A cocky frat boy picks up a twink at the gym

‘Put that on!’ Drew ordered, coming out of his walk-in closet with a black leather harness in his hand.

He had to adjust the straps, since whoever wore it last didn’t have my muscular chest. The silver rings of the harness accentuated the silver barbells pierced in my nipples. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked like a pretty hot piece of ass in that thing, with my 8-inch dick still at half-mast between my legs. Drew seemed to think the same thing. He then laid a towel on his bed.

‘Last time, your spunk stained my bed cover, and I had a hard time getting it out’ he joked. ‘This time, I want to be prepared, because I’m gonna make you cum like you’ve never cummed before’. He added with a grin on his face.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I jumped on the bed and laid flat on my stomach; my legs slightly spread open to give him better access to my hungry hole. Drew brought both hands between my butt cheeks and spread them apart to expose my eager pucker. He brought his tongue to my hole and started swirling around my entrance. I had only been rimmed once before, the night when Brandon popped my cherry, and it felt amazing. This time was no different. Drew’s tongue brushing my sensitive rosebud sent shivers all over my body, and I started moaning a little. After a minute or so of circling around my ring, Drew started going deeper into my hole, trying to open me up and lubricate my hole for the pounding that was next.

Once my hole had started to open, Drew moved to full-on attacks on my hole. It felt like he was no longer licking my hole but plain lapping. He made obscene sounds with his tongue, like a thirsty dog drinking water from his bowl after a long walk in the sun. Maybe that was part of the psychological warfare between him and his bottoms. After a few minutes of rimming me, Drew straddled me, me still lying flat on my stomach, his legs now spread on each side of my ass and his knees pocking on the sides of my rib cage.

‘Your ass looks amazing!’ he said.

‘Today was leg day’ I explained.

My ass is obviously the part of my body I stare at the least. I can only get a side view when I’m in front of the bathroom mirror and turn my head sideways. But I can’t really do that in the frat house where the small mirrors in the communal bathroom are just good enough to shave and do your hair. But every guy (and girl) I’ve been with have complemented me on my plump ass.

Drew spanked my ass, and the sound confirmed it was hard and muscular. It wasn’t the sound of a girl’s ass when I spanked them. His hand almost bounced when it hit my rock-hard ass. Drew then took the bottle of lube out of his bedstand and dropped a big glob on my willing hole. It felt cold at first, but his finger pushing the liquid inside my hole warmed it up quickly. He slid his finger in and out of my hole, and it felt a lot more natural than ever before. Even when Drew stuck a second finger in, I didn’t feel any discomfort. My hole was looser than he had ever been. I don’t know whether it had been permanently enlarged by Drew’s power drilling last time, or if my hole was just getting used to being stuffed, or maybe I was a lot more relaxed because Drew made me feel comfortable. He made me feel safe.

Once he was done fingering me, Drew penetrated me with ease. His entry didn’t hurt the way it had every other time I had been stuffed before. Don’t get me wrong, I still felt it. His piston stretched my hole, inch after inch, filling me up, making me feel entered. And in just a few seconds, all his length was inside me, and I felt his pubes tickling my ass.

He started slow fucking me at first, but progressively picked up the pace. I was filled with a feeling of euphoria. For the first time ever, I didn’t feel any pain while bottoming, just immense pleasure from being stretched by his girth, and the incredible feeling of being owned by this little guy. Drew pressed his hands flat on my ass for support. When he did that, I flexed my ass, turning it into the marble of a Greek statue, and my ring tightened up and enveloped his manhood.

‘Go ahead, boy!’ Drew said. ‘You can clench that ring as much as you want, my big cock is gonna tear you apart anyway. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you’ he continued. ‘I’m gonna destroy your shithole. I’ll make sure you cannot walk out of this room’.

And he was right. In this position, inert on the bed, his whole weight pinning me down on the mattress, there was no way for me to absorb the shock of his fuck tool. My hole was forced to accept his manhood, in all its stiffness, in all its girth, in all its power. Drew was long dicking me expertly, pulling out almost all the way, the ridge of his mushroom head pulling my ring out to its limit, like I had watched him do in the video he took with my phone the first time he ploughed my ass. And as my ring was about to give way and his dick was about to pop out, he would ram it back inside me, scraping my inner walls along their entire length, and setting my magic spot on fire with his helmet. He was fucking me at a normal pace, but every fourth stroke, he would push in deeper than the other three, making me gasp. Every time he did that, I was finally experiencing the hurt I had been missing, but it was a good hurt. I was turned on by the feeling of being powerless each time his horse cock went deeper inside my hole. He was also grabbing the leather harness in-between my shoulder blades. It felt great to be dominated like this.

‘You like that? Bitch!’ Drew asked.

‘Fuck yeah!’ I replied.

This was the first time Drew called me ‘Bitch!’ or at least the first time I noticed it. And I loved it, partially because it was true. Right now, I was his bitch, taking his horse cock up my ass, and loving it! Given the angle, the ridge of his mushroom head was hammering my prostate with a vengeance, sending shivers throughout my whole body, making me delirious with pleasure. His heavy balls were waving around, smacking mine with every thrust, like a pair of wrecking balls pounding a crumbling building. His big balls banging mine hurt a bit, some thrusts more than others. But I wasn’t going to show Drew any more weakness than I already was. I was gonna take it like a man. And the pain of his big balls smacking my smaller nuts was incredibly erotic anyway.

My head was turned sideways, my right ear pressed against his mattress. I could catch a side view of his determined face from the corner of my eye, watching him bite his lower lip as he was focused on his craft, like a man on a mission. He then surprised me when he lowered his head, his tongue sticking out, searching for mine. I stuck mine out and the tip of our tongues found each other. We did all this while he was still ploughing my ass. It was an awkward position for a kiss, but the hint of intimacy of our lips touching felt great amongst the rough fucking my hole was enduring in the meantime.

He then pulled hard on my harness, forcing me to lift my shoulders and raise my head. I was coerced into a makeshift downward dog yoga pose, arching my back, and looking straight in front of me, while he was drilling me from behind. Drew was like a cowboy pulling hard on the reins, trying to tame a wild stallion, knocking the wildness out of him, and turning him into a more docile ride.

It was all role play, of course. I was already fully docile and didn’t need any taming. I was docile when I let him jizz all over my face earlier, let him feed his spunk back to me, and swallowed. And I was still docile when I just laid flat on my stomach, letting him penetrate me with ease. I so wanted this. I so wanted his big fat cock inside of me. I wanted him to set my G-spot on fire.

As Drew was expertly ploughing my ass, so many thoughts were racing through my mind: The realization, if I needed one, that I was made for bottoming. For the past ten days, my pussy had been craving for the sensation of his mallet smashing the golden buzzer inside me, over and over again, relentlessly. And now that it was finally happening, I was in Heaven.

I was also confused that I loved being dominated so much, especially by a weaker guy like Drew. I had been competitive and dominant my whole life and this new experience of submitting to another guy felt calming, almost liberating. Surprisingly, being the one with a smaller dick was also a huge turn on, knowing my skinnier dick could never fill up a boycunt the way I was feeling full at the moment.

I had read somewhere that guys with a small dick had to try harder and were usually great fuckers as a result. But I had never read anything about small guys with big dicks and what their deal was. But Drew clearly had a deal, using his horse cock to make a point and overcompensate for his frail frame. And he needed a big muscular jock to make his point. The fact that I was that big muscular jock, pushing him to be the best fucker he could be felt weirdly erotic. And I was reaping the benefit by being ploughed silly by his horse cock.

But in addition to all that, I had also developed feelings for Drew, feelings I had never had for anybody before. I had missed him so much for the past ten days, even though we had barely met. I missed his big cock, of course, but I missed much more than that. I missed the feel of his skin against mine. I missed his smell. I missed the warmth of his body. I missed his smile. I missed the sparkle in his green eyes. I missed how his hair naturally fell on his forehead. I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it. I experienced all these strange feelings in my stomach at the same time I was experiencing these amazing feelings in my pussy.

Now I really needed to cum. I raised my ass a little, just enough to bring my right hand to my rock-hard dick. My left arm was now carrying my entire upper body plus Drew’s on top of me. My left triceps was bulging under the effort. I wish there was a mirror where I could have watched my arm flex.

‘No touching your dick!’ Drew ordered, grabbing my hand away from my dick.

‘I’m the only one who’s allowed to make you cum’ he added, scolding me like a disobedient horse. Lost in my thoughts as I was, I almost forgot who was in charge and who was meant to obey. But Drew quickly brought me back to reality, reestablishing the proper hierarchy between us. And the one on top wasn’t me.

He brought his right hand to my dick and started jerking me off, while he bit my left ear lobe. With all these stimulations, all at once, there was no way I was gonna last more than a few strokes. And as expected, I started feeling my orgasm rise, not just in my balls and my shaft, but in my entire body, a tidal wave that was picking up steam, and was about to flood his bed. The pressure built inside my cock, and I felt my jizz travel through my piss slit.

‘Fuck!’ I yelled. ‘Amgonnacum!’ Amgonnacum! Amgonnaccuuuummmmm!’

And I did. My dick exploded on the towel underneath me, while letting out a loud: ‘Aaaarrrrggghhhh!!!’ Drew had managed to fuck the cum out of me and made me shoot like a magnum of champagne on the podium of a Nascar race.

And my grunting and splashing must have done it for Drew because I felt his big cock throb inside my ass, and I heard him moan as well. He gave one more deep thrust inside my fuckhole, his big cock remaining still, lodged deep inside me, and pumping his juice in my ass. This made my dick shoot another big volley. We were both orgasming at the same time, and it felt amazing, his big cock ravaging my hole, my walls engulfing his manhood, the two of us connected in an intimate way, both of us experiencing orgasmic euphoria at the same time, and both of us moaning like wild boars. I have no clue how many ropes we both shot, but it felt like an eternity. The white puddle on the red towel underneath me was proof of how powerful my own release had been.

I eventually collapsed on the bed, no longer able to support my own weight plus Drew’s on top of me. My dick soaking in its own juice, my stomach drenched in my own cum, and my insides flooded with Drew’s twinky juice.

As I was still panting, Drew stuck a couple of fingers inside my hole still strained by his fat cock inside me. He probably could have inserted his whole fist at this point, and he wouldn’t have faced any resistance. He scrapped my inner walls, collecting some of his seeds and pulled his cum-coated fingers out of my hole.

‘Open up!’ he ordered, as he brought his slimy fingers to my mouth.

‘Lick them clean!’ he added, as I opened my mouth. I then sealed my lips shut around his digits and slowly bobbed out, as if I was licking a popsicle. The taste of the gooey mixture was even stronger and more rancid than when he made me swallow his facial earlier. A combo of dick juice and ass juice. His dick and my ass.

I cared for the taste even less than earlier. But I was turned on by the force-feeding, and how brazen Drew was, owning me, fucking with my self-esteem, making me do despicable things I would never have thought I’d be doing just a month ago, when I was still an ass-virgin, and a dominant top. But he was so nonchalant about it, making it feel like it was the most natural thing in the world, that I didn’t even know how to say no. Not that I wanted to anyway.

What a lesson in humility! Even when I coerced chicks into doing anal, when I was a straight jock, I never dared to humiliate them like that. If Drew had brought a hedge cutter right now, telling me he needed to chop my balls off, I probably wouldn’t have known how to say no.

He pulled out slowly and said: ‘Make sure you don’t waste any of my soldiers. I want all of them to stay inside you, either up front or in the back’.

I tightened my ass ring as soon as Drew said this and made sure all his soldiers kept swimming inside me. I just stayed there inert for a few minutes, trying to regain my senses, while Drew was doing the same, laying on his back next to me.

‘It was amazing’ Drew eventually acknowledged.

‘It was amazing for me too’ I replied.

He brought his lips next to mine, and we started making out, him putting his free hand on the back of my neck to pull me towards him. It was the most sensual kiss I had ever had. I was fully relaxed, aside from my ass ring that I was clinching hard to make sure his cum didn’t drip out of my ass. At that very moment, I felt like I was in love with this man, hoping he felt the same way about me. But I wouldn’t dare ask him the question, for fear he wouldn’t give me the answer I was craving for. And I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

‘Do you think you still have enough stamina for a third round?’ I asked him.

‘Not right now’ he responded. ‘But give me an hour to recharge and I’ll be able to pound your ass again’.

‘I can’t wait!’ I replied.

We ended up showering together to rinse all the sweat and cum off our bodies. But I made sure I kept his babies inside my ass. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other and both our cocks went through various stages of stiffness throughout the shower. After we dried each other off, I only put my boxer briefs and the harness back on, because I felt fucking sexy having this thing on my big muscular pecs. Drew was just in his Andrew Christian briefs, which showcased his package nicely.

We ate pizza from last night that we ended up microwaving. The slices were a bit soggy, but I didn’t really care at this point as I was starving.

‘Are you ready?’ Drew eventually asked.

‘I’ve never been more ready’ I responded.

I looked into his green eyes and said: ‘Can I ask you a favor?’

‘What is it?’ he asked.

‘I don’t want you to fuck me’ I said. ‘I want you to make love to me’.

I knew full well how cheesy this sounded, like a chick flick that cheapened out on seasoned writers and just recycled every cliché in the playbook. But making love was what I wanted. I was pretty sure I was in love with this man, even if I had no clue if it was mutual.

‘Can we take this off?’ I asked, pointing at the harness on my chest. ‘It felt great when we were fucking. But it doesn’t feel right to make love’.

‘Of course’ Drew responded. And he’s the one who untied it, pulled it off my big chest, and threw it on the floor.

I laid on my back and Drew came on top of me, snaking his way in-between my legs, and we started making out. He was a natural at kissing, just like he was a natural at rough sex. He was also great at foreplays and sensual, intimate bonding. He started kissing my neck and worked his way down to my chin puff, biting my chin through my scruff, setting my skin on fire. I was having goosebumps on my forearms from all the unexpected stimulations. He was keeping me on edge, and I never knew where the next stimulation was going to come from. He then worked his way down my chest and started licking my sensitive nipples, making them sharper than daggers. And he started biting my nipple piercings, pulling on them gently, just enough to create a little bit of pain. But he knew exactly when to stop. Fuck! He was good!

He then started dry humping me, undulating in-between my legs like a belly dancer. I’m sure he also had great moves on the dance floor, just like he did on my body. I loved the feeling of his meaty schlong rubbing against my rock-hard dick in-between my legs. It was both sensual and carnal at the same time. Even though I couldn’t see or touch our cocks, I could feel his rubbing against mine. It felt bigger. It felt heavier. It felt stronger. It turned me on!

I wrapped my muscular legs around his tight waist and locked my ankles on the small of his back, wrapping myself around him, like a squid engulfing its prey, making sure Drew couldn’t escape until his big cock had provided my cunt with the nailing it as craving for.

After several minutes of a long passionate kiss, Drew eventually worked his mouth towards my dick. He licked the multiple beads of pre-orgasmic nectar that had sprung out of my piss slit and were now coating my shaft all the way down to my balls. And he started blowing me. It felt just as amazing as the first time he did it. You could tell he was engulfing my manhood not out of obligation, the way girls do it, but out of pure lust. He loved having a dick in his mouth. He loved having MY dick in his mouth. And he was providing just the right amount of pressure to get my pole all worked up. I was already on the edge of blowing inside his mouth.

He went down even further, grabbing the back of my knees to make me spread my jock legs wider, and went after my defenseless hole. The feeling of his tongue on my ring sent shivers throughout my entire body. Because my hole had been stretched by his big cock not even an hour ago, his tongue was able to penetrate way deeper than ever before, rubbing my inner walls, setting all my nerve endings on fire. I’m sure he was tasting his babies inside me. But that didn’t stop him.

And once he saw I was ready to be stuffed again, he brought the head of his big cock to my entrance, and slowly pushed in, in one long thrust. My ring offered no resistance and allowed his warrior to make my cave its new home. His second entry felt just as fulfilling as the first one. Drew had lubed up his cock, but my cunt didn’t require any lubrication, since my walls were still coated by his natural grease from an hour ago. Drew was enjoying a sloppy second from his own spunk. The smell of cum in the room was palpable, from my puddle on his towel earlier, from him churning his own batter inside my hole, from my breathing, letting out the scent of his babies I had just swallowed and that the smell of beer and pizza couldn’t quite conceal. That smell of cum, that smell of sweat, that smell of men was intoxicating and drove me almost into a trance.

For the second time this evening, I was being entered, and I felt full again. His entry gave me a big euphoric rush. And he started slow fucking me, while grabbing my ass with both hands, and attacking my mouth with his tongue. He was providing so many stimulations to my body that it felt like if he had a twin brother who was there along with him. I always thought I was great at sex. I’ve been complimented so many times by chicks I brought to the verge of ecstasy. But with dudes, I had almost no experience, and Drew was putting me to shame. He had clearly been around, which gave him an edge on me. He knew how to pleasure a man in a way I couldn’t quite yet.

Even though he was slow fucking me and was not nearly as rough as before, it felt even more pleasurable, and my body was on fire. Once the right moment came, I grabbed my hardon with my right hand, and started jerking it slowly. Drew didn’t stop me this time. That was the first time he allowed me to touch my dick.

Although I had asked Drew to make love to me, implying his pleasure would take a back seat versus my own needs, I couldn’t completely bury my competitive side. I really wanted to make him cum first, catching him off-guard as he was slow fucking me toward my own orgasm. Every few strokes, I clenched my hole, squeezing his cock with all I had, wrapping my muscular ass around his length, imprisoning his manhood inside my cunt.

Fully aware that Drew was fighting hard not to cum first, I whispered in his ear, ‘Oh yeah, stud! Shoot inside me!’, hoping the slightest added stimulation might trigger his pistol. He didn’t see that one coming and that’s when I knew I had him. He was mine! And within seconds, I started feeling his big cock throbbing inside my hole, as he was filling me up with even more twinky juice. And he let out a roar that the whole building must have heard. I loved watching his contorted face as he was lost in pleasure while pumping his seeds inside me, experiencing for himself the pleasure he thought he’d be giving me first.

Is there anything more amazing in this world than watching the face of a guy who’s about to cum? And don’t get me wrong, I love watching girls cum as well. But it’s just that girls are way more uptight and always try to maintain the appearance of a lady, and always seem to hold back a little. And I’ve been with chicks who had a wild side too, often because I’m the one who made them discover their wild side. And I’ve made dozens of girls scream like they never screamed before. But it just doesn’t rival the face of a guy who’s cumming. There is so much pressure on guys to perform, to not cum too fast. That stigma of premature ejaculation! When they’re fucking, guys stay focused, driven, physical, trying to last as long as they can. But their face! Their face that millisecond when they realize they’re going to lose the battle with the excitement in their cock and won’t be able to hold it any longer. That millisecond when they switch from performance mode to pure pleasure mode. And at that very moment, their face changes, as they’re about to cum. And that’s when they turn into pure men. Men don’t give a fuck what their face looks like when they cum. They just cum, unapologetically! They don’t try to maintain the look of a gentleman at that moment. They embrace their inner Viking warrior, ready to conquer the world. They let the pleasure fill up their entire body and their face reflects that ecstasy, as they’re being transported into another dimension.

Tops always rave about the power trip of watching the face of their bottoms when they open them up. But what about the face of a top, when his fuckpole gets milked by a bottom squeezing his ring? When the top would like it to last longer but realizes he’s the one being thrown over the edge, against his will. What about the look of defeat when he realizes he hasn’t managed to bring his bottom to an orgasm and is gonna be forced to blow first?

That’s the look! That’s the look I saw in Drew’s eyes when he shot his first bullet inside my ass. And knowing that I was the one bringing him to the edge of consciousness was the most incredible feeling in the world. I’ve experienced that feeling with chicks dozens of times before. It’s just that with chicks, I was doing it with my dick, and now with guys, I’m doing it with my ass. And at this very moment, when Drew’s face transformed, we were both on top of the world.

I tried to delay the inevitable by jerking myself very slowly, in unison with his fucking, which had slowed to a trickle as he was lost in his own climax, but I couldn’t hold it any longer. The face of Drew cumming was too much for me. I felt my jizz rise into my blow pipe, and within seconds, my dick exploded all over my upper body. You’d think that with an 8-incher, I’d have a sophisticated guidance system for my missiles. But I don’t. I shoot all over the fucking place and this time was no exception. Some of my jizz flew past my head and landed on the pillows behind me. So much for the towel that Drew had laid on the bed earlier, trying to protect his bedding from my soiling! One of my ropes even shot straight up and hit Drew on the chin. As I was shooting furiously, I whimpered with the highest pitched noise that ever came out of my mouth. It was the most incredible orgasm I had ever had, even though I had had hundreds, if not thousands of them before. The orgasm of a man in love, not just a fuck buddy!

‘I love you!’ I told him as I was recovering from my orgasm.

These three words just came out of my mouth, without me even thinking about it, without me even weighing the consequences if Drew didn’t feel the same way. I immediately regretted pronouncing these three words and wished I could take them back. But it was too late for that!

I was scared shit I had just fucked everything up. I had never said those three words to anybody before. Why did I just pronounce them? And why at this moment? With Drew’s cock still in my ass, and the smell of sweat and freshly released spunk filling up our nostrils?

Fuck! What did I just do?

But Drew looked at me, his green eyes staring at my blue eyes, and said ‘I love you too!’

(To be continued…)