Born to Bottom

Grant’s ass was getting so sore. For the past two hours he’d been fucked in ways he never imagined. He’d sucked enough dick to qualify him as a professional cocksucker. At one point finding himself laying face up on a table with his head hanging off the side, his throat stuffed full of cock from a very handsome, well built, older man. His head gripped in the man’s hands as he sawed in and out of Grant’s tight throat.

He had gone through almost a whole bottle of poppers. Each man had gone through his ass at least once. He could feel his sloppy hole leaking cum from all the loads he’d taken.

He looked over through his haze and saw Sean being spit-roasted by two of the football trainers. Sean was on all fours, muscles sweaty and flexing. His big, muscular, boulder-like ass was taking hit after hit of hard slamming from the blonde jock behind him. The stud feeding his mouth was a black guy, tall and hung. Sean was working his cock with fervor, licking, sucking and deep throating like a whore, loud slurping sounds, heavy breathing though his nose as he chocked on the thick cock. His triceps were bulging holding his muscular body in place, pressed his hands into the cushions of the couch. Occasionally, he took a break from his cocksucking to tell the guy fucking him to fuck him harder and deeper. This only made the man quicken his pace. He grabbed what he could of Sean’s short, curly black hair and yanked his head back. Sean grunted and the new position caused him to arch his back, raising his smooth ass into the air giving the fucker better access to his tight experienced ass. It ended with the guy spewing muscle cum into the athlete’s ass and the black guy quickly taking his place.

Grant really got off watching Sean get fucked. It was mostly because Sean was such a tough guy on the outside. A mean son-of-a-bitch who didn’t take shit from anyone. Sean was constantly getting in fights, usually winning. Grant had seen the kid’s athletic prowess on the field and how much he strove for excellence. He watched how the guy built his body into a perfectly proportioned, 5% bodyfat, sleek work of masculine jock art. Knowing all that and watching that same guy getting fucked by a group of men, using his body for their pleasure, in turned gave him pleasure. To see Sean give up his outside appearance and transform himself into a cumdump was something Grant could only respect and strive to accomplish as well. Knowing that Sean now considered Grant a friend, meant this was going to be a very adventurous senior year.

Grant felt himself being pulled up and pushed over the back of a couch. He was so horny and tired that he could barely hold himself up. His head was yanked up by his dark wavy hair. He looked up into the eyes of another man who he didn’t know but who had fucked him an hour ago. He was around 35 years old and shredded. The man was a very ruggedly handsome, athletic type. He looked big enough to play in the NFL but more of a receiver since his body was also so lean. The man brought his lips down to Grant’s mouth and thrust his tongue inside. He made out with Grant like a man obsessed. After a while the man pulled back and looked into Grant’s eyes.

“You fucking beautiful boy. You fucking beautiful muscle boy. I fucking want you all to myself.” He returned to Grant’s mouth and continued the making out.

They were grabbing hold of one another and licking each other’s necks and shoulders when Grant let out a loud grunt. He was being penetrated while making out with his handsome stranger. He let go of the man, his head fell slack, his face turned red, and his veins started popping out on his forehead, his eyes watering and it looked as if Grant would cry. The handsome man kissing him saw the look on Grant’s face and then looked behind him. Standing behind Grant was the same black guy who was fucking Sean only a few minutes ago. His dick felt huge. It felt like it was ripping him apart. Grant started taking deep breathes and blowing out hard. The guy sank into the sloppy muscle ass until he bottomed out. Grant let out a big sigh of relief, but it didn’t last long. He felt large warm hands grab onto his waist and the cock in his ass withdrew and then was shoved back in. Grant’s mouth was open, pearly white teeth clenching as he struggled to take the huge black cock.

The man in front of him watched Grant’s face. He watched the contortions and the flushed red skin on his face as Grant was violently jerked back and forth over the couch.
The man wiped the tears off Grant’s face with his thumbs. He ran his fingers through Grant’s thick hair, combing his hair up and off his sweaty forehead. All Grant could do was stare back, his eyes big and wet and made a high-pitched squeal from behind clenched teeth.

“Good boy. You’re doing just fine.” The man said as he stroked Grant’s square jaw. “You’re one fucking hot amazing boy. You know that? Huh?”

Grant looked at him and just grunted an inaudible response. His head jerking up and down as his body was pushed and pulled. His arms bent, his elbows pointing up while he held himself up on the top of the couch. He started to cry.

“Mphmmmmmmmmm!” Grant yelled. You could tell he wanted to speak but it was difficult. “Te… tell me how hot I am,” he begged the man.

The man laughed a little, still running his fingers through Grant’s hair. “Boy, you are so beautiful, your body is perfect, so muscular, hard and smooth. You’re so handsome, every man in here wants you.”

Grant was grunting and wincing but still enjoying the pounding. He got off on hearing how much that man loved his body and his ass. “You think I’m perfect?” he stammered.

The man kissed him and then told him, “So fucking perfect. I want you. I want you as my own. Would you like that, son?”

Grant felt a shiver at what the man said. Even though he was totally out of it, the thought of another man wanted to take care of him, made him hot as hell. “Fuck, yeah,” Grant said before coughing as his breath was taken away from another lunge from his fucker.

“Shh, shh, stud. Don’t try to talk. Mark will be done soon,” the man said, referring to the black man fucking his ass. “He never lasts very long.”

Sure enough the fucking slowed, and Mark made one last thrust and screamed so loud that everyone in the room stopped to look. He was unloading gallons into this muscle slut ass.

“AGHHHHHH! Take this dick, white pussy boy!”

All a sudden Grant’s body stiffened as he fell down flat onto the back of the couch. He grabbed the handsome man’s shoulders, he squeezed them hard. The man reached up to Grant’s shoulders and did the same. The stared into each other’s eyes and Grant let out a loud high-pitched scream. He had cum all over the back of the couch. He
came without touching himself. He came as he stared at the handsome man. He couldn’t stop. It kept pulsating and squirting form his hard cock. The man kissed him again as Grant began to go slack again. He fell completely forward like he was bent in half. His ass still high in the air and still filled with huge black footballer cock. Mark wiped the sweat from his forehead and slowing pulled his cock from the vise-like grip of the sweet hole in front of him.

Grant’s head flung up as he screamed again, now from the pain of his ass being emptied of cock. He could feel warm cum dripping down the inside of his smooth legs. His head again went slack, and he lay there, draped over the back of the couch, finding it hard to breath in this position. He tried to push himself up, but he was just too tired. He felt two hands on his shoulders, each one hooking under his armpits and pulling him up to a standing position. It was Sean.

“Hey, dude. Are you ok? Can you stand?” Sean asked. He was still holding him up.

Grant looked back at Sean. His eyes were still watery, and his hair plastered against his forehead. He turned around and took Sean in his big arms. The two hugged tightly.

“Grant? Are you ok?” Sean whispered with concern. “You’re gonna be fine, dude. You did fucking great. You took that black cock like a man. You bent over, held on, and took it. You did it without any poppers, bro! Watching you take that huge cock, bearing down and making him get his rocks off inside you was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of stuff.”

Grant pulled back until he could see Sean’s face. “I did take that fucking black cock like a man, didn’t I?” Grant smiled and brought his forehead to Sean’s, and they stayed that way as they felt up each other’s biceps, stroking the hard muscle.

“Yeah, you did. Like a fucking pro.”

“I saw you taking him too.”

“Yeah it hurt like a bitch too, but one hit of extra-strength poppers and I was good to go. You forget, I’ve had experience.”

“I can’t believe I got him off like that.”

“You got him off, dude. He got off using your body. Your fucking hot body.”

“I just knew that I was meant to do that. I was meant to be thrown over a couch, fucked and my body used to get another man off. I made him cum, bro.”

Sean gave him a small kiss. “We both used our bodies tonight to give pleasure to other hot men. We trained our bodies and now we get to use them. You and I, dude. You and I are going to build ourselves into the perfect fuckboys.”

Grant leaned back on the couch, his cock still hard and sticking up. He reached down and slowly stroked his big cock. He looked into Sean’s beautiful eyes. Grant looked seductive and devious.

“Sean? You think I can meet some of your fuckbuds back home?”

Sean grinned. “Dude, of course. I can’t wait to see their faces when they find out YOU of all people are a cum-whore like me.”

Grant grinned and said, “There is one dude I’m really curious about.”

“Who?”

“Donny.”

Sean smiled. “So, Grant the football stud wants some fag cheerleader dick?”

“Hey, after what you told me about him, I think I need to experience that for myself. Besides, he’s got a hot body and he’s cute.”

Sean gave a light slap on the cheek. “Consider yourself fucked.” Sean winked.

They both kissed again, and someone handed them a bottle of water each.

“I don’t think I can take another fuck tonight. I’m out.” Grant said after a drink.

Sean chuckled, “Yeah, I didn’t think so. I think your out too. I could probably do one more, but I think I’ve had enough for one night.”

They looked around to see Davis getting railed on the billiards table. There were other guys spread all around the huge room in all sorts of positions. Grant looked for the marines too, but they were no where to be found. Mason had fucked him again but disappeared with Rob after that.

Grant scanned the room. “Hey, you seen Rob?”

“No, not for a while now. Not since he fucked me against the mirror.” Sean laughed.

One of the other men heard them talking, it was Doug. He came up behind them and put his arms around both of them. “Looking for Rob?”

“Yeah.” Grant answered.

Douglas nodded his head to a door with a red velvet curtain.

“He’s in there.”

“Why?” asked Sean.

“Go on in and check it out.”

They each drank down their waters and made their way to the curtain. Sean pulled it back and we went in. The room has filled with grunting and groaning. There was a red velvet, round bed in the middle of the room. Grant and Sean could see the backside of Rob as he pounded the hell out of the guy under him, holding the guy’s legs up and out. Rob was wearing some sort of hat as well.

Beside him was another man, killer ass, wide broad shoulders, dark hair, wearing another hat like Rob’s. He too was holding two legs up in the air, thrusting fast into the hole below him. The sounds of grunts and moaning grew louder and more staccato as the fuckers sped up the pace.

Sean, Grant, and Doug walked around to the side of the bed to see who was getting the privilege of taking Rob’s superior fucking.

“Holy shit. No fucking way,” Sean said in awe.

Grant’s eyes were big, and his jaw dropped. “Oh, my fucking god, that is so hot.”

There on the bed, on their backs, legs up in the air were the two marines, Mason, and Tyler. Rob was holding up Mason’s big muscular legs and pounding his cock into marine’s upturned ass. The other man holding up Tyler’s legs was Brian. The two marines were side by side, their ripped bodies sweaty and pumped. Side by side, heads turned and making out like animals as they both got used by the two older muscle studs, grunting, and moaning into each other’s mouths, each stroking the other.

Rob nodded at the three guys who just walked in. “Sup?” he said as if he were just sitting and reading a book and not fucking the hell out of a hot marine.

Doug laughed and replied, “Not much buddy. Just taking in the show.”

Rob had a cocky sneer as he picked up the pace. Mason stopped kissing Tyler, raised his head and his “oh face” became prevalent as he let out a loud, “Ahhhhhhh!”, as Rob started fucking like a jackhammer.

“I told you I’d have marine shish-kabob tonight.” Rob said as he ran his hands up and down Mason’s smooth thighs and calves.

“Yes, yes you did, buddy.”

Grant and Sean watched, their arms around each other, stroking their cocks, amazed at seeing the two marines who fucked them both earlier tonight, on their backs and taking cock like two cum-hungry bitches.

Rob turned to Doug and asked, “Want some?”

“Fuck yeah!” Doug said as he reached for Mason’s leg.

“No!” Rob sound loudly, jerking Doug’s hand from Mason’s ankle. “Mine. Do the other one.”

Brian stopped fucking and pulled out of Tyler and sighed, “I need a break anyway.” He laughed at Tyler who was still holding his legs up, ready for the next fucker. “For two guys who said they don’t get fucked, you seem to have adapted well.”

Tyler looked at him, defeated and embarrassed but that still didn’t stop him from holding his legs up. “Mason said we didn’t get fucked. I actually prefer bottom.”

Doug took Brian’s place, grabbed onto the blonde’s ankles and slipped into the devil dog below him.

Brian grabbed a bottle of water and stood next to Grant at the side of the bed, watching the two masculine muscle boys take dick as if it were the most natural thing in the
world.

Grant turned to Rob and asked, “How did you get G.I. Joe here to bottom?”

Rob ignored Grant. It was as if he didn’t even know Grant existed. He was kissing and licking Mason’s smooth muscular calves as he bore holes in Mason’s eyes. Mason was accepting the deep stare; his facial expression was one of surprise and awe. His eyes had been opened.

Sean laughed and patted Grant on the back and said, “I don’t think he can hear you.”

Grant scoffed, “I don’t think he WANTS to hear me.”

Just then Rob dropped Mason’s legs, leaned down, grabbed Mason’s head, and brought it up for a deep, passionate kiss. Mason’s legs automatically wrapped around Rob’s waist and crossed his ankles in the small of Rob’s back. Mason wrapped his arms around Rob’s thick neck and kissed back with savage force.

“Yeah. He likes that one.” Brian snickered, nodding at Mason.

“Apparently,” said Grant, a little bit of jealousy bubbling up in his chest. “He seems like he’s obsessed with him.”

Brain snickered and said, “Yeah, this is a first. Never seen Rob take to a guy like he has with Mason.”

Sean smirked, watching Tyler get fucked. “The dude loves to get fucked!”

“A bunch of other guys have already come in and fucked Tyler, but Rob won’t let anyone touch Mason,” Brian noted.

“Well, seeing those two cocky bitches taking cock is the highlight of my night,” laughed Sean.

Grant and Sean listened as Brian told them how it all went down.

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