The Dark Side

So, I had just bottomed for the first time. I went home that day from Brock’s and thought about the whole night. It was an amazing night and Brock was a really great guy, although he did send a lot of mix signals. He flipped back and forth between being an asshole and being a romantic.

The assholes are what I was used to. I never cared about the attitude of the dude I was boning as long as the guy was hot and fuckable. I tended to be an asshole right back at them, both of us knowing it was about sex, not feelings. And I thought that was what last night was; two hot dudes just getting off. But it turned out to be more than that, at least for him. His behavior this morning made my head spin. Of course, I’ve had dudes fall in love with me after one night of intense fucking. Brock just didn’t strike me as that type of guy.

Well, the chances of us meeting again where extremely thin. I didn’t even have his number. We didn’t exactly hang out in the same circles. That house party was a fluke. He seemed like he didn’t want to be there as much as I didn’t want to be there. I’ll just move on to the next dude.

I went about my day as usual. I got coffee at my favorite coffee house, worked out, studied a little bit. It was a lazy Saturday.  Quite frankly, my asshole was sore. I felt it every time I sat down or walked. I was distracted during my workout because I kept feeling it and then that would remind me that I got fucked.

However, each time I felt that soreness made me think of Brock. And every time I thought of Brock I kept thinking about his glowing blue eyes, his lantern jaw, and the way he looked at me during sex. The things he said to me. The stuff about him being my man. The way he called me cowboy. Sexy as fuck. I kept fingering my hole when I was at home during the day, thinking of Brock and how good his cock felt in my ass. Luckily, Rowan was gone all weekend, so I had the whole apartment to myself.

I had a paper to finish before Monday, so I didn’t plan on going out. I was actually pretty serious about my studies. I needed quiet with no distractions so that’s why I moved out of the frat house. That and the fact that I kept having sex with a few of my frat brothers. That was distracting when you get to fuck ass almost any time of the day with fuckbuddies living in the rooms next door.

I decided to take a break and get some coffee. I threw on some nice snug jeans, a t-shirt and a ball cap and made my way to the coffee house across the street from my apartment. Like a usual Saturday night, it was busy with kids letting loose on the weekend. Some on computers, some just sitting around bullshitting. I ordered and waited at the end of the counter for my coffee.

I glanced around the shop and noticed a group of guys sitting by the corner window. I could tell they must have been in an Ag Fraternity. They were all wearing ball caps or cowboy hats, (Cowboy, huh) beat up cowboy boots, t-shirts and from the looks of another guy that just sat down at their table, skintight Wranglers, God’s gift to a nice ass. These were the students who came from rural America, farmers, ranchers, or rednecks in general. The thing about rednecks is that they were all usually pretty fit, athletic, and straight as an arrow. But they were always attractive under those hats.

The dude who just sat down was a big boy. His t-shirt was way too tight, and his Wranglers looked painted on. He had the most muscular ass on him.  His traps were thick, and his waist was small. He wore a red ball cap, the bill sat low over his eyes. His curly jet-black hair creeped out from under the edges of the hat. The boots had a nice 2-inch heel, so they made his ass stick out. I love fucking a redneck who kept his boots on during sex. It’s just hot seeing muscular legs up in the air with big leather boots with pointed toes aimed at the ceiling. Note to self: I think I may have a boot fetish.

The barista called my name, and I took my coffee. The redneck boys were all sitting next to the condiment bar. I stepped over to grab a sleeve and I casually looked over at the gorgeous redneck and low and behold, he was looking at me. I held the eye contact and so did he for a little too long. He slightly lifted the bill of his cap so I could see his eyes. I decided to sit outside at a table right next to their window. I positioned myself so he could see me. He watched me sit down. We kept stealing glances for a long time. Eventually, I nodded a hello at him. He slowly discreetly nodded back.

After what seemed like forever, the five guys all got up and headed out the door, all except my hot redneck. I watched the group of hot country boys cross the street towards the school. Seconds later, my redneck boy came out of the door and shyly eased his way to my table. He looked around and I thought he was going to have a breakdown with how nervous he was. It was too cute, even for a big dude like him.

I smiled at him and gestured with my head to come over closer. “Have a seat,” I said politely.

“Ok,” he replied as he pulled the chair out and sat down. He kept looking around nervously.

“I’m Landon.”

“Colt,” he said. Oh my god, what a hot name. It fit him perfectly too. A name you’d expect a redneck rodeo boy to have.

“I assume you go to school here?” I asked.

“Yeah. Agricultural Economics.”

I smiled. Of course, that was his major.

“Sweet. Architecture,” I said back. He nodded his head silently.

“Not hanging with your buds tonight?” I said while giving him my sexy bedroom eye stare.

He shrugged his big shoulders and shook his head. “Not anymore.”

“Lucky me.” I smirked. He gave me a tight-lipped smile.

I leaned forward so I could speak more quietly. I didn’t need everyone hearing our conversation.

“You’re fucking hot, bro,” I said before biting my bottom lip.

He looked at me, frozen for a few seconds. He cleared his throat. “You are too. Really hot.”

I watched him squirm which was cute. His big biceps strained his t-shirt sleeves. They were like round softballs. His pecs were like two round pillows stuffed into his shirt. He had a couple of days worth of stubble on his wide jaw. His eyes were chocolate colored, almost black. I felt a little tinge of something as he scanned my body. He has the same look Brock had on his face last night in bed. It was sultry, intense. We stared quietly at each other just taking in all the muscle and testosterone between us.

He finally broke eye contact, looking down at his scuffed cowboy boots. “So, look, man.” He took a deep breath and looked up at me. “I don’t do this very often. I mean, I know what I’m doing and all... with a dude. I just don’t get the opportunity. My boys are always with me and it’s hard to get away. Tonight, I told them I was going over to some girls place to hang out.”

I chuckled. “Dude, I get it. I know how to play the game. It’s all good.”

He nodded his head, and I could feel he was a little more at ease. “But when I saw you, and you looked at me, dude, I knew I had to meet you.”

Damn, this guy was cute. His face was blushing. I kept watching his corded forearms flex. His quads were even flexing under those extremely second skin jeans. He was just all thick dense muscle. I bet he weighed 210 to 220, but lean and ripped. I wanted to see him naked, and I wanted to feel him on top of me, the weight of him. Suddenly, that made me think of Brock. I reminded me that it wasn’t even 24 hours since I’d been fucked by another big muscle dude.

“Well, we’ve met,” I said. “What’s next, Colt?”

He smiled an almost devious smile. “I think you know what’s next, Landon.” Suddenly he had become less shy.

I lowered my voice even quieter, leaning in closer. “Yeah? Wanna head back to my place and fuck?”

“I could fuck,” he said very cool and calm.

“Could you BE fucked?” I countered back.

He looked at me and smirked. “I could be whatever you wanted, you big fucker.”

“That’s what I like to hear. I live across the street. My roomie’s gone.”

“Fuck yeah. Let’s go.”

We got to my apartment and before I could shut the door, he was all over me. We latched together and attached our mouths together and tasted the other one. I felt up his back, his traps, his lats. I could feel him rubbing his hands over my upper body, making approving sounds as we kissed. I was ready to fuck the shit out of this redneck boy. I felt his ass and it was like two melons trapped in denim.

Then something happened. He cupped my ass and squeezed. “Such a hot ass, bro,” he mumbled as he kissed my neck. “Damn, fucking hard.”

The way he touched me; the way he squeezed my ass made my hole twitch. His fuck talk in my ear made me think of Brock. He enveloped me in his big arms and held me tight. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him again. His hands traveled back to my ass, and he massaged it. Once again, I felt a twitch.

“Fuck, Landon. You’re fucking ass, bro. I thought I had a nice ass. Yours is a fucking work of art.”

I thought I was going to be dizzy. This big muscular hunk was raving about my butt and the more he did, the more I remember what it felt like to have cock stuffed in it.

“Take off your fucking clothes,” he demanded. He stripped as I did. We crashed into each other with our mouths. Our hard cocks smashed against each other. His waist was so small, and his shoulders were so wide. It was a hot contrast. God, he had a hot body.

I started to feel smaller for some reason. I was just as built as he was but for some reason, I felt sexier when he had his huge arms wrapped around me. He must have sensed it because he was getting more aggressive.

He pulled back. “We gonna fuck or what, pretty boy?”

I recoiled, forgetting that I told him I was going to fuck him. But now, I wanted him to fuck me.

“Hey, I know I told you I wanted to fuck you.”

“Yeah?” he said looking at me suspiciously like I was about to bolt.

“I want you to fuck me.”

This time he flinched and then grinned. “Oh really? Why the sudden change of mind?”

I shrugged while I felt up his biceps. “I don’t know. I just have that... itch.”

“Wow. Here I thought you were all Mr. Alpha, smooth and cocky.”

I shrugged again, not knowing what to say.

“I guess I can admit now that was my intension all along,” he said. He sneered at me, a cocky one.

“What was?”

“To fuck you, pretty boy.”

I looked at him confused. “Wait. No, I was going to fuck you.”

“That’s what I made you think. I just needed you to take me somewhere to fuck.”

For some reason, what he was saying made my dick harder and my ass hungry.

“So, you do do this a lot then,” I stated with the revelation.

He scoffed. “Dude, I score so much ass. I eat pretty boys like you for breakfast.

Colt had morphed into a completely different guy. No longer the shy, blushing red neck. He was now a cocky, arrogant son-of-a-bitch. Funny, he reminded me of Brock.

I took a deep breath and let it out. I knew what I wanted for sure. I thought I was going to get some ass but now I was going to get some dick. Whatever Brock did to me, whatever he did inside of me, he changed me.

“I bet you do.”

“Fuck, you are a fucking pretty muscle boy, dude,” he said tweaking my nipple. I gasped at the pleasurable feeling. “I want to see you take my cock.”

My heart jumped. “Yeah? I’ll take your fucking cock,” I said with confidence.

“Nice,” he hissed before he kissed me again. He pushed me down on my back and crawled between my legs while me made out. It was a different sensation to be roughed up whereas Brock was gentle, romantic. But this was good too. Why not try out everything I can?

I reached up and grabbed some lube off the side table. We were still making out while I applied some lube to his cock and then to my hole. He moaned into my mouth when he felt my sticky hand stroke his cock. He pulled away and grinned.

“Good boy. Slick me up,” he said as he nudged his cock against my hole. I instantly spread my legs out, ready for entry.

He looked down and then back to me. His eyes were intense, his face like stone. “Fuck yeah, pretty boy. Spread those whore legs out for me.”

My dick was rock hard. I spread as wide as I could. I got excited when the handsome farm boy called me whore.

He stared into my eyes as he pushed into me. My eyes burst open wide and then my mouth opened with a groan. He grinned. “Love to watch a dude’s face when I stick my cock in him.”

I was breathing deep, getting used to the pain. He continued so slowly slide in until he was all the way in. He paused and kissed me.

“Fuck, Colt,” I said breathless. “Huge fucking cock.”

“I know, right?” he grinned again. “Perfect for slutty dudes like you.”

He began to pull out and slide in. My face was contorted getting use to the feeling of being completely full. Colt was so fucking sexy. The cocky smile on his face while he fucked me faster and harder. My legs were still spread, I was holding them up by the back of my knees.

“There you go, stud,” he growled. “Fucking take my cock. Fucking hot pretty boy taking my cock.”

He then took hold of my ankles and held them out. “Fucking strong legs. Bro. Big legs.”

I was grunting and groaning, feeling up his chest and his abs. “You’re so hot.”

That made him pump faster. He placed my ankles on his shoulders and leaned down, my knees touching my chest. I closed my eyes and pictured Brock. His muscular body resting on mine, his sweet kisses making me feel special.

Colt attacked my mouth, which turned into a tongue wrestling match. He had his hands cupping the back of my head as he slammed into my ass. I like it. I liked looking up and seeing this fucking stud owning my hole.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, pretty boy. Going to mess you all up inside.” His face was red and sweating.

I closed my eyes because it felt so good. He knew what he was doing, and it felt amazing. “Yeah, cum inside me, Brock. Do it!”

“Who the fuck is Brock?” he said with an abrupt stop.

I opened my eyes in surprise. Shit! I said Brock’s name? “No one, dude. Keep fucking me,” I told him out of breath.

He looked at me with an angry glare. “Did you just call out another dude’s name with my dick in you, bro?”

“Colt, please, dude. Don’t stop, man.” I pleaded with him.

He continued to look down at me, anger still on his face mixed with hurt feeling. I had to rescue this situation.

“You’re so fucking hot, Colt. You’re the hottest dude I’ve ever been with,” I lied. Brock was hands down hotter. He continued to look uncomfortable. “Colt, dude. Your cock is so fucking big, man. Cum inside me, bro!”

He looked at me unsure.

I grabbed the back of his head and brought it down, eye to eye. “I’m your bitch, Colt. I’m your fucking pretty boy bitch!”

His eyes got big, and he recoiled a bit at the new information. He started to fuck again. “Yeah? You’re my bitch?”

I nodded my head rapidly feeling his fuck get faster. “I’ll aways be your fucking bitch, Colt. Please, cum in me.” I was willing to say anything at this point to get his cum in my gut. I don’t even know what I was saying. I was under a damn spell, wanting nothing but to feel this alpha’s sperm swimming inside me.

“You’re my fucking bitch. I always cum in my bitches!” Then he grunts and slams inside and ejects a huge warm load of jizz. I felt it shoot and his cock expand. It was amazing.

I stroked my cock only a couple times and I shot my load on my face. He chuckled and then licked my cum off my face and fed it to me on his tongue. I happily took it and swallowed.

“Sick, dude. Love watching you eat your own cum. Fucking slutty, bro,” he said while wiping more cum off my forehead.

I was out of breath and exhausted. Colt was still between my legs, his cock still inside me. Obviously, he was one of those guys who stayed hard for a long time, but I didn’t care.

“How’d you like that ass, bro?” I asked as I massaged his muscular quads, my legs wrapped around his waist.

He shook his head with a grin. “Landon, bro, prime, Grade-A muscle ass. The best kind there is. I told my buddies you were going to be an awesome fuck.”

“Your buddies know you’re into dudes?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah. Not a big deal. They were taking bets whether I could get you in the sack.”

I laughed and shook my head. That made me happy, proud of myself. Happy to have pleased him.

“Your cock is a fucking club, dude. So big and thick. I didn’t know if I could take it.”

He looked at me with a head tilt. “You don’t bottom very often, do you?”

I gazed at him, and my pause told him I hadn’t. I shrugged my shoulders.

“Dude? Really?” he asked surprised. “You’re fucking good at it AND you begged to be bred. How many times have you bottomed for a dude?”

I hesitated again before saying shyly, “Twice counting this time.”

He looked at me like he didn’t believe me. “Fuck off, bro. You’re lying to me.”

“Nah, bro. I’ve only done it once.”

“Must have been fucking good to make you want to do it again.”

I nodded. “Yeah. It was pretty spectacular.”

“Brock?” he asked more like a statement.

I nodded my head. “Yeah. Some dude I hooked up with at a house party off campus.”

He nodded. “Nice, bro. My favorite hunting grounds.”

“He was with his girlfriend. Dumped that bitch at the party and went back to his place and fucked.”

Colt held out his fist for a bump. “Dude! You snagged a straight guy. Sweet!”

“Yeah, I don’t know if he was straight, but he was at least bi.”

“Aren’t we all, bro?” Cold laughed. “We’re all fucking bi at this age. Got to check out what’s out there.

I just nodded my agreement.

“So, you going to hook up with him again?” His cock was hard again, and he was slowly swiveling his hips which made my hard too.

“Nah, I don’t even have his number.” I gasped because he just gave me a quick jab into my gut.

“Is he hot? I bet he is,” Colt asked.

I nodded my head. “So hot.”

“Big dick?”

“Uh huh.” I spread my legs wide.

“Did he fuck you hard, bro?”

“Deep,” I replied.

“Fucking stud, huh? Now it’s all you want. A big stud to gush inside you.”

He started to fuck me with long strokes. I grunted and sighed.

“Big fucking red neck like me, big muscles holding you down and cunting you out.”

Oh, holy shit, that was hot. What a fucking stud. My mind flashed to Brock again. I couldn’t get his face out of my head. Why do I keep thinking about him? I like the way this guy is fucking me but there was something about Brock and his attentiveness to me and my comfort. He wanted me to feel good. Colt just wanted to get off and treat me like a bitch. I don’t know. I wish I had more experience doing this bottom thing to have a better frame of reference. I think I’m more like Colt when I top, fuck’em and forget’em. I guess I’m getting a taste of my own medicine as the bottom. Brock was cocky as fuck and kind of a dick at first. By the end of the night, he was downright sweet and romantic, which is a new thing for me. But man, did I love this big hulking redneck inside by ass right now. Big and muscular is the way I like them.

“I’ll take you anyway you want to give it to me, fucker,” I answered with a growl.

Maybe that was famous last words because he went on a tear and pounded the crap out of me. He pounded me all night, in every position he could think of. He must have dumped four or five loads in me that night. When he was done with me, he grabbed his clothes and got dressed.

“Gotta go. I need to get a couple hours sleep before the gym. I want to see you again, pretty boy,” he said as he pulled on his tight t-shirt.

I lay there looking up at him, my head resting on my forearm on the pillow. My cock still hard. He picked up his Wranglers and stepped into them. It was amusing to watch him pull and tug them up over his quads and ass. He was struggling hard.

I laughed. “Dude, those jeans are like 8 sizes too small. No wonder you can’t get them on.”

He finally got them up and snapped. “That’s way you’re supposed to wear them, bro. Skintight, shows off the legs and ass. You know you like’em.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t like them.” I shrugged and laughed. “Makes me want to get a pair for myself.”

“YOU would look shit hot in these, pretty boy. That big juicy ass would bust the seams,” he smirked a sexy cocky smile.

I winked at him, a big grin on my face. He sat down to put his boots on. “So? I want to see you again, fuck that muscle cunt again.”

Brock flashed through my head again. I wish that would stop. “Just to fuck, right?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. I want to fuck you, not date you, dude,” he said nonchalantly.

“Um... ok. Let me put my digits in my phone.”

He handed me his phone and I put in my number. He looked at it and smiled. You put “Cunt” as your contact name?”

“I figure that’s what I am to you, so why not.”

He nodded his head. “I think we’re on the same page.”

He leaned over to me. “Give your man a kiss.” He put his lips on mine. When he said that, it was as if Brock was standing next to the bed watching. “Give your man a kiss.” Brock was my man. Suddenly, I felt guilty for kissing Colt. What if Brock finds out? Wait, how the fuck would he. I don’t even have his number. I’ll never see him again.

Colt grabbed his ball cap and left. His big, beautiful back and ass were the last things I saw before he closed the door.

I rolled over on my side and pulled the sheet up over me. I lay there, calm, and quiet. I could feel Colt’s cum oozing out of my hole. It was still warm. I liked the feeling. I looked over into the mirror that was on the wall across from the bed. My big, tan, musclebound body, my bulbous ass sticking up in the air. I looked at myself and was turned on by the sight. I know, its narcissistic but I like my body. I reached back and rubbed my ass, over my thigh, flexed my tricep. Finally, I ran a finger over my hole through the sheet. The sheet was wet.  I flipped over on my back, raised my legs, stuck my finger in my hole and fingered myself with one hand and jacked off with the other.

“Brock... fuck me, Brock. Fuck me,” I said out loud. I kept saying it until I finally shot a load on my chest, the fifth one in 24 hours.

I went back to sleep and slept until noon. I had an afternoon class, so I got myself up, showered, dressed and out the door. I stopped across the street to grab a cup of coffee. My ass was sore. It felt strange walking around with a sore ass. I felt like everyone was staring, knowing I had got my ass plowed all night.

I grabbed my cup from the barista and turned around where I ran into someone standing behind me.

“Oh fuck, dude. I’m so sor...”  I stopped in mid-sentence. It was Brock.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” he said referring to the first time we met.

“Oh. Hey, Brock,” I mumbled. I didn’t know what to say. I thought about him all night and now he was standing in front of me. God, he was so fucking handsome and big and tall.

“Hi, Landon.”

“What are you doing here?” I asked. “I mean, not that you can’t come here, it’s a public place.”

“You mentioned you come here a lot,” he replied.

I looked at him confused. “Yeah? So?”

He looked around uncomfortably. “I didn’t know any other way to find you.”

“Oh Kay?” He was trying to find me? I thought I made it clear that he didn’t need to find me.

“I saw you here last night and I was going to talk to you.”

He saw me leave with Colt.

“Uh huh.”

“But you left with that guy, so, I thought I would try later,” he said with a sullen tone.

This time I looked uncomfortable. “Yeah. Well, here I am.”

“Look, Landon. Can we talk?”

“I’m going to be late for class. So, no,” I said moving past him.

I walked out the door, Brock close behind. He grabbed my elbow and stopped me.

“LANDON, STOP.” he said sternly.

I looked down at my elbow and then to him. “You have 2 seconds to let go of me or I will punch you in the throat, BROCK.”

He quickly let go. “I’m sorry,” he said even quicker. “I’m sorry,” he said slower and calmer, with regret. “Please, Landon, can we talk?”

“Jesus, Brock. I said no. Stop stalking me. I’ve got to go to class.” I turned and walked away.

I only got a few feet away.

“Cowboy.”

I froze. A shiver went down my spine. Why did he have to say that? I didn’t turn around, I just froze.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I remained silent. I honestly could not move. I couldn’t stop thinking about him either. But I didn’t want this to become anything. I just want to fuck dudes and live my life. I’m not ready for anything serious.

“I want to talk.”

I found my legs and turned around. “Meet me back here in 2 hours.”

A smile appeared on his handsome face. “Ok, Landon. I’ll be here.”