For those of you who read this story years ago, I have revised it. I didn't like where the story was going so I changed it. Enjoy.
Jason
I hated these real estate retreats. They were boring and I could think of a million other things I could be doing, one of them being Derek. I laugh to himself. I really lucked out with this one. Derek had everything I wanted in a dude. Tall, handsome, killer body, an amazing muscular ass and he would do anything for me. I loved that kind of power and control. I felt superior, like a real man because once you have dominated a specimen like Derek the one way to feel is like a real fucking man.
The one good thing about these conferences is the amount of tail that I scored. There was no shortage whether they were other real estate brokers, guests at the convention center hotel or a trick I took back to my room that I brought home from a bar. These conferences were always filled with bi-curious married guys, all they wanted to do while away from the wife is get laid. I had a lot of success with closeted, married guys. They usually said they were tops but once I was in the driver’s seat, they were all bottoms. My compact size always threw them for a loop. They just assumed I was a bottom. Once again I would take the power position and it turned me the fuck on.
I wasted no time in finding prey for the first night. A hotel employee, 19-year-old frat boy, working his way through college was the first conquest of the conference. He was tall, dark hair, very tan and filled out his work pants very nicely, not to mention his arms were making his polo shirt sleeves scream out as they struggled to not rip at the seams. His name tag read “Blake.” I saw him at check-in and decided to use the old “room service” routine. I got the eye contact I needed from Blake at the concierge desk and the total body scan as well. The dude was as good as mine. The trick to calling room service is that I got to ask for the employee I wanted, and they always sent up that exact guy. I called room service shortly after getting into my room and ask for extra towels and asked that the “nice guy at the desk named Blake should bring them up because Blake was going to give me info on some great places to eat in the area.” Lie.
Within 15 minutes of that phone call, Blake was flat on his back, legs in the air and had a hot, tight, muscular man between them, balls deep in frat boy ass. I fucked Blake a couple of times and then kicked him out. Blake was hot but dumber than a box of rocks and I bored of him quickly. I did, however, take Blake’s cell number and I promised to call him again if I needed a nice piece of ass. The dude was dumb but hotter than hell. I wasn’t stupid, just horny.
Day two and I was already scoping out the prospects at the gym before the first meeting. I was about to leave after my workout when in walked a guy so hot that I did a double take. This dude walked in, and I swore every head in the gym turned to look. It was if the heavens opened, and a Greek god has entered the room. His presence was undeniable. I guessed him to be 6’5, 210 lbs. at least, and probably his mid to late 20s. He had dark brown hair that was cut short on the sides and long on top. His square jaw was so wide and sharp it looked like it could cut glass. He had a proportionate roman nose and full lips to finish off his classically handsome face. His chest was a work of art. He had big boulder like shoulders and arms that resembled pythons. I guessed his waist to be around 30”- 32” and his legs.... oh, those legs. His huge quads and beautiful cut calves were screaming to be thrown up on my shoulders, held up while I fucked the shit out of him. The best thing of all, a wedding ring. Game on.
I decided to stay and followed the guy to the treadmill and hopped up on the one next to him. We both started running at a similar pace while I would steal glances over in the mirror in front of the treadmills. Sure enough, the hunk met my gaze a few times and even smiled. Being the cocky little shit I was, I decided to strike. He waited about five minutes to start up a conversation.
“Damn, it’s hot in there,” I commented to get the man’s attention.
The man smiled and replied, “Stuffy too. Makes it difficult to get my five miles in.”
“Not to mention the number of people working out in here. Hotel gyms are always so small.”
“I hear that.”
“Five miles, huh? Well, I’m going to try and keep up with you, but your legs are way long.”
The man looked at me in the mirror and said, “Well, I bet you can run faster since you’re lighter than me. I’m a big boy. I got a lot of muscle weight to carry.”
“True. You here for the real estate retreat?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m here from Chicago. You?” the man replied.
“From Seattle.”
“Nice. I get there all the time. I have a buddy that lives out there, so I stay with him.”
“Sweet.”
After a few more minutes, the guy slowed down his treadmill and stepped off.
“It’s too hot, man,” the man said, drying the sweat from his face with a towel.
I slowed to a stop. “I’m Jason,” I said, introducing myself as I held out my hand.
Taylor shook Jason’s hand with a strong, firm grip that lingered for a few seconds longer than it should have. “Taylor.”
Slowly, our handshake became a fight for dominance. I started with direct eye contact. Taylor also was boring into me with his eyes, and it made my heart skip a beat. I never felt that before when meeting a prospect for the first time, except for Derek. Now I couldn’t stop looking up into the giant, muscular man’s eyes. I couldn’t tear himself away.
“It’s nice to meet you, Taylor,” I with a smirk. “Very nice.”
We were still shaking hands and the grips got tighter and tighter.
“Likewise, Jason.”
I could feel electricity jetting from Taylor’s hand into my own. I liked it. All I could think about was taking this guy down.
Taylor pulled me closer, leaned down and in a quiet, almost whisper said, “How about we skip the first conference, go upstairs and fuck.”
I was taken a back a little. There was blunt, and then there was blunt. This guy was good. I liked a man who knew what he wanted and took the initiative. It bypassed the small talk and got to the fucking.
“Your room or mine?” I asked.
“Yours.”
“Follow me.”
We hadn’t had the door shut longer than a few seconds and we were all over each other. I was so much shorter than Taylor, I was on his tiptoes. Clothes started to fly off, thrown all over the floor. I pushed Taylor against the wall, Taylor’s head slammed against the wall but did not stop making out with me.
“Fuck! You like it rough, huh, little man?” Taylor said after stopping the kiss.
“What other way is there, big man?” I replied, slapping my hands against the tall hunk’s huge chest.
“Nice. I was hoping this is the way it was going to go.”
With that, Taylor picked me up around the waist and literally threw me the five feet on to the bed. I wasn’t used to being thrown around but for some reason, this guy made it hot.
The beast of a man came at me and lowered himself down on top of me. The weight of the man on me was intoxicating. The muscles in this man’s body were beyond rock hard. We began kissing again. I opened my eyes and looked up at Taylor’s face. His eyes were open and staring right back. Another jolt of electricity bolted through me and into my dick.
Taylor’s hands found mine and he slowly raised them up above my head and pinned them to the pillow. I gave him a cocky sneer and spun the bigger man over onto his back. Because of my size, the show of dominance only seemed to turn Taylor on more.
I put my knee between Taylor’s legs and spread them apart. I settled in between them and humped my cock against Taylor’s hole.
“Oh, dude,” Taylor said taken off guard but my assumption. “I don’t think so, little man. Besides, it’s been a while,” Taylor said with heavy breath.
I looked down at Taylor. “Bottoming?”
“Yeah. I honestly thought I would be fucking you.”
“I know. I get that a lot. I’m a top. Always have been, always will be.” I informed him with more pressure on Taylor’s hole.
“I’m not sure I’m good with this,” Taylor said with hesitation.
“Come on, dude. I’ll take it easy on you… at first,” I said with a kiss to Taylor’s neck.
“No, Jason. I’m not looking to bottom. I come to these things to fuck guys.”
“Then home to the little woman and 2.5 kids?” I taunted.
Taylor nodded his head with a look of shame on his handsome face.
“So, I bring you up to my room and now you tell me you don’t get fucked? You pissed me off now,” I told him, fire in my eyes.
Taylor saw the fire in my eyes and became a little frightened with the aggressiveness of this little man, but it turned him on too.
“Dude, maybe we can tag team that hot concierge boy.” Taylor suggested.
“I already nailed him yesterday,” I said shaking his head.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I take what I want.”
“I guess you do.”
“When was the last time you got fucked?” I asked.
Taylor’s face went slack. I could tell he wasn’t too keen on talking about getting fucked.
“A year ago, maybe,” Taylor shrugged.
“Who?”
“Um, some kid I met at the gym.”
I smirked. “The gym must be your go to.”
“I like muscular guys, younger too.”
“What happened?” I asked as I reached down between Taylor’s thighs and ran my finger over his hole.
Taylor swallowed hard before he spoke, “We went back to his apartment off campus. We made out. He was so fucking hot.” I pushed the tip of his finger into Taylor’s hole, which made him flinch.
“I bet he was,” I said with a sexy low voice. I was trying to make Taylor remember getting fucked and how good it felt, while I fingered him. “Did he make you his bitch?” I growled.
Taylor squirmed, feeling my finger inside him slide deeper. He closed his eyes and gasped. He was silent, hesitating.
“Did he?” I asked a little more forcefully, hooking my finger, finding the prostate.
Taylor gasped again at the intense pleasure. He was so turned on that he didn’t care what I might think of his answer.
“Yes,” Taylor murmured.
“Yes?” I asked, sliding my finger in and out.
“Yes. I was his bitch. He used me up. Bred me.”
“And you liked it,” I stated. My finger now hammered in and out of the bigger man’s tight ass.
Taylor moaned and squirmed more. His ass came up off the bed. I reached under the pillow where I strategically placed a bottle of lube and poppers in case of just such an occasion as this. I continued to finger Taylor, drizzling lube on my finger and my cock.
“Why did you like it?” I asked, my finger banging doing the trick on Taylor’s muscular ass.
Taylor writhed in ecstasy and answered. “He was hot, and he was so muscular, real dominate, cocky, and aggressive. He manhandled me. I’d never had that happen before. He pounded the shit out of me, dude.”
I smirked and asked, “Did you hook up with him again?”
“Yeah. I hooked up with him until he graduated.”
“And he fucked you every time?”
“Uh huh. Every fucking time.”
“You miss him? Miss being his bitch?”
Taylor nodded his head. “Yeah.”
“I can make you feel like a bitch,” I growled. I fingered him some more.
He gasped and nodded his head. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Dude,” he moaned.
“Feels good.” I bit my bottom lip as I finger fucked his tight hole. “Remember this feeling? Remember that kid fingering your pussy?”
“Yeah. He had thick fingers.”
“Remember begging him to fuck you?”
“Uh huh.”
“You want that again? A hot dude to bitch you?”
He looked at me and I saw him trembling. He wanted to resist but I kept fingering him. I hooked my finger and pressed on his prostate.
His eyes bulged. “Do it! I’ll be your bitch. Rough me up.”
With that, I took my fingers out and slid my cock in all the way. Taylor’s mouth fell open and a loud moan came from it. I lifted Taylor’s massive legs and placed them on my shoulders. I leaned forward bringing Taylor’s knees to his chest. I wasted no time in rabbit-punching my way in the gorgeous muscle man’s hole. Taylor wrapped his arms around his legs and embraced me in a hug.
“I’m in, bitch. You feel that shit? Feel that cock inside you?” I growled before kissing the man.
Taylor looked up into my blue eyes. He felt degraded and humiliated, emasculated like he was a slutty girl that some guy had brought back to his room to use, and kick her to the curb afterwards. He didn’t feel like an alpha anymore. Beyond all those feeling, he thought he liked the idea of getting fucked by a much smaller man. I was young, hung, and cocky, just his type.
“It’s good, huh? You like it, bitch?” I said, sweat dripping off my face onto Taylor’s
“Ohhhhh myyyy god,” Taylor moaned.
“Yeah, you like it. Hold on, bitch. We’re about to go for a ride.”
I pulled out and flipped Taylor around on to his stomach. Then I pulled Taylor up onto his knees, grabbed around his small waist, and I began slamming into his ass like a pile driver.
“ARCH YOUR BACK. DO IT!” I roared at him. “DO IT, BITCH!”
Taylor arched his back which made his ass pop up into the air even more giving me amazing access to his pounded hole.
For the next two hours I fucked that bitch ass in every position and in every space in the room. At one point, Taylor found himself pressed up against the window looking down onto the pool area several floors down. Anyone could have seen him, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to get fucked by this gorgeous little man.
I came inside him while I reached around and jacked Taylor’s cock until he came all over the glass.
“Fuck, dude!” Taylor said with a heavy sigh. His chest rising and falling, catching his breath.
“Yeah, no shit,” I agreed. “Your ass, dude. Fuck!”
Taylor snickered; happy the smaller guy liked his ass. “I think you tore me a new one.”
“Hope your wife doesn’t notice,” I said, needling the married man.
“Nah. She’s oblivious,” Taylor said, waving away the notion. “Although, she asked me once if I was gay.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, she said I was too good-looking to be straight,” Taylor laughed.
“I can see that,” I smiled. “You are extremely hot, dude.”
“No. YOU are extremely hot. You’re a fucking machine, kid.”
“You got fuck buddies back home in Chicago?” I curiously asked.
“Oh yeah. A couple other married guys and a few hunky college boys. I always top, though.
I laughed. “You think you’ll want to bottom when you get back?”
“Nah. Well, not for my current hook ups. I’m established as their top. I don’t want those two worlds mixing.”
“I get it,” I said smiling. “All you have to do is have your group of bottoms and a group of tops. Should be easy.”
“What about you? I’m sure you got a ton of bitches.”
I smiled thinking about Derek. “I do but I also have a boyfriend.”
“Yeah?” He looked shocked. “What’s he look like?”
“YOU,” I replied, pointing at the man.
Taylor raised his eyebrows. “Me?”
“Yeah. Tall like you, dark hair, really fucking handsome, and his body is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. No offense.”
I opened my phone to show Taylor a pic of Derek.
“WHOA! Fucking wow! He’s gorgeous!” Taylor exclaimed. “Good for you, dude!” We gave each other a fist bump. “And he likes to get fucked?”
“Let me put it this way, he was a top when we met,” I replied with a cocky smile.
“And you play around without him?”
“Yeah. We have an understanding. Right now, he’s probably getting fucked by my best friend.”
Taylor’s face became serious, his eyes smoldered. He put his hands on my face, nose to nose and asked, “Is he your bitch?” He gave me a small sensual kiss.
“Yeah.”
“Am I your bitch?” Taylor asked before another kiss.
“You are now.”
“Can I be your bitch for the rest of the week?”
“You should assume you are,” I said matter of fact.
A shiver ran down Taylor’s spine. “Fuck yeah. Will you fuck me in the shower before we have to go downstairs?
We fucked in the shower and when we were done, Taylor went back to his room to change. We met in the lobby, and Taylor slipped me his card with his number on it.
“Five o’clock. Your room,” Taylor said.
“Don’t be late, bitch.”
Taylor winked at me and then entered one of the ballrooms.
That week Taylor was fucked no less than three to four times a day by me. He took load after load of my cum. Taylor wasn’t my only conquest that week. There was too much talent to go around, and I partook. I fucked Blake again. I fucked another hotel guest; a married man on vacation with his family. Then there was another realtor I met in a conference.
Taylor left the retreat a changed man. He couldn’t stop thinking about me. He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he loved getting fucked, dominated, and used by a small muscle boy. He started to look at men in a different light. Instead of seeing them as possible ass to fuck, he was now sizing them up and wanted to be their bottom. He couldn’t wait to go home and start hunting for a version of his own me.
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