Little Top, Big Bottom Ch. 01

Once these guys found out I was gay, then the true curiosity was peaked. Most couldn't believe it and then they felt odd because they had complimented me on my body just minutes earlier.

The bolder ones would ask me questions like, what kind of men did I like, when did I know I was gay, have I ever slept with women. These guys really gave themselves away, that they were open to experimenting with a guy like me. The questions would turn sexual, what's anal sex like, what's it like to kiss a guy. I got them all worked up and then I had them.

You would think they would just want to go easy their first time out and just kiss or jerk off. Not with me. Kissing and jerking were the appetizers. Fucking their ass was the main course. Dessert was loading them up with my swimmers. Some felt like complete shit when I was done with them, and they would slink out of my apartment never to be heard from again. Others had their eyes opened and always came back for more, the wife was out of town, or the girlfriend was out on a "girl's night." It didn't matter. I was their man crush; fantasy fuck and I didn't give a shit if they never wanted a repeat, but they always did. I loved the midnight texts from a drunk frat boy wanting to suck dick and do a little anal. It made them hot to know a big stud like me was filling them up.

So, there I was that first night, face down on a king bed, getting the hell fucked out of me and into me by a hot little muscle boy half my size and probably five years younger. I really didn't want it to stop. I was going through a life-changing event, and I didn't know that I craved this, I must have or else I wouldn't have given in so easily. It was non-stop fucking all night until we fell asleep due to exhaustion. I slept like a baby until rudely awakened in the morning by his cock sliding into my ass as I slept. I woke up with a jolt of pain and pleasure, his weight on top of me was warm, and just right. I liked that he didn't ask permission to fuck me, he just did it.

You would think a guy like him would kick me to the curb after morning sex, I mean, I would have in normal circumstances. Fuck and get out so I can get on with my day. But the truth is, I never left. I stayed the whole weekend at his request or demand, more or less. He said he took a liking to me, and that I was his greatest conquest. Over the course of that weekend, we only stopped fucking to eat or sleep. He was aggressive most of the time and other times he was gentle and passionate like he was making love to me, my legs on his shoulders, kissing me and asking me if I was ok.

My direction, and purpose in life changed in an instant. I went from a man totally in control of my life and my destiny to a boyfriend, a partner in a matter of days. Jason is a type-A control freak, telling me what to wear, who I spend time with, working out with me but I can tell he loves me. He says it was love at first sight for him. For me, it was love with the first kiss. Fireworks.

3 months later:

That was then, and his is now. As usual, I'm flat on my back, legs up in the air being held open at the ankles. Jason says he likes to see my handsome face while he fucks me. My legs are so big in contrast to Jason's smaller muscular shoulders; they look like they could crush him under their weight. I sometimes worry my two-hundred-twenty pounds would be too much for his one-hundred-fifty-pound jock frame, but he never complained. My dick is rock hard laying flat against my eight pack abs and leaking pre-cum into their ridges. Jason calls them my "cum gutters." Jason's abs too are outstanding, and they are displayed in full force as he continuously rams his amazing eight thick inches of cock in and out of my fuck hole.

I had settled into my new role very nicely. I had accepted that I was Jason's bottom, and he was in charge. We did everything together. My favorite thing was to workout with him. It was such a turn on to know that all the guys at the gym were thinking that I was this big Alpha stud who was taking this little guy with a gymnast body under my wing to train him to get bigger and achieve my kind of body mass. But really, I was some big muscular bitch who was constantly being pushed around behind closed doors and my ass was just a cumdump for the man I loved.

Jason made sure to dress me in tight workout clothes to show off my spectacular physique. It was all Underarmour, all the time, nothing baggy, all compression. I must say the tights and shorts showed my ass like no other. I have a 32" waist but my ass...my ass was a good 45" around. A big, rock hard, bubble of muscle ass that was always dripping a little bit with Jason's jizz.

Jason likes to breed me first thing in the morning when he wakes up. He usually wakes up before me, wastes no time waking me up with a nice slow fuck. I'm a stomach sleeper so it's easy access for him, my ass is always pointing up and lubed from the night before. He wakes up, rolls over on top of me and slides in which makes me always wake up with a jolt. It used to throw me off but now I'm used to it. Then there are our after-workout fucks. He likes it when I'm pumped up and my muscles swell with blood. He really gets off on seeing me strain and watching my veins pop to the surface during a good post-workout pounding.

Right now, Jason's eyes penetrate mine and his sweat runs down his forehead, dripping off his nose and into my mouth. I stick my tongue out to catch every drop of his salty fuck sweat. I want every part of him inside me even if it means licking the sweat from his body. He gives me a cocky smile. He knows how turned on I am. I must look pathetic laying there wagging my tongue to catch his perspiration. He knows me too well. His smile tells me something is coming. And then before I know it, he spits into my open mouth. I am thrown off; my face must have shown shock because he started to laugh as he fucked me. Looking down at me he spoke with his eyes. They told me that there was more where that came from, and he did it again. Spit right into my mouth. I swallowed. It was delicious. It was a sweet, salty taste. A small taste of my man. A small taste of power.

This was the third fuck of the day, and it wasn't even noon. He woke me with a nice slow, deep, drawn-out fuck before breakfast. We went to CrossFit, and he fucked me in the shower when we got home, my chest to the wall, bent at the knees so he could reach my hole. I had my hands pressed against the glass along with one side of my face, moaning like a whore. After the shower, Jason pulled me into the bedroom, pushed me back on to the bed and started another plowing session. I admit he could get to be a little too much sometimes. I then remember he is twenty-two-years old and guys his age are always ready to fuck. To have me around must be ecstasy for a horny muscle jock like him.

After he dumped a load inside my gut, we lay in the afterglow of our fuck session.

"I think you're trying to kill me," I say out of breath to Jason.

"What?"

"Sex this morning, then a two-hour work out, and then sex twice after."

"Watching you workout makes me fucking horny. I can barely wait to get out of there so we can get home to fuck. I'd love to bend you over a bench and fuck you while everyone in class watches. That's hot."

I had to admit, that would be hot. "Yeah? Let all those hot guys watch you own my ass."

"Let all those hot guys watch me cum in your ass," Jason corrected me with a smirk.

I had accepted the fact that I will always be the bottom in this relationship, and I will always have a load of cum in my ass. I think Jason mass produces it or something. His loads are huge, I can never seem to get rid of all of it. Because of that, we rarely use lube, I have his natural lube in stock.

He rolled over and kissed me, running his fingers through the pool of my own cum that filled my cum gutters of my abs. He raised his finger to my lips, I opened my mouth and accepted it and sucked my cum off his finger.

"Taste yourself," he said in a hushed tone.

I swallowed it and smiled. "Mmmm, so good."

"God, I love watching you do that, sucking your own jizz of my fingers, swallowing it like a whore."

I didn't mind that either, him calling me a whore. He definitely made me feel like one sometimes. I can never say no to him. When he wants to fuck, I just bend over and let him fuck me, four, five, six times a day sometimes. He's a great top and he can make my cum every time we fuck. For me, it's the fact that I know this little man has a power over me that I can't say no to. For him, I'm sure it's the feeling of power he gets by bringing down a hunk like me.

"I love being your whore, dude," I murmur to him.

"I know. You're a natural."

He jumped out of bed, grabbed a pair of tight boxer briefs, and padded to the kitchen. I crawled out of bed, sore from being bent into a pretzel for the last thirty-minutes. I have long legs and when they spend an inordinate amount of time suspended in the air while a small fuck machine drills me, they can get fatigued. You have no idea what I go through to satisfy that kid.

I grab a pair of briefs from the same drawer as Jason. We wear the same underwear even though I could stand to wear a size bigger, he's a size small 29-30 waist and I'm a medium size 32-34 waist, a small waist for such a big guy, I know. Jason loves to see me in skintight briefs, he says it's sexy. I know they look sexy as fuck on him. I slide them up over my smooth legs and up over my boulder like ass.

Jason makes me wax my body, he likes me silky smooth, and when I wear tight workout gear, it always feels so nice, smooth, and erotic. I know I like to be smooth to better show muscle definition, Jason says it's also a symbol of submission. It's sort of like giving up a part of me for him, a little emasculation. He's naturally smooth all over, which I really love. His muscles are already so hard, the smoothness makes him look streamlined.

When I get to the kitchen, he's preparing a couple of protein shakes. I lean against the counter next to him and fold my arms over my chest. Since we have become an item, I always wonder if other people know that I'm gay. Outside of the gay community, no one knows about my sexual identity. Mostly because my job would frown upon it as I work for a company run by old, fat, white, hetero men who pretend to be Christians. They don't look too kindly on homos in their ranks.

"Jason, do you think the guys at the gym know about me? I mean, that I'm..."

"My bitch?" he said interrupting me with a cocky grin.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, asshole, that I'm your bitch," I quipped back with sarcasm.

"Nah. Those lug-heads are too stupid to notice shit like that. Besides, don't worry about it. I don't," he said before hitting the blender button. After it stopped, he continued, "What are you worried about anyway? You're bigger than anyone there. You afraid of getting the shit kicked out of you or something, big man?"

"No. It's just that..." He turned on the blender again. The blender stopped, I said, "Easy for you, you're a real estate agent. I'm in corporate America and those assholes might fire me if they knew."

"Derek don't worry about it. No one at work is going to find out. Who cares if they do? You'll just quit that job and find another. You're so pretty, you don't even need a fucking resume," he smiled and handed me a shake. "By the way, you look killer in those briefs," he told me with a kiss on my shoulder. I smiled and felt good that he approved.

I can't say that I don't miss topping because I do. It's just that I no longer see it as a priority. Jason fulfills me, literally, and I find myself too satisfied with riding his big cock whenever I can, or whenever HE wants me to is more like it. Lately, he has taken to fucking me while I'm bent over in front of a mirror. He says it's so I can see my rightful place as a true bottom. He says I need to see my superior body is really nothing more than a playground for him and other men like him. To see him plowing me from behind, looking into his eyes through the mirror is so erotic. When he smirks at me, I have been known to cum without touching myself.

Jason and I have been together for about three-months now. I find that I have never been in love with anyone as much as I am with Jason. I know Jason feels the same way, he always makes sure that I am taken care of in every way. He takes time after work to ask me how my day was, always asking if there is anything I need. It's almost always a no. He's too attentive. I can't think of anything I need.

My birthday was coming up and he asked me what I wanted. I said that I didn't need anything.

"I need to get my giant muscle man something. Come on babe, what do you want? Anything." He stands on his tip toes, puts his arms around my neck to bring me down to him for a kiss.

"Really Jason, I'm fine. I have everything I need."

"Is there something you want to do? Anything?"

"No, dude. Nothing. I just want to spend the day with you," I said giving him another kiss. Even though we'd been together for three months, I still couldn't break my habit of calling him "dude". Besides at work, I called everyone "dude" or "bro". He had started to call me "babe" shortly after that first night we met. "Why? Is there anything YOU want to do that day?" I asked.

"Remember that time I told you I had a fantasy of fucking you at the gym? In front of the guys?"

I looked at him suspiciously and answered slowly, "Yeeaah. Wait, you're not going to fuck me at the gym in front of the guys, are you?" Once again, the thought made me horny. Of course, I knew it was some porn fantasy that would never happen, but still. "I mean, unless you want to...," I dropped off.

He grinned and called me out, "I knew it. I knew you would like that."

I nodded and shrugged at the same time. "I admit, the idea does sound fucking hot."

He nodded and just kept grinning. "Say in some magical parallel universe that did happen, how about if some of those guys were to join in?"

I laughed at him. "You mean, like gang-bang me?"

"Uh huh," he replied.

I felt like this was a test. I wasn't sure how I should answer. It's not like I haven't been in orgies before, just never as a bottom. And that interested me too. We talked about doing some threesomes, we were both open to it. We both agreed that if the opportunity ever came up that we would.

"Is that something YOU would like? A gang-bang?" I asked, playing it safe.

"I'm asking you."

"I don't want you to get mad," I said cautiously.

He laughed. "Babe, you just answered my question."

"Oh. So, are you mad?"

"Not at all, babe! I would cum so hard watching you get nailed in front of me. Maybe for your birthday I'll cook something up."

I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I love Jason but there are times when I miss my old life of slutting around town, having sex with tons of guys. I secretly hoped that maybe our relationship was steering in a new direction towards an open relationship.