuck me as hard as you want, Tom. You know I can take it,” he pleads.

He’s got me so turned on that I just want to punch a hole through him with my dick. I attempt to do so with hard powerful thrusts. Each thrust makes him call out.

“OH!... YES!... FUCK!... ME!” he screams out with each slam. “I can’t hold back anymore, Luke. I’m about to breed!”

“YES! BREED MY PUSSY, TOM! DO IT! GET ME WET!” Luke calls out sounding like a fucking whore. God, I love that.

I slam in one more time, clamp my mouth on to his and groan into his throat as I release torrands of my cum into his sweet, tight ass. He groans into my mouth as well and I can tell he’s cumming inside his tights.

We both convulse at the intense orgasms and his legs fall to the sides and I collapse on top of him.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Luke repeats as he recovers. I just chuckle into his chest. “THAT was fucking amazing, dude,” I say. I lick the sweat off his chest.

“I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life,” he said with struggled breath.

“I know,” I said with a cocky tone.

“I take it that you really like pink,” he asks with a hint of laughter. “Not usually but I do now.”