Little Top, Big Bottom

DEREK

Dalton’s cock feels so huge right now. My huge body is tensed and flexed as I take his onslaught fucking. As I’m bent over my bathroom sink, looking at Dalton through the mirror as he slams heavily into my muscle butt, I’m reminded just exactly what my role is in life. I’m a cum-dump. As much as it embarrasses me to admit that it also turns me on and gets me rock hard.

I look at myself in the mirror. I stare into my own eyes and through the tears of pain and pleasure I see a shadow of my former self. I used to be the stud behind the upturned ass of some jock bent over in front of a mirror. I used to be the one who liked to pick up a dude, hold him up and bounce him on my stick. I used to be the one spewing fuck talk and calling my latest prey a bitch, whore, slut, a pussy.

I’m broken from my contemplating by Dalton pulling my hair and yanking my head back and ramming my ass in a staccato rhythm. The muscles in my neck tense and my shoulders and biceps flex to the extreme as I hold on to the edge of the vanity for deal life.

I can tell he’s getting close. Dalton has a tell. His upper lip turns up on the left side into a sneer and then he loses it. The sneer is happening and with one jolt forward he unloads a nice, sticky load into my fuck-hole. He falls forward on to my back, wraps his arms around to my chest and rubs my pecs.

“Bro, that was fucking sick! You can really take a fuck, bitch. Really. You are built to take a sick fuck,” Dalton sneers and gives me a light slap on the ass and exits my cummy hole.

“Aw fuck. Hurts. Dalt you’ve got to take it easy dude. You’re wrecking my hole, dude.”

“Stop being such a pussy, big man. You know you like it.”

“Shut up, asshole. You got what you wanted so can I please just take a shower and relax now? Jason said to not go so hard as you usually do anyway. You’re going to fucking ruin me for him.”

“You know for a big hulking stud you sure are a bitchy fucker. You know that wasn’t even close to being the hardest I could fuck you.” He laughed again and pushed me up against the vanity. He reached up on tip toes and yanked down my head and rammed his tongue down my throat.

“God you’re a handsome fucker. Jason’s one lucky boy.” Dalton said as he ran the side of his hand down the side of my cheek in a slow, tender way. He looked into my eyes like he was looking into my soul. He kissed me again and then without warning gave me a slap to the side of the face.

“I said Jason’s a lucky boy. What do you say?”

I put my hand on my cheek, shocked and seething, I said, “Thank You, Sir.” I looked down on the floor.

“Good girl,” he said with a cocky sneer.

My head shot up. “Don’t call me that,” I said, advising caution in my tone.

“Fuck you.” He slapped me again but harder. “You’ve got cum in your ass. I think that qualifies. I can call you anything I want you stupid cunt.”

I rubbed my cheek and turned and walked into the shower. My other hand clenched tightly into a fist. Dalton was taking liberty with me, and I didn’t like it. I told Jason over the phone about how I felt about Dalton, but he just said to suck it up.  If this had been a year earlier, I would fucking tear Dalton apart. I can’t do that now. I want to but I can’t. I don’t even know why I can’t. He’s better than me now. He’s more confident and takes being Alpha to the next level. He takes it even higher than Jason does. I can’t get my dick to go down just thinking about it. My dick does all the thinking for me now. I’m a slave to my erect cock flopping around against my abs. Even after that last exchange with that asshole, I’m rock hard, harder than I’ve ever been.

I stood under the hot water and tried to rinse away the filth I felt about myself and the last hour of relentless fucking. I know Jason loves me but when he does things like this it throws me off and I spiral into a world of uncertainty and insecurity. Why do I feel this way? I’m turned on as fuck but still a little unsure. I guess the next week will be a week of figuring things out. This next week is going to suck.

YESTERDAY MORNING:

I sat on Jason’s lap, his cock buried in my ass, posting myself, swirling my ass around to get every single inch. Jason lay back on the pillow, his hands resting behind his head. I lifted my arms and put my hands behind my head and flexed my biceps for him. That drove Jason nuts.

“God damn, you’re so fucking beautiful, babe,” he said to me, panting and watching a man twice his size fuck himself on his big thick cock.

I had my head thrown back, my mouth wide open, eyes closed. I bounced harder on the cock inside me. I looked down at the man under me and moaned, “I love your cock in my ass.”

Jason smiled, “I know you do, babe.”

“Do you like this?” I asked as I again swirled my ass around on his cock, clenching my hole tight.

“Fuck, babe! I fucking love your hole. Your hole is swallowing my cock, babe.”

“You like my tight hole? You like my muscles?” I asked seductively as I flexed again.

That just made Jason harder. “I fucking love your muscles, so hard, so big. You’re a big, beautiful muscle stud getting his pussy pounded.”

I leaned forward and kissed Jason, our tongues wrestled together. I whispered, “You like my pussy? Fucking my tight pussy?”

“Fuck, babe! You’re going to make me cum!”

“Do it, dude! Fill me up. I want all your cum in my ass. I want to be full before you leave. I don’t know what I’m gonna do while you’re gone.”

“Babe, I’ll be back in a week.” Jason said, his hands now around my waist.

“I know but why can’t I go with you? I can take vacation, it’s no big deal.”

Jason tensed up, his lip curled, and his eyes bulged as he shot another load of cum into his boyfriend’s hole. I stayed impaled on the man’s cock. I leaned forward again, resting my chest on Jason’s.

Jason caught his breath and continued the conversation, “I’m going to be too busy for you. I’ve got meetings and work parties and I can’t tell everyone I brought my boyfriend with me. I’m not out at work either.”

“I’m sure you’ll find enough hot guys to fuck around with anyway,” I said passive aggressively. “Fine. I can find ways to keep busy,” I said with a hint of pouting.

“Oh, you won’t have to. I’m having Dalton stay here with you.”

I flinched and asked, “Wait, what? Jase, I don’t need a goddamned babysitter for fuck sake.”

Jason zipped up the bag and placed it down on the bed. “Dalton is staying with you and that’s that. Don’t question me.”

Since my birthday, Dalton has become somewhat of a regular at our place because Jason loves watching him fuck me. The problem is that Dalton is too rough sometimes, and his dickish personality is starting to annoy the fuck out of me.

“But why Dalton? He’s sadistic.”

“Because I trust him, believe it or not.”

“But you don’t trust me? What reason do you have not to trust me? I’m not going to be going out and getting fucked all the time.”

“You’ll be getting fucked,” Jason stated.

“Jase, I just said I won’t be. You’re not listening.”

Jason walked over and puts his hands around my waist.

“No, YOU’RE not listening, babe. You WILL be getting fucked. Dalton will take good care of you.”

I stood shocked and rolled my eyes. “You’re fucking kidding me. He’s gonna be on me every minute of every day! This isn’t fair.”

Jason smirked and said, “Life’s not fair, Derek. I’m not about to leave you alone for a whole week without sex. You know how many guys out there would kill to bed you down? I see it every day. Everywhere we go I see the way they look at you. Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at them sometimes too. I’m NOT stupid. Now, be a good boy, grab my suitcases and put them in the car.”

“Fine,” I huffed as I stomped away and grabbed his bags.

“Fine. Dalton will be here when you get back from the airport. Give him the same courtesies you would give me. That includes that fucking hot ass. I told him to take it easy on you, don’t go as hard as he would like. Just don’t let him fall in love with you, fucker.” Jason laughed and grabbed his briefcase and I follow him out the bedroom door and into the garage.

PRESENT:

The shower feels good and relaxing. My tired muscles felt soothed, but I wish I could say the same for my ass. I reach back and slowly rubbed my hole. It was tender and sore. I shouldn’t but slowly I pressed my middle finger into my hole. I wanted to see how much jizz was leaking out and if I can try to expel as much as I can, so I won’t have any spillage during my workout tonight. Why is my hole still tight? I have no fucking clue. I push my finger in deeper and oh fuck, I hit the button. My cock goes full erect, and I push on the prostate again, and again, and again. I suddenly start to finger-bang my leaky hole until I can’t take it anymore and I cum without touching my cock all over the glass shower wall. Then I head the door open. Dalton appears.

“Dude, did you just jizz while fingering yourself? Whore,” he says, shaking his head, laughed and closed the door.

I finish my shower and get out to dry off. Dalton appears again.

“Don’t bother getting dressed.”

I looked at him with defiant frustration. I’m assuming he wants to keep fucking.  I said, “No dude, please. I can’t. Not right now.”

“You will. I have some friends coming over. They’re dying to meet you,” he stated with that cocky smirk.

“What? Who?” I ask not knowing if he’s being serious. Jason didn’t say anything about a gang bang.

“Just some friends.”

“How do they know about me?” I asked, clearly pissed off.

“I had my FaceTime on with my buddy Rod while I was boning you today. They saw everything. They want some.”

“You fucker. You recorded us?”

“You got that right. I’m a fucker. Now, finish drying off and grab some poppers. You’re gonna need them.”