True Stories Series

The Dating Game

For some reason whenever I go to a gay bar and there is some kind of audience participation show going on, I always get picked from the audience to go on stage. Most of the time it’s because the drag queen running the show thinks I’m straight and wants to try and embarrass me on stage; a little “slap and tickle”. Sometimes I play along because I like the attention. I’ll pretend I’m straight and gay guys love that shit. I know I do; the unobtainable straight guy at a gay bar forced to go beyond his comfort zone. Surprise! I just “look” like a straight guy so slap and tickle me all you want.

I’m not a stereotypical gay guy. I don’t dress in designer clothes. I’m comfortable in jeans, t-shirt and boots, sometimes a ball cap so in a gay bar I tend to get noticed. I’m former military so I had to do a good job of hiding my sexual preference. I learned to be uber-butch so sometimes it’s hard to drop that façade and that can make me unapproachable. I’m blessed with that boy-next-door, squeaky clean, farm boy look. I’m built like a wrestler or a football player with a solid body and square jaw. I’ve been engaged twice to two different girls, but the military showed me that with a base full of men, it was easy to experiment. Needless to say, I chose dudes.

This particular night, a San Diego gay bar was hosting a Dating Game show for charity. I stood in the back, leaning against a pillar, drinking a beer. I was newly single and honestly, I was trying to get laid. There was a plethora of Marines and Navy men and having been in the military, I still had the military look. Some habits are hard to break. My hair was still regulation neat and trim and I was clean shaven.

I worked out before going out, so I was pumped. My t-shirt was one size to small and my jeans where too. I’ve always been proud of my ass and legs. I get a lot of attention because of them. My clothes were advertising I was available and ready to fuck, top or bottom didn’t matter.

I stood back watching the show begin and I feel a hand on my ass, which I was used to. Doesn’t mean I necessarily cared for it, but I was horny. I turned to see who was fondling me and I was greeted with a guy almost half my size. I looked down and gave him a crooked smile. I’m not a giant, only five-eleven. This guy had to be about five-five, not more than five-six. He was a cute guy, about five years younger, hundred-forty pounds or so to my two-hundred-pounds. He wore a ball cap, skintight t-shirt, tight faded jeans and a pair of black Doc Martins. He was a little stud. His body was tight and lean and muscular like a gymnast. I may had found an eager little muscle boy to fuck that night.

“Fucking nice ass,” he said, bypassing a hello. He ran his hand over my ass. He was bold and blunt. I like that.

I grinned. “Thanks.”

His hand remained on my ass as it squeezed and rubbed. I wasn’t sure if he was going to stop. He just kept doing it.

“Fuck,” he said. He reached up, clasped my shoulder and pulled it down, making me lean down. He whispered into my ear, “Fuckable. I bet it’s tight.” His expression was sexy, serious, and his eyes told me he was looking for a fuck.

I was a little taken aback because I wasn’t expecting that from him. You see, guys his size are almost always bottoms and submissive to guys like me. Usually, when they hit on me, it’s because they want a bigger guy to top them, dominate them. I had the feeling he was not one of those guys.

I’ve been known to be flirtatious if I am in the mood. If I don’t want to be bothered, I’ll let you know. I was stumped with this guy. I just wasn’t used to a guy his size putting out such an alpha vibe. I always topped guys like him, not the other way around. I had to be in the mood to bottom so I didn’t usually do so. I was more top, and I preferred it that way. It took a special type of dude, usually bigger than me, to make me want to bottom. It was all about his attitude and masculine aggressiveness. I liked aggressive. If I’m going to bottom for a guy, he better be strong and dominate.

“That’s what they say,” I whispered back with a wink.

He slapped and grabbed my ass a few more times.

“I want inside you,” he said quietly but forcibly.

“Do you, now?” I asked still surprised with his brashness. This guy took what he wanted; it was obvious.

“Yeah. I do,” he replied. He looked intensely into my eyes as he bit his bottom lip. He was cocky. I like cocky.

“I don’t know, man. I’ve got some size over you,” I flirted. “Not sure you can handle me,” I said with another wink.

He squeezed my bicep and then felt up my chest. This dude had no boundaries, whatsoever. It was turning me on. This small stud was getting me hard.

“I can handle a man your size, big guy. I’m into fucking big guys like you,” he almost growled.

“You’re awfully sure of yourself, little man,” I said with a raised eyebrow.

“Trust me, I’m not little where it counts.”

His hand on my ass traveled down lower and I could feel his finger pressing against the denim covering my hole. I flinched as I was not expecting that at all.

“Whoa, cowboy. You’re getting ahead of yourself,” I said uncomfortably as I removed his hand from my ass.

“You’re looking to get fucked, aren’t you, big guy?” he asked with a cocky sneer.

“What makes you say that?”

“I know your type. Your clothes are way too tight. Showing off this body, this ass. You’re looking to put out.”

Now, he was coming off douchey. That last thing he said didn’t come off flirty. He was disrespecting me, talking to me like I was a whore or something. He just assumed I would bottom for him. Don’t get me wrong, douchebags have their purpose; a hot one-night stand but that’s it. He was taking too much control. I didn’t like to lose control with smaller guys. Maybe it’s an insecurity thing but it was hard to wrap my head around.

“I’m not looking for anything in particular. I’ll know it when I see it,” I replied, a little angry. Maybe this guy was TOO forward.

“Oh, looks like the big man is sensitive,” he said with sarcasm. “That’s hot.”

I cocked my head and chuckled. “Uh, no. I’m getting molested in a bar by a guy half my size. Maybe I don’t like it. I’m being an asshole with you because I have a feeling you respond better to that.”

He stood silently for quite some time. I turned to watch the show hoping he would go away. But that’s when I felt a hand on my ass again. I tried to ignore him. He knew I was trying to ignore him. He aggressively massaged my ass harder. Unfortunately, it was turning me on.

When I bottom, I like the guy to take control and use me the way he wants. I don’t mind being treated like a common whore if the guy is confident, aggressive and makes it clear he’s taking my ass and not taking no for an answer. This guy was doing just that. My dick was getting hard.

I turned and looked down at him. I gave him my best ‘don’t fuck with me’ expression and he gave it right back. His hand dug in harder and his finger found my hole. He pressed it against the denim again and my eyes shut as I gasped. It was hot. He wanted in.

“Don’t be this way, big guy. You know you want to put out for me tonight.” His facial expression was downright devious. He pressed in and out of my jeans covered hole at a rapid pace. I could feel his finger trembling like he was trying to push hard through the tight denim. He was strong. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes as he tried to finger me. The fact he was doing it in public made my dick hard as stone.

“Stop,” I said.

“You don’t want me to,” he said.

I stared into his eyes. “I’ll break your fucking finger off,” I threatened but I’m sure my eyes were saying differently.

“How about I break my dick off inside your ass instead, tough guy,” he said back.

My heart skipped a beat. He was hitting the right buttons.

Just then the guy in front of me turned and tapped me on the shoulder.

“Hey, he’s talking to you,” he said as he pointed up to the stage.

I looked up and the drag queen host was beckoning me to the stage.

“Great,” I mumbled.

“Better get your hot ass up there, big guy,” my admirer said with a grin.

I took a deep breath and made my way through the audience on to the stage. The drag queen immediately fondled my biceps and sat me down on a bar stool. There was another guy up on the stage sitting next to me. He was cute in a twink, pretty boy way.

“So, honey, are you lost? You know this is a gay bar, right, handsome?” the drag queen host laughed.

I rolled my eyes and smiled, “Yeah, I know this is a gay bar.”

“Well, that’s good. We like muscley boys like you,” the host laughed again as the audience laughed and catcalled. “So, be honest. Gay, straight or confused or all of the above?”

I looked out in the audience to see my little man grinning with his muscled little arms folded over his chest. I squinted at him with a suspicious look. He mouthed the word ‘slut’. It pissed me off and turned me on the same time. What the fuck?

“Gay,” I replied still looking at the little man. I wish I would have got his name.

“Oh, well, lucky us. And lucky guy, whoever gets you,” the host said and clapped with the audience.

The game was a dating game / auction show. I was supposed to answer lude sexual questions from the audience and after that, there would be bidding. Whoever bid the highest would get to take me out on a date. All the money went to an AIDS charity.

The questions were the typical ones you would expect. It was the one asking me if I was a top or bottom that choked me up only because I don’t usually like to tell a whole room of gay men what position I prefer. It was giving my admirer too much information. I looked out to my little man again and bit my bottom lip.

I cocked my head with a cocky sneer on my face, folded my arms over my chest, stared directly as him and said, “Depends on the guy. I guess I’m versatile.”

“Oh, really?” asked the host. “Handsome, that just means you can multi-task!” he laughed.

Still looking at the little fucker I replied, “I like to be in control but I like aggressive, alpha men if I bottom. I like SMALLER muscular guys when I top. Smaller tops just don’t seem to be able to handle me and they pussy out. So, they usually want me to TOP.” I smiled a very cocky smile while the audience clapped.

The little guy raised an eyebrow at me and mouthed, “cunt”.

The Q&A was over and now came the bidding. Naturally, all the daddies wanted the twink. He got scooped up by a hot silver fox.

When it was my turn, there were a quite a few bids but as the dollar amount went higher, there were fewer guys bidding. I noticed my little harasser was silent, so I guess I wasn’t going to be his tonight after all. The bidding slowed down and it looked like this smoking hot marine was going to get me for five-hundred dollars. I was definitely ok with that. Marines are my kryptonite so top or bottom would be just fine. He was seated with a few more hot marines. I would be ok if he brought a couple of his buddies with him. I do enjoy being tag teamed. Damn, maybe I am a slut.

The host counted down. “Five-hundred. Going once. Going twice…”

“Eight-hundred!” came a shout from the back. The marine turned around with a scowl on his face. The shout came from my hot, little, cocky, SOB. His look was his signature sneer and a wink.

“Well, well, well,” said the host. “Eight-hundred? Anyone?”

No one replied.

“Sold to the hot, little muscle boy in the ball cap!” the host said and clapped.

I looked out at him and shook my head. I climbed off the stage and made my way over to him. He stood gloating with this arms still folded over his chest in an alpha stance.

“Really?” I said to him. “You BOUGHT me?”

“I know I didn’t have to but there is no way I was letting that dumbass jarhead get that sweet ass before me.”

“You’re a douche,” I said.

“You’re a cunt,” he shot back with the same half grin but matter-of-factly.

“Touché,” I replied as he handed my beer to me. “Did you slip me anything?” I asked holding up my beer. I then closed my eyes, regretting what I just asked. I knew the answer.

“I’ll be slipping inside you soon, big guy,” he replied. “Besides I don’t have to roofie you to fuck you.”

“DAMN, dude. You are a cocky little fucker. What’s your deal?” I asked.

“Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I’m a fucking bottom. I don’t bottom. I know what I like, and I take what I want.”

I took a pull from my beer. “I can see I’m not going to win this battle, am I?”

“You never had a chance in hell,” he said as he took my beer from me and took a swig.

“Can I at least get your name before you “break your dick off in my ass?” I asked sarcastically.

“Travis,” he answered.

“Clark,” I returned the introduction.

“I know. You said it on the stage.”

I nodded my head in agreement.

“Ok, Travis. What’s next?” I asked after I took another drink.

“I paid eight-hundred-dollars for you, so I plan on getting my money’s worth.”

“You make me sound like an escort,” I winced.

“I’m going to fuck you like a whore anyway. What does it matter?” he said with a shrug.

“Sweet talker,” I said sarcastically.

“I know what you want and how you want it,” he said with a pat on my ass.

“Uh huh,” I replied with a roll of my eyes. I gave him another once-over. I have to admit; he was a hot guy. He had the size and build that I like in my bottoms. He exuded confidence and sexual prowess. The more I looked at his body and his stance the more I thought this may not be so bad. What can he do to me anyway? He’s fifty-pounds lighter and six-inches shorter.

He took my beer, that I hadn’t finished yet, and chugged down the last of it. He set the bottle down and rested his hand on the small of my back. He pressed his hand in signaling me to move forward. He guided me towards the door and for some reason, I just let him lead me out.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said sternly. “Just start walking and look pretty. You’re good at that,” he added condescendingly.

We walked through the sea of men, they all stopped to watch the little muscle-boy lead his trophy-boy out of the bar. I was a tad bit embarrassed that I was being controlled and all these guys could see it. Travis wanted it that way. It was a calculated move.

“I parked down the street,” I said as I pointed to my truck.

“Good for you,” he replied as he guided me in the other direction. “I parked over here.”

“Ok. I guess we’ll take your car? Wherever you’re taking me,” I said with sarcasm. “You’re not going to take me somewhere to rape and kill me, are you?” I chuckled.

“You can’t rape the willing,” he replied.

We arrived at a sweet BMW where he gallantly opened my door and helped me in. That was a new experience for me; having a car door opened for me, like a date.

“Wow, ok. Thanks?” I said, unsure what to say.

He shut the door and entered on the driver side. I laughed to myself as his automatic seats moved him forward to allow his feet to touch the pedals. This was surreal for me.

He started the car and then reached over, put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It wasn’t just any kiss. It was a full-on lip-lock, tongue down my throat kiss. And I liked it! It was a fucking good kiss. At one point, I assumed it had gone on long enough and tried to pull back but he applied more pressure to my neck and continued to attack my mouth.

After a few minutes of making out, he let go.

“Uh, wow.” I commented. “Good kisser.”

“I know,” he replied with a slight smile. I may have actually seen the whites of his teeth. He wasn’t a big smiler, that’s for sure.

“So, are you going to tell me where we’re going, yet?” I asked.

“My place,” he said shortly.

“Oh, ok. We’re doing this now, then,” I stated not as a question.

“Why wait?” he asked but not really asking.

The thing is, I was fucking horny and I was ok with getting some cock tonight. I mean, I was looking for a hook up and it looks like I found one. I wasn’t planning on bottoming, but I’ll take it.

We drove for a few miles and he kept looking over at me. I thought we were going to get into an accident as he was looking at me more than the road.

“God, you’re handsome,” he whispered smoothly. He took my hand and intertwined our fingers. That actually felt nice.

“Thanks. I hate to say it, but you are a hot little fucker,” I said blushing, yet hating to give in to this little shit.

“So, now you’re feeling more comfortable, big guy?”

“You’re intimidating as fuck, man. I don’t know if I’ll ever be comfortable with you,” I said with a smile, trying to lighten him up.

He looked over at me again and then suddenly whipped the car into a dark vacant parking lot.

“Whoa! So, you ARE trying to kill me,” I said as I grabbed the door handle for support. The car came to a halt and his seatbelt flew off. With lightning speed, he hit the button on my belt, and it retracted away.

“I’m tired of waiting,” he said as he grabbed my head again and pulled me in for another kiss. I mumbled something into his mouth as it took me by surprise. I felt his hand on my jeans as he unbuttoned them and dug down the front and grabbed my cock. Again, anything I was trying to say was muffled by his tongue in my mouth. He proceeded to manhandle my cock, squeezing and stroking which made it hard as granite. He pulled away from the kiss and looked into my eyes.

“Yeah, pretty boy likes it rough,” he said as he breathed hard and stroked my cock.

“Oh, god,” was all I could say. Hell yeah, I like it rough! His hand felt so good. It was warm and strong as his gripped tightened and he stroked it faster.

“Fuck, damn jeans are so fucking tight, big guy,” he commented as he tried to dig down farther into the front of my jeans to get a better grip.

“Sorry,” I said, swallowing hard.

“It’s ok. They won’t be on much longer.”

He kissed me again, pulling the hair on the back of my head and stroking me off at the same time.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed. With both hands he tried to pull the waistband of my jeans down, but they were too tight, and I was in a sitting position. “Lift your fucking ass.” I lifted my ass off the seat as he yanked and pulled my jeans down my bubble butt and down past my muscular quads to my knees and stopped. His hand dove down between my legs and under my balls where his finger found my hole. He rubbed with his fingertip and pressed in.

“Ahhh! Ow!” I yelled at the sudden intrusion. “Dude!”

“Shhh. Relax that hole. I’m getting into that snatch,” he said before biting his bottom lip in that sexy way he does.

Travis, obviously, didn’t care if it hurt or not. I thought his attitude was going to chang, to be gentler since he was such a gentleman opening my door for me.

“Snatch? You calling my hole a snatch?” I asked annoyed. “Dude. Lube,” I said specifying that lube would be a little more helpful. He was going in, he needed to lube up. I’m too tight to go in dry.

“You’re right, big guy.” Travis pulled his hand out from under me and brought it up to my face and jammed his fuck finger into my mouth. “Suck,” he commanded.

I’m sure my eyes were the size of saucers. Damn, this guy was ballsy. He jammed his finger into my mouth so I could lube it. That was a new one for me. I closed my lips around his finger and tried to get as much spit on the finger as I could since I knew where it was going. Why I was even going along with this was the big question. The little fucker had attitude and I love that in a top. After a few seconds he pulled his finger from my mouth and inserted it again between my legs and to my hole. I felt it wiggle through then it slid into my tight ass.

“FUUUCK,” I moaned as I lifted my ass and arched my back. His finger was sliding in deep.

“Yes! Fucking yeah, boy,” he whispered. He hooked his finger and dragged it across my prostate which made my body tighten and my muscles flexed. I moaned and groaned as he slid his finger in and out.

“Fucking tight pussy,” he hissed. “Tight muscle cunt.”

“Jesus Christ, dude. Oh my god,” I cried out.

“Fingering your cunt, boy. Fingering you like a whore,” he said as he held my chin and turned my face to look at him. His eyes penetrated and his jaw clenched. His finger was joined by another and I cried out again. He whispered, “You like that? You like your man finger-fucking your cunt?”

I didn’t care he was verbally degrading me. I just didn’t want him to stop. “Uh hmm,” I mumbled. “So good,” I moaned.

“Look at you, fucker. Big muscle man, taking my fingers in your ass pussy. You didn’t think I could satisfy you. Look at the big tough guy now. Getting fingered like a bitch.”

Oh my god, I wanted to cum. His voice, his words, his fingers. It was more than I could take.

“Shit. Travis, I’m going to cum!” I bellowed. “Shit!”

Then, suddenly, I was empty. He yanked his fingers out.

“No, you’re not. Not until I say you can,” he sneered.

“Travis! Fuck, man. What the fuck?” I said, pissed off. He took me to the edge and pulled me away.

“Oh no you don’t. You were fucking rude to me at the bar and you think I’m just going to get you off in my fucking car? No way, pretty boy.”

“Fucking Christ. I wasn’t rude, you were a douche. What makes you think that’s attractive?”

“You’re here, in my car, getting fingered up the ass. I think it works.”

Damn it, he was right. Even though he bought me, I could have still insisted on a real fucking date with dinner or a movie. But I let him lead me out of a bar and into his car. My reluctance and masculinity were overridden by his confidence and alpha attitude. It was like I was under hypnosis.

I looked away, out the window, silent. The cold leather warming under my ass and hamstrings. I then looked down at my legs and my hard cock. I saw I was partially naked and sitting in a car letting this guy do whatever he wanted to me. At that moment, I felt completely slutty and ashamed. I looked away again as I reached down to pull up my pants. I felt taken advantage of. I felt emasculated. I felt like I was being treated like some weak, naïve girl. I was twice his size and probably twice as strong and I let him have his way.

“Hey, hey, hey there. What are you doing?” Travis asked as he stopped me from pulling my pants up.

“I thought you were done,” I replied with hurt in my voice.

He took my face in his hands and brought his lips close to mine.

“No, no, baby. I’m just getting started.” He kissed me. “I haven’t got my eight-hundred out of you yet.”

He stared into my eyes and brushed some hair off my forehead. It was so gentle, his touch so soft. I could smell his aftershave. His skin was tan and smooth. His jaw was square, and his eyes were intense. He acted like one minute he wanted to woo me and the next minute he wanted to grudge fuck me. It was like he was a split personality inside one incredibly hot little body. He was mysterious and aloof which made him sexier.

He kissed me again and this time I gave in and let him control it. It was passionate and aggressive at the same time. What the fuck was I doing? I hated him a minute ago and now I wanted him?

“What’s going on here?” I asked.

“Only what you want,” he replied.

“That’s not an answer,” I said confused.

“I think you know what I’m talking about, Clark. Stop fighting me.”

He kissed me again.

“Stop fucking with my head,” I said to him.

“I’m not fucking with your head, big guy. I don’t know what your problem is. Usually, sluts like you don’t fight me this hard,” he said with frustration.

“I’m not a fucking slut, dude,” I snapped back.

“Are you listening to yourself? Christ! You came out tonight to get laid. Don’t deny it. Everything about you from your clothes to your attitude scream ‘please, fuck me.’ We all do it, Clark. But you’re obvious about it.”

“Fuck you, Travis,” I growled.

“No, fuck you, cunt. You’re telling me that if that marine would have bought you that you wouldn’t have throw your legs up and beg him to fuck you? Don’t answer that. The answer is yes.”

He was right. I would have topped him or bottomed for him, whatever he wanted. I liked getting what I wanted or who I wanted. What I liked more was a guy who got what and who he wanted.

“Whatever. You don’t know me, asshole,” I told him, folding my arms over my chest.

He put his hand on my cock again and rubbed.

“I do, though. You’re a dime a dozen,” he whispered as he massaged my cock, making it hard again. Why was it hard again? “Your cock is contradicting what you say.”

He sat back into his seat and unbuttoned his jeans. He reached in and pulled out his cock. It was a nice cock. It was thick and long, and it was perfect. I stared at it and he knew I wanted it.

He pulled my head toward him and then pressed it into his lap. I engulfed his cock all the way down. I opened my throat and swallowed him until my nose was touching pubes. I raised my head and sucked it all the way to the top and off. A line if spit extended from his cock to my lips. I felt his hand press me down again and I engulfed it again. I don’t even like to suck cock but for some reason, I liked it. His hand formed into a fist and he grabbed a handful of my hair. He began to yank my head up and slamming it down on his cock. He was grunting with every thrust down of my head. He started to go faster and faster and rougher and rougher with his fist. At times, I was gagging but it seemed to turn him on even more.

I felt his body shift and his finger found my ass again. My ass was upturned on one side and he took advantage of it. His finger entered my hole and I inhaled his cock. I tried to pull off his cock, to take a breath but his position and strength had the advantage.

“Breathe through your fucking nose, pretty boy!” Travis commanded as he aggressively fingered my hole. I continued to suck him off and I have to say, I was getting off on it.

I felt him begin to tense, his hands shaking. His breath quickened and I knew what was coming. I wasn’t about to swallow his cum. I didn’t even know him. I tried to release his cock but suddenly he started to yell out and he pushed my head down and held it in place. My eyes were watering and my face flush. I was losing air. Then I tasted his cum as it shot out of his cock. I couldn’t help but swallow it down my throat. It was thick and warm. He shot several volleys before he finally released my head. I sat up and back into my seat, coughing and gagging.

I wiped spit and cum from my mouth. “Fucking Christ! You almost fucking killed me, you asshole!”

He guffawed, “How do I taste, big guy?”

“Like self-loathing and bad life choices,” I said very snarky.

“No, I don’t.”

“I was talking about me, right this second,” I said with sarcasm dripping from my tongue. “You put a bitter taste in my mouth, bro.”

“Sorry. Next time I’ll eat something sweet before you suck me off,” he said with a cocky smile.

I rolled my eyes. “Next time? Right.”

“You like my cock, don’t you?” he asked flirtatiously.

Yes. Yes, I did like his cock. I just didn’t like his personality. 

“Fuck you, you pocket-sized douche.”

“Clark, stop being a little bitch. Admit you liked it,” Travis said, ignoring the insult, cocky, knowing very much that I did.

I looked at him and hesitated way too long to say I didn’t like it.

I took a deep breath and let out a sigh of frustration. “Fine. I like your cock, but I don’t like sucking it.”

He laughed in my face. “Please. Liar. You sucked like a pro. I’m sure it was one of hundreds for you.”

No, it wasn’t one of hundreds. I really don’t like to suck cock but I’ll do it if it will get me laid. I don’t like the taste of cum and, also, I feel that’s giving up too much control to suck on a dude’s dick. I’ll do it if it’s a roleplay or if I’m getting spit-roasted but other than that, not really my thing.

I rolled my eyes and pulled up my pants. “Jesus. You are something else.”

Travis sat back, smiled and then laughed.

“What’s so fucking funny?” I asked

“Your face, dude. The minute you sat up you should have seen your face. It was like, ‘what the fuck!’. Your hair, dude. Look at your hair!”

I pulled down the visor and looked in the mirror. He was right, my hair was all over the place and my eyes were red. I looked ridiculous. I tried to fix it. Travis continued chuckling. I looked at him and then looked at the state of myself. It was funny. Really, it was. I chuckled. Then that chuckle turned into a laugh and soon we were both laughing. I couldn’t believe I was laughing about this.

Travis as a douche but he was also charming. I could see how it could grow on someone.

“You’re an idiot,” I said to him, laughing.

“You’re a cunt,” he said back playfully.

What just happened five minutes ago pissed me off, but it was so hot. I’ve fantasized about someone doing this to me; making me suck their dick. I just never knew how it would happen or when. It was animalistic and primal. It was hot to know someone was so turned on by me, that they wanted to control me, use me. He was already starting to grow on me.

He leaned over and kissed me and I kissed him back. He smirked at me and nodded his head behind him. “Get in the backseat.”

“The backseat?” I asked, confused.

“Did I stutter, big man? Get in the back seat,” he said with a stern look and then a smirk.

I sat there for a second, silent as I looked at him. He looked back and nodded his head again.

“I assume you want to fuck me in the back seat of your car?” I asked. “That’s very ‘high school prom’,” I sneered condescendingly.

“You speak from experience?” he jabbed.

I gave him a ‘fuck you’ look. “I skipped prom. Dude, you’re not fucking me in the back seat of your fucking car.”

“Why not?” he shrugged. “You’ve never been fucked in the backseat of a BMW.”

I gave him a glare that told him I didn’t give two shits about his BMW. I like cars. It’s a fucking sweet car but that wasn’t the point right now.

“Actually, I lost my cherry to a dude in the front seat of his Porsche when I was on active duty.” (This really happened.) “Don’t ask how that worked in the front seat of a two-door 911. Let’s just say my footprints are on the glass of his sunroof.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, military? Closeted Army boy sneaking around getting some dick? Now, that’s slutty. Now, get in the back seat.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, for the hundredth time tonight, as I opened my door and got out and into the back seat. He got in on his side and wasted no time crawling on top of me, his knee separating my legs and then he settled in between them. He kissed me feverishly as my legs raised to wrap around his tiny waist. Damn, he was a great kisser; forceful yet passionate. I ran my hands over his back, the little mountains of hard muscle flexing as he manhandled me. He moaned into my mouth and I moaned back. He humped my crotch with his hard cock pressing against mine. He reached back and ran hands down my hamstrings to my ass.

“Fuck, you have beautiful fucking legs. I can’t wait to see them on my shoulders,” he breathed hard between words.

Ok, what he just said was hot. I admit it got my juices flowing.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I admitted out loud.

“Yeah? Tell me you want my cock,” he said with a sinister grin.

“Dude. Really?” I questioned him wanting to just get to the fuck and not be demeaned into telling him what I wanted.

“Tell me you want my cock,” he repeated.

I rolled my eyes, AGAIN, like I’d been doing a lot that night.

“Ugh,” I growled in frustration. “I want your cock,” I relented.

“Tell me you want my cock in your hole,” he grinned again.

I looked at him disbelieving he was making me jump through all these hoops.

“Fucker,” I grumbled and then hesitated while looking into his eyes, then sighed. I really wanted him to fuck me. I gave him an embarrassed smile. “I want your cock in my hole,” I said making him smile even more.

“Now, say, Travis, I want your cock in my hole,” he asked of me. I was tiring of this game.

I wagged a pointed finger at him. “Stop while your ahead, little man. I asked you to fuck me like you wanted. Let’s get to it,” I said impatiently.

“Pretty boy is an eager little beaver, isn’t he?” he teased, his voice playful and sexy.

“Travis,” I said, reminding him I was losing patients.

“Ok, ok. Calm down, big guy,” he said as he reached down and undid my jeans again. He attacked my lips with his own and we both went into overdrive. Clothes were flying everywhere, our hands were searching for any article of clothing that could be removed.

From somewhere, Travis produced a small bottle of lube. I felt his fingers applying it to my waiting hole.

I broke the kiss. “Hey. Condom?” I asked before he got too settled in.

“I don’t do condoms,” he informed me. “My way or the highway.”

“Is that set in stone?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Set in granite,” he replied seriously.

I was so fucking turned on. There was no way I was going home with blue balls. I looked at him in contemplation.

“Trust me, big guy,” he said sincerely. “I want to flood your tight hole with my boys. Going to mark you.”

Ugh! God damnit he was being so sexy and charming. He knew what he wanted and wouldn’t settle for less. That’s hot.

“Fine,” I relented.

He continued to ravage my mouth with his own not noticing he was lifting my legs. He held them there, feeling the backs of my thighs, rubbing my ass. I was reveling in the feel of the hard, tight muscles of the smaller man on top of me. I was in a state of bliss and distracted. So much so that when he stuck his cock inside, I tensed up and let lose a loud grunt.

He stopped and held it steady, letting me get used to it. He ran his fingers through my brown hair, his other hand caressing my square jaw.

“Shhh, that’s it, baby. Relax. Just relax,” he instructed me with a sweet and tender voice. He kissed me gently as he pushed inside me a little farther.

I grunted some more and took quick short breathes through clenching teeth.

“There you go, handsome. Take it slowly,” he said gently, staring into my eyes, the only light coming from a streetlamp outside.

I nodded and continued to breath and I felt him slide in ever so slowly until he was in all the way.

“I’m inside you, baby,” he announced quietly. “You did good.”

I swallowed hard a few times, speechless, staring back into his eyes. He had beautiful eyes. I liked that I had his approval.

He began to pull out slowly and I lost my breath. He pulled out to the tip and sank back in. With each cycle, his thrusts became more rapid until he was fucking me at a constant pace. His dick was thick, and he knew how to hit my prostate with every push inside. I reached around and clamped on to his glutes and I pulled him in tighter.

My head resting on the door armrest, both legs resting on his built little shoulders.

“Damn, your legs are heavy, big guy,” he mumbled. I bet they were. It’s where I hold a lot of muscle.

I smiled. “Sorry,” I fake apologized.

“No, you’re not,” he laughed. “I’m not complaining. It’s fucking hot to feel your big muscled legs on my small shoulders.”

“You’re welcome, little fucker,” I grinned back. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command, handsome,” he chuckled as he sped up the pace.

We were both smushed in that back seat for probably thirty-minutes, but it seems like longer. Travis fucked me hard, he fucked me soft, he fucked me rough and he fucked me like a slut.”

He bear-hugged me and I could feel his warm breath in my ear. “I’m going to cum inside you, big guy. I’m going mark you.”

I grabbed on tighter and tightened my hole for him. When I did, he looked down at me and smiled.

“Yeah, tighten that fucking pussy, pretty boy,” he said as his thrusts became deliberate. “I’m fucking cumming in your gut, you dirty slut!”

He stiffened, his muscles flexed, and he yelled incoherently inside the tight confines of the car. I could feel his cock expand and then I could feel jets of warm cum shoot through my ass. I watched the delight in his face, the sheer ecstasy of his orgasm. I watched him as he threw his head back and then slammed it back down, his mouth on mine and he growled into my mouth.

He stopped kissing long enough to look me in the eye and say, “I just flooded your gut, big guy. Just flooded your gut with my boys.”

I nodded in agreement and then his hand went to my cock. It only took a few strokes before I stiffened and then shot all over his chest and mine. Droplets landing on my face and up on the window behind me.

We both calmed and he lay on me, my legs fell to his sides and I wrapped them around his waist again. We made out passionately. I ran my fingertips over his back and muscular little arms. He caressed my jaw some more, kissed me neck.

“Was that worth eight-hundred-dollars?” I asked with a smile.

“Hmm. I don’t know. I think I need to go inside you again and check the balance,” he teased.

“What am I? Your personal ATM?”

“Yes, but you only take deposits,” he laughed.

“Well, my vault is open. Fuck me one more time and then I think you need to fuck me properly in a bed.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, pretty boy.”

He fucked me again in his car. We drove to his place and we fucked all night. He deposited at least four loads inside me that night. He was cocky the next morning, bragging to me about how he owned my tight ass last night. He took great pleasure in knowing he conquered me, a guy twice his size.

After that night, I no longer was against letting a smaller guy take me on. Small guys fucked just as good as the big ones.