The Bottom Line

Bottom Line My lovers humorously call me a power bottom. If I didn’t love catching more than pitching, I’d be the type of gay stud I’m always hoping to meet at my favorite watering holes. I can top with the best of us, but for some reason I feel more confident prowling as the seductive female when picking out a mate.

I guess the greatest compliment I get is how many past confirmed bottoms believe I’m a top. I’m versatile enough to perform when I’m the only good-looking top available. I’m a good actor who knows how to copy the same hard-charging action I want my virile stallions to give me. I’m always gentle at first, but that all changes the moment I know they’re over their fear of me going balls deep like a battering ram. But on this night, I met Adam, and he was my ideal top. He was 6’ 1” with sculpted abs and an uncut cock not too big to fall in love with. Yes, I asked while we were still sharing a drink. I suggested we go back to my place, and Adam didn’t hesitate.

I told him that I love missionary the most. I knew I would soon get off when my cock started oozing. I loved watching Adam’s face reflect pure pleasure as he slid his manhood inside me. I encouraged him to tweak my nipples while he kept a slow pace thrusting in and out of my body. I purred and told him to keep it slow and deep, just like that, and I would cum for him. Adam smiled and gladly performed as commanded. And boy did I cum. With that gorgeous man fucking me just the way I like, my lustful desires let loose and I started yelling the filthiest gay smut you can imagine. Some of my favorites included: “Get the donuts ready, I’m about to glaze ‘em.” Or, when I stop cracking jokes, “OMG keep hitting my G-spot.” Or, “Keep doing it just like that and I’ll breed all over myself.”

I grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed them as hard as I could in anticipation of what I could already feel would be a mind-blowing orgasm. Between my guttural grunts and several “oh my Gods,” I asked him to French kiss me into submission.  As his hips slowly but firmly smacked my thighs, I shot a torrential load of cum between our stomachs. I could tell he wanted to unload as well, but I asked him to wait because the best was yet to come.

My bed’s headboard has a couple of sturdy custom handles to accommodate my lovemaking. I reached back for the handholds on my headboard so I could pull away just enough to flip around to my knees. Adam figured it out quickly when I reached back to guide his raging erection back inside of me. 

I pulled a signature move by arching my back as I seductively squealed with delight. Adam, like most tops, obviously preferred that position for his final act.  The handholds on the headboard allowed me to push back against his thrusts with such force that he almost lost his balance. He quickly found his rhythm and we started to fuck like there was no tomorrow. 

My tight grip anchored me so I can push and pound back at him with amazing strength and speed. Previous lovers have described this signature move of mine as if they were fucking a jackhammer toy set on to the highest speed it can go.

I told Adam to grab my hips and hang on because I’m about to rock his world.  Then came more dirty talk, “Fuck me hard and deep you gorgeous stud. I want all of you inside me. Breed me like we’re trying for a baby. Give me your seed and I’ll cum for you again. You’ve earned it.”

When he was ready to explode and I added a little shake to my back thrusts against him. Adam came with a long hard string of “fucks” “OMGs” and grunts that may have been words, but I couldn’t tell. I truly relished feeling his juices spilling out of my ass. I could picture us in my mind from the other side of the room where I was recording our gay tryst. I asked him to let me turn around so he can cool down inside me again in the missionary position. As he fills me with that beautiful cock, we stare into each other’s eyes in appreciation of the great sex we shared. I loved the feeling of him gliding across our cum-covered bodies rubbing our nipples together. We French kissed for a while and cuddled a bit more until it was time to clean up. I have a whole different description of what we did in the shower, but you’ll have to wait for that in another story.