A Virgin Top Topped: Cherry Mash

After our surprise menage a trois…Nothing.

Nothing. No calls. No messages. No texts.

Nothing.

So I went back to my old routine with the guys at the gym. Once again I was the Alpha male Top. But my mind was haunted by the longing in my ass to be filled.

It had been three weeks since that night. My ass was feeling way too horny, even though I had fucked both Randy and Gary over the weekend.

I was just finishing the final touches on an old lady’s living room walls and considering swinging by the Adult Book store when I got the text.

“Tonight. 6:00. Dan”

My first thought, Is this an invitation, a request, or a demand? 

My second thought, Who the fuck does he think he is?

My third thought? I’m not sure there was a third thought. I rubbed my quickly swelling cock and answered his text. “Sure.”

* * *

Dan met me at the door in nothing but a pair of tight gym shorts. Damn, he looked good. I hardly got the door shut before he had me pinned to the wall, his tongue down my throat and his swollen crotch grinding into mine.

When we finally came up for air, he whispered, “Damn I’ve missed you.”

Well, I thought. You could have called or texted. Instead, I whispered back, “I’ve missed you, too.”

He pulled my sleeveless T over my head, nibbled my ear and kissed his way down between my pecs. I moaned as he nipped each nipple with his teeth. He looked up at me. “I was afraid we had gone too far the other day.”

I smiled and shook my head. “No way. No fucking way.”

He kissed me again and led me into the kitchen. He popped the top of a beer and handed it to me. We sat across the table from each other…the same table where he had fucked me that first night. He just sat there smiling and looking at me.

What was this, some kind of staring contest? My dick was so hard it hurt. It was literally tearing at the seams of my shorts. And my ass was screaming, itching to be pummeled and filled.

I drained the can, then broke the silence with a healthy burp. I scraped the chair back from the table. Without taking my gaze off his eyes, I kicked my flip flops off. My shorts and briefs joined them in a pile.

My cock was rock hard. Like the carved phallic figurehead on a Viking ship, it led me around the table as if to battle. I pushed Dan back away from the table.

I glared at him with all the dominance I could muster. I raked my fingernails through his chest hairs, digging ever so slightly into his pecs and over his abs, not stopping until his shorts were in the pile with mine.

He gasped as I pulled on his balls. He sighed as I washed each one with my tongue. He moaned as I licked up the underside of his cock, kissed his crown and devoured his length down my throat until my nose was buried in his pubes.

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled my body over his. I sat back, grinding my throbbing cock and balls into his.  He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a violent kiss, our tongues and lips and throats doing battle for dominance…biting and chewing and thrusting…and kissing with all the passion of two teenagers in heat.

We finally came up gasping for air. I pushed away from him, glared into his eyes, then smiled.

“We both know I didn’t come here for a social visit. I came to get fucked.”

I leaned forward. With a handful of spit, I slathered my ass and his dick. I lined his head up with my quivering, hot hole. “So, fuck me.”

He laughed. “You are one hot stud.” His dickhead probed my opening.

I gasped as his crown pierced through my sphincter muscles. All the pent-up needs and desires of the past three weeks were centered in the pain/pleasure of that breach. I moaned as his shaft grazed my prostate. Together we uttered an “Oh fuck” as he filled me, plunging into my depths.

Slowly, we began the dance of the fuck, meeting thrust for thrust, picking up intensity until the room was filled with grunts and groans and expletives and the sounds of flesh slapping flesh.

As much as I was enjoying it, I wanted more. I stopped him, letting him pull out as I stood up. I winked at him, then turned and grabbed the back of the sink. I wiggled my butt as him as if to say, “Come hither and fuck me.”

He slapped me on both cheeks, hard. “You like this…bending over the sink…don’t you?”

“Yeah. I’ll never wash dishes again without getting a boner.”

He ran his fingers down my spine, then slapped each cheek. The cold dribble of lube between my hot cheeks startled me. He worked it into my crack and over my sensitive hole with his cock. He pressed at the opening. “Are you ready?”

In answer, I pushed back against him, bracing my hands against the back of the sink in anticipation of the onslaught.

I expected a “slam, bam, thank you man” thrust. Instead, he teased my anxious portal with his crown, kissing the lips of my pucker with the tip of his cock. Over and over he teased my sensitive, quivering hole. My ass begged for more. My body shuddered from the jolts of neural energy exploding from my ass to my dick to my tits and finally to my brain.

Never…Never had I had a more sensual and sexual experience. I was reduced to a blubbering, incoherent, moaning mess of gibberish.

Slowly, he entered me. He pulled all the way out, then inched in deeper with each entry, until he reached my prostate. I whimpered as he worked that core of a man’s sexual being, massaging it with his firm dick. I screamed as he plunged his rigid cock deep into my channel.

Then the fuck began, each thrust driving the breath from my lungs. I clung to the back of the sink for support. I met each of his thrusts with one of my own, partially to savor the depths of the drive, and partially to keep my cock and balls from becoming part of the face of the cabinet.

Suddenly, without warning, he pulled out. He slapped my ass. “To the bedroom. Now!”

What the fuck?! “What the fuck?!” I yelled.

He slapped me again. Harder. “Now!”

I didn’t know whether to run like a scared rabbit, streak like an obedient Sub, or be pissed and slug him in the jaw.

When I spun around, he stood there laughing at me. “You Mother,” I growled.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Hey. It was getting a little too serious. Now, to the bedroom…or I’ll turn you over my knee right here.”

“There ain’t no way you could catch me, you lumbering ox.”

I took off running with him close behind. I threw myself on the bed and flipped over on my back, legs spread.

He followed right behind me. He pulled my ankles up on his broad shoulders, stuffed a pillow under my butt, and plunged into me, balls deep.

There was no mercy, but I didn’t want any. I met him thrust for thrust, egging him on with every expletive I could think of.

He paused for a moment, grinding his lips on mine, almost gagging me with his tongue. He pulled out long enough to raise my legs almost over my head. Once more he drove into me, deeper than he had ever been before. I wondered if he was trying to drive his balls deep enough to join my prostate.

We were gasping and panting like we were running a mile marathon. Our bodies as well as the sheets were drenched with sweat. He groaned, then screamed, “I’m cumming! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!”

I jacked my own throbbing rod. He thrust hard and screamed again. I could feel his cock jerk deep within me. That pushed me over the edge. Spurt after spurt of my own spunk splattered my face and neck and chest.

Dan rolled off me. He sighed. “That was awesome. Fucking awesome.” He looked over at me and shook his head. “You are one fucking awesome…” He hesitated. “…Stud.”

I swung my leg over and straddled his abs. I looked up at the painting on the wall of two guys holding hands, looking out over a lake, then looked back down at him. I thought it was time to clear the air. There had been something bothering me from the first.

“So…what are we?” I asked. “We’re not lovers. And we are certainly not Master and Slave.”

He laughed. “That’s for sure. And, I’m not sure which of us is Dominant and which is Submissive.”

“I suppose we could be Fucker and Fuckee,” I said with a shrug. “But that seems a little academic.”

He laughed again. “I guess that leaves out Teacher and Student…although, we might try that role play sometime.”

I grinned and raised my eyebrow. “That might be fun.” I thought for a moment. “What about Mentor?”

“Oh, I like that. Mentor has a nice ring to it,” he answered. “And…you my Protégé?”

“Why not. I’ve always wanted to be a Protégé.”

I smiled down at him, then locked him into a stare. Slowly, I slid down his torso, dragging my fingernails through his chest hair, over his pecs and abs. I grabbed the towel from the nightstand and cleaned our sex from his cock and balls.

I licked his taint. He gasped as I pulled on his balls. He sighed as I washed each one with my tongue. He moaned as I licked up the underside of his cock, kissed his crown and devoured his length down my throat until my nose was buried in his pubes.

“You’re insatiable,” he mumbled.

I fucked his piss slit with the tip of my tongue, savoring his pre-cum. “Just always horny,” I replied

It didn’t take long for both of us to be hard again. I pulled myself back up until I was straddling his abs. I grabbed the bottle of lube and coated his cock and my ass, then settled my ass on his rod, forcing it deep inside me once again.

“It’s called ‘the cowboy’”, he said with a grin.

I know I looked puzzled. I hadn’t realized sex had names. But at that moment I didn’t really care. All I knew was that his hard, thick cock felt so very good up my ass.

“Well, then, ride ‘em cowboy,” I replied.

And I rode him hard. And he bucked like a good bronco until he flipped me over on my back. He finished like usual, with my ankles on his shoulders and his dick buried deep.

As I cleaned up, I asked, “So, there really are names for sex?”

“Well, for sex positions, anyway. There are dozens of positions, all with names. Of course, many are just variations on a theme, but all are interesting.”

“Hmm.”

I left him stretched out and naked on his bed. He looked a bit like a stallion that had been ridden hard and put away wet.

I grabbed my clothes and headed out. I knew that I had wanted to relive that original night with Dan. But I also realized, as special and fantastic and memorable as firsts might be, they can’t be reenacted.

But who gives a fuck? Tonight was pretty damn special. And, with dozens of new positions to try, there will be plenty more “Firsts”.

I rubbed my crotch. How in the hell was I still horny. And, besides, there was a part of me which needed reassurance that I was still an Alpha Top. I was, I argued, just doing this “Bottom Thing” to make myself a better Top.

I turned into the Adult Bookstore parking lot. I was way too tired to fuck. But I was hoping that young, good-looking Twink with the mouth born to suck might be hanging around.

Sure enough, Jeremy (at least I think that’s his name) was leaning against the wall of the semi-lit hallway, one foot on the wall and trying to look macho. Damn, he was cute. Shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes, and those puffy, red lips.

I took up a position across from him. I winked. He nodded. It wasn’t our first encounter.

A cubicle opened up down the hall. He followed me in, dropped to his knees and pulled down my shorts. I moaned as his tongue circled my corona and flicked over my piss slit. His sweet lips sucked up my pre-cum and engulfed my crown.

His mouth and throat felt like a shaft of pure satin as he devoured my rigid cock. Damn, he was good. All the stimulus from the past hours was centered on my cock getting serviced by his lips and tongue and throat. He took me to the edge of ecstasy way too soon.

I warned him. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum!” I thought he would pull off. Instead, he worked my rod that much harder. With a muffled scream, I shot my load down his throat.

My knees almost buckled on me when he licked my shaft clean and sucked the last of my spunk from my deflating tool. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, winked, and was gone.

Exhausted, I started the drive home. I glanced in the rear-view mirror and smiled. Yeah. I was still the macho, Alpha stud. Yet…I couldn’t wait to get on the internet. In my imagination I could already envision it. “The Top 25 Positions for M2M Sex.”

Damn. I wasn’t sure which was more excited…my dick or my ass.

To be continued.

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