The next week passed by without incident. It seems that our tryst in Clint’s barn was accomplished without either of our wives being any wiser. For his part, Clint acted completely normal around me. Nothing about our lives looked any different: we still chatted in the yard when we saw each other outside, we still sent each other funny memes that we found online, and we still hung out as families when they invited us one evening over to swim. Everything was normal, except that I couldn’t stop staring at his amazing muscles and remembering how he had manhandled me.
I work in medical sales, as does Clint, and I’ve found that unless clients specifically request a sales call on a Friday, I don’t have much luck with cold calling. Most doctors try to leave their practice early on Friday, and are not interested in talking to salesmen. So my schedule typically involves sales calls and meetings Monday through Thursday, and paperwork from home on Friday. Clint also did medical sales, and he kept a similar schedule to mine, except that he usually worked from the office on Fridays.
On Friday of the week after our first time, I was working from home. I was surprised to hear a knock at the front door at the same time that I felt my phone vibrate with a text message. “Come let me in, asshole.” We were always calling each other names, as guys often do, and Clint’s favorite name for me was asshole. I laughed to myself, thinking that nickname took on a whole new meaning after what he had done to my asshole last week!
I opened the front door and was taken with his smiling face and commanding physical presence standing in front of me. I welcomed him into the house and shut the door behind him. We stood in silence for a second, just staring at each other. It dawned on me that this was the first time that we had been alone with privacy since he had fucked me the previous weekend. As that realization hit, another became clear as well: I saw the look of pure lust on his face. And then, just as quickly, he had me pinned against my front door and he was kissing me, pressing his full body against mine. My hands automatically found their way back onto his arms, running my hands up to his shoulders, and then my arms were around his neck as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his body. I had the thought, “He’s kissing me like I kiss Trish when I want to fuck.” His mouth was insistent, dominating mine as his tongue felt like it was claiming my mouth and going down my throat. He was controlling the kiss, and I had no choice but to submit.
Finally, he pulled back. “I’ve been waiting all week to get with you again!” he said, his bright smile reminding me of a kid who’s just found his lost toy. I smiled in response, then pushed him back with my hands on his chest. The power of the muscles underneath my fingers was not lost on me.
“I need to understand some things before we go further,” I said as I looked in his eyes. “To start with, what’s happening here? Is this something you’ve wanted for a while, or did this just happen?”
Clint sighed as he stepped back. “I’ve known I was bi since puberty,” he began. “I’ve always found both guys and girls attractive. In high school, I had girlfriends but I also had a fuck buddy. I played defensive linebacker, and I hooked up with the kicker a lot. He was a lean guy, like you, and he liked getting fucked as much I enjoyed pounding him.” Clint looked at me to judge my reaction as he continued, “Ever since I met you after we moved in, you’ve reminded me of him. You have the same body type, hair color, and even look a little like him.”
I started thinking about how handsy Clint always had been around me, and realized his previous fuck buddy looking like me explained part of it. He continued his story, “When I felt your hardon as you were sitting on my shoulders last Saturday, I figured maybe you might be up for something. So, I invented a reason to get you alone and see what happened.”
“Well,” I replied, “thank you for opening up about that. For the record, I had never even considered sex with another guy before last Saturday. Honestly, I’m not even sure why I got hard. I just couldn’t believe how strong you were when you lifted me up on your shoulders like that.”
He smirked at me. “Some guys just get off on being dominated. It’s not a gay thing, or something you even need to spend a lot of time worrying about. We’re friends, and you think my power is hot. I’m okay with that!”
“Now, if I remember,” he continued, stepping back up into my personal space, “you like it best when I use my strength to show you who’s in charge!” With that, he grabbed me under the ass and lifted me effortlessly, so that I wrapped my legs around him. He kissed me again while holding me like that, then without asking, began ascending the stairs in our foyer up to the second floor of my home. I didn’t have to wonder very long about his plan. As he was climbing the stairs, he said, “We’re going to your bed. I wanna fuck you where you fuck Trish. I’m going to make you my bitch in the bed where you made your babies!” A shiver ran up my spine and my asshole twitched at his words. Before last week, I would have never imagined a scenario where I was even with another man, and now I found myself wanting to be his bitch!
An involuntary moan escaped my lips from his words. “Oh,” he chuckled, his deep voice in my ear as he held me walking to my room, “that turn you on? You want me to take your ass in the place where you fuck Trish?” I couldn’t bring myself to admit it out loud, but my second involuntary moan answered his question. He laughed. “I guess we’re both sick fucks!”
He arrived at our bed, and set me down on the edge. He grabbed my chin and pulled my face to look up at him. “Did you fuck Trish last night?”
“Yes.” I answered, unsure of what he wanted.
“Hell yeah!” he almost yelled. “I’m about to fuck you where you just fucked your hot wife!” He was obviously getting off on dominating me in my own bed. I found it pretty hot myself, if I’m honest.
His face turned serious, then. “Today, though,” he started, “I’m the man in here. She may have been your bitch last night, but today, you’re my bitch! And I like for my bitches to give me some head before we get to fucking!” With that, he stepped back, removed his T-shirt, and dropped his shorts. He had come over to my house free-balling, knowing he was going to be naked quickly. His hard cock bounced up from his shorts. I watched in awe as his powerful body came into view.
Clint stepped back over to me, placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me from sitting on the bed down to my knees in front of him. For the first time in my life, I was staring at the hard cock of another man at face level while on my knees. Clint didn’t give me long to stare. He placed both hands on my head as he pulled my lips against his cock head. “Open up, baby!” he said commandingly, “Your man needs your mouth on his dick.” With his strength, he could have forced me, but he didn’t have to. I opened my mouth, and was filled with his hard-as-steel cock. For the first time in my life, I was sucking cock.
He let me suckle him some, getting used to having his cock in my mouth. I could taste his pre-cum on my tongue as he gently thrust in and out of my mouth, and realized it was delicious. Once again, I found myself involuntarily moaning. I could hear the smile on his face above me as he said, “Oh, my bitch likes blowing me too?” He began to thrust more powerfully, and his cock head hit the entrance to my throat, and I gagged. “Don’t worry, baby,” he started. “We’ll get it in there soon. Practice will make perfect!” I shivered again at the implication that we were going to be having sex regularly.
He let me blow him for another 5 minutes or so. He only pressed against my throat one other time, and that time, I concentrated and got my gag reflex under control while he held the head at the top of my throat. My head was against the side of the bed, and he was pressing against me as he held his cock still, locking me in place. “Look at me!” he commanded. I turned my eyes up to meet his, his cock filling my mouth. “This is your place, bitch. Never forget how it feels for you to be pleasing a real man!” I moaned and shivered at his words, and without thinking I swallowed, which opened my throat and his cock broke through, sinking in till his balls were against my chin. “Oh, yes!” he growled. “That’s how I like my bitch to open his throat!”
The sudden intrusion caused me to resume gagging, which apparently felt good around his dick buried in my throat. Finally, though, he had pity and pulled his cock from my throat and mouth with a pop. I got control of my gagging, and he pulled me up to stand before him.
He grabbed my chin with one hand, controlling my head, as he looked me in the eyes, and with intensity said, “We are friends to everyone else. Nothing changes in our lives to our families or neighbors. But behind closed doors, you will always be the bitch that can deep throat me. I will always be the man that made you submit, and opened both your holes. You may find that you like it so much that you go out and try to find other guys to fuck you too. But I will always be the man who made you a bitch.” Even his words and his tone of voice were turning me on. What in the hell was happening to me?
As I was processing his words, he began removing my shirt, and then just as quickly my shorts and underwear joined his on the floor. He grabbed me then, pulling my naked body against his and kissed me passionately again, before spinning me around and pressing me stomach down onto my own bed. He knelt behind me and began rimming me again, and once again I was floating high on the euphoria of that magnificent feeling. I felt myself opening to him. Soon I felt slick fingers pressing their way into my hole. He had apparently brought some lube with him. I was amazed at the presumption he had that he would fuck me, and also glad for his forethought, knowing that I would submit to him.
He didn’t waste much time opening me, however. He was intent on fucking me, and soon I felt the slick head of his massive cock pressing against my hole as he stood behind me. My sphincter muscles didn’t stand a chance against his power, and he popped in. I was once again filled with pain, not as bad as the first time, but enough to make me cry out. “Relax, baby,” he said softly, “Open up for your man. Give yourself to me.” His words did the trick. I relaxed. He felt it too, and pressed in, sliding slowly all the way into my hole. His balls were pressed against my cheeks as he held himself deep in me.
He gave me a moment to adjust before he began gently pulling out and pressing back in. “Yeah, give me that hole, baby!” He slowly increased his speed until he was pounding me against the mattress, claiming my hole as his cock’s home. He fucked me like that for a little while longer before he stopped, my ass fully impaled on his cock, as he lay down on my back. He kissed my neck as he nuzzled against my head, then whispered in my ear, “You ready to get fucked like a real bitch?” Kissing my ear before he pulled back, he then stood and withdrew from my hole. “Get on the bed, and on your back,” he commanded. I hurried up on the bed, laying down on my back in the middle. I had the thought that this was where my wife was laying last night when I fucked her!
Clint climbed on the bed with me, his weight causing the bed to sag as he moved between my legs. Grabbing my legs, he placed them on his shoulders and pressed his cock against my hole. He pressed forward, impaling me again as he leaned over me, bending me in half. I was completely at his mercy as he was making me his. As he began moving in and out of me, I realized that this was the first time we had been face-to-face as he fucked me. The intensity of watching him dominate me was overpowering. He could see what strokes brought me pleasure, and he would punch those places when he saw it, bringing me to the edge of orgasm before holding still to stop me from cumming. He was playing me like a fiddle, and I really did feel like his bitch. He was a master cocksman, and he was mastering me.
At one point, my legs slipped from his shoulders and he settled down on me, my legs wrapping themselves around his waist as he continued to fuck me. We were now face to face, inches apart. I was looking into his eyes. I watched him draw closer as he moved in to kiss me, maintaining eye contact as our lips connected, his dick still moving in and out of me. He was more gentle in this position, almost as if he were making love to me as I did to Trish last night. The passion that passed between us was intense as I gave myself fully to him. He kissed me again, more urgently as he increased the intensity of his strokes. At this angle, he was hitting my prostate on every stroke, and suddenly I was cresting over the wave of my orgasm, unable to stop the cum from shooting out of my dick that was sandwiched between us. The gripping of my ass muscles around his dick had the same effect on Clint, and he roared his own orgasm as he slammed his cock fully into my upturned ass. We were locked in that embrace, me fully fucked and submitted to him as he bred me in my own bed. He stayed there, laying on me, his cock slowly softening before it finally slipped out.
Clint rolled off of me onto the bed beside me. He reached over and pulled me onto my side and snuggled me against his massive chest. I felt safe in his arms as he hugged me to him. I could smell his incredible smell as I basked in the afterglow of our coupling. His arm that held me began caressing my body, moving around and gently rubbing me. His hand finally made it’s way to my ass, and he touched my hole, pressing his finger into the gaping hole where his dick had just been.
He turned his head to kiss my forehead, his finger still in my hole, as he said, “This pussy is mine.” I shivered once again at his words. I had never considered the idea of sex with another man, and now in the space of a week, I had bottomed twice for my bull stud neighbor, sucked his dick, and seemed to be turned on when he referred to me and my body with feminine language.
I leaned up and kissed him, content to be submissive in whatever way he wanted.
After about 10 minutes of cuddling, he moved to get up. “I’ve got to get back to work!” he said, untangling himself from me and standing up. “Thanks for that booty call!” he laughed. “I’m glad to know I’ve got a bitch close whenever I need one!” I grinned at his jovial manner, glad that we could still be friends outside of the bedroom. His teasing manner was a part of our regular banter with one another. Maybe this could work after all!
He left, kissing me one more time at the front door, grabbing me in a bear hug and lifting me off the floor in the kiss just to remind me of his power. Then he was out of the door, and gone, and I got back to my paperwork, after I showered.
That evening, when my wife got home, she was changing in the bedroom when I walked in. “Why does it smell like Clint’s cologne in here?” she asked. “Oh, he stopped by earlier today to look at our new closet cabinets for that project he’s working on.” I was proud of myself for my quick thinking lie. It never occurred to me that the bedroom would smell like him! In the future, we would have to be more careful.
Even as that thought crossed my mind, I realized that I had just naturally assumed that there would be a future, and I was okay with that. Yep, I was his bitch. And I would put out whenever he wanted it.
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