Becoming the Man of the House Ch. 06

There was a scene where they meticulously measured their dicks. Leo was an incredible 10.6 inches, very thick. I pulled my own dick out and used an app on my phone to take my measurements. More than 7 inches, very thick. In almost any other scenario, I would be the top dog. My dick was much more impressive than that little thing Eric had between his legs.

But why then did I insist on comparing myself to Leo? Leo, the Alpha? Leo, the younger stallion? Leo, The Crusher? Leo, Leo, Leo. I repeated his name so many times while looking at the paused video of him holding his own dick with his two hands. I cummed A LOT. My night with the Grindr guy was over...

That was nothing compared to what was about to happen on Thursday. The arrival of that day had made me extremely restless, but I didn't want to give in to anxiety. Thursdays. The days he fucked my ex boyfriend and his brother at me own home. So, when we arrived home from the gym, Leo asked me if I would be okay. I replied yes, but that I wouldn't leave the house. He was more excited than usual, a certain youthful charm. I told him I would watch a movie in my room, with headphones on. An hour and a half later, I heard the doorbell ringing. My body even shook a little.

After some minutes, I abandoned the movie: my curiosity got the best of me and I couldn't resist the temptation to sneak a peek through the keyhole. There was a generous view of the room.

The scene was nothing short of a spectacle. The living room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the plush sofa. Leo sat confidently on the sofa, his legs spread wide apart, exposing his massive cock to the two Persian brothers. Seeing his big cock hard in person took my anxieties to new levels. His subs, both in jockstraps, the same I was wearing, knelt before him, their mouth wrapped around his thick shaft.

Hamid and Hassan were treating him like royalty. They worshipped Leo's big size and girth in an almost theatrical fashion. Leo, with a playful but indulgent smile, seemed to be reveling in the attention. He accepted their offerings and praises with a regal air, nodding nonchalantly as if he was accustomed to such adoration. It became clear Leo loved seeing the Persian brothers kissing. It was a barrier they had broken by his orders.

The whole scene was drenched in exaggeration, starting with the absurd size of the Colombian man's cock. It was as if Hamid and Hassan had elevated Leo to a mythical status, and they were devoted followers of a legendary leader. They even called him Master.

At this point I was already jerking off, imagining myself in Leo's place. Then, a sudden realization washed over me. Leo, who had been seated on the couch amidst the oral devotion of the Persian Bros, turned his gaze toward the keyhole. There, my eyes met his. I can't tell if he noticed it, but Leo's sly smile revealed that he was fully aware of my illegal spying.

The Alpha top man made a playful gesture towards Hassan. "Hey, bitch, why don't you say it out loud what you told me about Thomas after I first fucked you?"

Very submissive, Hassan just nodded, muttering a few things as he licked the huge length of Leo's pole. "Sure. Your cock is so much superior than my ex's dick, Sir. Meatier. Bigger. Huge. Massive. And your balls. Oh, your big bull balls. Oh, I love that you are the biggest, Sir. You also fuck much better. Please, fuck me again, Sir." With a wink, Leo indicated that he knew he was being watched. I had to release my hand from my cock to control myself.

The brothers positioned themselves on their knees with their hands on the sofa back. On jockstraps, they displayed a remarkable anatomy. Their bodies formed a seamless, fluid arch. Without hesitation, Leo grabbed hold of Hassan's hips and slowly inserted his cock inside his hole. Leo started out slow and gentle, but Hassan screamed as if he was being tortured. "Don't stop," he insisted. Leo's movements were forceful yet precise, driving deep into Hassam's hole. My ex-boyfriend let out a guttural moan, his fingers digging into the cushions beneath him.

When Hassam's hole was already more open and relaxed, Leo did the same with Hamid. As Leo pounded away at Hassan and Hamid, he reveled in the power he held over them. Each thrust brought forth another cry of ecstasy from his partners, fueling his own arousal even more. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he fought to maintain control, but ultimately gave in to his primal urges. Leo's hands moved swiftly, landing sharp slaps on both men's ass cheeks as he continued to dominantly penetrate them. The stinging sensation sent waves of pleasure through their bodies, heightening their already intense experience. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room as Leo punctuated every slap with a deep grunt.

Each blow ignited new sparks of desire within them, causing their bodies to writhe and squirm beneath Leo's masterful touch. Hassan and Hamid clung to each other, their bodies pressed close as Leo ravaged them mercilessly. Every moment seemed to build upon the last. Hamid was the first to cum, without even touching his cock.

It was a delight seeing Leo from behind, his muscular glutes ravaging their holes. But his monster cock was the true star of the show and when he sat on the sofa again and Hassan started to bounce on his lap, I had a clear vision of his cock pulsating. It looked thicker than ever! Leo held Hassan's thighs and lifted him with force, controlling the Persian's movement towards his cock. It was as if he was using Hassan's entire body as an object. How strong he was! He seemed to remind us all of what size really means. When he lifted Hassan's body into the air for a few moments, it was possible to see the size of the anal dilation. What a huge hole had been dug! The outcome was becoming obvious: Leo shoved his big cock back into Hassan's ass, the Persian stud came.

The brothers begged Leo to cum inside one of their asses, in a dispute that sounded a bit desperate. But, perhaps wanting me to see the cum dripping from his dick, he grabbed both of his subs by the neck and rubbed his dick between their lips, until his huge balls emptied and a waterfall of cum flowed out. When I saw Leo cumming, I came along, as a form of belonging. It had been a while since a handjob felt so good.

The brothers fought over each jet, but there were so many that they managed to satisfy both of their thirsts sufficiently. Hassan collapsed beside Leo, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Hamid rolled over to face him, a look of pure bliss etched on his features. We all had our gaze fixed on Leo as though hypnotized by his raw masculinity.

For a few moments, the trio simply basked in the afterglow of their explosive encounter before slowly coming back to reality. Sitting on the sofa, nude, Leo's cock hung off the edge, passing it. What a monster! He then shoved his thick manmeat back in his shorts and told the subs to leave.

Ten minutes later, he knocked on my bedroom door. I had gone back to watching some movie, with headphones, pretending I hadn't seen anything. Leo smelled like sex. He lay down next to me and looked like he was in that post-coital bliss. He told me that he had already dismissed the Persian brothers and that I could leave the room if I wanted. He again complimented me on my jockstrap and asked me if I had ever thought of wearing the white one.

His huge cock was bouncing around inside his red shorts and I could no longer hide my desire. I thought Florida had changed my perception, but I was tempted again. I made up a date with that 28-year-old guy from Grindr, put on some clothes and went to The Viking's Temple, where I decided to sleep (in my office).

That same night I visited the Top Wrestler's OnlyFans webpage and jerked off about four times to some of Leo's videos. I imagined me and him topping Eric, like best buddies.

On Friday, we continued our training regimen at the Viking's Temple. I slept there and I could not tell if Leo noticed it, but he was happy to see me at eight, when he arrived there. "I missed you this morning. I hope you had a great sex night," he chuckled. I had changed to some sportswear I always had on the gym. Amidst the clattering of weights and the sounds of exertion, Leo suddenly spoke up. "Hey, Thomas, don't forget about the dinner with Patrick."

"Who?" I asked, confused.

"Patrick. Jasmine's husband. We are going to talk about business." I paused for a moment, the reminder caught me off guard. I had completely forgotten about it. I scratched my head, a sheepish grin on my face, and replied. "Oh, I completely banked on that. Thanks for reminding me."

On that day, Leo left the gym earlier. When I arrived home, I saw why. He was already dressed in a finely tailored charcoal gray suit, each thread seeming to embrace his sculpted physique. The jacket, well fitted, highlighted his broad shoulders and tapered down to a narrow waist, emphasizing his V-shaped torso. Beneath the crisp white shirt, I couldn't help but notice the veins tracing along his bulging forearms. His trousers draped over powerful thighs and would lead anyone's gaze down to polished black dress shoes. Even in his formal attire, his chiseled chest and sculpted arms seemed to strain against the fabric.

Each step he took accentuated the way his glutes moved beneath the material. The fabric strained slightly across his rear, clung to the firm, round curves of his butt. Finally, the groin area, where an absurd volume revealed the difficulty of the fabric in containing the thick, bulging package that demanded attention. It was impossible not to stare. Bulging in his suit trousers, the outline of his uncut cock was heavy, giving his overall appearance an imposing air.

I had never cared about formal attires before. But I think that was the moment, I hate to admit, I had recognize Leo was something else. He looked serious, strong. Handsome. He was not just a man, but the man.

Inspired, I decided to upgrade my looks and selected a black suit from my wardrobe. I took a quick shower and hurried to get dressed. Once I had the suit on, I stood before the mirror, ready to knot my tie. Just then, Leo entered the room. "Need a hand with that tie, Thomas?"

Gratefully, I nodded and stepped closer to him, allowing him to adjust the tie knot. I watched Leo's deft fingers with a mixture of admiration and gratitude. With my tie impeccably knotted, we exchanged smiles in the mirror, both looking dashing in our suits. I wanted to go with my motorbike, but Leo showed me the keys of an expensive car he had bought, with the money he was getting through Eric's videos. I accepted the offer and we both headed to the restaurant.

The dinner took place at one of the finest restaurants in Dallas, a place known for its excellent cuisine and elegant ambiance. Leo and I were joined by the hosts for the night, Patrick and Jasmine. I understood what Leo saw in them. Patrick was a forty man whose appearance was imposing and Jasmine, whom I knew from the gym, was looking like a slut with incredible breasts.

As the conversation ebbed and flowed, it quickly became evident that Patrick had more than just a passing interest in The Viking's Temple. He expressed his desire to invest further in the gym, suggesting plans to purchase new machines and expand the gym's area by acquiring the adjacent property. His enthusiasm for the venture was infectious, and Leo and I listened attentively, intrigued by the possibilities.

However, throughout the evening, Patrick and Jasmine's interactions with Leo took on a flirtatious tone. They exchanged glances and innuendos, insinuating that Leo should visit their house for a more personal and intimate gathering. When Jasmine got up to go to the bathroom, Patrick took a very direct approach: "As you may be aware, Mr. Thomas, Leo is ultra-hung. My wife is a size queen and I could never satisfy her the way Leo does. She can't stop taking her eyes off the bulge in his pants. And neither do I!" he joked. "That's the main reason I want to pour money in your gym. Leo said he cares about it and I want him to be satisfied."

"Fuck yeah. Jasmine is hot. Her tits are amazing. I get hard just thinking about it." Leo replied like a man in his 20's full of hormones.

"Well, take it easy, big man, or these fabrics will rip apart," Patrick replied. "I know you always come to our house on Tuesdays, but we wish you would come more often. Sex without you isn't the same anymore. We talk about you every day. Wanna go there by tonight?"

"Sure, man."

I couldn't stand listening to that in silence anymore. I was feeling really pissed, like Leo was selling himself to that straight couple. "Leo, let's go to the bathroom. There is something I want to say to you." I said.

"Really? Now? I can't get up right now."

But I was impatient and even willing to challenge him. "Get up, Leo, I want to have a serious talk with you."

He was a little pissed but came after me, the bulge in his pants bigger than ever. I locked us in the medium-sized bathroom. We found ourselves engaged in a heated discussion. My voice tinged with frustration, and I began, "Leo, I don't understand why you're so eager to go to their house. I thought we would spend time together."

Leo, his brow furrowed, responded, "Thomas, I appreciate that, but Patrick and Jasmine are offering something that I'm interested in. I want to fuck someone."

"Again, Leo? You fucked her on Tuesday, you fucked both Hassan and Hamid yesterday. And tomorrow I know you are going to fuck Aaron at Eric's house. Isn't it too much?"

The tension in the room was palpable, and I couldn't hide the jealousy and anger that welled up inside me: "Are you telling me you're more interested in sex with them than spending time with me?"

Leo sighed, his expression conflicted. "It's not just about sex, Thomas. It's about the experiences. When I am around them I feel like a king."

Unable to contain my frustration any longer, I blurted out, "Well, I also want a moment alone with you. Both of us. You can't deny there is some attraction here between us." I couldn't even believe those words were coming out of my mouth.

Leo's eyes widened in surprise at my confession. The moment hung in the air, our emotions laid bare. The bathroom had become an unexpected confessional, and the truth had finally been revealed. "Wow, say it again, Thomas".

"Come on, Leo... You know it."

The muscular Latin man, after a moment of contemplation, responded, "Of course there is a strong chemistry between us. But I always choose penetration over whatever you are offering me. You are a top, Thomas. You said so yourself."

I was so horny my thoughts seemed clouded. I decided to be very direct. I couldn't lose him to the straight couple on that night: "Well, would you mind getting sucked?"

We were facing each other, our eyes locking in a silent challenge. Without warning, Leo lunged forward and captured my lips in a searing kiss. His dominant nature took over as he used one hand to cup the back my head, holding me in place as he devoured my mouth.

I was always used to set the pace of the kisses, but this time I didn't resist, instead melting into his embrace. My hands found purchase on Leo's toned torso, gripping tightly as if to ground myself against the onslaught of emotions coursing through me.

As we broke apart, sweat glistened on our skin and our breath mingled in the air. Leo's confident smile spread across his face as he taunted me with another kiss, daring him to step up his game. "You are going to suck my cock in The Viking's Temple," Leo said. The Viking's Temple. It was my sacred place. It was only fair that it would be the scenario of the day when a Power top like me lost his reason and succumbed to a more dominant man. At that moment I didn't imagine that it wouldn't just be my throat that would be fucked.

LEO

There was something left out in the things I told Thomas. I used to reserve Fridays for meeting someone new. Jasmine, Patrick, the Persa brothers and Aaron were already guaranteed fucks. I liked the idea of ​​fucking someone new. And I always turned to Grindr.

On that app, men categorized themselves as Top, Vers or Bottom. And some variations of that spectrum. From my experience, the dynamics often revolved around Tops seeking Bottoms ad vice-versa.

However, when scrolling through some profiles on a Friday night, I came across one of a 32-year-old man who really interested me. Attractive, bearded, tall, he said he owned a ranch in Texas. Cowboy vibes. I felt a very strong attraction to that male figure. However, he was another Top.

I started a conversation, asking if he really was just a top or if he made exceptions when the other guy's cock was EXTREMELY big. I wrote like this, in capital letters. His name was Mark. "I'm not here to bottom for anyone," was his reply. Our interactions progressed, he seemed also attracted to me. When I felt the time was right, I shared some photos showcasing the enormity of my cock, taking advantages of good light and good angles. With a smirk in my reply, I played my trump card: "Hey Mark, I appreciate your confidence, but have you seen a cock as big as this? Maybe you should reconsider."

Mark didn't respond for a few minutes. When he finally replied, he was changed. Mark was the first of a long list of Tops or Dom Tops I fucked while Thomas was away: Bull Barron. Daddy XL. 100% Dom Top. I relished the unique dynamic of these interactions, where my sheer confidence and physical attributes allowed me to assert myself as the ultimate Top, claiming the holes of those who were initially looking for bottoms.

Those experiences on Grindr taught me a valuable lesson about the dynamics of the male world - it often revolved around competition or the inherent need for a masculine, authoritarian figure for a leader. In the realm of male interaction, there was a natural tendency to establish hierarchies. Whether it was about some physical prowess, attribute, wealth, we often found ourselves gravitating towards the Alpha figure. Particularly in the realm of sex between men and bodybuilding, my experiences had reinforced two age-old sayings: "size matters" and "the bigger the better."

It was an ego boost. A challenge. Breaking a top's resistance. Confronted by the bigger men, some of those so-called Tops faced an innate tendency to submit to me. Having a huge dick was already an anatomical advantage granted by nature. My muscles and looks were a plus. It was a primal instinct that had been hardwired into the human psyche per millenia, rooted in the dynamics of tribal and pack behavior.

These tops I had fucked were just a taster, a test drive. The ass I most wanted to fuck was that of Thomas, my coach, who for me represented the pinnacle of masculinity. His limits were harder to break. But that night, perhaps overcome by jealousy over my interactions with the couple Jasmine and Patrick, Thomas offered to suck my dick. It was something I couldn't let go, even if it cost me a pussy. it would open doors so he could overcome his resistance. We left the restaurant in a hurry.

As I was very horny, the drive from the restaurant to the gym seemed like an eternity. We went up the stairs holding each other, with me hugging him from behind, Thomas's ass was perfect in those suit pants.

It was midnight, the gym was empty, and I opened the door with inexplicable speed. I took Thomas's face I my hands, holding him firmly and our lips met in a possessive kiss. Thomas was slowly adapting himself to a more submissive role, surrendering to my presence.

"You wanted this," I growled, pulling him into a crushing embrace. "And you're going to love every minute of it."

My hands roamed over his body, feeling the tension coiled tightly within him. With a smirk, I leaned in and claimed his mouth with mine. It was a hard, demanding kiss that left no question about who was in charge there. But Thomas didn't disappoint. He met my demands eagerly, his tongue tangling with mine. Our hands were everywhere, exploring each other's bodies. I dominated every inch of him, using my strength to pin him down and mark him as mine.