True Stories Series

This is a true story.

As if in a trance, I watched the blender mix my after-workout protein shake. The loud grinding sound of its motor was not enough to break my concentration. I was worked up, restless. I needed to scratch an itch and was thinking about a way to do so.

Working out always gets me a little worked up. Maybe it’s all the grunting and groaning coming from the dozen or so muscled up gym-rats. Maybe it’s the narcissism of admiring my own body in the weight room mirrors, proud of my size and definition; not too big, not too small. In between is the best for my frame. I like the way my clothes fit me; snug to show off my gains but not tight.

I turned the blender off, not bothering with pouring it into a glass I chugged it straight from the pitcher. It was a tough workout, I forgot to eat beforehand. I was starving and the shake restored my blood sugar to its correct levels.

I grabbed my phone and threw myself into my couch. I was still wearing sweaty compression gear but at that moment I didn’t care. The smell of the sweat reminded me of how hard I train, the discipline, the dedication.

I swiped though my phone, checking emails, Instagram and Twitter. A dude gave me his number after my workout today. He was trying to be inconspicuous while checking me out. He did a terrible job, but he was hot, told me I had a nice ass. I’m wearing compression tights so what’s not to notice. I’m not one to turn down a date or hook up, whatever it turns out to be, from a hot, muscular guy.

I found the text I received last Saturday from an acquaintance, Scott. I say acquaintance because we were nothing but fuck buddies. It was a text asking me if I was up for another three-way.

Scott had a thing for three-ways. He was a smaller guy, five-seven to my five-eleven. He was a soccer player which explained the amazing condition of his body but mostly his ass and legs. His calves were to be worshipped. He was a hot little fucker and what made him even hotter was that he was a total top, aggressive and only twenty-three, a good ten years younger than myself. I have a thing for younger guys. His handsome Brazilian face looking down at me, his tight, athletic physique pumping like a piston deep into my smooth hole while another hot guy waited in the wings was enough to make me pop wood anytime I thought about it.

We met online. I’m versatile by nature but with Scott, I’m a submissive bottom. I usually will become whatever the other guy wants me to be. I like bottoming and topping equally accept when confronted with two guys at once. In that case, I want to be used.

I have a thing for three-ways too. I guess it’s just in my nature to be dominated and fucked mercilessly but more than one man at one time. The most I’ve taken on his four dudes. There is something inside me that yearns to see my athletic, hunky physique being used to the delight of other men. I like the looks on their faces as they ruin me. It makes me feel attractive and sexy. I know it’s probably not healthy but I don’t care when I have one dude inside me and another drooling to get inside my hole.

Scott is a very aggressive, rough, verbal guy who likes to watch and participate in fucking older, muscular, masculine guys in three-ways. It’s a power trip for him. I’m his trophy. He shows me off proudly to whatever guy he has persuaded to join him in topping me. He loves the look on the dude’s face when they see me in person for the first time. I always look better than my pictures.

I can see the fire in Scott’s eyes when he’s in the zone. Holding my legs up, fucking me while staring into my eyes as if daring me to say stop. The fire gets deeper when he sits back and watches our guest pound my muscled ass. That’s the reason we get along so well sexually. I’m strong enough to take an onslaught from his big dick. My ass is big and bubble from hours of squats and cycling. He knows my granite glutes will suck up his cock and never let go. I have an athlete’s stamina to take on two men at the same time and can usually outlast both. I don’t like to cum until they have. Knowing my body is being used for their pleasure is an orgasm by itself.

Saturday night was probably a highlight of all the hookups I’ve had with Scott. I don’t know if I’m the only bottom he uses for his three-way fixation and I don’t care. He knows how to deliver the goods. And the goods last Saturday night came in the form of a beautiful, muscular, handsome, younger dude. He was imposing; tall and built and looked like he stepped off the cover of Men’s Fitness. He was younger, probably mid-twenties, dark, thick hair. He gave off a frat-boy vibe; cocky, aggressive and horny as hell.

I was the last to arrive to Scott’s apartment. His neighbors had to have known what was going on in here. I’m a loud bottom and he’s a verbal fucker. Add another into the mix and I’m twice as loud.

Whoever this beautiful guy was, he was the one who answered the door. He gave me a once-over and shook my hand.

“Hey,” I said awkwardly.

He nodded. “Hey,” he replied almost sounding bored, but his eyes gave him away. He was sizing me up. Sizing me up like he wanted to fight. I could sense that he thought he had hit the jackpot. His eyes kept roaming over me.

Suddenly, he was pushed aside as Scott grabbed my collar and pulled me hard into a rough kiss. He reached around and took two handfuls of my ass, kneading them as we made out. Scott was marking his territory and it was obvious the other guy knew it.

Without a word, Scott pulled me into the bedroom. It was a small apartment so there wasn’t far to go. He threw me down onto the bed, leapt up and sat on my stomach. He leaned forward and devoured my mouth.

Our guest sundered into the room, leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

“Hot, bro,” was all he said.

Scott sat back. “Told you he was hot.”

I smiled at the compliment. It made my dick harder. I loved when he talked about me like I wasn’t there. He did that often when we hooked up. It told me I was there for one reason and that was to get fucked. I also made him look good. When he arranged for other dudes to hook up with us, the other guys were always impressed.

Scott climbed off the bed and ripped off my shoes. I was rock hard watching him become more and more aroused. The guest still watching from the doorway.

Scott turned toward the bathroom. He pointed at me and said, “Tom.” Then he pointed at the other dude and said, “Kirk.”

Kirk and I nodded to each other.

“Have at him,” Scott said, never turning around. He entered the bathroom and shut the door.

Like a fucking shot the dude was on me like flies on shit. “You heard the man,” he said with a gleaming white toothy, cocky smile.

Before I knew it, I was being hauled up and thrown against the wall. He stuck his tongue down my throat. He ripped off my t-shirt and threw it in the corner. He took his off and did the same. His chest was smooth and tan. His abs were like cobblestones.

I tried to undo my pants, but he put his hand on my chest and again, thrust me against the wall.

“I got this,” he growled. He reached down, undid my pants and peeled them down to the floor. I was commando tonight since I knew wearing underwear was useless. I stepped out and reached for his pants.

“NO!” he shouted, bits of spit splattering across my face. Again, he pushed me back, my head smacking against the plaster. If this dude wasn’t turning me on so much, I would fucking punch him in the throat. He took his pants off and then off with his tight boxer briefs. My eyes widened. Damn. His dick was beautiful; thick, not too long, flawless.

Let me just say right now: I hate giving head. I mean, I’ll do it if forced to but I’d rather not. I don’t know what it is about sucking dick. Maybe it’s all the years in high school and college watching girls suck my dick, back when I was playing the bisexual card. I had a real nice dick, girls loved it. I just never got the desire to suck a dude’s cock. I kind of saw it as a girl thing, they only did it. Sucking off a dude was, for me, humiliating. Scott makes me do it. He knows I hate it and that’s why he makes me do it. I would rather shoot my load down some hot guy’s throat. I love getting head. Like I said, if I’m being forced to do it, I’m all in.

But when I saw Kirk’s dick, I immediately fell to my knees.

“Good boy,” Kirk sneered as he grabbed hold of his dick and smacked it against my face. I stuck my tongue out as he slowly slid his dick across it. He wouldn’t stop smiling. It was a smile that said, “You pussy.”

I heard the bathroom door open and diverted my eyes. Kirk used that second to jam his cock into my mouth, grabbed a hold of my head with both hands and fucked my face.

Scott stepped up to Kirk and ran his hand down Kirk’s flexing forearms as his hands tightened their grip on my bobbing head. Kirk looked down at Scott with a sneer as Scott pulled him down into a sensual kiss.

I deep throated that fucker. Kirk was not letting go. I started to gag, and he just laughed, “Gag, bitch. Look at this bitch gag,” he said as he fist bumped Scott.

It was getting difficult to breathe so I put my hands on his wrists to make his stop. He didn’t like that. He thrust one hard time into my throat with a loud grunt and then pulled out. I fell back onto my ass. I should be pissed but watching these two dominant guys grin at each other and then kiss just made me want to please them even more.

Scott took my hand and pulled me up. He squeezed my biceps as he gently pulled me in for a long kiss. I felt Kirk’s hand on my ass cheek, massaging it.

“You doing ok, babe?” Scott asked as he ran his hand through my hair.

He had taken to calling me babe the last few times we hooked up. It was a term of endearment and a term of ownership. It turned me on to hear it from this smaller man with a dark, dominant side. I noticed recently that his eyes were more intense, more dreamy, he was so excited every time I came over. I got the feeling he was developing feelings for me.

“Yeah,” I replied and then I looked up at Kirk. “Where the hell did you find him?”

Scott shrugged and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “I never reveal my sources,” he stated as he winked at Kirk.

“Less talking and more fucking,” Kirk commanded as he body-slammed me onto the bed. Damn, this guy likes to push.

I landed with a bounce and a grunt. Kirk crawled up my body and fisted my hard cock while he kissed me. Scott sat on the bed and watched us kiss. I could feel Scott’s hand roam over my quad. I flexed it for him as I knew he liked it when I did that.

Kirk fisted my cock with a tighter grip. I was moaning into his mouth. I felt Scott’s hand slide down between my thighs and soon his finger was on my hole. That made my legs flex and lift from the bed. I heard the pop of a bottle of lube and then the coldness of it being slowly pushed into me. Scott’s fingers were magic. He loved to finger me. He loved the feel of my ass tightening around his finger as he sawed it in and out. He added another finger and then a third. He was well versed in loosening me up.

The finger banging felt so amazing, I lifted my legs up and brought my knees closer to my chest. I hooked my hands behind my knees and held my legs up.

Kirk released from the kiss. He sat up, hovering his head over my dick he let a long drool of spit fall onto the tip of my cock using it for lube as he continued to stroke me out.

“Yeah, dude. Fucking pussy is lifting his legs for it. Finger that pussy, bro,” he said in a hoarse whisper. He spat again onto my cock.

Scott fingered me as he put his hand around Kirk’s, both stroking my cock.

“Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking tight. Every time,” Scott bit his bottom lip and sneered at the same time.

Kirk released my cock and his hand explored my chest and abs. “You’re so fucking hot, dude. Can’t believe you’re gonna take my cock.”

My eyes rolled up and my mouth fell open as I moaned at the feeling of Scott’s fingers hitting my prostate.

Kirk looked over at Scott and gave him another fist bump. “Look at this dude,” he marveled. “Fucking built and good looking. Fuck!” he exclaimed. He looked down into my eyes. “Just my fucking type, bro. Older dude, rugged, jacked and likes to get boned by younger dudes.”

“He’s a gold mine, dude,” Scott said as he pulled his fingers from my ass. “Aren’t you, babe?”

“Fuck yeah, I am. Your fucking gold mine, man,” I whispered back.

Kirk looked at me like I was a side of beef. He was chomping at the bit to get inside my gut.

“Hey, you straight? Married?” Kirk questioned me.

I lower my legs back to the bed. “Less talking and more fucking,” was my serious response.

“I’m first,” Scott stated as he flipped me over onto my stomach and hiked my ass in the air. I head the lube bottle squeeze the sticky liquid over Scott’s familiar cock. I felt his weight shift and then his cock at my hole. He slid in with no issues, I moaned in response as I tightened my ass muscles for him. He likes it when I tighten for him.

We both let out our “Ohhs!” and “Ahhs!” as he sank to the root.

Kirk crawled in front of me and pushed his cock between my lips. This was what I lived for; being spit-roasted by two hot, muscular, masculine dudes. I’ve trained and sculpted a body worthy of being used for other men’s pleasure. You can bet I’ll be hitting the gym even harder after tonight after this ego boost.

After I became used to Scott’s girth, he began his onslaught that I grew to love; rough, pounding, verbal. He slung his forearm around my throat and pulled back, turning my face which was flushed red and causing veins to pop on my forehead. Kirk laughed, an almost evil noise as he fucked my face. He was loving this. I could tell he got off on seeing other guys being turned out. I’m a guy that if you met me on the street, you would never guess that once I get a dick in my ass, I become a cock-slobbing, hole clenching man-whore.

It was then that I caught a glimpse of gold, a wedding band. Wedding bands are like crack for me. If I know I’m being boned by a straight, married guy, my engine revs and I’m ready to be bred.

This must be Kirk’s only way of release. Hooking up with guys online to satisfy his hunger for ass. I don’t care. It’s not the first time I’ve been fucked by a married dude or fucked a married dude for that matter. Kirk was just the hottest one I’ve hooked up with. Probably why he asked if I was married, he wanted a regular fuck buddy. Since he assumes I’m straight, it’s even hotter for him. He’ll have a straight buddy, married, no strings, to fuck when ever he wants. Am I willing to play straight and married to get boned but this dude? That answer is always a “hell yes.”

Scott was fucking me hard. My body was bouncing on the bed. He pressed on my back, forcing my chest deeper into the mattress. Kirk’s cock fell out of my mouth. I was almost in tears from the jarring thrusts from Scott’s tight, little body.

“Love fucking you, babe. Love being deep in your hole. You fucking love this, don’t you? Yeah? Love being my hole?”

I turned my head, my cheek smashed into the mattress. “Uh huh. Yeah, I do. Love it so fucking much. Keep fucking me,” I moaned and screamed. My breathing was labored. Sweat poured down my forehead.

“Yeah, babe. My fucking pretty-boy muscle-hole. Your tight hole is about to be flooded, dude. Gonna flood you with my boys.”

He latched on to both of my shoulders and pulled hard, forcing his cock to the hilt and yelled, “OH FUUUCCCKKKK!” His body jerked and I felt his cock expand and shoot his sticky, creamy cum into my slutty, fat, muscle-ass.

When he was done, he fell flat onto my back, turned my head and kissed me.

“Daaamn, bro! That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” Kirk said in awe of what he just witnessed. “You jizzed in his hole, bro. Filled that hot ass up! He let you jizz in his pussy, dude? Holy shit!”

“Oh, yeah. I jizz in his hole. I’ve never gave him a choice.” Scott sat up and gave me a playful smack on the ass. “You do not disappoint, Tommy.” Once again, a term of endearment and the only dude allowed to call me Tommy. It made me feel like a kid but coming from him, that was ok.

Before I could begin to recover, Kirk violently rolled me over onto my back. He scooted down between my legs, grabbed them by the ankles and threw them up on his massive shoulders.

“Fucking you bitch style,” Kirk said. “Gonna mess inside your pussy, bro.”

“Wait!” I exclaimed. I wasn’t ready yet. I needed to recover.

“Fuck you. I’m going in,” he growled and sank down into my ass, not stopping until he hit rock bottom.

My eyeballs almost shot out of their sockets. My throat was raw but managed to spew out a scream so loud, the neighbors probably thought someone was being murdered. My hands flew up to his chest trying to push the bigger man off. I struggled but he was even stronger than I am.

He leaned forward bringing my knees to my chest. We were nose to nose. His eyes crazed. His square jaw clenched. He gritted his teeth as he fucked me in long strokes.

“Take it, cum-hole,” he taunted.

“Oh my god!” I yelled in pain. I looked up at Scott looking for some kind of help. “ Oh my god Scott, oh my god!’’ I yelled up at the ceiling, tears in my eyes, as this young hulk twisted me like a pretzel with his fat cock plundered my ass. Scott put has hand on my jaw, a concerned look on his face. He looked at Kirk and then back to me.

“It’s fine. You’re fine. Just open up and go with it,” Scott said, trying to soothe me.

I looked up at him, my head jerking around from the force of the fucks. My face beat red. My teeth clenched. The bigger man had me in a death grip making me unable to move. My legs pinned to his shoulders.

“Scott. Dude, he’s killing me. Come on, man,” I pleaded.

One of Kirk’s hands clasped over my mouth, muffling my cries. His eyes drilled holes into mine. His face flushed, sweat dripping into my eyes. He grunted and groaned.

“Shut the fuck up, cunt. Stop your fucking sissy bitching. Got my cock in you, pretty-boy. Not such a big man now, are you? Letting some dude fuck you up the ass. Fucking pathetic, dude. Fucking pathetic.”

After a few minutes of hardcore fucking, he suddenly slowed his movement and his thrusts turned to slow long strokes. My cries subsided as the pain faded. His hand slid away from my mouth.

His eyes were less crazed. His eyes never left mine. He kissed me very gently as he rocked slowly inside me.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

He kissed me again but this time more sensual. Devouring me, sucking on my tongue. I was suddenly finding him incredibly sexy and not in a physical way. Something about him told me he was not all brawn. He had a sensitive side that he never showed.

“I’m making love to you. I want to cum inside of you, baby.” His voice was so masculine, slow low, a gravely whisper.

I turned my head to see Scott sitting in a chair slowly jacking off as he watched Kirk take me slow and gentle.

“Tell me you love me,” Kirk said before he kissed me.

I looked up at him with confusion. “What?”

“Tell me you love me.”

I looked again over at Scott. I don’t know why I did that. It felt like I needed his permission. Scott nodded his head to me. I turned my head back to Kirk’s. I guess I’ll play along.

“I love you,” I said in a sexy whisper.

He kissed me again. His fucking truly turned into love making. His body was a slow gyration, tunneling slowly through my hole.

“I love you, baby. Love you so much.” His pace picked up. He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me into a kiss. His heartrate quickened.

“I love you,” I replied knowing it was turning him on. It was some kind of roleplay? Perhaps this was part of the reason why he agreed to hook up. This was obviously something he always wanted to do and pretend it was real.

“So fucking sexy, man. So fucking sexy!” Each sentence became hurried and louder. “Love you, fucker!” he growled and then I felt him stiffen, his cock expanded, and the second load of the night had been deposited inside me.

He pulled out and sat up. Scott had shot all over himself. He came to the bed, sat beside Kirk and kissed him slowly.

“Bro. That was fucking incredible,” Scott complimented him.

Kirk returned the kiss. He then looked back at me, “Yeah. You, you’re a hot fucker.”

“Not so bad yourself,” I smiled. “Although, you could have been a little less rapey at the beginning.”

Kirk shrugged. “Sorry, pretty-boy. I just could not resist that ass. Had to get inside you. Damn, you have a fat muscle ass.”

“Why do you think I keep him around?” Scott winked.

“I need some recovery time. That is assuming you want to go again?” I asked as I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed.

Kirk’s face lit up. “Hell, yeah I wanna go again.”

“You wanna go freshen up, stud?” Scott asked me.

I was already halfway to the bathroom by time he asked. I went in and closed the door.

“Bro, what the hell? Where did you find him?” Kirk asked quietly.

“I told you. Online,” Scott whispered so I wouldn’t hear.

“He married? Straight?” Kirk asked excitedly.

“Don’t know. I don’t even know his last name. We just keep it strictly sexual. No strings,” Scott told him with a hint of sadness. If Kirk didn’t know better, he would think Scott had feelings for me.”

“Damn,” Kirk sighed.

“Yeah,” Scott smiled. “He was a lucky find, bro. He loves to get used. We’ve never been one on one and I think he’s ok with it. Dude, it’s like he lives to please me.”

“Sounds like the perfect fuck-bud.”

They stopped their conversation as I exited the bathroom.

“So, big guy,” I say, putting a hand on Kirk’s muscular shoulder. “How about you and Scott take turns fucking me, I mean, in rapid fire.”

“Fuck! You don’t have to tell me twice,” Kirk said as he jumped up and embraced me.

That night, both men deposited three additional loads each into my ass. Kirk left around one o’clock in the morning. Scott spooned up behind me and held me as we slept. I had never stayed overnight before. I usually got used by him and another rando and then I left.

The next morning, I was putting on my shoes. Scott was making coffee. He brought me a cup.

“One for the road,” he said as he handed it to me.

“Thanks.”

“So… that was pretty fucking incredible, dude,” he said almost awkwardly at first.

I continued the awkwardness. “Yeah. Yeah, dude. Amazing. Fucking slutty is what it was,” I chuckled.

“Yeah, but you’re so fucking sexy when you’re slutty.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I laughed.

“You’re not usually like this?” he asked with genuine interest.

I scoffed, “No, man. I don’t slut out like this ever. I mean, I have my days, but I only really do it with you. You know what I like. It’s like I came with an instruction manual and you read it front to back.”

We were both quiet for a few seconds.

“So, what was the deal with all that I love you stuff? He was roleplaying, right?” I asked.

“Oh, that. Yeah, sort of roleplay. It’s something he always wanted to say to a dude. It’s complicated.”

“He’s married,” I stated.

“Yeah. He hates his wife. Got suckered into marrying her. Said she was preggers, but she wasn’t.”

“So…he’s gay?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. He’s just trying to figure shit out. Mostly likely bi.”

“So, I take it you two know each other than hook ups. I mean, you didn’t find him online. You seem to know a lot about him for just meeting him tonight.”

Scott took a drink of coffee. I could tell he was thinking about what to say next.

“You don’t have to tell me, dude,” I assured him. The look in his eyes was one of conflict. “We don’t really know each other that well. You text, we fuck. It’s good,” I reassured him again but, secretly I really wanted to know what Kirk’s deal was. The guy was a beast.

Scott was quiet and then just blurted out, “He wants to hook up with you and me again.”

I flinched a little at the sudden outburst.

“Oh, ok. Are…you cool with that?” I asked assuming he had final say in this fuck-buddy relationship.

“Totally,” he shrugged. “You are exactly what he’s been looking for. He’s a power top, bro. You’re a power bottom.”

I laughed. “Wait. I’m not always a bottom. Maybe 50/50.”

This time he laughed. “Bro, with us, you’re a power bottom.”

“Fair. I guess I’ll be seeing more of him?”

“And me,” he said with a slight commanding tone.

“Of course,” I assured him although I would not mind a little one on one time with Kirk. I always said I could never be just a bottom or just a top in a relationship. But with this guy, I would gladly convert to all bottom.

“Ok.” Scott set down his coffee. “I guess I need to come clean about Kirk. But you have to fucking promise to be discreet.”

“Yeah. No problem.”

“Kirk is my brother-in-law.”

My face was blank. I did not see that coming.

“Oh…ok.”

“Yeah, so we have to be careful. I’ve been supplying him with dudes to fuck. He lets me know when he needs a fix. I usually find a hot dude and let them use my place for a couple of hours. I told him about you, showed him a picture and he was all in.”

“You two are awfully friendly with each other.”

“Yeah, well, look at him. Who wouldn’t want to be? He put the moves on me one night and tried to fuck me. That wasn’t happening. That’s how we came up with this deal to get him laid. We have the same taste in dudes so it’s not hard to find him guys to fuck. You’re hot, older, masculine, just what he likes. He definitely wants to hang with you again. But I’m a little selfish and to put it bluntly, you’re mine.”

I smiled.

“Obviously, I like to share my toys, but I don’t like my toys ending up in someone else’s toy box.”

I nodded my head. “Good to know.”

“I mean, we’re not exclusive or anything. I assume you’re married or something, but I just want you to know when we hang out, I like what I like, and I like to keep what I like. We’re just fuck-buddies but you’re MY fuckbuddy.”

“Confusing but ok,” I laughed.

I come back from my daydream. I scroll around on my phone for a while longer. Eventually, I head for the shower. I pass my hallway mirror and stop. My muscles are pumped, defined. I turn sideways and admire by bulbous muscular ass, the spandex tight on my skin. My dick is getting hard. I realize, at the moment, that I really need to get fucked. Not just fucked but used.

I pick up my phone again and find Scott’s text. I think about what I want to say and then start texting.

Hey

HEY

Want to hook up

WHEN?

Asap

SHOULD I CALL KIRK?

Sure. Doesn’t matter to me but tonight I’m feeling really fucking…slutty. I have a special request

WHAT?

How about a 4way? 3 tops. Me bottom

I THINK I CAN SET THAT UP. ANYONE IN PARTICULAR?

I trust you. You always know what I like.