Little Top, Big Bottom

Birthday

My birthday finally came, and I had to work which pissed me off. I was looking forward to a day of hanging out with Jason in bed getting fucked. I felt so bad when my boss called and told me I had to work.

After work, I went to the gym, got a nice big pump. When I finally got home, I heard voices coming from the living room. Jason was sitting in the chair talking to a guy with his back to me. And it was a very nice back, broad, muscular, nice traps. I dropped my gym bag on the floor and they both stood up.

The guy turned around and it was Dalton, a guy we know from our gym. He and Jason have been friends for a while, way before he met me. I’ve always had my eye on him. He was my type, dark brown, short hair, brown eyes with thick eyebrows. I would estimate he was around 5’8 and built like a small, brick wall. His definition was amazing. He was wearing a tight sleeveless UA shirt, snug shorts that strained against his quads. He didn’t have a hair on his body below his neck. Smooth, tan, defined muscle was all he was made out of. He was a walking wet dream. Just my type, well, when I used to top. Guys like him were easy targets. One look at my size and demeanor and they were as good as fucked. Jason never talked about Dalton in a sexual way except to say he was hot as fuck. He said the kid wasn’t his type, not tall enough.

“Hey Dalton,” I said.

“Hey Derek,” he said and greeted me with a fist bump. “Looking good as always. Just been to the gym, big man? You’re looking swole.”

I blushed and flexed a little. “Yeah, it was a long day, had to go to work early so I went after work.

“You’re looking great too,” I said, looking at his pillow-like chest muscles.

“Thanks. Glad you think so,” he grinned.

Something seemed off in the room. I was getting a weird feeling.

“So, what are you doing hanging around with this clown,” I kidded as I pointed to Jason.

“Derek, Dalton here is your birthday present,” Jason said with a kind if giddiness in his voice.

I was struck frozen. As far as I know, Dalton doesn’t know we’re gay. This fact made me confused and perplexed.

I feigned stupidity. “My birthday present? What… What do you mean?”

“Don’t you remember? I told you I was going to cook something up for your birthday. Dalton is your birthday present.”

My face must have turned white as I looked from Jason to Dalton. I assumed if we ever had a threesome, it would be with someone we didn’t know, not a guy we see almost every day.

Dalton smiled at me, amused at my surprise. “Dude, Jason tells me your ass is fucking tight!”

“You told him what?” I asked Jason, clearly perturbed.

“Babe, don’t get mad. He said yes right away when I asked him if he wanted to fuck you,” Jason said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Of course, I did, dude. I’ve had my eye on you since I first saw you, but I thought you were straight.”

“You have? I didn’t even know you were gay.”

Dalton shook his head and said, “I’m not.”

I looked at him confused. “You’re not gay but you want to fuck me?”

Dalton shrugged it off. “Let’s not label it. I like what I like and what I like is your body and your ass.”

Jason crossed his arms over his chest, he looked a little upset when he asked me, “Derek, I went to the trouble of getting you someone special for your birthday and you’re saying you don’t want him?”

“No, I’m not saying that,” I said quickly, not wanting to show disrespect to my little man. “I just didn’t know it would be someone we knew, and you outed us after what we talked about my feelings about it.”

Dalton chimed in, “Derek, no one knows but me, and frankly, I wasn’t surprised once he told me. I mean, I always thought you were straight, but you are way too attractive and well put together that it would make sense if you were gay. When he told me you guys were gay, I swear I got hard on the spot. “

I looked at Jason suspiciously and asked, “How does that even come up in conversation? ‘Hey Dalton, did you now Derek is big ole bottom and do you want to fuck him?’ That’s real subtle.”

“I saw him on Grindr,” Jason said with a shrug, which was only partly true. He’s known Dalton for a while, as a fuck buddy, so it’s not like he didn’t know Jason was gay, but Jason told Dalton to keep it on the DL for now. But he did chat him up on Grindr that morning when Jason was trying to find someone to fuck Derek.

“You’re on Grindr?” I asked turning to Dalton.

He shrugged and smiled and replied, “Yeah, sometimes I just want a quickie with a hot dude.”

“Wait,” I said shaking my head as it suddenly seemed real that Jason said he was on Grindr. “YOU’RE on Grindr?” I asked Jason.

“Well, yeah. Aren’t you?” Jason shrugged.

“No! I deleted my account when I moved in. I assumed you wanted to be exclusive,” I said in disbelief.

“Oh,” Jason said surprised.

Dalton made a hissing sound and then said, “Ouch, dude. Awkward.”

“So, you’re still hooking up then?” I asked him and ignoring Dalton.

“Not all the time, not as much as I used to. Why should I when I’ve got a bitch like YOU at home waiting to get fucked?”

I wasn’t sure how to think about any of this. I had ample opportunities to hook up, but I didn’t because Jason was all I needed. Now I wish I would have.

“So, you assumed I was hooking up this whole time?” I asked.

“Yeah. I mean, I didn’t think you were being a whore or anything. I actually assumed you would be out topping since you don’t with me.”

“Well, I’m not. But had I known you would be ok with it, I would have,” I said.

“Derek, I’m not stupid. I know you must get offers every day, probably multiple times a day. I would rather you not but look at you.”

Dalton snickered, “Yeah, dude, look at you.”

I looked at Dalton and gave him a sinister look to which he backed off slowly.

Jason continued, “Of course, you should hook up and I’d love it if you told me all the details afterwards.”

I was shocked that Jason was so nonchalant about me hooking up with other men. In fact, it almost made my dick hard.

“Dude, that’s hot!” I said to him excited at the thought he didn’t care. “I was hoping you would want an open relationship. Honestly, I would rather you be there during hookups. The thought of you watching gets me boned.”

“Can we talk about this later?” Jason asked. “I really want to see you enjoy your birthday present.”

Jason seemed to be genuinely excited, and I loved making him happy. I hated disappointing him. Suddenly, I was game for this birthday fuck.

“Would seeing Dalton fuck me make you happy?” I asked flirtatiously.

“Fuck, babe, are you kidding me? Of course, it would!”

“Ok.”

“YES!” Dalton exclaimed with a fist-pump in the air. “Dude, Jason says you’re a total bitch in the sack,” Dalton said with a grin as he stepped close to me. “Which I would never have guessed. Look at you, you fucking stud!”

I had to admit that I thought Dalton was hot as hell and if I did fuck around, it would be with him. He was like Jason, tight and compact. Hearing Dalton tell me what Jason said about me got me hard. How could I deny it?

I looked down at the muscle boy and said with a serious expression as well as a serious tone, “Yeah, I’m his bitch.” My voice is a rich, deep and baritone. I’m sure hearing me say I was another man’s bitch, turned Dalton up a notch.

“Oh my God! I love how you freely admit it! Fuck, that’s hot!” Dalton said back. “You’re my bitch tonight, princess. Got it?”

Princess? I gave him sort of a scowl. Wow, this kid was cocky as fuck not to mention, pretty damn confident to call a guy twice is size a fucking princess. I looked at Jason who nodded his head in approval. I looked back down at Dalton.

I put my hands on my hips and very confidently told the short muscle boy with almost a growl, “I love being a dude’s bitch.” Then I heard Jason growl quietly.

Dalton reached up and pulled my head down roughly and met me in a kiss.

Jason

I know I come off as a complete arrogant prick, but I am what I am. Did I whore my boyfriend out to my friend? Hell, yeah, I did. Will I do it again? Hell, yeah, I will. It’s nothing personal. I do love Derek, it’s just that my heart and soul have a sadistic side to them and seeing him do things that he wouldn’t normally do but he does them anyway because I told him too, makes me want to cum in my pants. Not to mention that it keeps him down and shows him his place. Dalton is almost a clone of me., same short height and same body type. He definitely has the same attitude. That’s how I met and became friends with Dalton. We both like the same thing. We love to Alpha big muscle heads. Besides, Derek did agree to it. I’m not ignorant, I knew of his reputation as a man-slut before we met. Group sex was nothing new to him. And I do love the thought of him getting boned by another hot dude.

Derek doesn’t know this, but I met Dalton about a year ago at an invitation-only after-party. A room full of amazingly hot guys all down and dirty, fucking the shit out of each other in one big muscle orgy. I couldn’t help but notice the hot little muscle boy in the corner going to town on the ass of some huge bodybuilder three times his size. The amount of slamming this boy was doing made me want to know who the fuck he was. I stayed on my side of the room and was pounding the ass of some muscled up stripper and gave Dalton direct eye contact until his eyes found mine. I nodded at him, and he just nodded back and kept on pounding muscle butt. Cocky, I like that.

I made my way over to him eventually and without saying a word I rammed my cock down the throat of the bodybuilder Dalton was fucking. Damn, he was sexy as fuck. He looked at me and nodded again. I nodded back.

“I don’t get fucked,” he said bluntly.

“That’s cool. I don’t either,” I answered back.

“Good. Just so we got that straight. You’re hot, do you want a shot at this ass? He’s a fucking whore for cock.”

And that was the start of our friendship. We must have gone through ten guys that night. One right after the other, taking turns and watching each other fuck until the early morning. We started to hang out a lot more and we shared our sexual experiences and bonded over our shared love of dominating bigger guys. We often would hook up together with other guys, tag teaming or taking turns. Dalton was discreet which I respected. He asked me not to advertise he was into dudes. He considered himself pansexual.

When I met Derek, I immediately had to tell him all about my new giant muscle man.

“Dude, I met the most incredible guy last weekend,” I told him one day after our workout.

“Yeah?” his said, suddenly perked up. “And?”

“Six-foot-four, handsome as fuck, we’re talking a fitness model body, masculine and an ass that I can’t get enough of. We fucked all weekend long!”

“All weekend long? Dude, you’ve never been with a guy for three nights in a row,” he said with a laugh.

“Bro, this is the one. He’s THE one.”

Dalton was taken aback. Never had he seen me excited about any one guy. “Wow. No shit? He must be if you’re this into him.”

I told him all about Derek and how easy it was for me to make him to subdue him and turn him into a bottom. I purposely waited about three months before I introduced them, although I talked about Derek constantly. I wanted Derek all to myself. I knew once Dalton met him, he would try to get at him.

Like I said, I’m kind of a prick. Dalton and I meet up with dudes online and fuck them. I usually do that when Derek is at work. Does he know? Don’t care. I am who I am. Derek is the good little wifey and I’m the hard-working husband. I have needs. If he finds out and gets all butt-hurt then let him. I have what he needs and he’s not going anywhere.

Derek

I picked Dalton up and carried him into the bedroom and flung him onto the bed. I plopped down beside him and raised my legs in the air. He frantically got between my legs, found my hole with his cock, and pushed in and bottomed out in my ass. Dalton was a little bigger than Jason which make him a little stronger. The kid was relentless! All I remember is being fucked so hard all I could do was flop around on the bed like a fish out of water. He flipped me onto my stomach and pounded me ass up and came inside me. Jason watched from a chair, stroking his own cock and spewing fuck talk. It didn’t stop when Dalton, again, flawlessly flipped me over onto my back, yanked my legs up and in he went again. He grabbed the back of my head, brought his mouth to mine and proceeded to make out with me as if he hadn’t done so in years to anyone.

Dalton was overexcited at this point. He was panting and spit when he spoke. He said, “Bro, you are so fucking hot! I’m destroying your pussy!”

Great, the punk called my ass a pussy. It caught me off guard because I was used to Jason using that word from time to time in bed but wasn’t expecting it from another guy. But still, it made me feel like a possession and not in control and I liked it.

“Oh, shit yes! Fuck me, dude. Just shut up and fuck meeeee!” I squealed as much as my deep voice could.

After a few long minutes, Dalton gave a huge heave forward and let out a primal roar. He came gallons into my ass, and I could feel it leaking out and running down the crack of my waxed ass.

He lay down on my chest and I turned to find Jason was sitting in chair next the bed jerking his cock fast and hard. “Oh babe. That was so fucking hot, Derek.” And with that, he shot up into the air and all over his face.

Before I could say anything back to Jason, Dalton mounted me and was inside me and off again, fucking me like a man on a mission. He 8-pack abs flexed with every slam, and I raised my head to see his cock sliding in at rocket speed in and out of my raw hole.

That night Jason watched Dalton fuck me the whole night and into the morning. He took me in every position imaginable and dumped load after creamy load of his muscle jizz into my throbbing, wet tunnel. Eventually, he stopped, and I feel asleep.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and a protein shake sitting on the bed side-table next to me. Jason was sitting next to me running his fingers through my thick, sweaty hair.

“Morning babe. How are you feeling?”

“Fucked,” I replied, rubbing sand from my eyes.

“Ha! Yeah, you are. Damn babe, that was fucking intense and amazing. We ‘ll be doing that again! I love watching you put out for me.”

I sighed and stretched my giant body. I felt cum dripping from my hole. “Fuck, dude.”

“What?”

I chuckled, “I got cum coming out my ass.”

“Damn, that’s hot. Knowing you have Dalton’s boys leaking out your ass.”

“Well, I need to shower, I got dried cum all over me,” I said as I rolled out of bed.

“I’ll join you.”

I looked at him skeptically. “Dude, every time we shower together, I end up against the wall with your dick in my ass and right now, my ass is wiped out.”

“I promise no fucking. I just want some one-on-one time with my big man, feel your body, kiss you under the water, tell you how much I love you.”

Derek couldn’t turn down his little man. He enjoyed the tender side of Jason; he could be very romantic when he wanted to be.

“Sounds great, Jason,” Derek said, kissed Jason, hugged him. “I love you, Jason."

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