Ouch!

Terry continues the narration:

A couple of days went by.

I was still feeling weird. Not physically, unless you counted the butterflies that kept fluttering in my stomach. But more sort of anxious, or uncertain.

I kept thinking about how Joe had looked. His hole had been stretched so taut around Alec's impaling cock, and I’d seen it in technicolor close-up. Fuck, what a sight! I'd seen that elastic circular muscle dragged in and out like it didn’t want to let go of the thick, heavily veined tool that was impaling it. Like it was sucking Alec's cock dry.

The kid had been almost glowing, panting and moaning with lust. And he'd held his legs wide open, given himself over completely to be skewered on a cock that was not just hugely erect in it's dominant masculinity but was huge, full stop. How naturally Joe had taken to being controlled, how eager he was to have a big stud pound one orgasm after another from him, completely hands free.

I remembered that when he left my place later, after having been well and truly fucked by both Alec and me, he was so relaxed and cheerful. He'd given me a grin and wink as he walked out of the door. Cocky little bastard, he was now.

No, make that a well-cocked little bastard.

I was grateful to him for not giving the game away, though. I'd faked my second orgasm down Joe's throat so that my virility, my masculinity, had not been diminished in Alec's eyes.

Joe had certainly come a long way from that uncertain, tearful, innocent kid that had bared his soul to me at the gym, almost a year before. A million miles away from the youthful virgin who had been so desperate to be controlled and have his cherry popped. Huh, yeah, look at him now, the proud possessor of the hottest ass in the county!

He wasn’t the same bullied and humiliated, undersized and underdeveloped boy who'd been taunted by his peers at school anymore. Now, he oozed confidence. I suppose it was partly due to knowing that he was desirable, that his compact, athletic but hairless little body was definitely what many older top guys lusted for.

Yeah, sure, he had no pubes and a little uncircumcised dick, but that added to his appeal, rather than detracted from it. It made him seem even younger, more vulnerable. Not so much of an obvious threat to an older top guy's masculinity, maybe? I reckon that’s why all my straight mates found him so appealing.

And he really was very appealing! He was fucking cute, with his flawless golden skin and blonde hair. Being so short just helped to give him an aura of innocence. It made every hot bloodied male want to protect him, pet him, please him, dominate him, make him choke on a cock down his throat, prise his muscular little arse cheeks apart and thrust their raging erections right up to the balls in his hot little arse. Made every virile top man want to breed him, force his tight little ring to stretch open, make him take a rampant dick to the short and curlies in his throat. Then shoot a flood of sperm in him, from one end or the other, till his eyeballs swam. Joe revelled in being so desired, so sexually available. He'd really mastered the art of being passive, all right. And absolutely loved taking on more than one guy at a time, despite being so small.

Every single one of my mates had been slavering for another go with him. Joe's habit of being scarlet with embarrassment when stripped naked and his aura of virginal innocence made men want to assert their maleness and completely dominate him. He loved it. Loved being adored. Loved being taken by an aggressive, older top man. Because that was the only way he wanted to cum – by having his teenage spunk fucked out of him, and claiming the plentiful cum of a much larger, older and dominant male in return. As many men as possible.

Yes, little Joe had come on in leaps and bounds. He now knew himself for who he was, and was at ease with his own sexuality. Fully satisfied – in all ways – with his role as a bottom boy. And do you know what? I envied him. He knew exactly what he wanted and now had all the training he needed to get as much cock as he wanted. As much as he could hope for.

I knew that his training had been good. I’d trained him.

Joe was in a good place. The place that he wanted to be.

I thought about Alec, too. Fucking hell, he was masculine. I think the reason I’d never really been more than distantly polite to him when we were just neighbours was because I was in awe of him. He gave off this vibe of being so big, although in reality he was only a couple of inches taller than me. Much heavier though. Alec was bulky, a weightlifter's build. I reckon I had better musculature, but Alec was so...so...totally male, practically dripping testosterone. Bigger build, bigger body, way bigger cock, and his balls were massive!

I know that I’ve described him before as a Viķing and yes, that fits the bill. I could imagine him smashing skulls with his hands, raping and pillaging....

I mean, he was a quiet guy, he’d never been aggressive to me, never so much as even objected to any of my slightly rowdier parties. But somehow he looked so intimidating. Get past the caveman looks though, that constant perceived threat of imminent brutality, and he was fucking sex on legs, man! And yet, even though Alec was incredibly sexually dominant, he wasn't interested in just getting his own jollies. No wham, bam, thank you man from Alec.

No, Alec's satisfaction mostly came from getting his partner to practically melt with pleasure. I’d seen him make Joe explode with multiple orgasms.

Why? Because Alec was only now discovering real male on male sex and had to be the best? To make up for his lack of looks? He'd been straight before he met Joe. He'd told me about his divorce and his kids and losing his construction business. But now he embraced being a full-on boy fucker.

He'd snogged me, pulled me into him and held my arse cheeks in his shovel sized hands a couple of times, rimmed me good and proper, treating me as if I was his inferior. No, not inferior, get this right, Terry... treating me as if he desired me, as if I was going to be next. And I’d let him, felt myself lean into him, even. Huh, I’d even found myself fantasizing about him. 

Shit, he made me horny!

I envied Joe for being so certain of his own preferences, knowing himself, when I was now questioning myself. And what I wanted.

Ok, I’m not a shrink but I like to think that I’m honest enough about myself. I’m bi, I’ve played with Joe's little dick, other guy's dicks a bit too, when I’ve been in the mood for some boy arse instead of a nice, dripping snatch. Just as a comparison to mine, though, so that they can see I’m the man, that mine is bigger, that I'm the one who fucks. Some other fella's dick has never been my main interest though, never been the goal. Busting my nut in a mouth or arse has always been the goal.

I’ve always been the top, always been the one who controlled the action. It’s why I’ve always enjoyed having my partner – male or female – restrained in bondage. I have never, not once ever, wanted anything in my own arse. Strictly exit only, I’ve always said.

But when Alec had his hands on my bum, I wanted more. When he ran his finger over my hole, I wanted more. When he licked it and worked his tongue in, I shot like a sodding cannon up Joe's arse.

I recognised something about myself. I wanted to know what a proper prostate cum felt like. I wanted to know how it felt, to have an anal orgasm. To have my load pounded out of me. You gotta know how it feels to be a bottom, if you want to be a good top, right?

Fuck, I couldnt even get into being a top at the moment. I wanted...needed...to know what it meant to be taken. Fucked till I came, despite myself.

If ever I was going to experience being a bottom it could only be with someone who was an ALPHA. Alec was the most ALPHA male I’d ever seen. I was in awe of him. And I couldn't even get an erection now unless Alec was there to feed my lust.

I wanted Alec to fuck me.

Continued in Part 4