The Dark Side

I realized I like dudes when I turned 18 and entered college. Ok, not so much realized I liked dudes but rather stopped being in denial that I liked dudes. I went through puberty and high school fighting it hard. I did the whole church thing, pray the gay away. I played all the sports, football, baseball, wrestling, figuring if I did that then it would prove to myself that I wasn’t a homo because I assumed gay dudes didn’t play sports. But it didn’t work. I ended up being a gay dude who loved sports and excelled in them. And not to mention playing sports and locker rooms go hand and hand. When you’re trying to deny your gayness but yet you continue to surround yourself with naked guys in communal showers, you’re setting yourself up for defeat. The only benefit from it was collecting dozens of visuals for my spank bank after practice.

I worked out like a fiend and got lean and mean. My body reacted well to training and it was all 195-pounds of muscle by my senior year so, no problem getting girls, if you’re into that sort or thing. For my cover I had multiple girlfriends and lots of sex. I mean LOTS of sex even though I was never into it no matter how hard I tried. I had to picture a hot naked guy to keep myself hard during sex with a girl. My go-to was Chris Hemsworth because I got a thing for the big dudes. Can you blame me? Who doesn’t want to smash with a six-four, 200-pound Australian god with a big, sexy muscular body?

I fought being gay until I couldn’t take it anymore. College was a new start for me. College was going to be the place where I let lose and explore the thing that I’d ran from all my life. And let me tell you, I let lose with a vengeance. College was a different world. It was a place I could find sex at almost any time, day, or night. You just had to know where to look. I learned the language and cues to pick up another dude, like if a dude holds your eye contact longer than five seconds, dude wants your D.

I felt like such a newbie when I first started having dude sex. I hate that feeling, being naïve and inexperienced. It should have been just like fucking girls, find the hole, stick it in. But no, not at first. But after a while I was all about it. Fucking any hot guy with a nice body.

Of course, I started off topping. I had seen enough gay porn to know getting fucked looked painful, so I wasn’t excited about trying to bottom. Also, as I started to bed down more and more dudes, I found I loved to fuck them on their backs because I got off seeing their faces when I penetrated them. It was always painful expressions but after a while their expressions changed, eyes rolled back in their heads, and they begged for more cock. They saw me as a god. It was a power trip for me. I always tried to fuck dudes who looked like me, my build, my attitude so most were jocks or at least they looked like jocks. Seeing a big masculine muscled up frat boy turn into a bitch before my very eyes while my dick was in his ass was an adrenaline rush for me. It was easy for me because I looked like the kind of guy that a dude like that would want to be with and vice versa.

It was a year or so before I took a walk on the “dark side”, what I called bottoming. I hadn’t planned to or anything. It just kind of happened. I guess it had to be the right circumstances, the right time, and the right guy.

An insane house party on a Saturday night is where the “dark side” found me. My best friend Rowan dragged me to the party. I didn’t want to go. I was tired, had a long week. I just got back from the gym, and he coaxed me into going with him. I drank some coffee to liven up and off we went.

Rowan was my best friend since freshman orientation. We hit it off immediately, and it didn’t hurt he was very attractive and had a nice tight muscular body, so I had ulterior motives. But he was straight, so I had to let that go. After a few weeks of knowing him, I told him I was gay. He didn’t give a shit. He was the first straight man I’d talked about my sexuality, and he didn’t even care.

“Ok, so there’s this girl...,”

I rolled my eyes. “Dude, there’s always THIS girl.”

“Fuck off,” Rowan told me, waving me away. “Listen. There’s this girl I met in the admin office yesterday. She said she was going to be here tonight.”

“You dragged me to a fucking house party for a girl?” I asked him, tilted head, frowny face, squinty judgmental eyes.

“I couldn’t show up alone, dude. I would look like a loser. DON’T SAY IT.” Rowan pointed at me.

He cut me off at the pass. He knew I was going to confirm that yes, he was already a loser.

“Hey. I said nothing,” I said with as innocent of a tone as I could muster. “So, what the fuck am I supposed to do if you hook up with this chic? I’m not standing here alone all night.”

He shrugged his built shoulders. “I dunno. There’s got to be at least one guy here you can blow or whatever you like to do,” he said sarcastically.

I shook my head. “You’re an idiot,” I said bluntly. “Get me a beer.”

We walked into the house, and I followed him to the keg and filled my red Solo cup.

“You got it easy,” Rowan said before taking a drink.

I looked at him confused. “What?”

“Gay dudes have it fucking easy. You guys don’t play games. You just walk up to each other and say ‘wanna fuck?’ and off you go.”

I laughed. “Dude, it’s not quite like that.”

“Bullshit. Just look at you! Have you ever had any dude turn you down?” he asked.

I thought about it, and he was right. “I guess not.”

“See! You proved my point. Dudes that look like you always get laid. Hell, even I questioned my sexuality the first time I met you,” he said with a chuckle.

Like I said, I thought he was fucking hot the first time we met. I would have fucked him before the first day was over.

“You couldn’t handle me,” I said with a cocky smirk. There’s no way he could. I’m an aggressive top and verbal. I would have broken him in half.

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever, pretty boy. Let’s go take a loop.”

There were a couple of guys there I knew from classes. A few of my baseball team mates. I guess it may not be that bad to hang out for a while.

Rowan was chatting up a couple of girls while I leaned against a door and scoped out the room. There were a lot of attractive guys, a few that were my type, the others were skinny pretty boys. I preferred more meat on their bones. I thought you never know who is at these straight parties.

I was admiring the few guys that I did find very hot when HE walked by me. Holy shit the dude had an amazing back, big traps, nice round shoulders, hard triceps, tiny waist, and an ass that was high and tight. His jeans were so tight. His legs were thick with muscle. He looked to be a few inches taller then my six-one, and he had thick brown hair. The front had to be just as good as the back. What a specimen. He was my type exactly, from the back anyway. I pictured my cock sawing in and out of his ass. His back muscles straining and flexing under my weight. He was moaning my name and told me to cum in his ass.

Cue the record scratch... He had a girl in tow. She was small and petite, blonde hair, great body, the kind I used to fuck in high school. She held onto his outstretched hand as he led her through the crowded room. Why are all the perfect ones straight?

I wasn’t going to let him being straight deter me from seeing what his face looked like. Hell, with a body like that who cares what his face looked like? So, I did what any horny 19-year-old gay frat boy would do, I followed them. They got a beer refill and meandered around until she found a girl that he obviously knew, and they started chatting away. The dude turned around to scan the room and fuck yes. He was gorgeous. I was across the room, but his square jaw, cleft chin and glowing blue eyes were easy to make out. He had some stubble on his jaw which was sexy as shit. Damn, he was handsome. The front of his body was just as good as the back, big chest, great biceps. He was perfect.

He looked around the room, bored out of his skull with the conversation his girlfriend was having. He didn’t want to be there, and it was obvious. He drank his beer, glanced around from time to time, looking like he just wanted to leave. He nodded hello to someone he knew as they walked past him. He was a quiet guy, maybe even shy. He just looked very uncomfortable. Girls were whispering to each other and pointing at him. I’m sure he gets that a lot.

I watched him look around. His eyes moved in my direction. He looked past me and then quickly back at me. A shot of electricity shot though me when our eyes made contact. He held the eye contact with me. Silently, I counted in my head to five, but he was still staring until 10. I looked away briefly, with the purpose of looking back at him to see if he was still staring. He was. What could I do but acknowledge him? I gave a single nod. He did the same. Holy shit. He wants my D!

So, if I had to guess, he was closeted, hence the bitch he was with, but he played with dudes on the side because he knew how to cruise. I’d had sex with closeted dudes before, so I didn’t care. I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, I just wanted to fuck his ass. Closeted dudes were the most fun anyway. They had a lot of pent-up sexual frustration, and they were bitter because they had been relegated to fucking pussy to keep their cover. I knew what that was like. They flocked to me because I looked straight, and it could be that I’m a fucking stud with big muscles.

There was a lot of eye fucking between us. At one point, Rowan found me and told me about the girl he was here to see. He had found her, and they were going to take off. I told him I was good and to go on. When I looked back to where the hot dude was, he was gone. FUCK! Where did he go?

I looked all over the room, out the window. I started to make way towards the back part of the house when I walked right into him. We were chest to chest for a second. I looked up at him. Maybe he was taller than I thought. He was intimidating, very big, very gruff looking.

“Sorry, man,” he said in a quiet, rich baritone voice. His facial expression was serious.

“No, it’s all good. I wasn’t paying attention,” I replied nonchalantly trying not to look to impressed with his size and stature.

“You sure about that?” he smirked.

I paused and gave him a crooked smile. “About what?” I played dumb. I couldn’t stop watching his lips as he spoke.

“You seemed to be paying attention a few minutes ago. Well, before your buddy interrupted us.” His hushed tone was sexy as fuck. He still had the cocky smirk. He thought he was catching me in a lie. He smelled like a freaking pine forest, clean and fresh with a hint of musk.

I looked around to see if anyone was listening as he was speaking in a hushed tone. I assumed he was being cautious. I guess maybe he wasn’t so shy after all.

“He’s gone now. You again have my undivided attention,” I said boldly. If he was going to flirt, then I was going to give it back.

He studied me for a few seconds. I looked at him nervously. He gave me a nod of approval like he decided I was worth his time.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Landon.”

“I’m Brock,” he said. We shook hands, very firm, very strong.

“Of course, you are,” I said sarcastically. He’s what I picture a guy named Brock would look like.

He studied my face again. No expression, just staring like he was sizing me up. His iridescent blue eyes were mesmerizing. His lantern jaw clenched. He nodded again, just once. He liked my sarcasm, or he thought I was arrogant. Whichever didn’t matter. For me it was just going to be a pump and dump anyway.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” I asked him, a power move to make him uncomfortable, show him my dominance.

He shrugged. “Why do you care?” he replied without hesitation with a slight scowl. It was like I was ruining his buzz by bringing her up. I suddenly wished I hadn’t said that. I didn’t want to piss the big guy off.

I shrugged. “I Just like to know who my competition is,” I replied back quickly, sounding very confident to the point of arrogance.

He scoffed and then just stared at me. His eyes flickered down my chest and then back up to my eyes. “Wherever you are, there is no competition.”

Nice pick-up line. “Oh, you’re a sweet talker aren’t ya?” I said condescendingly. I’ve heard every pickup line in the book by now.

“How else am I going to get into your pants?” he said before taking a guzzle or his beer. Fuck, this guy was really confident and bold. It was a huge turn on.

I smiled. “You’re such a player.”

“And you’re playing hard to get,” he countered.

This time I scoffed. “You’re here with your girl, bro. I ain’t playing hard to get. I’m just waiting to see how you’re going to get rid of her so we can jet.”

He grinned. He tipped his cup to tap mine. “This ain’t my first rodeo, cowboy.”

“Cowboy?” I said with a raised eyebrow. “You already gave me a nick name? Is that in case you forget my name while we’re fucking?”

He leaned in and said in my ear, “I’ll call you all kinds of names while we’re fucking.”

I like verbal guys and what he just said made my dick twitch. I envisioned suddenly, rutting around with him in bed and he was calling me a bitch. I don’t know why but that visualization gave me a dry mouth. I nodded in respect to him. I tried to salvage what I could of my ego, so, I then chugged down the rest of my beer and tossed the cup away. As a show of dominance, I didn’t hesitate as I took his cup from his hand and chugged down the rest of his beer. I threw the cup down and looked up at him.

“You just drank my beer,” he said with a little bit of annoyance on his face. I could tell he wasn’t used to someone challenging him. “That’s a serious no-no, cowboy.” He stood up straighter, more imposing. “Now, how about you go get me another one.”

Boy, that pissed him off. But I didn’t care this time.

“You’re done with beer. Not done with me.”

He paused. His eyes flickered again to my arms then back to my eyes.

“No. No I’m not. That’s a mistake you won’t make again. You’re lucky you’re hot as fuck.”

The way he said that was like a thirsty man in the desert and I was a cold glass of water. I drew close to his ear so he could hear me better over the loud music. I wanted him to hear the authority in my voice.

I took a chance with what I was about to say. The man was big, bigger than me, but I didn’t want him to think he was intimidating although I’m pretty sure he knew I was. “Dump the bitch,” I stated. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

He smirked like he does. “Alright, cowboy.” He looked around the room for her. “Meet me out front in two minutes.”

“Good.” I headed towards the door. He headed to his girl who was chattering away in the corner with the same girl.

I waited and sure enough, he came out two minutes later. I watched him walk down the front steps and I swallowed hard. His body was incredible. His tight blue jeans wrapped around his thick quads, his t-shirt was plastered against his muscle. God, he was handsome.

He walked past me and mumbled, “Let’s go, cowboy. I’m driving.”

“What did you tell her?” I asked, curious as how he got away so easily.

“Why do you care?” he asked me for the second time tonight.

“I’d like to hear what kind of excuse a guy tells his girlfriend so he can get away and have sex with a dude.”

“She’s a fucking idiot. She’s hot but dumb as dirt. I told her I was going to go get high with a buddy.”

“Good excuse.”

“Thanks. I have a lot of experience doing this,” he said looking straight ahead as we walked.

“I imagine so.”

He stopped at a black Ford F150, lifted, and with big tires. It was spotless and gleamed under the streetlight. I heard him unlock the door with his fob, but he continued to the other side of the truck. I watched him with curiosity. He stopped and looked back at me.

“You comin?” he asked impatiently.

I furrowed my brow, not understanding at all what was going on. I walked around the front of the truck to his side. He opened the passenger door and stood aside. He was opening the door for me? I was thrown off again. I just looked at him like I was stupid, like I’d never seen a door before.

“Are you going to get in, cowboy?” he asked me with his hand stretched out towards the inside of the truck.

Again, I hesitated. What dude fucking opens a car door for another dude? It made me feel like I was weaker or something. Like he was taking me on a date, and I was his bitch girlfriend. He acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. I slowly, with confusion plastered on my face, climbed up into the cab. He shut the door behind me before going to his side of the truck and getting in.

He started the truck and country music came over the radio. It fit him. He looked like he grew up on a farm somewhere. He concentrated on driving, not looking at me for a few minutes. Me, on the other hand, couldn’t stop staring at his profile. He had a roman nose and perfect lips. I watched his biceps flex when he turned the wheel. I watched his big legs in his tight jeans. Man, he was a very hot dude. I became mesmerized, enchanted by his demeanor, his body, his attitude. He was a man’s man, a real man who wanted to be with a real man. That man was me.

He finally looked over and caught me staring. “You good?” he asked with concern on his face.

I snapped out of my thoughts. “Yeah. Yeah, why do you ask?”

He shrugged. “You seem nervous.”

I chuckle nervously. “Me? No, I’m not nervous. Why would I be nervous?”

“Yeah, you’re right. You’re probably used to this. Done this a hundred times.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Dude, not a hundred times. I’m not a slut.”

“Yes, you are,” he countered without even thinking about it.

I looked at him with disbelief. “Wow. You just called me a slut. You’re a keeper,” I said dripping sarcasm.

“Come on, cowboy. You’ve been swinging that dick around town, and you know it. I have a feeling you’re no stranger to a bath house either.”

Ok, he had me there. I did enjoy being watched while I fucked some random muscle guy. And bath houses are where I cut my teeth on gay sex. My silence gave me away.

He shook his head. “Thought so.”

“Isn’t it ok for guys to be sluts? That’s what I’ve always been told.” I said matter-of-factly.

“I don’t give a shit if you’re a slut, cowboy.”

“I wouldn’t think so since it sounds like you do this a lot, sneaking off with dudes I mean.”

“It’s totally acceptable for a top to sneak off on a girl if he sees a better ass to fuck,” he stated as he turned a corner. “But a gay dude who bottoms all over town, it might give me pause. It

MIGHT,” he emphasized. “It depends on how fucking hot the guy is and how nice his ass is.”

I sat there stupefied. This dude thought I was a bottom? Why in the fuck would he think I was a bottom? I flinched when he implied it. I opened my mouth to speak but he glanced over at me with that stern look, that fucking beautiful jaw that was clenched and I closed my mouth. His powerful arms flexing as they maneuvered the truck. His powerful chest stretching his t-shirt to the limits. I was intimidated but him. He exuded an alpha energy. For the first time in my life, I was intimidated by another man. I suddenly felt small, out of my element, powerless, even though he hadn’t laid a hand on me. I squirmed in my seat because my cock was hard, and I needed to adjust.

He noticed my fidgeting and my uncomfortableness. I looked at him and then looked out the windshield. I cleared my throat. “So, should I be flattered?”

He smirked at me. “Like I said, I couldn’t care less if you’re a slut because you’re one of the hottest dudes I’ve ever seen. There was no way I was going to let you out of my sight, cowboy.”

“Are we sticking with cowboy then?” I asked sarcastically.

“Dude, I already forgot your name,” he said so effortlessly. He saw me as a cumdump and nothing else. I knew his type because I’m the same way. I was never looking for a boyfriend. I just wanted to make up for lost time by fucking anything that moved.

I nodded my head and thought I was getting a taste of my own medicine. But there was something about him wanting to fuck me. I guess I was flattered since a dude that looks like him, who can literally have anyone he wants, wants me in his bed. I had the feeling he was picky and didn’t just fuck anyone. I guess the thought of him on top of me, his weight, his scent, did something to me. He made my heart pound and my palms sweat. For the first time, I could see myself getting fucked. I guess he was the right man at the right time.

Then, he put his hand on my knee and ran it up my quad and back down. He whistled his approval. His hand stayed on my knee. His voice was sultry and sexy. “Hey. You’re good. Don’t be nervous.”

I looked down at his hand and then up to his face, him occasionally glancing out the front window to steer. “I’m not,” I said calmly.

“I know, cowboy. You’re a big boy. It’ll be fine.” He patted my knee. He acted like he knew I was cherry. Maybe something in my face or my mannerisms made him aware of it.

I nodded my head silently. He flipped over his hand, palm up. He was so fucking confusing. One minute he was a total dick, the next he wanted me to hold his hand. I looked at the hand, it was so big, some callouses, so masculine. I slowly placed my hand in his. He interlaced our fingers and held my hand tightly, romantically. It felt really good. It was warm and his grip was soft yet firm at the same time. We held hands all the way to his place. After a few minutes, it seemed natural.

He parked the truck in front of an apartment building. He squeezed my hand and smiled. I followed him up to his apartment. I had the most spectacular view of his ass. It was so muscular, sat high and it looked so tight. There was still something inside me that wanted to bury my bone in that ass in the worst way.

We entered his apartment. He set his keys and phone down on the counter and turned to me. He took my hand and gently pulled me to him.

“C’mere,” he said softly. He pulled me close and kissed me. It was a short kiss but I fucking saw fireworks. His breath tasted like beer which I liked. He looked me in the eyes, put one hand on my jaw and the other behind my head and drew me into another kiss. It was a little longer, but it was slow and sensual. I don’t think I had ever been kissed that way before.

He cradled my face as he pulled back and looked in my eyes. I put my arms around his shoulders, and we kissed again. This time it was more passionate. I felt like my legs were made of rubber.

“My handsome cowboy,” he whispered. He cupped my ass and squeezed it. A growl escaped his mouth.

I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say and I was getting into it more every second.

“Come on,” he said, grasping my hand and leading me. He led me to his bedroom where we kissed some more. He put his arms around me and hugged me tight as we kissed. I felt myself being led backwards until I felt the edge of the bed on the back of my knees. His grasp tightened as I felt myself being slowly lowered to the bed. It was so fucking romantic. He was heavy laying on me. I felt his back and his ass while he moved his body over mine. We made out for what seemed like forever. We couldn’t get enough of each other.

He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled up. “Let’s get these off of you.” He undressed me until I was down to my tight boxer briefs. He stood up next to the bed and looked down at me, his eyes scanning my body. He shook his head and said, “Damn, cowboy. Your body is fucking beautiful.”

I smiled at him. “Thanks.”

He stripped down for me. He slid his underwear off and a thick, veiny cock flopped out and stuck straight up. It had to be at least 8 inches.

“Wow,” I said, staring at his cock.

“Hey, cowboy. My eyes are up here,” he said grinning.

I looked up at him and then scrambled like a blur on my hands and knees and took his cock in my mouth.

“Whoa!” he gasped. “Damn, wasting no time, are you?”

I mumbled something as I swallowed his perfect cock down my throat. It tasted so good. It was so thick and so warm in my mouth. I’m not a big fan of sucking cock but oh my god, there’s no way I could stop myself.

He placed his hands on my head, interlaced his fingers in my hair and held tight. I put my hands on his quads and felt how powerful and smooth they were while I sucked him.

I felt his hands grip my hair and pull. He wanted to control me, and I let him. He wasn’t rough but I could tell he wanted to be. I wanted him to in a weird way. If I was going to be with a man like him, for Christ’s sake, rough me up! But he had other plans.

He suddenly pulled my head away from his cock. His body was tense.

“I almost came. I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He pulled me up and eased me back down onto the bed. He pulled my underwear off and my cock slapped up against my abs. “Wow. Nice cock,” he said.

He lay down on top of me again and we made out. His cock pressed against mine. He raised his head and looked into my eyes. He just stared and stared. I got lost in his eyes. He brushed a lock of hair from my forehead.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispered and then pecked me on the lips.

I was quiet looking up at him. I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him I was scared as shit. But he knew.

“Look, I know it’s your first time.”

“You do?” I asked surprised.

“Yeah. I can tell a guy who’s never been fucked.”

“Oh. So, you know then that I’m freaking out here.”

“Yeah, cowboy. I promise I’ll go easy,” he said quietly. Kissed me on the lips.

He reached up and took a bottle of lube off his bedside table. He skillfully poured some on his fingers and my ass. When his finger went into my ass, I flinched and gritted my teeth. He had his other arm wrapped around me, kissing me while he fingered me.

“Shhh, cowboy. It’s ok. You’re doing good,” he whispered in a soothing voice. “Let your man in.”

I listened to his deep but soft voice. He entered another finger and another. He was soon fingering me deep, loosening me, grazing my nut. I felt his weight shift, but he kept kissing me. He crawled between my legs and spread them open with his knees. He withdrew his fingers which made me gasp. His mouth tasted so good. I loved his beard rubbing against mine. I felt his cock nudge at my hole. He pushed in and I tensed up.

“It’s ok, cowboy. Relax. Breath,” he soothed.

I squeezed him tight, my arms wrapped around his neck. My teeth were clenched, and I was grunting and trying to breath.

“That’s it, cowboy. Open up. Let your man in.”

I took a deep breath and spread my legs farther.

“Push out, babe.”

I pushed out and he slid right in. My eyes burst open and my mouth fell open wide. He took my face in his hands and pecked me continuously on the lips. “That’s it. That’s it. Good boy.”

He lay still on top of me, his cock buried in my ass, my legs spread wide. He let me get used to the thickness.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I mumbled in his ear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“It’s ok, cowboy. You’re a fucking natural. I’m going to start to fuck you now. Just relax and breath, ok, babe?”

I nodded my head. He slowly slid out to the tip and slowly slid back in. I felt so full. His action became faster and faster. Then something incredible happened. I looked over his shoulder and saw my legs were floating in the air. Without realizing it, I had spread my legs open after lifting them into the air. I could feel his cock more intensely. I watch my feet wobble up and down with each thrust.

He saw me looking over his shoulder and looked too. He smiled and turned back to me.

“That’s right, cowboy. Spread those legs for your man. Spread’em wide. Open your ass for me.”

I was entranced at the euphoric pleasure I was feeling between his cock in my ass, my legs in the air like some whore and his beautiful fucking body controlling my own.

“Oh my God, Brock. I love your cock inside me. Holy shit.” I writhed around, my head thrashing back and forth as he picked up his pace and found a steady rhythm. I had never felt anything so good in my life.

My legs wrapped around his waist, interlocking my heels on the small of his back. I pulled him down for a kiss. I squeezed my hole at tight as possible. His head popped up.

“Squeeze that ring for me, cowboy. Your hole is so tight, babe.”

My cock was so hard, it was leaking. I reached down to stroke it.

“Stroking that cock, big boy?” he mused. “Stroke that big cock of yours while your man fucks you?”

I just moaned and groaned as I stroked myself. “Fuck me, Brock. Fuck!”

“That’s right, cowboy. Get yourself off with me. Watch me fucking you. Watch your man fucking your hole, making you mine.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. “Brock, I’m gonna cum. Oh god!”

He fucked me faster. “Yeah, yeah, babe! Cum while I’m inside you, cowboy. Do it! Come while your man is inside you!”

And cum I did. I roared while cum jetted up to my neck and face. Big globs of it. The most cum I’ve ever shot in my life. My legs had locked out straight above, spread open, the muscle strained followed by the rest of my body as I convulsed.

Brock was grinning down at me. He started to long-dick me, biting his bottom lip, loving seeing my hunky body convulse and spray. “Sweet! So fucking slutty, cowboy.”

He reached back, lifted my legs, and took my ankles and spread them wide while he held on. He slammed into my ass and the look on his face was devious and determined. His face was turning red, and a vein popped up on his forehead.

“Come inside me, Brock! Come inside me!” I begged.

“You want my cum in your slut ass, cowboy?”

“Come inside your boy!” I yelled out.

That did it because he howled like a werewolf, and I felt a bust of warmth flood my hole. His body shook and he kept thrusting in with each volley. He pushed my legs back, pressing my knees to my chest. He kept invading my hole, every muscle in his body was pumped and popped.

Finally, he collapsed on top of me. His body was hot and sweaty which made it all sexier. He was till inside me and still hard. We were heaving and panting. When we caught our breath, he raised himself up and kissed me.

“Fuck, cowboy. Your ass is meant for cock.”

I smiled. “Apparently it is.”

“I knew the first minute I saw you, you would be a great fuck,” he bragged.

“Funny. I thought the same about you,” I laughed.

“Ah, no way babe. I’m your man. You needed a man inside you, handsome.”

“Maybe so,” I replied unsure.

“Think you can go again?” he asked. I could feel him flexing his cock in my hole.

“I was thinking this was a one-time thing,” I told him, my voice hoarse.

“What?” he asked. “No, cowboy. No, you’re a natural. You love this.”

“I do?” I said with raised eyebrows.

“Are you kidding me? Babe, your ass was sucking me in. It wanted me inside of it. YOU wanted me inside. It was the best sex you’ve ever had. Tell me it wasn’t.”

I hesitated. “It was good.”

He scoffed. “Good? Good? It was the best you will ever have, Landon.”

I was surprised. “So, you DO remember my name.”

He grinned. “How the hell could I ever forget the name of a fucking gorgeous guy like you?”

I shrugged. “But you can keep calling me cowboy. I kind of like it.”

“No problem, cowboy.” He kissed me and we made out. I could feel his cock starting to move back and forth which made me gasp.

“Am I your man, Landon?” he asked me with a serious look.

“Sure,” I answered, starting to feel full again.

“Landon. Am I your man?” he asked again.

I looked up at him. He was so hypnotic. “Yes, Brock.”

“Tell me I’m your man.”

I swallowed hard. “You’re... you’re my man.”

“And where does your man belong?”

“Inside of me.”

“Good boy,” he said before he kissed me and picked up his speed.

We fucked all night off and on between naps. He was so romantic and passionate, something I’ve never felt before.

I woke up to the smell of coffee. I slid my boxer briefs on and followed the smell. Brock was standing in the kitchen in nothing but his own boxer briefs. Waking up to that scene was something a guy could get used to.

“Morning, cowboy,” he said handing me a cup or coffee.

“Thanks,” I said taking the coffee and smelling it. I love the smell of fresh coffee.

“How are you feeling?”

I thought about it, shrugged, and replied, “I’m doing ok. A little sore,” I laughed nervously.

“Sorry. It’s something you’ll get used to.”

I had the cup halfway to my lips and stopped. I’ll get used to it? I don’t know if I wanted to get used to it. That’s not the way I am. And was he suggesting there would be a repeat?

“Look, Brock, last night was amazing but...”

His face went cold, he set his cup down. “But what?”

I tried to look like I wasn’t trying to be a dick. “But... but this was just a one-time deal.”

He looked upset and he furrowed his brows. “Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Why are you getting upset, Brock?”

“I’ve never let a dude stay over the whole night and then serve him coffee in the morning.”

“Ok. So, am I supposed to feel honored or something?”

He looked surprised. “I thought we had a connection.”

I was taken aback. “I thought you called me a slut, a few times.”

“Come on, Landon,” he protested.

“And you have a fucking girlfriend. Are you saying you want to be fuck buddies behind her back?”

“I don’t do fuck buddies,” he said sounding offended.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me you date women and fuck guys on the side and you don’t have a regular dude you fuck?”

“Not a regular guy. Some repeats but nothing regular,” he said, upset and defensive.

“Well, I do,” I said matter-of-factly.

He stared me down. I think I had actually hurt his feelings.

“I assumed you did,” he told me.

“Ok, so, why are you getting so butt-hurt?”

He shook his head. “Wow. You are something else. Are you really this selfish?”

I couldn’t believe he was being so sensitive about all this. He didn’t seem like the type.

“Dude, I’m not being selfish. I’m being me.”

“Jesus Christ, Landon,” he mumbled putting his hands on the counter and shaking his head.

“What? Did you want to date or something?”

He looked up at me and just said, “Or something.”

I was speechless. Was he falling in love with me? Was he not really that brooding, handsome, rough around the edges guy from last night? I wasn’t ready to date anyone. And I wasn’t going to date some closet case either. I spent all of my life in the closet, I wasn’t going to do that again.

“I think I better go,” I announced. I went into the bedroom and dressed. I came back out and he was standing in front of the window, staring out, cup of coffee in hand.

“I’ll see you around,” I said but he never turned around. I watched him standing there. His silhouette was like a superhero. I waited for a response but nothing. “Ok,” I said as I opened the door and left.

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