Stacey

The fun of being bottom

In just ten minutes, we were in Stacey’s house. It was small and a little untidy. I don’t know why I even liked this. It’s just that I saw my workmate was sincere, straightforward, easygoing and a little messy. Since I’d come to a boy’s house to have sex with him, I liked him being so masculine.

-If you don’t mind, I’m gonna strip, Giancarlo. Hope you want to do the same.

But first he came to my lips and kissed me, looking attentively into my eyes in order to see whether I had any objection. I smiled back at him and continued the kiss. Just then he took off his T-shirt and then I decided I’d strip to his rhythm. Now he removed shoes and socks and he was so gentle that he was the one to take mine off. Finally he pulled down trousers and briefs and I did see it again, that sexy dick that had already fucked me. Before I did the same, he was already touching my whole body. It was obvious he wanted to fuck me again and that’s why I’d come to his house, but he showed me he had no problem in touching a boy and he must have done that a thousand times. I started to not see him selfish: he knew what he wanted but gave fun to any boy he wanted to fuck. Finally I took off trousers and briefs and he congratulated me, again with his hand on my dick, for how hard I was.

He invited me now to a drink and we went to his kitchen and chose two beers and took them to his living room and sat on the couch. Drinking it he was as he started to touch me and masturbate me again. He’d already fucked me and maybe I would suck his cock but I hadn’t masturbated him yet, so I said to myself: why not? And I instantly grabbed his dick and we both were jacking each other off for a while. He was not always drinking but sometimes kissed me again and asked me whether I was having fun. I nodded and told him he was being a big surprise but I was determined to sleep tonight with him and keep on having fun with his dick.

So as I was sure that I wanted to be fucked again, I also knew what he was expecting and he would return the favour in bed to me if I was first. So I shrugged my shoulders and thought I’d better not think twice about it and bent my body and took his cock into my mouth. He was still masturbating me and the moment I tasted his shaft, I shot my first load in his house. But he didn’t stop his hand on my dick and went on in a second masturbation as I kept on sucking. That day I would discover how funny cocks are and also discover the fun of being bottom. I’d never tasted a dick so far, but now I knew why I had never been successful in sex: I didn’t need cunts; I needed dicks! How hot to make the discovery boys is what I need, having a dick in my mouth. I moaned all the time so Stacey was more certain of the fun he was giving me, of how he was changing my life in a single day. I still needed to know him better but what he had hinted: trying a couple with a boy, was now something that I started to desire. In this first blowjob, I was imagining what living with Stacey would be like and in the midst of these arousing thoughts, he came in my mouth and the taste of semen was so good that I came too.

-Oh, fuck me again, Stacey. You’re driving me crazy today and you wanted me to be the one who asks you, so I’m asking you: please, fuck me again.

-I will but both our dicks need to recover first, so we could have a coffee now and talk and know each other a bit better.

I agreed and now we had a coffee which lasted for half an hour and we started to know each other in earnest. We not only talked about sex or asses. I knew private things of his life and liked him more and he also knew me better.

-You’re not only a perfect ass, Giancarlo; you’re the perfect person to make me change my points of view and share my life with.

And seeing him totally hard again, I went on all fours there in his kitchen floor and told him.

-Fuck me now, Stacey, please. This is my only need now: to feel your cock up my ass.

He had clearly been waiting for me to ask him and now he entered me unhesitatingly but with care, for he knew my ass, my hot ass he said, was still not prepared for rough fucks and I simply decided to leave my mind free of any prejudice I could have had up to that day and enjoy again the very act of being fucked, something I’d discovered this morning was my greatest fun. I wanted to try being bottom with Stacey. As he rhythmically fucked me, he was asking.

-So do you really enjoy being fucked, Giancarlo?

-I have no problem admitting this is what I really need now, Stacey, and I’d love it if you fucked me now every day, even more than once. Just remember I would also like to try one day the fun of being top, or at least versatile. Since I’ve never fucked any ass, I cannot know, but maybe I love it too.

-But it would never work with me, Giancarlo, so take it or leave it. I mean, here you have somebody willing to give you this fun whenever you ask him. And remember that even if we became a couple, you could try to fuck other boys, or girls if you find them, but not my ass.

-Can’t I at least touch your ass? I still haven’t.

-Well, if it’s only touching my ass, you can, but don’t go further, please.

I thought then that he had the usual prejudice a heterosexual boy has about his ass. But he’d talked of becoming a couple and I knew he meant it, so he should forget a bit his heterosexual habits, shouldn’t he? Was he really heterosexual? Was I really heterosexual? Well, I didn’t bother anymore about sexual  labels: I liked girls, but I loved it with Stacey, and he’d even said he could leave prejudices behind to suck my cock tonight, to sleep with a boy, to share his life with me… so he could go further. Now I know that being top or being bottom is a problem for many couples, a pity. But well, stop thinking, Giancarlo, and be happy now with the only thing you can have with Stacey. I thought I could be losing a fun, but what I had now was more than right.

All of this I was thinking in the more than twenty minutes he was fucking me this second time, with a really happy face that I could see through one of his mirrors, due to my constant moans of happiness, till he could do no other thing than finally cumming again, leaving my ass moist with the humidity I needed now. Indeed I wanted a third fuck tonight in bed.

Now he invited me to dinner.

The time we spent naked having dinner, we looked attentively into each other’s eyes and I was getting used to the idea of sharing my life with such a hot boy. As we were dining, he said to me.

-You’re looking at me as if you loved me, Giancarlo.

-I swear I don’t know. All I’m sure I’m feeling is the sincere desire to live with you as a couple, love or not.

-I have no prejudice and now I wanna live with a boy, if that boy is you. So if you wanna try, I’m also ready. Tomorrow you won’t have to leave. We’ll do our daily job and later will return to our house, our house after now, my friend, as far as you wanna live with me.

With that agreement, already engaged, we entered his bedroom at last, our bedroom I should call it now and first we had a long foreplay of kissing and touching. Stacey seemed as determined to show me he was now my boyfriend as I was. And shortly after he ran his tongue down my chest and reached my hard cock at last and took it in his mouth. A little frightened, I asked him.

-Do you like the taste?

-Let me get used to the flavour first, Giancarlo. You know this is my first blowjob. Well, the taste is not so terrible.

-That doesn’t sound very flattering.

-Sorry, I mean that now I have to get used to sucking cocks. You wanna live with me and I wanna live with you, so you’re my boyfriend and I’ll do this to you every day, even more than once, don’t worry. But how am I doing it?

-You started awkwardly, but now you’re doing it really good. I hope I was just as good when I sucked your cock hours earlier.

-You were perfect, Giancarlo. And now I have to take care of your pleasure. This is something I certainly can do for you. You won’t have my ass but you will have my mouth. Do you like this agreement?

-What you see is what you get, Stacey and what I have now with you is certainly worthwhile. Now we needn’t have sex at work: we could be discovered. We’ll have it here at home, yeah home, what a wonderful world when home means a shared home.

He was getting better and better, convincing me that he also needed home to mean a shared home and being my partner, and knowing this he admitted now he was enjoying the taste of my dick and he was not jerking himself off only because I might ask him to fuck me again, or else he would also shoot his load in his first blowjob as I had done. Now my dick went crazier with the moving thought that I had a boyfriend now. I had to fill his mouth for the first time and Stacey drank every drop and told me the taste was good enough to savour every day.

Now I knew what he was expecting and I really desired it. I had started the day anally virgin and thinking I was heterosexual and would never be fucked. Now I needed to be fucked a third time, so I simply turned so he could again see the ass I wanted him to pierce and told him.

-Fuck me again, Stacey.

-Then turn, my hot Giancarlo, this third time I wanna look into your eyes.

What you see is what you get, but how wonderful to see, to look at! As Stacey’s cock was pummeling my ass for the third time, I saw the lake of those magnetic mirrors he had, and they became a drill entering my eyes that when mixed with his light became half moons wanting to be full, at the time they were digging a hole in my soul, my mind also got room for his, my heart becoming a tunnel to house his heart. I had to utter.

-Now I know I love you, Stacey.

He went on fucking me and told me.

-You know why I have not cum when you tell me that?

-I don’t.

-When we were talking in the bar I already hinted I’d like to start a couple with you. And I said those words because I was already in love with you. I fell in love when I was fucking you on the ladder. I love you, don’t ever leave me, Giancarlo.

-Don’t ever leave me, Stacey.

Perceiving the pain I would suffer not having him now by me, made his dick go crazy and for the third time that day it became rain gushing into my hole.

Now we slept sweetly together. In a single day I had gone from believing I was heterosexual to not knowing what my sexual orientation was, to being fucked three times, to discovering the fun of being bottom for a boy, to sleeping with him. I loved all this! All I missed is trying to also be a top and I really desired fucking Stacey. I looked at him in his calm sleep. What you see is what you get. At least now I had a partner, a wonderful boy to live with and we really started living together. It was years till the next things I have to tell.

Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/