First Crush

First Crush

By Clark Wayne

I wasn’t expecting anything spectacular to happen on a spring break Hawaiian vacation with my buddy, Sean and his family. They have a fuck-ton of money and they love to spoil their sons. Lucky for me, Sean’s parents think of me as a son and I appreciate it. They always include me on everything; vacations, holidays, special family events. This spring break was a welcome respite from college mid-terms. I couldn’t wait to hit the beach, soak up the sun, be lazy and, most importantly, get laid.

We got into our hotel room and unpacked. Sean wanted to head straight to the beach but I wanted to hit the gym first. The gym was a mandatory routine for me. I never missed a day. I hit it hard the last month to prepare for this trip. I ate nothing by chicken and broccoli and got cut. I knew I was going to be in a swim suit most of the time and I wanted to look hot.

Sean said he would go ahead and meet me at the beach. He told his older brother, Dan, that we would meet at the beach in an hour so he wanted to get a good spot before it got too crowded.

I hadn’t seen Dan in a few years, not since he left for the military about four years ago. He just returned from his deployment in Afghanistan and his parents sent the jet to fly him out to Hawaii to join us. Before he left, Dan was a looker. He was a tall, lanky but muscular guy. A jock in high school and college and covered in pussy. He was legendary for his pussy conquests. Now at twenty-seven, Dan would soon be leaving the military and moving back home to a cushy, six-figure income working at his dad’s company.

It was going to be good to see him. He was always an idol of mine, my first man-crush Dan always caused a flutter in my stomach when he looked at me. He was smart, athletic, handsome and hilarious. He had swagger and I was always so impressed with him. I felt privileged whenever he wanted to hang out with me at their house. It didn’t happen as often as I’d liked but when it did, I felt like the coolest dude on the Earth. I hung on his every word. He made me question my sexuality and that was when I started messing around with dudes. I gravitated to guys like him and guys like him gravitated towards me. I had fuck buddies in high school and a few now in college but for the most part, I love pussy and I think I always will. I always wanted to be like Dan so, over time, I modeled myself after him. He was alpha all the way so I became an alpha. I played football like he did. I worked out like he did. I dressed like he did. I conquered pussy like he did. He left for college and I looked forward to seeing him on breaks. He left for the military and I was sad because I never saw him anymore. He was an officer and was deployed a lot.

Sean knows I swing both ways on occasion. He’s learned to deal with my sexual trysts with both sexes. One minute I’m hanging with a beautiful girl and the next I’m with a hot baseball player. His parents pay for our off-campus condo. It’s great because we don’t have to keep quiet when we bring hook ups home. It’s not uncommon to hear us both banging away at the same time all night. He’s never told anyone, that I know of. I trust him, we’ve been friends since grade school. He didn’t care about me nailing dudes and wasn’t surprised either. He always said I was too into my looks, too pretty boy to be completely straight. Sean knew I thought Dan was hot and we always joked about it. Sean totally understood how a guy into guys would be attracted to Dan. Dan attracted people like magnets. Sean knew is brother was a charmer and could get into the pants of any girl at any time. Sean had a love/hate relationship with his older brother. Dan was the golden-boy and Sean felt he had to live up to Dan’s reputation and it was hard for him. His parents expected him to be as successful as Dan and constantly compared Sean to his brother. Dan could do no wrong.

The idea of seeing Dan again was great, made me a little horny but I’m sure I won’t see much of him because he’ll be on pussy patrol the whole time. Being in Afghanistan for so long was bound to make a guy bone up at the first sight of a hot girl. Still, I couldn’t wait to kick back and have some beers with my buddy’s big brother; my first crush.

I hit the gym hard and got a nice pump. I knew I looked good but since I’ve been training for this trip, I looked fucking great! I had that total stud look going on; young, handsome, youthful, attached to the body of a real alpha male. Both sexes couldn’t resist a hot, gym rat, frat boy.

I went to the room to get changed for the beach. I liked to show off my hard work and dedication that was my body so my trunks were tighter than they should be. I had a fucking stellar ass and it needed to be shown off. The tight board shorts were just a prelude to what I was wearing under them. Underneath was the real show. I bought a few tight speedos especially for this trip. I admit proudly that I’m a narcissist and an exhibitionist, getting attention for my body was adrenaline for me. The trunks come off when I get to the beach and then my hard work and dedication would be on display in my tight speedo. I also wanted Dan to see that I wasn’t that immature kid he knew before he left for the marines. I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted to impress him. My alpha mentality seemed to waiver when I thought about him.

Last I saw him, I was in shape, a jock but not like I am now. I’ve added twenty-five-pounds of muscle and I’m at six-percent body fat. I have abs for days and I’m proud of my thick, muscular bubble butt. It’s big, round and tight. It looks amazing in a speedo. If I wanted to, I’m sure I could score some tight unsuspecting frat boy ass while I was wearing that speedo or, at the very least, a beautiful, tan, sorority slut to bang. We’ll see how the week goes. Either way, I was going to score something, man or woman, didn’t matter.

I arrived at the beach and found Sean. He was sitting on a towel talking to two random, cute girls in skimpy bikinis. He flirted with them, he had the charming disposition of his big brother. It must be genetic since his father was a charmer as well.

One of the girls tipped down her sunglasses to get a better look at me. “Damn,” I heard her say. “No shit,” her friend said. “He’s fucking hot!” she added. I knew they’d be into me, instantly.

Sean turned around to look. “Oh, him? Don’t mind him. He’s hot but he’s dumb,” he said sarcastically and grinned a pearly white smile. “Girls, this is Evan, my bestest friend in the whole fucking world and a complete asshole.”

“YOU’RE the asshole, asshole,” I said with a punch to his shoulder. I peeled off my board shorts and sat down next to Sean. I flexed my smooth, recently waxed legs, my quads ripped with corded muscle. The girls giggled and introduced themselves. I forgot their names one second after they told me.

“Nice suit,” Sean commented. “They make men’s clothes where you bought that?” he taunted with a laugh.

“They do. They also have a boy’s section for you,” I quipped back.

“I like it. It’s sexy,” one of the girls said.

“See?” I winked at Sean. “The girls think it’s sexy.”

“Whatever,” Sean relented.

I could see the possibility of a group fuck but I knew I could do better. I let Sean have this one. Sean was a hot dude, looks a lot like his brother but, honestly, I’m way hotter. I score way more pussy than he does. We say it’s not a contest but we both know it is. He teases me and says fucking guys doesn’t count in the final tally but it doesn’t matter because subtract ass from pussy and I still win.

The two girls kept flirting back. Then one of the girls became distracted looking over my shoulder. “Whoa, who the hell is that?” she said in awe.

Her friend turned to see what she was talking about and whispered loudly, “Holy hell.”

Sean turned and then I turned. My jaw dropped. The most gorgeous man I had ever seen was walking towards us. Tall, tan, dark wavy hair, handsome as fuck and ripped. His thick muscle was pumped. His traps were corded with muscle. The sleeve tattoo on his right arm was sexy as fuck too. But what got me was the speedo he wore. I couldn’t tell if he was wearing it or if it was wearing him. The closer he got I realized he was wearing my speedo. The exact one I was wearing.

Sean laughed. “Oh him? He’s nobody. Some jarhead, probably lost. He looks dumb too,” he said with a nod to me.

“You know him? Can you introduce me?” fawned one of the girls.

I just continued to stare and I swear I drooled.

“Unfortunately, he’s my big brother,” he said with an eye roll. “I’m sure he will take it upon himself to make his presence known. He’s an asshole too.”

What?! That was Dan? Holy fucking shit! That fucking crazy hot dude was “Dan the Man”, as I used to call him. Christ, he had put on some size. Some beautiful thick, hard size. And he was packing. The speedo could barely hold that cock. It was thick and massive. It was almost obscene. My heart skipped a beat and my mouth went dry. I became nervous and for the first time in a long time, this alpha male was speechless and, also, my asshole twitched. A feeling that I also hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Stop slobbering, pretty boy,” Sean whispered to me when he saw my jaw drop at the sight of his muscled-up bro. “Your crush has arrived.”

I quickly stood too eagerly.

“Hey, Danny Boy!” Sean yelled with a note of irritability. “Did you get me some Chapstick, shithead?” he asked with the taunt only a brother can give another brother.

Dan tossed the stick to Sean and approached us with a swagger that only a god could pull off. I was scared I was going to pop a boner. He was a massive presence. His six-foot-four frame commanded the area, every one turning to watch him walk. His strut was deserved. He was beautiful; tan, smooth, hard, ripped and built. Cut up quads flowed out from the bottom of the speedo, cobblestone abs from the top.

“Dan the Man!” I exclaimed as I reached out to hug the mountain of muscle.

Dan looked at me like he knew I was familiar to him but he couldn’t quite place me.

“It’s me,” I said awkwardly.

“Evan?” he said nonchalantly which was strange because we hadn’t seen each other for so long.

“Yeah!” I exclaimed more excited for me.

He calmly reached out, took my hand and pulled me in hard and bear hugged me. I felt his back muscles flex and the smell of after shave and tanning oil filled my nose.

He pushed me back and scanned me. “You’re looking well,” he said with a casual tone, but his eyes were looking at me like a side of beef. He was a lot more subdued than I remember.

“Me? Damn, dude. The Marines have been good to you!” I gushed. “Are they putting HGH in the MREs or something?” I teased.

He smirked then looked down at my speedo. “I see we have the same taste in swimwear.”

Sean eye rolled again. “What? Did you fucking call each other to coordinate your panties?” Sean asked sarcastically.

“He knows we look good,” Dan said with a nod to his brother as he pats me on the shoulder. “He can’t pull these off.”

I’d like to pull those off of you.

“God! Can we stop with the love fest or do you two just want to get a room? I know Evan would enjoy that,” Sean quipped with a wink.

I was horrified. I can’t believe he just outed me to his fucking brother. I gave him a look of death but he just shrugged, smiled and turned back to try and flirt with the girls who was still distracted by not one but two muscular hunks. Sean can be a vindictive shit sometimes. When it came to his brother, it was all the time.

“Don’t mind him. He’s just jealous,” Dan said.

“Trust me, I know how he gets,” I said as I flipped off Sean.

Dan sat down beside me and we caught up. He told me all about his deployments and I told him about school. I tried not to stare. I tried not to notice his smooth, freshly shaven body. Those beautiful legs, smooth, slick with oil. Those rock-hard abs, tiny waist. I tried very hard. I tried not to show him how much I wanted him.

I’m ninety-nine percent top when I’m boning with a dude. It takes a certain kind of guy to make me want to throw my legs in the air like a two-dollar whore. Dan was one of those guys. The second I saw him, before I even knew it was him walking towards me, all I pictured was me on my back, ankles on his shoulders and seeing his muscles strain as he fucked the hell out of me until he came in my ass. I wanted all that thick muscle cum in my gut. The best feeling is knowing a big, jacked dude has just deposited his load in my muscled up, tight hole. It made me feel honored and fucking motivated to use that alpha cum, mixed with my DNA, add its power to my own making me more alpha and more irresistible. I was proud to bottom for a dude like that.

As we talked, it was just like it was before he left all those years ago. We reminisced about the days when I used to follow him around like a stray puppy dog. I could tell there was a slight difference in him, though. He was stiff, more reserved than I remember. Sometimes he showed aggression in his voice when he talked about the marines. His muscles tensed too. He looked like he was distracted at times. I guess people change over time. Maybe it was the stress of war.

“We don’t have to talk about the military if you don’t want to, man,” I told him.

“Nah, it’s fine. Sometimes I get a little anxious. Probably PTSD but I took out my aggression in the gym earlier in the hotel.”

“Right? Fucking state of the art,” I said, excitement in my voice.

"Yeah, so different from a tent in the desert with mismatched free weights and shitty equipment,” he said as he shook his head.

“Well, looks like you used the shit out of what you had,” I said trying not to sound like I was flirting with him.

“It was the only thing to do. I put all my aggressions into my work outs,” he said with a shrug. A little frustration or something in his tone.

“Right on. You wear it well,” I said sincerely.

“Thanks,” he replied, shyly, as if he didn’t like to be complimented. “You’ve changed. You’re older, more mature and is shows. Your body is fucking insane,” he said without any kind of emotion but his eyes told me he was impressed.

“Thanks. I appreciate that. Just hard work, OCD and Adderall,” I joked. “Also, lifting is a stress reliever from school and shit,” I blushed but was trying to sound all manly and stuff.

“You seem very confident, in charge and in control,” he stated. “You like being in control, don’t you? You think you are?”

I furrowed my brow thinking that was a strange comment to make. I looked down at his crotch packed into a tight piece of spandex. His demeanor was like a drill sergeant. He was quiet, mellow but a little tightly wound.

He stared into my eyes, no words said. It was like he was trying to read my thoughts. He gave me a slight impression of a smile saying he indeed, read my thoughts. And my thoughts were saying, ‘fuck me, you beautiful bastard.’

He winked and patted me on the back. Then he stopped smiling again, his face turning dark. He looked around the area and then back at me.

“Let’s walk,” he said calmly and in a way that was telling me, not asking me. He stood up and reached out for my hand. I took it and he hauled me up like I weighed nothing. He put his hand on the back of my neck and gently steered me in the direction he wanted us to go.

“Be back later,” he called to Sean.

“Whatever,” Sean responded without even looking up. “Make good choices,” he yelled with snark.

He dropped his hand from my neck. We walked in silence down to the water’s edge and started to make our way up the beach.

He broke the silence, “It’s really good to see you, Evan.”

“You too,” I said, trembling. My mouth was drying up.

“Thank you, Evan,” he said formally. He turned his head and scanned my body with his eyes as we walked. “You look amazing. I approve.”

Now, I was really beginning to shake. My heart was in my stomach. Is this happening?

“Glad you approve,” I said sarcastically assuming it was a joke. “So, where are you taking me, Dan the Man,” I asked playfully.

He cleared his throat and bluntly said, “Back to my room and fuck you into the floor.”

I stopped in mid-step and almost swallowed my tongue. I was speechless. I wasn’t sure what I just heard. I thought it might be a joke. Did Sean put him up to this?

“Huh?” I asked bewildered and shocked. Holy shit, maybe he really does know how I felt about him. I nervously asked, “Did Sean tell you I was bi? Are you fucking with me?” All the words came out so fast like one long sentence. I must have sounded guilty as fuck.

Dan shrugged, his massive traps raising his shoulders. “He did tell me, but I already knew and the only thing I want to fuck with is your ass.”

I blinked and concluded that he was serious and had all intensions to follow through. I didn’t want to seem like the limpy gazelle about to get attacked by a fucking lion, so I took an alpha stance; chest out, feet planted firmly apart, my massive arms folded over my chest and a cocky sneer on my handsome face.

His look was so serious, aggressive as his square jaw flexed. He sneered; a silent laugh at my display of dominance that in his eyes was a joke. His hands balled up into fists and he stood in the same Alpha stance challenging me to say no. His gaze was laser focused on mine and he crossed his thick, tan arms over his chest in a clear show of superiority. I suddenly knew in my heart of hearts that this was happening whether I wanted it to or not. My ass tingled, my brow sweated, my knees trembled. My dream was coming true. I was going to get my ass worked over by this beautiful, masculine, muscular marine and I wanted it bad. My dick was getting stiff in my tight suit.

I swallowed hard and I looked at him. His rugged, handsome face staring back; dark blue eyes, roman nose, chiseled jaw, thick dark eyebrows, full lips. My eyes asking for forgiveness because I was afraid, he was going to think I was such a pussy for what I was about to say. My alpha demeaner began to slowly crumble.

“Look,” my voice cracked like I just hit puberty. “I don’t…usually bottom, like, hardly at all,” I said with a worried tone in the hope he was getting my hint that I’ll bottom but I’m not that experienced.

“Neither do I. Ever,” he stated with an emphasis on the word “ever”.

“Ever. Got it,” I repeated with confirmation that I heard him loud and clear. “Ok. That’s a shame because your ass is prime,” I smiled with a sexy bite of my bottom lip.

He didn’t smile back. “No,” was all he said with a few slow shakes of his head. And he meant it by the look on his face.

Crap, did I offend him? “I was just playing around, dude,” I said backing off.

“I’m not,” he said matter-of-factly.

I laughed nervously but then wiped the smile off my face. Dan was freaking me out a little bit. He went from charming to dominate in zero to sixty seconds. This guy was totally melting my defenses. It was awkward since I’m usually the one to lay down the law when it came time to bone a dude. But like I said before, sometimes a guy like Dan comes along; big, tall, muscular, ALPHA AS FUCK, that makes me want to submit like a bitch.

I took a deep breath and sighed. I wasn’t expecting to get fucked today. At least, not by him. If I was getting fucked, I like it a certain way. I need to make sure I knew I was being fucked by a real man. I wanted him to know he was fucking a real man. I was going to satisfy him any way I could.

I looked around to make sure no one was in ear-shot. I looked at him with all seriousness, I wanted him to be sure he could rail on me as hard as he wanted.

“When I bottom, I like it hard and I like it deep,” I said with a deeper than normal voice. My posture becoming confident and secure.

“Done,” he replied quickly and blunt.

“And rough,” I challenged him.

“Done.” His face telling me there was no other way to get fucked.

“And verbal.”

“Fucking done…bitch.”

I almost fell over and shot in my speedo.

“Let’s breed,” I stated as I took off in a fast walk towards our hotel.

We couldn’t get to his room fast enough. Once we entered the room and shut the door, we were all over each other. Our tongues wrestled for control. Our hands slid over slick tan muscles. His hands found my ass, cupped my muscled cheeks and squeezed hard. It was almost painful but I didn’t care. It was just a sign of what was to come.

I reached down inside and found a crumb of alpha, asserted myself and threw him against the wall and attacked his neck with my mouth. His hands, again, found my ass. He gripped my ass and lifted me off the floor, growled and pushed me away and slammed me down on the bed. I lost my breath at the burst of aggression. He tore my speedo from my body, took his off and he jumped on top of me. He was so strong and wild. He was feasting on me like a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

He stroked my aching hard cock. He spits on it as he stroked. His grip was tight and I didn’t know if I could hold off. I didn’t want to cum. He reached up and put two fingers in my mouth as he leaned forward, opened his jaw and engulfed my cock. I sucked on his thick calloused fingers. My ass came off the bed from the intense pleasure of his warm mouth sucking my cock while I sucked on his fingers. He stuck a third finger in my mouth and this time, hooked my bottom row of teeth and pulled my jaw down and open. So fucking dominating. I licked his fingers as I moaned and groaned with pleasure.

Holy shit! Dan was a fucking pro cocksucker. Seeing this man alpha male that I thought was straight, sucking cock was the hottest thing I’ve even seen. The best blowjob I’ve ever gotten. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and ran his hand through my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling it, yanking my head to the side. His reach was long as he held my head back while sucking hard on my cock. He was in full control. He looked at me like I was nothing but a piece of meat. And I loved it.

His head bobbed up and down on my cock before deep throating all the way down and holding it there. I was going to cum. I felt his throat constricting around my dick. I couldn’t hold back. My back arched and I howled as I blew a load into his warm mouth. He sucked it as I shot. When I was done convulsing, he quickly sat up, lurched to me and put his mouth on mine. My cum oozed from his kiss into my mouth. It was a fucking turn on like no other. We kissed more, tasting my cum in our mouths.

He pulled back, looked into my eyes and just said, “Taste yourself.” And then was back on my mouth again.

His hard body was gyrating on me, his cock pressed into my thigh like a rock. Suddenly, he climbed up my body, straddling my chest, pulled my hair back and put his thick cock at my lips and looked down at me as I looked up in awe.

“Don’t take this personally,” he warned. I was confused. “I’ve waited long enough. I have to do this.”

“Don’t take what personally?” I asked.

Then he rammed his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I tried to take it all. I opened my throat and breathed through my nose as he gripped my head holding it in place as he pushed his cock into my mouth. I started to gag as my eyes teared up. I panicked and tried to push him away, but he just pulled my hair harder. I looked up at him with my eyes, asking for mercy and he looked down at me with a fire in his eyes. I started to smack at his chest. He pulled my head free of his cock. I took a deep breath, coughing, my eyes watery and I was confused and scared.

“Dan…,” I was about to complain but when he saw I was breathing again, he jammed his cock back in my mouth.

“Suck my fucking cock, you fucking faggot,” he snarled. He didn’t yell. He commanded.

My eyes became large and for the first time I felt conflicted; aroused yet afraid. No one had ever called me a faggot before. I’d used the term but only in the company of hyper-masculine men who didn’t know my sexual preferences. Dan’s voice was rough, gravelly. He was raping my throat and taking pleasure while his face had an expression of disgust. I was fucking scared now. Was Dan trying to hurt me? Was this role play? He pushed his abdomen against my forehead, his cock lodged in my throat, cutting off oxygen. I haven’t sucked a ton of cock, but I knew it wasn’t supposed to be this rough. I don’t know how this could be pleasurable for his cock, only it must be more of the power he feels doing it to a guy like me. He continued to fuck down my throat. I started to gag again, and I began to protest with more vigor. That’s when he smacked my on the side of my head which startled me. I know I must have flinched which to him would have been the reaction he wanted.

“Come on. Suck my fucking cock, you fucking cock sucking faggot,” he snarled at me with a look of determination.

There he goes again calling me a faggot. I knew I wasn’t one of those guys who would be considered a stereotypical gay guy who is known for sucking cock. “You’re a fucking cum-sucking faggot. You want my cock. You want me to cum in your gut. Don’t you? You piece of shit faggot.”

Shit! What in the hell was wrong with him? Calling me a faggot? I used all the strength I had and pushed him away, his cock dislodging from my mouth. I swallowed hard and struggled to catch my breath.

“What the fuck, Dan?!” I yelled as I wiped spit away from my mouth.

“I said to not take it personally,” he spat, panting as he stroked his cock. “Why do you have to take this personally? FUCK!” he yelled out in anger like in a rant. “GOD!” His chest heaving with pent up frustration.

“Jesus fuck! I don’t even like to suck dick,” I said fighting mad. “You trying to fucking kill me?”

He stopped stroking and leaned forward slightly. His eyes were blank, his mouth in a snarl.

“If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead,” he replied frighteningly, his face flush, his eyes now on fire.

I know my eyes must have looked like they were about to shoot out of my sockets. He looked at me as if I were the enemy. It was if he was having a PTSD flashback.

“WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?” I yelled at him in disbelief. I scooted up against the headboard. What had I gotten myself into? He was fucking psycho!

He looked at me as if I was lying and he was calling me out.

“You’ve been begging for this since you were fifteen years old,” he ranted.

I looked at him confused again.

“Begging to get suffocated by a cock? I don’t think so,” I spat back.

“I should have done this a long time ago,” he said with watery eyes.

I’ve never seen him so aggressive, so violent. He saw the uneasiness in my eyes. It must have looked odd; a big, built guy like me, looking afraid, scared. He was aroused by my display of my concern for my wellbeing.

His eyes calmed and his facial expression relaxed.

“Fuck!” he swore. Then the switch flipped again like he was coming out of a trance and suddenly realizing where he was. “Evan, fuck, I’m sorry, Evan. I fucking can’t control myself sometimes,” he said with pleading eyes. I suddenly wasn’t so scared because he seemed remorseful. Seeing him sitting there, his breathing was hard, and every breath his muscles flexed, his abs tight.

My back was still pressed against the headboard. “Just fucking calm down, Dan. Jesus fuck, you can’t do shit like that.” I said perturbed. “I can’t tell if you were being serious or roleplaying. If you are, you deserve a fucking Oscar.”

“Fuck. I know, I know. I wasn’t roleplaying,” he said as he crawled forward to me. He tried to kiss me, but I pulled my head away hesitantly. He looked at me for a few seconds and then irritated that I pulled away, he huffed, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. I kissed him back but only lightly at first. But his kiss became more passionate, slower and deeper. I gave in and kissed him back with more passion. The smell of him; musky and sweaty. The power I felt in his strength was intoxicating; the feeling I love most when attracted to a man.

He released the kiss and sat bac

“So, what is going on?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I can’t hold back my aggression and I need to fuck something,” he replied frustrated.

“Something? Don’t you mean someone?” I asked.

“Yeah. No! Well, yeah. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. It’s what you do to me, Evan.”

“I make you want to grudge-fuck my throat?” I asked sarcastically.

He looked at me like I may have hit the bullseye. He didn’t have to say yes.

“You liked it though?” he said. It wasn’t a question. To him it was a matter of fact.

“No! You scared the shit out of me,” I replied. I swear I saw him shiver. I continued, “I like it aggressive even dominating but at times, I thought you were going to kill me or something,” I said, half serious.

“But you liked it,” he said, again. I looked at him confused. Is this some weird fetish? Did the marines fuck him up or something?

I was silent for a few seconds wondering if I subliminally did like it. My silence was telling.

“I mean, I admit I’ve wanted to do this with you for a fucking long time. You’re my fucking wet dream come true. I can’t even believe it’s happening. I like aggressiveness and shit but I…,” I paused because I still wasn’t sure if I DIDN’T like it because my dick is still hard. The sight him naked and flexed would forever make me hard. “I was just taken by surprise. I guess.”

"But you can take it.” he asked but more of a statement. “You’re built for it. That’s why I did it. I know you’re man enough to take what I can dish out. I knew it the moment I saw you, that body, that you could take a pounding only I can give. You said you liked it rough. I need that from you; to take it rough.”

I was now harder than I was before and heart skipped a beat. Dan was asking something of me that he thought only I could give him. It made me wonder how many other guys like me didn’t make the cut. Didn’t pass the test. Couldn’t satisfy his primal animal urges.

I wanted to explain to him the way things usually go with me. “Dude, I’M used to being the one in charge with a guy, the one to jam my cock down a dude’s throat. Not the other way around.”

He studied my face. He looked like he was contemplating my answer and not quite understanding my viewpoint. His jaw flexed but he didn’t smile. He was looking at me lustfully.

“All I want to do is fuck you into the wall,” he stated seductively as if was ignoring my words.

I looked up at him, tight lipped, not sure what to say. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to dominate me. But I feared his intensity. And that’s not like me. I was the intense one. I was the intimidating one. I wanted other guys to feel inferior when I was around.

I decided to try and explain again what I wanted out of this encounter. “Look, dude, you can fuck me. Hell, I’ve always wanted you to fuck me,” I said while he reached over to the table for lube. “I told you I’m not normally a bottom.” He slicked up his cock, intensely staring at me. “Hey,” I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “Are you listening to me?” I asked because he looked like he wasn’t. “I’m all about you fucking me but just take it fucking easy.” I knew I had to lay down the law. “I’m not your fucking grudge fuck,” I said sternly. “Find some other hole to take your shit out on,” I said but he wasn’t listening. He was in a trance. A hungry trance.

He crawled between my legs. I could feel his sticky hands on my ankles as he lifted and spread my legs wide and surprisingly, I didn’t resist. I looked up between my legs at the beautiful ripped god holding my legs up, his biceps flexed, his abs tensed, his thick neck pumped. He looked at me with such hunger. I don’t think I have ever gotten fucked on my back. The few times I got fucked was usually doggie or I sat on it. I just though missionary was to personal and I was only into getting pumped and dumped. He wanted to take me missionary and I let him without a second thought. I watched my smooth tan legs open, quads flexed, stretched out wide. It was an odd sight. I know I’ve fucked women this way but have never imagined I would be in this position, opening my legs like a whore, letting another man take my hole and mark me.

He inched in closer, his cock at my hole and I felt pressure. I took in quick deep breaths in anticipation of the breech. He folded my legs in and rested my ankles on his shoulders. He pressed forward, pressing my knees closer to my chest and he pushed his cock inside. It hurt like fucking hell. I winced and hissed. I didn’t want to show weakness, but he was so thick. He stopped and held it, letting me get used to it. I gritted my teeth and hissed more as he pushed more in. I kept picturing the scene in my head. A lean bodybuilder on his back folded in half with another massive man of muscle pressing down on the bottom’s legs, his cock burrowing down into the globes of smooth muscle ass. The look of two athletic muscular men in their prime, one taking the other, a scene of dominance and submission.

“I wanted to do this to you when you were in high school,” he whispered, sinking his cock in slowly.

I opened my eyes and found his. “Why didn’t you?” I asked after a grunt.

“You were my brother’s best friend. But you don’t know how many times I had to stop myself from throwing you down on the floor and taking your ass.”

He pushed in more. “I’m not sure what to say to that,” I said through gritted teeth.

“I wanted to fuck you so bad, so hard. I wanted to own you. I wanted you to know you were nothing without me. I wanted to bury my dick inside your hole.” His voice was quiet, a whisper. His breathing became deep.

“I would have let you,” I said through clenched teeth.

He flinched a bit. “LET me? Trust me, you wouldn’t have had a choice in it. Thank my fucking shithead brother. He’s the only reason why I didn’t. I would have raped you if he weren’t in the picture.”

“Jesus, Dan,” I said in shock. But then he grunted hard. “OW!” I yelled out as he pushed in hard.

We were silent for a minute while I got used to the girth. He was breathing hard through his nose. He was watching my facial expressions. It was as if he was taking joy in my discomfort. He thrust forward, just a short one that made me call out again in pain. He got pleasure from that.

He gyrated his hips, corkscrewing my hole, loosening it. “You were so fucking hot, Evan. Muscled up little fucker walking around MY house. So fucking obvious you wanted my cock. You teasing me with that ass. Those legs. You wanted my cock. Didn’t you?”

“Dan. I was a kid. Hell, so were you. I didn’t know what I wanted,” I said as I was wincing at the size of his cock invading my chute.

And why were we having this conversation right now, with his cock stuck in my ass? He was showing the power he held over me. I wanted me to know what he was thinking, almost like it was my fault he felt these urges.

“You’re lying. You DID know what you wanted, and you fucking teased me. You were a fucking cock tease. You fucked with my head,” he stated.

Huh? 

“How did I fuck with your head?” I asked.

“I wasn’t gay, Evan, but you made me want to fuck you. You made me jerk off thinking about you. You made me think of you while I was fucking girls,” he said sounding vengeful. “You were always watching me, making me feel insecure. You confused me because I watched you too. I used to watch you and Sean and I hated him for being so close to you.”

I felt him inside me as he tried to push in farther but there was no more room. “Dan, you’re in, man. You’re in. Fuck…,” I moaned as I felt his entire length in my ass and reveled in it.

“Don’t take this personally,” he said to me again as he pulled out, began to push in but paused. “Know what? Maybe you should,” he said, and he took a breath and held it.

“Wait, what…,” but before I could finish he was already fucking me hard. He pulled out and slammed in taking my breath away.

“DAN!” I called out.

“You’re so fucking TIGHT!” he growled, ignoring me as he pummeled my ass.

“DAN! FUCK!” I called out again but he didn’t respond as he wrapped his hands around the back of my neck and pulled up. I was bent up like a fucking pretzel. The fact that he could do to this to me kept me hard. The look in his face; eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, mouth agape.

“Tighter than I thought you’d be,” he said with his eyes closed. “Fucking. Tight. Pussy.”

His fucking was hard and deliberate. My face was red and sweaty as he slammed up and down into my waiting hole. I started to tear up. I was in pain but at the same time I was excited to not be in control. I kept seeing myself, this thick, dense muscled alpha being forced to the will of another man, a better man. I was weak compared to Dan. He showed no sign of remorse or empathy in that moment. No, he was taking what was his.

“This.” He slammed in. “Is.” Another slam. “What.” His clenched jaw flexed as he slammed in again. “You… GET!”

“Dan,” I choked. “Dan. Dude, stop. Slow down,” I said between hard swallows.

“It’s ok, Evan. I know you want this,” he assured me, confident in his actions. He raised up on his toes, his body parallel to the mattress, gaining new height and leverage.

"God damn it, Dan. Fucking don’t!” I pleaded. I said no but a part of me wanted to see where he would take this. The immense strength he was providing to this act of dominance was making me want him more.

“Shut up. You want this. I’m fucking giving you what you want. You want me. I fucking want your hole,” he ranted. “It’s fucking mine!”

His fuck was powerful. I tried to push up on his shoulders, but he was just too strong. What the fuck good was having this body if I couldn’t use its strength to protect myself. I just grunted with each thrust. I hoped hotel security didn’t show up from noise complaints. He suddenly stopped and started again, slowly. My mouth was open, my eyes clenched shut and the sound coming from my throat was a strangled gargle.

“Christ. I thought you could take this,” he complained which made me feel ashamed. He reached over to his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of poppers. He opened the bottle, brought under my nose, put his finger on one of my nostrils. “Breath,” he commanded. I took a hit. He did the same to my other nostril. “Again,” he commanded. The rush of adrenaline went from my heart to my head. The light headedness took away the pain, psychologically, anyway. My body relaxed and he began to push in slowly and pulling out just as easy. Any pain had subsided and now he was hitting my button and making electricity shoot up my spine. My moans gave me away.

“Oh, yeah, Dan,” I moaned. “That’s good. Right there.”

“There’s my little cum-fuck,” he said, happy to see me react the way he wanted. “Fuck yeah, Evan. You like this?”

“Yeah, Dan. Yeah,” I writhed.

“You want me to fuck you all the time?” he asked in a hushed volume, sexy, seductive.

“Uh huh,” I mumbled as he kept grazing my prostate.

“You want this marine cock in your faggot, cum-slicked hole?” he whispered.

I opened my eyes. I still didn’t know if I liked him calling me a faggot but then he was also calling me, what could be considered, worse names. And I liked it. It made me feel submissive to his huge, masculine man. It was just the way I liked to feel when I let a dude take me.

He kissed me and then leaned back, took my legs off his shoulders and then spread them wide like a wishbone.

“You want my marine cock in your fucking, sloppy, wet, faggot hole?” he repeated with more aggression.

I looked up at him as he waited my answer. Did I want him to fuck me all the time? I don’t know. I didn’t really see myself going gay let alone taking cock up my ass every time I hooked up with him. I love pussy. Dan seemed like he wanted a whore and not a fuck buddy.

He began to long dick me. He went faster every few seconds until his body was slapping against mine.

“Answer me, fucking, cocky cum-dump,” he demanded. “You want me to pay for it? Pay you like a whore to fuck you? I bet you do. I know you’re a slut. I know you use your body to pleasure other men. I hate you for that. You’re mine!”

Fuck. I have never whored myself out. I thought this was going to be a one-time thing. He wants me to bottom for him when we get back home? But oh, my god he was so fucking hot and he could fuck like no one else. But is he straight? Bi? Gay? What the fuck? But it’s Dan. It’s Dan; the one. I’ve wanted him for so long and I wanted him this way. I wanted him to fuck me like he needed to. I wanted to ease his pain. But then I thought of Sean and how awkward it would be. I didn’t want him to get mad for fucking his brother, but something told me inside that he knew.

“But Sean...,” I started to say.

“Fuck Sean! What the fuck does this have to do with him?” He lay his weight into me, his cock wedged inside me making me lose my breath and he stopped. He took my face in both hands and spit on my face. I flinched. “Open your cock-sucking mouth,” he barked. I didn’t open it. “OPEN. YOUR COCK SUCKING. MOUTH!” I slowly opened my mouth and he spit into it. “SWALLOW!” I swallowed. My eyes were wide, mesmerized. I couldn’t believe what he was making me do and feel. “My little brother has had you to himself for long enough. It’s my turn,” he seethed. I had no idea he was this jealous of his brother.

He continued to fuck me. His thrusts were even and a constant, steady pace. He switched between holding my legs out and putting them on his shoulders while he kissed me.

He kept looking at me with intense attention. He continued to watch my facial expressions and tuned his fucking to what he wanted my face to do next.

I was in fucking heaven. He felt so fucking good inside me. His body flexed as he kept up his steady pumping. His thick hair was sweaty, plastered to his forehead. His teeth gleaming white as he clenched them.

“Dan,” I said breathlessly.

“I know,” he answered. “You want my cum,” he said, reading my mind. He gave me another hit of poppers, his intent clear that the wanted me at a high when I came. He took a double hit as well.

“Dan. Fuck. Breed me,” I hissed. “Fucking shoot inside me.”

His body went stiff, his head trembled as he looked down at me. He howled a loud barbaric noise as he jammed inside me one last time and released gobs of hot cum into my warm, wet hole. He continued to tremble and stiffen until he was done. I came without touching myself. Watching him cum inside me was enough for me.

He relaxed down onto me. I wrapped my legs around the small of his back and pulled his ass in, keeping him inside me. We both panted.

It was time for me to find out what his intentions were and why he was such a psycho in bed.

“Ok, first off, don’t call me a faggot,” I said sternly. “Secondly, what the fuck?”

Dan was quiet for a while. I waited patiently.

He took a deep breath. “Um, yeah. About all that,” he finally said, sounding almost remorseful.

“Yeah? About all that? ‘Your little brother has had me to himself long enough?’” I mimicked and questioned.

“Fuck,” he sounded frustrated and still remorseful. “It’s all fucked up, ok? It’s fucked up,” he said, his breath warm on my chest.

“Dude, I don’t know what is going on with you but you have some anger issues with Sean and…me. I guess. What the fuck did I ever do to you?”

“Evan, I’ve wanted you since you were in high school and I was in college. I was so jealous of Sean because he was with you 24/7. Fucking cock-blocking asshole.”

“Cock-block? You were sticking your dick into any pussy you wanted. You gave off no vibe you were interested in me. How was I supposed to know you were gay for me?” I defended myself fervently.

“I know. I was overcompensating. I was fucking mad. I hated myself for not taking advantage of the chance to get with you. After college, the marines gave me opportunities to explore that side of my sexuality. There was an ample amount of guys to fuck around with. The gay ones, the closeted ones, they fucking threw themselves at me. I did what I had to do and I’ve learned a lot since college. I know what I like and I know the control I have over men. I think I might be gay or whatever the fuck. I fucked a lot of ass. I mean, a lot of ass.”

“Ok, ok, I get it. You like ass now,” I said sarcastically with an eye roll.

“You had me so fucking sexually frustrated back then. My feelings for you confused the shit out of me. I didn’t know what I wanted. I just kept fucking women but in the back of my mind, I wanted to fuck you.”

“You said you would have raped me? That’s what you said a few minutes ago,” I reminded him with a sort of sarcastic tone, kind of giving him a chance to walk back that comment.

“I know what I said,” he shrugged. “I wanted to have you and I was willing to force it. I was a spoiled rich kid who was used to getting anything I wanted. I thought why shouldn’t I have you too? Whether you wanted it or not. I knew even if I took you by force, you would learn to love it. I would have found a way but I wouldn’t have hurt you. I knew you wanted me. I don’t think it would have been that difficult to get you face down, ass up.”

I shook my head, slightly amused at what I was hearing. Apparently, I did have some control over this hulk. The control over his yearning for me. I had him under my thumb for so many years and didn’t even know it. And now, I still had a semblance of control in that he wanted me so bad, I could, at least, make him worship me even as he dominated me.

“You’ve got power issues, bro,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s hot but you’ve got to control it. I think you can dominate without ripping my ass apart like it’s wet newspaper,” I chuckled.

“I like having power over you. The kind of shit I’ve been doing the last four years would blow your mind. I’ve fucked my way all over the military. I’ve fucked so much ass. I don’t know if it’s PTSD but fucking for me, it’s a power thing. It’s a violent aggression that needs to come out. It soothes me and relaxes me knowing I’ve just loaded up a guy like you with a gallon of my cum. Unloading inside you today, this is a relief I’ve never felt with any other guy I’ve fucked. It’s because it’s you. You’re MY Evan.”

My heart melted. I hesitated before I asked the next question.

“You’ve been grudge fucking guys for the last four years?”

“Yes,” he answered without thinking about it.

“Did they like it?”

“Yeah. Most thought it was hot. The big ones, the ones that could handle a hard fuck, they loved it. The married ones, especially. The smaller guys, not so much at first. I showed them how to love it, though.”

“Dan, I wish I knew what to say, dude. I was into you. Still am. I jerked so many loads thinking about you.” I stroked his smooth-shaven jaw. “You make me want to give up pussy,” I said sincerely.

“Meh, I don’t even fuck pussy anymore. Like I said, I guess I’m a fag now? I don’t know. All I know is I’ve wanted to do that to you for a long fucking time.”

“Ok. Again, stop saying ‘fag’,” I chastised again. “And stop beating yourself up. You’ve had me now.”

“Yeah, but I want you permanently,” he announced while drumming his fingers on my chest.

I flinched inside. He wanted me permanently. That caught me way off guard.

“But Sean…” Fuck, I knew I shouldn’t have said it right after I said it.

“Jesus, Evan! Fuck that entitled, egotistical, fucked up pussy!” Dan said loudly.

“Dan. He’s my fucking best friend. There are consequences to our actions.”

“He’s not the one who’s going to be fucking you, EVAN.” Dan had already made up his mind for us both in regard to my future.

“Well, ok then. Sounds like you have decided everything for me.”

“Unless you want him to?” Dan scowled, suspicious, referring to Sean. “You do, don’t you? You want him to fuck you?” Dan accused.

“What? NO,” I denied. In all honesty, I had thought about getting with Sean many times. He had an ass that almost rivaled my own and I wanted to bone him on more than one occasion, but I never wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to fuck him, so technically, I wasn’t lying. “I don’t want your brother to fuck me. He’s like a real brother to me,” I said.

He calmed. He put his forehead on my own. “Sorry. Sorry. He just pisses me off. He didn’t share you with me and it makes me hate him.”

“Dan. You could have taken it upon your fucking self to tell me what you wanted. You were five years older and knew what you wanted. Don’t take it out on Sean because you think he stopped you from fucking me. Jesus.”

“Ok! Ok,” he conceded. “I’m fucking obsessed with you. I’m fucking obsessed. I would have fucking taken you with me if I could have. I hated being away from you.”

“I don’t know how you kept this from anyone. Something to intense inside you and you never even let it show. Besides, I’m not the marrying kind, big man. I like to fuck around too much,” I laughed even though I could tell he was serious. “Could you imagine what I would do with a post full of marines that looked like you?” I chuckled.

“I’m serious,” he declared.

Great. I have a psycho, love-sick marine with anger issues obsessed with me and I fucking love it.

He kissed me again. His kiss was forceful but passionate. Then I felt something pushing on my sore asshole. He kissed me harder as I felt his finger penetrate me. I let out a muffled groan as he slid his thick, long middle finger up inside me. I broke the kiss.

“Dan? What are you doing?” I asked before I had to catch my breath, he had just pressed on my prostate.

He licked my jaw, kissed my neck. His finger slid in and out, each time pressing my prostate. “Fingering your pussy, babe.”

“Hey, marine. Let’s just take a minute,” I said. I needed to recover from the brutal fuck he just planted in me.

He ignored me as he added another finger. I reached down and grabbed his hand to which he grabbed my wrist with his free hand, squeezed hard and then jerked it away with a growl.

“Ow,” I reacted to the quick jab of pain.

“No,” he said sternly. He continued to finger bang my ass.

“Dude. Come on. I need to rest. You fucking destroyed my hole,” I pleaded quietly.

“And I’ll destroy it again,” he stated. His voice was gravelly, deep, authoritative. “Over and over.”

He hooked his fingers inside me and vibrated them on my prostate causing me to lose my breath for a second. The feeling was so intense, so exciting, so fucking incredible that I spread my legs a little without thinking about it. God this was embarrassing. I felt like a woman spreading my legs for his strong fingers to get me off. I had no vagina, but he obviously knew what he was doing. All those years of chasing pussy, old habits die hard. What the fuck, it worked on me. But I didn’t want Sean to figure out what was going on. We’ve been gone from the beach too long.

“Dan,” I said swallowing hard. “We need to get back to the beach,” I whined with deep intakes of air.

“When I’m done,” he said. “He can fucking wait.” He was referring to Sean. I knew Sean could wait. I wanted Sean to wait. I could spend days in this room with Dan inside me.

I had to take a stance. I had to have some say in what was happening on this vacation. I couldn’t chance ruining the best relationship in my life. I had strong feelings for Dan but his brother was important to me too.

“Ok, that’s enough. Come on. Put your suit on and let’s get back,” I said frustrated and lighthearted at the same time, trying to ease the sexual tension. I pushed him away and grunted as his fingers came out of my ass. “Fuck,” I commented when they popped out. I stood up off the bed and scanned the room for my suit.

But before I knew it, I was being slammed up against the wall, hitting it hard with my chest. His fingers went back inside my ass. I raised up on my toes at the sudden intrusion.

“What the fuck?!” I yelped.

“I said I was going to fuck you through the wall. Remember?” he growled into my ear.

“Dan. God damn it,” I growled back. I pushed myself away from the wall only to be slammed back against it. His body pressed against mine, his cock like a steel rod against the cleft in my ass.

“You like this,” Dan whispered. “Stop fucking denying it. I need you to like this.”

“Dan, I’m done being your bitch today,” I asserted with my face pressed against the wall.

“But you like being a bitch,” he said as I felt his body move and his cock pressing at my hole.

He was right. I knew what was coming next. The thing is, my dick was hard as a rock. Something about this masculine piece of muscle owning me like this turned me the fuck on. I could easily fight back but I didn’t. I didn’t even try that hard. When I did, it was only because I wanted to feel his strength and power subdue me again. I took note of that to use at another time. He wanted what he wanted and took it when he wanted. I could have anyone I wanted, and Dan knew it too. I was a trophy for him. A trophy boy that he could show off, throw around and dominate. I was built to take the fucks he could give. I was his perfect man.

He wrapped one arm around my throat and the other at my waist as he slipped in, his thick cock filling my chute inch by inch. It wasn’t forceful but it wasn’t smooth. It was if he knew I was going to take it no matter what and this was his way of showing me that. I moaned slowly, closed my eyes and felt his weight against me, pressing me against the wall. His hot breath blowing on my neck.

“There you go, bitch,” he said in my ear. “Fucking tight assed bitch.”

I strained a deep grunt. He began to pump into me. His six-four height causing him to have to bend his knees and then straighten them to properly thrust up inside my shorter six-foot frame. It made me tremble, my mouth opening and sounds coming out I’ve only heard from women as I fucked them.

“Such a sweet pussy, Evan. My sweet pussy boy, Evan. Fuck, I can’t fucking stop myself,” he said. His pumping became harder and more aggressive. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Evan. So fucking beautiful,” he repeated over and over as if in a trance.

“Dan,” was all I could get out. One weak whimper.

“Come here, babe,” he said. Then he turned me until I was facing the bed and lowered me, face down on to it, his cock still lodged inside me. He started to hump on me faster, his cock was so thick and my ass was so tight it was as if I could feel every vein of his dick. I grabbed the bedspread in my fists, moaning like a fucking whore and backing up to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck. Your ass is so fucking muscular, babe. Hard to get up all the way in there,” he said as he corkscrewed his way in deeper.

“Trust me,” I grunted. “You’re in as far as you can go.”

The weight of his muscle on my back was heavy, I could feel his muscles tensing as he flexed them. I felt a bottle being shoved under my nose. I took a big hit and eased into a relaxed state of bliss.

I felt his breath on my ear. “How’s my bitch? Your pussy feeling good, baby?”

Why the fuck was that talk turning me on. I bet this is how he talked to all the women he fucked back in college. I’m sure all the men got an ear full as well. The fuck talk he spewed would have pissed me off coming from another other guy. But coming from Dan, it was like fucking ecstasy.

He wrapped a forearm around my throat and gently pulled my head off the mattress. “Hey… hey, Evan?” he said, asking for my undivided attention in my ear, sultry, sexy. “You’re a cunt,” he said accusingly as if he was telling me new information that only he knew. He screwed in hard, my ass hiked up willingly. Cunt. He was stating that I was his cunt. I knew I was but I was in the process of denying it. But he just confirmed it.

I sniffled as I could feel my nose begin to run, my eyes already running with tears. I was high. I’ve done enough coke by now in college to know what a good high feels like and this was better. Better than any drug was a hunk of muscle, pinning me down and having his way with me.

“You want my marine cock in your ass all the time, baby boy?” he murmured in my ear as he pulled back more on my throat.

“Uh huh,” I mumbled with another break in my voice.

“You want a big stud marine to use your muscle pussy?”

“Uh huh.”

“You want me? Your best friend’s brother to fill you, protect you, love you?”

I heard his question. He’s in love with me. In love with me like I was in love with him all those years ago. I still was. But before I could answer, my phone rang. It was Sean’s ringtone.

“It’s Sean,” I said out of breath and startled. “Let it go to voicemail. He’ll text too.”

It rang a few more times before he hung up. I sighed a sigh of relief when Dan moved inside me again.

“Now, you were about to agree with me…,” Dan continued where we left off, but the phone rang again. It was Sean again.

“Fuck!” Dan yelled out as he reached over my head and grabbed my phone.

“Dan! No!” I yelled, petrified he would answer it.

“WHAT?” Dan answered gruffly into the phone.

“Where’s Evan?” Sean asked sounding pissed.

“None of your fucking business,” Dan snarled, holding himself up with one muscular arm and he slowly began pumping my ass again. Reveling in the fact he was talking to his brother and fucking his brother’s best friend at the same time.

I was horrified. I hoped to god Sean couldn’t tell what was happening on our end of the call.

“Hey, fuck-head,” Sean sounded threatening. “Where is he? He’s obviously there. You have his fucking phone.”

Dan’s fucking intensified. His breath heavy. There was no doubt Sean was going to find out. I bit my fist trying to not moan or yelp at the heavy fucking I was receiving.

“Get fucked!” Dan yelled into the phone and then hung up. He resumed his fucking, wrapping his arm around my throat and hugging me close.

The phone rang again. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” Dan didn’t stop fucking. He picked the phone up.

“Listen, you fucking fuck. Stop calling or I will cut your dick off and feed it to you,” Dan yelled into the phone.

There was silence for a few seconds before Sean spoke.

“Tell Evan that when you’re done fucking him, if you haven’t done it already, he needs to get his ass back here.”

I froze. My eyes bulged out of my head. My jaw dropped. “Shit.” I whispered.

“I heard that, Evan!” I heard Sean say through the phone.

“Anything else, princess?” Dan asked Sean with angry sarcasm.

“Yeah. You’re a fucking whore, Dan. Mom and dad are going to fucking shit bricks when they find out your boning Evan.”

“Sean, I don’t fucking give a shit what they think and most of all, I don’t care what you think. It’s my turn!”

“Your turn? My fucking god. You don’t know when to stop do you? You have everything you fucking want. You always take my stuff. Why do you need Evan too? You’re so fucking selfish. He’s just another notch on your fucked up bisexual bedpost.”

“Mind your own fucking business,” Dan yelled. “YOU do not know me.”

Dan sounded like he was running a marathon as he spoke. There was another silence until Sean’s pissed off voice came barreling out of the phone.

“Oh my god! You’re fucking him right now, this very second! Aren’t you? Un-fucking-believable! Sean proclaimed.

Dan chuckled. “That’s right. I am,” he taunted calmly. “Got my cock buried in his tight muscled up pussy right now. Right, Evan?” Dan rammed his dick in me hard, making me yelp loudly. “See? I’ve been fucking him since we left you. And you know what, Sean? He fucking loves it. He fucking loves my thick cock pounding his tight ass,” Dan taunted as he screwed me.

“Shut up!” Sean yelled. “Shut the fuck up, you piece of shit!”

“You should hear him, Sean. Fucking squealing like a little bitch. Big, studly, greek god Evan getting his cunt walls painted by my cock.”

“God, I fucking hate you!” Sean screamed.

“Hate’s a strong word, brother. If you hate me now, you’re going to hate me even more in a few seconds,” Dan smirked as his body slammed down inside me and he yelled out as loud as he could, “I’M CUMMING!!!” which in turn made me cum too, my wailing just as loud as his.

Dan finished shooting inside me, out of breath, he said into the phone, “Congratulations, Sean. You’re going to be an uncle. Evan is mine. FUCK. THE. FUCK. OFF!”

“You can have him. I don’t want your sloppy seconds!” My ears perked up. I was confused by that last comment. “You always wanted him anyway.” Sean snarled. “I could only protest him from you for so long. This was bound to happen.” Sean hung up.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Shit, shit, shit,” I repeated over and over, up on my elbows holding my head in my hands. “I fucking can’t believe this.”

“Don’t worry about this, Evan. He’ll get over it. It’s not like he was fucking you or anything,” Dan shrugged.

“You used me to get back at your brother,” I accused.

“I didn’t use you for shit,” he said as he pointed at me. “I meant every fucking thing I said to you today. Sean deserves anything bad that happens to him. He’s a self-centered, cocky, entitled, trust fund, pussy-boy. Trust me, he’ll be just fine. Fucking entitled mama’s boy.”

“Yeah? So were you! I may have just lost my best friend,” I vented.

“But you have me,” Dan said. “You don’t need him anymore.”

Dan slowly slid out of my cum-soaked ass. I didn’t like feeling the emptiness.

“I don’t even know you. Not like I used to.”

“I’m the same Dan you grew up with. Just bigger, smarter and done with talking shit from anyone.”

“No, you’re not the same Dan. You have anger issues, dude. Go to the VA. You need to talk to someone,” I told him.

“I am talking to someone. You,” he said, petting my hair.

“Dan. Jesus! You’re too fucking intense. You fucking scare me sometimes.”

Dan sat beside me, put his big arm around me and pulled me next to him. He raised my chin up and kissed me softly. “I’m not losing you again. It’s just not going to fucking happen,” he said, tenderness in his eyes.

“You have to let me fucking think about this shit,” I told him calmly. “I’m still young and I got school.”

“There’s nothing to think about, Evan. I’ve waited long enough and I’m not doing it anymore,” he said seriously, determined.

My heart melted. My stomach fluttered. I felt warm. I felt safe. I felt loved. Why was I fighting the love of my life? The first man I ever crushed on. The first man I fell in love with. The man who made me want to be a better man. He’s right here in front of my face. A few hours ago I was a straight, bi curious, alpha male. Now I’m a submissive who wears a tough guy façade, dependent on the love of a strong, built, masculine alpha male who is taking me for his own.

I released a heavy sigh. “Ok. I’ve waited long enough too. We have to take it slow. Let’s just ease into this. I have to deal with your brother and your parents and my family for fucks sake.”

I stopped for a second and thought about what I just said. I basically said I was going to come out as gay to everyone I loved. I didn’t even think twice about what I just said before I said it.

There was a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes but after a pause he said, “Fine. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try since YOU asked me to.”

“Sex is really fucking amazing with you,” I grinned. “Much better than pussy.”

“No more pussy for you,” he dictated.

“Huh?” I blurted out like a confused dumb jock that I felt like at that moment. I hadn’t thought about no more pussy. This was happening so fast.

“No fucking pussy. You’re done with that,” he said with a throat cutting and motion to his throat.

“But…,” I whimpered.

“No. YOU’RE the pussy now. I won’t have you sticking your dick into some stupid cunt.”

“Can you not refer to me as your pussy?” I asked him.

“You are my pussy,” he said matter if factly.

“I get that calling me that is your way of showing ownership but…”

“Don’t tell me what I think. It’s the way I am. I’ve always thought of other men as just pussy, cunt to fuck. I’m the real man in that regards. Take it or leave it. That’s not going to change.”

I felt conflicted. I loved this man. Until now, I saw myself as he sees himself. Referring to me as I would a woman was unsettling but I remembered how it felt when he called me a pussy during sex and it exhilarated me.

“Argh…,” I growled under my breath.

“Evan! Don’t worry your pretty little head. I won’t embarrass you in public. You’re a fucking stud, dude. That’s your public face. But know, with me, you are mine.”

I started to say something before he threw up his palm at me. “AND NO MORE PUSSY!”

Oh, man! Cold turkey? He could have at least let me have one more hellacious cunt fuck with a hot girl before I become his permanent fuck-boy. He could tell by the look in my eyes I was torn and frustrated.

“Damn it,” I said under my breath. “Come on, Dan,” I pleaded. I put my arms around his neck, stood on my toes and kissed him gently, pouring on my charm.

Dan looked down at me and I gave him puppy-god eyes. He smiled.

“Fine. MAYBE one last hoorah,” he relented.

I grinned.

“MAYBE,” he proclaimed.

He kissed me again. “When we get back home. You’re moving in with me. I’ll take care of the details.”

“And Sean?” I asked, wincing at the aspect of anger from him.

“He’ll deal,” Dan said assuredly. “We’ll move your things into my room later tonight.”

“We need to get back. I don’t want to make everything worse than it already is,” I said.

“Yeah, you’re right. The sooner we get this sorted out, the better.”

He picked up my speedo off the floor and it was literally shredded from being torn off my body. He held it up, smiled shyly and shrugged.

“Uh, sorry,” he said.

I looked at it. What do I do now?

He stepped over to his dresser and searched around. He pulled out a royal blue speedo and tossed it to me.

“Here. Wear this. What’s mine is yours,” he smiled.

I smiled at the hunk of muscle.

Then he turned and look at me through the mirror and said, “And what’s yours…is mine.”