Tales From a Jock

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Tales from a Jock: Top That

I had been stationed at Pearl Harbor for about a year and I was losing my mind.

Between boot camp, A school, C school and then getting used to my ship I had kept my dick in my pants and my nose to the grindstone. All work and no fuck makes Jack a dull boy...but I had a problem.

I was on an island.

Now Hawaii sounds good for a vacation. Nice beaches, clear ocean, lots of over priced crap to buy as souvenirs, everything you'd want in a two week stretch. But the reality of living there was something altogether different. One, everything was fucking expensive. The entire place was priced for people who had money to burn on their vacation. The military did not pay me enough money to afford this shit. Even with my COLA (cost of living adjustment) I couldn't afford anything off base.

That, coupled with the fact that the it was so fucking small, it made hooking up on the DL hard. Everyone knew everyone and there wasn't enough of a population to find guys like me that were looking for a fast fuck without comment. So I was stuck, a bisexual fuck boy with no one to fuck. At first I stayed to myself on the ship, I wasn't a big joiner and it came off like I was stuck up or anti social. But as time went by people realized I was neither, I just did my own thing and as in high school, people began to gravitate towards me.

It was a weird phenomenon, normal people went out of their way for human connection and validation. They craved belonging and being a part of something, while I did not. Groups were fine and all but I just didn't care if people liked me or not. Some people just assumed I was an asshole, which I am, and left me alone. But there was always a group of people that were drawn to it. I didn't understand it much, I assumed it had something to do with sheep and wolves but it happened again, and just like that I had a group of guys I hung out with.

Now I know I've gone on about how I nailed more than a few guys on my baseball team in HS, so what I am going to say next might sound funny but it was the truth.

You don't shit where you eat.

The guys I ran with were cute, very fuckable and probably malleable enough to talk them into it, but this wasn't high school. We literally lived on top of each other, I couldn't risk fucking one of these guys and him either freaking out or getting feelings. So to go back to my main point.

I needed to fuck something, now.

Now the only viable targets to fuck were tourists, and fortunately there were a lot of them. We were all young, in great shape, and had that military look, so when we went out we did pretty well. A couple of the guys had week long relationships with girls, they would meet, go out, fuck like bunnies, go out on like three dates and then promise to keep in touch but never do. Even a week with the same girl bugged me so I tagged the occasional girl, off by herself but it wasn't enough for me. I wanted more.

I wanted a challenge.

Look, I know what I look like and I know how people react to it. You can call that cocky, I just say it's a fact. Flirting with a girl and getting her to go out with me wasn't that hard. I knew how to charm them and I looked innocent enough for them to trust. And when push came to shove, I didn't find many girls who wouldn't let me fuck them when I asked. It was fun, but not fulfilling. I missed the chase, the game of talking a guy up, lowering his defenses and then fucking him silly.

As the summer passed the tourist started to dry up and our flow of casual sex became an occasional drip. We stopped hitting the tourist spots and began to look at the local hangout for potential scores. That was when he found another reason Hawaii sucks. The locals really don't like the military a lot. If you've been to Hawaii I assure you, this isn't really evident at first glance. The population knows that tourists bring money so they are genuinely nice to everyone.

Until they see you more than a few times.

Once they get you live here to their whole attitude changes. There were a lot of bars downtown that we were warned to stay away from because guys had been jumped and beaten up there before. There were only two real avenues left. Tourist traps, which were empty, or gay bars.

Now there was no way in hell I was going to bring up a gay bar. I was already flying under the radar and I didn't trust myself to walk into a gay bar and not look at the menu. So I was kind of shocked when one of the other guys brought it up.

"Dude, are you insane?" one of them asked him.

"No hear me out. We can go there, hang out, be nice, and I bet we get free drinks all night."

"Yeah but won't we have to like do stuff?"

I swear to god I was forcing myself not to laugh.

"Think about it man! We flirt a little, and drink free all night. And if there are any chicks there they will be blown away that we're straight."

They all thought about it silently, I could not believe this was an actual topic.

"What if a guy touches me?" one of them asked.

"Depends on how secure you are with your masculinity," I answered.

They all looked at me expectantly, since I was the defacto leader. "Who cares if a guy hits on you? Who cares if a guy touches you. Just say you're not interested and move on. It's either sit in a hotel bar and blow our cash on cheap drinks, hoping a tourist comes by or sit in a gay club and drink free all night and hope gay guys have cute girl friends with them."

What the fuck was I saying? I didn't want to go to a gay club! Where the fuck did that come from?

If you haven't figured it out yet, my dick is much smarter than me and makes nearly all my choices in life when I'm not paying attention.

"There's a club over by the university, I think it's called Scarlet."

I had heard of this place but like I said, never risked heading in. It's a pretty popular place, on a weekend it would be packed. Maybe so packed I could ditch these chuckleheads for a little fun for once.

"I heard of it too," I said, "Pretty crowded on Fridays."

They were cautious but as always, they were following my lead and just agreed to it.

I tried not to look too excited.

That Friday after duty we all dressed up, well as much as four sailors can dress up, and made our way downtown. As always it was busy, but it was the off season so it wasn't wall to wall with people. If it were we wouldn't be having to try this. We stopped off at a hotel bar and front loaded some, they were going to need liquid courage to willingly walk into a gay bar. I was nervous, but in a whole other way.I already felt my inner beast stir, I was getting close to prey and it had been starved for far too long. I had already dropped back into my silent mode, which is where I nurse a drink and take in my surrounds, while looking like I could give a fuck about anything. It had given me a reputation as an asshole in high school but I was ok with that.

I was an asshole.

After a slight buzz we made our way to Scarlet, a small group of people were crowded around the door, waiting to come in. They were obviously gay, and I suppose I don't mean that as a complete insult. I don't react well to tight, shiney shirts, glitter or eye makeup unless it's on a girl. I'm attracted to other masculine guys, which isn't a slight on them but more if a comment about my dick. It knew what it liked and there was no talking it out of anything. These people were less than prey, they were cattle. Not even worth pursuing.

When we got up there the doorman looked us up and down, finally pausing on me, "You. It's know what kind of club this is right?"

I nodded and he sighed, "Don't come in here starting shit, I mean it. If you don't think we'll toss four squids, you're nuts. And if I have to do that believe I am calling the MP's and you can explain to them why you're here."

I nodded again and pulled out two tens, "We're here to dance and drink, that's all."

He looked unimpressed but he took the money and let us in.

The second I walked in something in me growled.

God I loved clubs, the lights, the music, the people. It was so easy to just get lost, blend in and watch, I had been sneaking into gay clubs since I was 17. At first I thought I was being slick and looked older, it took me a few times to realize they weren't going to throw out a teenage jock who looked like me. I cut my teeth in places like this. Learned to lean on a bar, nursing a drink. My body was on display, my shirt riding up the back exposing a strip of my waist that was all muscle and smooth. I had learned to scout a room without making eye contact, seeming like I was seeing through people in stead of at them. There was a fine line between looking hot but aloof and like a stuck up dick. The first one got you only the brave ones to walk up to you and try to flirt, the other made everyone avoid you like the plague.

It was like muscle memory, I stopped walking and started prowling. One of the guys grabbed my shoulder and told me to wait up, and I remembered I wasn't supposed to be this guy. I was clueless, serious Navy guy. All around bud and chill master that everyone got along with.

Fuck, my lives were colliding.

I put my mask back on and waited for my entourage of ducklings to catch up. They looked all around and up, their mouths open, pointing as they went. We were so fucking straight it hurt but that was ok, that was who I was supposed to be right now. I motioned for us to go upstairs, there was a railing all the way around so you could look down on the dance floor. This did two things, got them high and away from the crowd and also stranded them up here, so when I decided to go back downstairs I was alone.

We got some drinks and a good corner to huddle in and just drank. None of these guys had the balls to actually do anything, which left it up to me to get the ball rolling if I wanted to ditch them. I finished my drink and said I was going to scout the bar and get another one.. I'd be back with a recon report. They all nodded like bobble heads, thrilled none of them had to risk catching the gay by walking around.

Straight guys are so funny.

I walked downstairs and began to hunt. It was earlyish so there weren't a lot of people here yet. The better looking people wouldn't show up until later, only desperate and straight guys were here this early. I got more than a few stares as I paced around the dance floor. Realizing there wasn't anyone here I'd want yet I started looking for girls. If I could get some girls on my friends they wouldn't notice when I slipped away. If the girls were hot enough they wouldn't notice if Godzilla took a stroll downtown. I found a group of girls at a back bar, it looked like some kind of engagement party. They had party hats and shit on, so it was that or the lamest birthday party I'd seen. I walked up to their table and they all stopped to look me up and down.

Hmmm, so that's how it looks from the other side, interesting.

"Ladies, I don't mean to intrude, but I have a favor to ask."

One of the girls, who was already buzzed said, "Depends, you gonna be naked while asking?"

They all laughed and looked at me expectantly.

What the fuck, not like I'm shy.

I pulled my shirt off and flexed my abs, "Better?"

They all cheered and clapped, the girl who had dared me just nodded, ogling my body the entire time.

"Me and my friends are here because most of the bars around here are pretty lame. We're straight and were wondering if you ladies would like to join us?"

One of the other girls blurted out, "Do they look like you?" Followed by the pack of them laughing.

"We're all in the Navy."

That got their attention and they started looking at each other, seeing if everyone else agreed. Finally the drunk one, who I assumed was the female version of me for their group said, "Fuek it, why not?"

They all started to gather their stuff up while I put my shirt back on.

"Awww, shows over?" One of the girls cried.

I gave her a grin, "Or it could just be starting."

They all laughed and followed me upstairs. Now I'm going to be honest, I was already pretty well liked with these guys. We had bonded over the last months and had pretty much accepted me as the guy in charge. But when I walked up the steps with nine, drunk girls in tow, I would forever be known as their god. For the rest of my time on the ship they would tell the story about how I talked a pack of girls to hang with us, in a gay bar nonetheless. I would be a legend for the time I was stationed here, not a bad thing to be known as.

I introduced my girls to my guys and we pulled a second table over so we could all gather around. After a couple of rounds of drinks we found out that, Missy? Chrissy? I don't know one of them, had just graduated nursing school and they had all come out to celebrate. The guys at first were hopeless, not knowing how to talk to girls that actually approached them. But I introduced them one by one and added what they did on the ship and where they were from. Sure enough one of the girls was from the same state and they began to talk about where exactly they lived. Seeing that no one was going to bite, they all began talking.

Drunk girl started chatting me up but I was so not looking for that. She wasn't bad looking in any other day I would have taken her up on offer. Instead quietly told her I had a girl back on the mainland and I was just here to help these guys out. She muttered something about lucky girl and ignored me for the rest of the night since I was off the menu.

Part one of the plan, complete.

As the night went in and the place filled up I excused myself to go to the bathroom so I could scope out downstairs. There was much a better selection of guys now, my mouth practically watered at the idea. Once again I made a lap of the place, taking in the new people and cataloging the ones I was interested in. I found a few possibilities so headed to a bar and grabbed a drink.

I had discovered people did not really engage with people who weren't drinking in a bar. If you weren't holding a glass you came off as suspect and it could actually make your approach harder. I was waiting for my drink when I heard someone next to me say.

"There is no way you're single."

God that was such a bad first line. It was so obvious he was asking if I was available or not it hurt. The key to a good first line is to really hit them sideways in what your intentions were. If you were scoping out if they were single or not, then you already lost because it implies you care. If you just walk up to a guy and ask how badly he wanted to get fucked tonight, I assure you your odds of finding someone to respond positively skyrockets.

I forced myself not to roll my eyes and l glanced over.

He was six something, messy black hair, and effect that takes a load of product to look so casual, he had on tight jeans, that highlighted his ass and legs, and a tank top that made it pretty clear he worked out constantly. He was cute in that he was stacked and wasn't ugly. He wasn't going to win any awards on his face, but his body more than made up for it. He had one leg up on the bar, another lame approach to show off your package. Pro tip, if you have to pose to show your junk off....don't bother.

I took all that in within the first second and then I really looked at him.

He had swagger, a bravado that only came from being on your home turf. This guy owned this bar, at least in his mind, and he thought I was just another guy who swam into his net. When I turned to face him his eyes darted down and I smiled. I had on a pair of well worn blue jeans with some rips in the knees. The jeans weren't anything designer or special. Their only characteristic is that they were old and I had worn them a lot.

So why do I wear them out to hunt?

Because my cock had worn the denim down the right side of my crotch from days and days of going commando. There was a practical outline of my dick on display if you were really looking.

And he was really looking,

He looked up quickly but it was too late, he'd been caught.

"Why do you ask?"

It was a quick turn round but effective. He was expecting some half embarrassed smile and a no from me which would have set up his next set of lines. I was supposed to respond, not ask.

"Um, well I wouldn't want to intrude on something," he stammered, never actually thinking why he would need to know before now.

I looked around and then back to him, "Not much to intrude on."

And waited.

Now he was flustered, unsure if I was interested or not. He hadn't been here before which told me everything I needed to know.

This poor boy thought he was an alpha.

It was adorable and I could see how he would come to that conclusion. After all he was a very big fish in a very small pond and he liked it that way. He was the muscle bound guy who you saw dancing alone with no shirt on in the middle of the dance floor, looking about two minutes away from being a stripper. He knew he was being watched and that was the whole point. He'd walk back to the bar, a nice sheen of sweat on him, exposing every single line of muscle he had, he'd turn around, lean back against the bar and survey his kingdom.

Idiots would approach him eager to touch, but anyone would do that wasn't worth his time. He didn't want just common guys who were thirsty for him. He wanted the best the club could offer him, he wasn't there to be approached, he was there to display the prize if he picked you tonight.

It was just too cute for words to be honest.

This guy wouldn't last five minutes in a San Diego bar. The sheer amount of Greek gods that walked the streets in Southern California would have made this fool run and hide under his bed. Once I had ascertained all that, I knew my mission for the night.

I was going to fuck this bad boy into submission.

He was going to tell me he was a top, and up to this point in his life he might have been. But after tonight, after tonight our boy here was going to accept and enjoy his new position as power bottom.

Count on it.

Finally he said, "I'm Lance." he held his hand out and I looked down at it.

"Jack", I said giving him a head nod, leaving his hand there as I turned back to the bar. Giving him a great shot of my lower back as my pants hung down some. I know just the start of my ass cracked showed, indicating two things I have a great ass and no underwear on.

I hear him mutter a quiet damn before he moves up next to me at the bar, "Visiting?"

Fair question, he'd know if I was gay and living here. The gay community was so small there probably would have been pictures of me on milk cartons and shit. So the safe bet was I was just passing through, even better for him to try to score with.

"Nope," I said smiling to the bartender as he slides me my beer.

He waits for me to elaborate but instead I take a slow sip and examine us in the mirror across from us. I look bored, which is what I'm going for, he looks confused, which again is the desired state for him to be in. He looks around the club, no doubt seeing if there is easier game to be had. I reach across the bar to steal a cherry from the bartender setup, this causes my shirt to rise up; exposing the bottom of my abs. It's comical how quickly his head spins and looks.

I pop the cherry in my mouth and turn to look at him, "And you?"

"I live here," he spits out, "I mean I'm from here."

I nod as I chew on the stem with my teeth. I look past him at the club, again not looking at anything; just watching his reaction.

"So you gay?" he asks.

Fair question, because in his mind I have to be straight and in the wrong club if I'm not responding to him.

I shake my head and I see him nod and stay to turn away.

"Bi, mostly girls but I dig guys."

He turns back with a huge smile, "That's cool, I dig girls too."

No he doesn't. Lance here is grade A cocksucker and he knows it. Sure he might have had a gf in high school to cover but this boy has wanted cock since he would utter his first word but I get it. He knows I'm only into masculine guys so he's trying to prove he is one.

It's like watching a puppy try to imitate a bigger dog.

"Cool," I said still scanning the crowd.

"So whatcha looking for?" he asks, begging for me to say him.

I look back at him and lock my eyes with his. He doesn't blink as I just stare through him.

"Sex, why else would I be here?"

My tone is so dismissive, so sardonic that he blinks a few times in response before he nods, "Yeah same, same."

I say nothing, just staring at him for a long time.

Finally he just vomits, "My place isn't far away you wanna go?"

I almost laugh, he sounds so a scared he might as well be running through a haunted house. I pretend to think about it for a while and the shrug, "Why not."

His face lights up with a smile as he shuffles towards the door. I put my beer down and give the bartender a wink as I follow him, slowly. He is forced to stop and backtrack to find me in the crowd, just throwing off any game he might have in his desperation.

We get outside and he points down the road, "It's down this way, we can walk."

Think about it, shrug and walk up the street, him right next to me, reminding me of a dog that is dying to jump up on you.

"So if you aren't visiting why you here?"

I twirl the stem in my mouth as I stare and him like he's an idiot and then point to my hair, "Really?"

"Oh yeah, military, duh," he laughs at himself, "I should have known, you have that look."

I slow down, "What look?"

I make it sound like he's insulted me but honestly I am just fucking with his mind some more. I need him to be completely turned around by the time we get to his place and starts feeling comfortable again.

"NO, no, no!! It's a good thing, I just mean military guys are hot!"

So he's just given me a compliment and I still haven't said word one about him. I nod and keep walking, leaving him hanging on a return compliment. Now he's nervous, did I not think he was hot too? He was shook because I had to think he was hot or why would I go home with him? His ego was reeling now and he needed validation really bad.

"So you just get stationed here?"

"Been here a year now."

"Oh, cause I've never seen you out."

"Don't go to a lot of gay bars. Not into the guys that show up."

He nods again, agreeing with everything I'm saying without hearing or, "Oh yeah me too, I know what you mean."

"Most of the guys who haunt those places are just pathetic."

He nods again but says nothing, now he's worried I think that of him. Now see if this was happening to me, which it wouldn't, I would have just called the guy on it. I would have demanded he clarify if he's talking about me or not. But Lance, he want gonna do that because he was afraid of the answer he'd get.

Cowards are a lot like lawyers, they never ask a question they don't already know the answer to.

"That's mine," he says pointing to a small house on the corner. It's cozy but I am willing to bet like everything in Hawaii fucking expensive. He fumbled his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the door. He gestures for me to go inside but I'm already walking past him.

Yeah, Lance was gay.

He had a pride flag on one wall, a big screen tv with blu rays stacked on either side. They were the gay all time hits. Will and Grace, Buffy, Supernatural, Teen Wolf, just anything that had gay people in it or had someone you wanted to fuck in it. He had a big couch with cushions and a small loveseat to the side. It was furnished like any other guys house my age,. IKEA, Target and the like. It wasn't much but still nice.

"I know it's not much," he said in way of an excuse.

Yeah he was all turned around, I didn't even say anything and he's apologizing for shit.

"It's cool," I said plopping down on the couch and propping my legs up on the small coffee table. I wore a pair of worn steel toe work boots. Ugly as fuck, tan hide, stained here and there, these boots had worked construction with me over the summer, helped me put up drywall another and had stomped through about six tons of mud hunting with my dad. I wore them out because gay guys love their shoes. It's a statement to them and mine screamed how many fucks I didn't have.

"You want a beer?" he asked as I leaned forward and grabbed the remote.

I nodded me as I turned the TV on, "Got any chips or something to eat?"

Wasn't hungry, needed to get him used to taking orders in his own house.

"Sure, let me grab something."

I keep staring at the screen as he walks to the kitchen. Once he's gone I look over the room again, picking up anything I already missed. There was a picture with his parents, he was graduating high school, no one else. Only child, used to being center of attention, next to it a yearbook photo of him in a letterman jacket and him in a football uniform. Former jock, only child, is gay, hides it, now making up for lost time while trying to stay the same guy he was in high school. So his ego is completely about being that alpha jock and the gay bar is as good as a hallway full of lockers to him.

Pathetically easy.

I found an ESPN and left it there, waiting for him to return.

He came back with a tray with two beers and a bowl of popcorn on it. Microwave popcorn and beer, how romantic. He set the tray down and glanced at the TV, "You into sports?"

I nodded, "Played baseball,"

"Football here," he might as well said me too!

"Nice, football is cool."

He handed me my beer and sat down, "What position?"

I glanced over at him as I took a sip, "Why?"

"Um, I don't know, just making conversation."

I chuckled, "Ok" I turned off the TV, "My position is top."

His eyebrows shot up as t-boned the conversation with sex.

"Oh, me too."

"Oh?" I said issuing, "Ok, we'll see ya."

I put bee down and stand up.

"WAIT! You're leaving?"

I looked down at him, "I don't get fucked."

"Ok but we don't have tor fuck, there are other things."

I cup my dick through my jeans and shake it, "I'm fucking horned."

He put his beer down and scooted to where I had been sitting, "We can do something about that." He said reaching up and unbuttoning my jeans.

I didn't move as he opened button by button. By the fourth my jeans fell over my hips, exposing my soft cock and oversized balls. I was about 4 ½ inches soft, it made me laugh that my soft dick was as large as some guys hard one. He took a second to marvel at it for a moment, I gave him a few seconds and the grabbed the back of his head.

He quickly put my cock in his mouth and started to service me. I don't think Lance sucked many dicks because his technique was shit. I'm sure he had all these local boys sucking on him all night long while he just lorded it over them. Well buddy boy, time to learn some new tricks.

"Cover your teeth more," I barked, whacking him up side the head. He quickly complied so I pushed on, "Dude use your fucking tongue more."

His tongue went to work on my hardening cock, I tossed him a, "Good boy," and ruffled his hair and I heard him moan around my dick.

Yeah he was hungry for validation.

I let him blow me for awhile, I made sure to push in a few times to make him gag. I couldn't have him thinking he was in control of anything going on. Once I was fully hard I pulled out of his mouth and shoved his face into my balls. I felt him lick and suck on them, he seemed desperate to get at them; which is right where I needed him to be. After a few minutes of this I shoved him off of me completely.

"Bedroom."

Not a question, just a word.

He jumped up and pointed. I pulled my jeans up and walked into to where he pointed. His bedroom was a mess, but I wouldn't expect anything less. His wardrobe seemed to consist of athletic gear and club clothes. Just the gayest collection I'd seen. He followed behind me, "I wasn't expecting company," he apologized.

He tossed the clothes off his bed and I sat down. When he was done I held my boot out and waited.

This was always funny, because he looked at it in confusion for a second and then got what I was telling him to do. He wanted to tell me to fuck off, and normally he would have, but he was into deep now and not sure of anything. He had seen my cock and wanted more, which meant doing what I said. Slowly he knelt down, never breaking eye contact with me and undid my laces. I smiled as he pulled it off my foot, he peeled the black sports sock off as well and then moved to the other one. He took it off and then set them aside, I stood up and yanked my shirt off over my head and tossed my shirt aside in one motion. He was still on his knees, looking up at my body. He was eye level with my abs and my crotch. I undid my jeans and my pants fell to the floor, my hard cock bouncing free and slapping my abs twice, just below my belly button.

As if in a trance he leaned forward and licked the length of my shaft. I gave him a little sound to show him I was into it and he began to slather my cock up and down. It was a lot like if I spread peanut butter all over it and let my dog go at it. There wasn't a lot of finesse or pattern, just him trying to bring me as much joy he could.

As pleasant as this was I needed to shove his nose in shit one more time before we got to the main event.

I pushed him off my cock for a second time in less than ten minutes, leaving him looking up at me confused. I sat back on the bed and then gestures to him, "Strip."

He slowly stood up and hesitated.

Such a command should have been a thrill, a turn on for him. But it wasn't. My tone hasn't said strip in a sexy and seductive way. It had been said as strip, I want to inspect my goods. He was now under the impression he was about to be judged and found wanting. Of course that wasn't true, he was more than hot enough to fuck. In fact he was just the kind of muscle stud I loved to tag. But he couldn't know that, I needed to fuck him tonight and that meant a series of compromises on his part to keep me interested in sex. My little show of almost waking out panicked him and now he was terrified I was going to bounce at any moment. So he thought if I didn't like what I saw I would leave.

I mean I wasn't going to tell him different.

He kicked his shoes off and the lifted his shirt. He was big, wide shoulders, defined pecs, the high school jock special. I was more cut than he was but he was bigger. Normally that might equal out but in gay world abs trump everything but a big dick.

And I had one of those too.

He was smooth but it looked like he shaved, which is just sad. I mean if god is going to give you body hair use it: I was naturally smooth, one of those things that made me seem younger than I was. If I had a hairy chest I might be taken more seriously but I had learned to work around looking like a twink. You know, fake it till you make it. He undid his pants and pulled them down. He didn't skip leg days which was nice; he was wearing a pair of red briefs that looked ludicrous. Like a bright red with a label and I just couldn't. I understand the concept of peacocking but for fuck's sake, don't try it with a pair of fucking briefs.

His bulge was decent, but we both knew before he took them off I was bigger and thicker. When he pulled them down his dick popped up and I was right, it was nice. A shame he wasn't going to be using it tonight.

I looked him over, even though he was more than hot enough to fuck. I spun my finger and he turned around, giving me a great shot of a meaty ass, just dying to be plowed.

"Nice," I said as he turned back around, his dick still hard.

I laid back and spread my legs, "Get to work."

He crawled up on his bed and moved on all fours towards my cock. I held the base of my shaft and waited until he got close. Once his mouth was mere inches from his target, I slapped his face with it. The loud slap filling the room completely. He tried to put his mouth on it again and I slapped his other cheek. Precum sprayed his face. He tried a third time and got a third slap for his efforts. Finally he stopped, and opened his mouth waiting.

I smiled and lowered my head to his open mouth and nodded, instantly he began to service my cock with love and attention. He may have been an inexperienced cocksucker but what he lacked in skill he made up with enthusiasm. He took hold of my cock and licked around the tip of it, looking at me the entire time.

"You're so fucking hot," he says between licks, "I love your cock."

I smile at him, "Most guys do," and I push him back down to get back to work.

Muscle boy went to town, he worked the top half easily, gagging when he tried to swallow more. It was amusing to watch him try, guys like this were always fun because of their own ego. Even though he usually did t suck dick he was now, which meant he wanted to do the best job he could. If you had asked him yesterday he would have been debasing himself on a strangers cock he'd laugh and tell you to fuck off. But here he was, trying his level best to deep throat a cock that was not easy to take it.

"So fucking good," I tell him, holding his head with a hand. He moans as I force him down on it. He's learning the truth about himself that he never would have guessed. He was getting off on being out of control. When I bucks my hips up he chokes but he doesn't come off my cock, instead he just tries to swallow more. As enjoyable as this is, we have other things to get to tonight.

"Come up here," I say to him, opening my arms. He scrambles up into my arms, straddling my waist as he leans on to kiss me. I turn my head away and he draws back giving me a hasty sorry.

I don't mind kissing guys, in fact I like it when I could use it to debase them. Most "straight" jocks won't kiss guys so making them kiss me is a power play. Him trying to kiss me is giving him a chance to reclaim some of the power tonight that that wasn't going to happen.

"Flex for me," I tell him and he holds his arms up and flexes his biceps for me. He is huge, his pecs were just floating there, two mounds of muscle begging to be touched. I rub my hands over them, and then grab his quarter sizes nipples and twist them hard.

"Fuck!" he hisses as he tries to bat my hands away.

I bark, "I didn't say stop flexing!" and his arms shot back up.

In a much softer voice I say, "It's ok baby," fingering his nipples again, "Let me play with your tits, make you feel good."

This time I was gentler and he practically purred. Stick and carrot, it's always the same. Punish free will, reward compliant behavior. He hadn't even recognized he accepted having tits, all he knew now was that he liked them being played with.

"Yeah you like that? You like your muscle titties played with?"

He nodded, his cock poking up against my abs as he held his arms high.

"Make them dance," I ask and he starts making them bounce. He thinks he's showing off, he thinks he's displaying his strength when in fact all he is doing is proving he can follow orders. I grab his waist and move him back some so my cock can slide through the valley his dump truck ass makes. He pushes back some, after all this isn't sex, this is just grinding so he's still safe in his mind.

"Come here," I say looking up at him, he drops his arms to either side if my he'd and leans in. He pauses right before my mouth, already proving he learned his lesson. I extend my tongue and he darts forward to catch with his mouth but I pull it back. He backs away and I extend it again. He laughs as he tries again and again, thinking this is me okaying with him.

What I'm doing is getting him used to the feeling of my cock sliding up and down his crack as he moves forward and back to kiss me. My hands are guiding his hips to keep him in place while he struggles to catch my tongue. Once I am sure he is lined up I let him catch it and he gives me a hungry kiss that to him no doubt tastes of victory.

My cockhead pushes at his hole and he freezes.

I don't push in, I don't pull him down on it, I just sit there at his door, waiting.

He starts kissing me again but he doesn't move his ass out of the way. I break the kiss and drag his neck to my mouth and start to mark him, causing him to groan as he feels my teeth bite into the tender flesh. His hole relaxes and my he'd moves a fraction of an inch before he clenches up again. He moans, "No, I'm a top..."

I ignore this as I mark the other side if his neck, he was going to walk out of here with two things, a broken ass and a hickey filled neck. His hole fluttered again and more of my cock moves in. He clenches but he still hasn't just moved off of it.

"Let me go back to blowing you..." he pleads and I stop biting him.

"You're so beautiful," I say in a tone that could be uttered from a romance movie where the bad boy is won over by the our of heart and gives up his wicked ways to settle down forever. I have been so dismissive of him all night that this one compliment hits him hard. "So fucking hot."

He is just staring down at me, my cock head at his ass, doubts filling his mind.

"I'm a top..." he repeats more for him than me.

"I won't tell anyone," I say with a warm smile "Just the tip, please..."

I sound desperate and needy, giving him the illusion he is control which is more stable ground for him.

"Please let me in..."

And I push forward so slow it would take me a better part of a minute to enter him. He feels this and I see the struggle in his mind, he wants this on a primal level but consciously, he can't admit it. So he crouches there, allowing me to slowly impale him.

"Just the tip," he finally says "Then we switch?"

I nod and he gestures to the night stand, "There's lube in the drawer."

"So grab it," I say, once again showing him who is in charge. He leans over and grabs the tube out of the drawer.

"Make sure you use a lot," I say and he nods.

He reaches back and strokes my cock, coating it with lube as much as he can. He winces and I imagine he just put some in his hole. No doubt a first for him. He tosses the tube aside and straddles my waist again, with no hesitation whatsoever.

Yeah, he wants this

He gasps when my head breaks past his hole, I hold it still letting his virgin as adjust to something this thick. " Fuck your are so big..." he pants, holding himself steady.

"Yeah you like that cock?" I ask, knowing the answer.

He nods, his eyes clenched shut in discomfort.

"It likes you too," I say grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down for a kiss. He accepts it easily, hoping he can appease me soon. I have to push up to keep my head in, something he doesn't realize because all he can feel is me filling him up. We kiss for awhile, really getting into it so he can focus on that instead of my dick. He becomes less hesitant and starts kissing back heavily I take that as a sign the pain is fleeting.

I break the kiss and smile, "Flex for me again."

He nods and sits up and shoves another three inches of my cock us his ass.

"Fuck!!" he called out as he stopped moving.

"Shhhhh..." I say pinching his nipple.

He is panting as he tries to adjust to a third if my cock in him.

"So good..." I say still playing his his chest, "Show my your muscles..."

He takes a deep breath and sits up again another inch squeezes in. He winces and raises his arms weakly, a shadow of the bravado he showed mere minutes ago.

"So hot," I say, rubbing my hands over his pecs. "Such a fucking stud."

He accepts the praise and smiles.

"Show me how strong you are," I say and he looks confused.

" Show me how tough you are," I repeat, grabbing his hips.

"Wait..." he exclaims as I push him downwards. Another inch and I feel him try to relax his ass as much as possible.

"Wait, I'm a top...wai..." he calls out as another two inches fills him.

"Come on stud, you can handle it, you're strong right?"

He nods and opens his mouth but I shove him down another inch, he winces again and I stop.

He has about six inches of me in him, there is more cock in him that not. From the way his ass walls fluttered around my cock it was pretty obvious I was in untouched territory. He had broken a sweat as he panted slightly, his eyes closed in concentration.

"Fuck man, you're taking it, you're really taking it."

I say it in amazement, making even this a plus for his ego, even if he hated it.

"You're a fucking stud man," I say and he smiles and opens one eye to look at me. "I mean it man, you feel incredible."

"Thanks," he croaks, taking the compliment completely to heart. I don't move, I don't push, I just lay there and praise him.

"So hot man," I stroke his half hard cock, teasing it back to life, trying to tie as much pleasure to what he was feeling as I could. "You ok?"

He nods even though he isn't. He has a fucking beer an thick cock us his ass which was nothing like what he imaged this night being. But admitting he didn't like it would to be admitting weakness so he had to say yes.

"Almost man, can you do it? Can you take it all?"

I ask him the same way I would if he could lift that much or handle that many squats. It was a silent dare that he didn't even realize he was accepting.

Holding his breath he pushed back, willingly impaling himself on the rest of my dick.

"Fuck you are so fucking big..." he cries out as he feel one, two and then three more inches push into him. He has maybe half an inch left but I don't say a word. I just let him sit there and accept his new world order. "Jesus Christ...guys take this thing?"

"Happily," I answer, giving him a bar to clear without saying a thing. If other guys could take my cock happily then he could too. He breaths through his mouth as his ass spasms around my girth. He takes a good 30 seconds before he can look at me again.

"Fuck dude " he exclaims, "You're a beast."

There is pride in his voice, he's beaten it, he's taken my cock. I smile and push him down on the last half inch, he whimpers as his ass grinds up against my pubes.

"That's the whole thing," I remind him and he nods quickly, his eyes closed again as he processes the last bit of pain. He settles in and looks down at me with a smile.

I pull his head down and kiss him as he slides off my cock, he moans around my tongue as I slide it back in. He gasps and jerks a little and then kisses me back. I guide his hips down slowly and then back up, slowly, teaching him how to take a cock like a man.

He comes off my mouth, "Fuck dude, your cock!!"

There is an evil grin on my face as I watch him as he slowly starts to get into it.

"Filling that fat ass up isn't it?" I tease and he nods, his eyes closed now in ecstasy. I guide him up and down again and his head drops on my chest as he lets out a whimper.

"So big..." he moans, probably not consciously. I go to move him off and he does it himself. I wait and he sits up, pushing my entire length into him at once.

"Fuck!!" He screams, sounding like he is more joy than pain.

"Big muscle stud aren't you?"

He nods as he pulls himself off my dick and then pushed it back into him. His hands are on my chest as sweat drips down from his forehead. He works up a rhythm, bouncing up and down on that thick cock, working it for all his ass can muster. He isn't even here any more, his eyes are closed and he just keeps muttering to himself that I'm so fucking big. He is programming himself, just trying to come to terms he loves getting fucked.

"So fucking strong" I saw slamming him down hard.

His eyes jolt open as his outs opens for a scream that never comes. I pull out fast and reverse instantly. He is now holding on for dear life as I fail him again and again and again. The sound of his muscles ass slapping against my crotch is erotic as fuck as he lets out a labored oof with each impact. I hammer my point home, teaching his ass and his mind that this is what he is about now. After about two minutes of this I feel him push back as I slam in and know, he's got it.

"Come on slut, take that cock," I rage, all he can do is nod and pant, "More..."

"You like that cock? You like that fucking donkey dick rape your cunt?"

He nods, eyes closed again as he pushes back, working my dick like a champ.

"Yeah that's a hot pussy," I say slamming him hard to accent my words, "Fucking perfect little jock pussy, loving my cock so much..."

More nodding and pumping.

"Tell me how much you like it."

"Oh yeah fuck me, fuck me with that cock..."

"It feel good in your pussy?"

He nods but that's not what I want.

"Tell me, how much does your jock cunt need my cock?"

"So much, please fuck me, please...harder..."

"Fuck your pussy?"

He nods.

"Say it!"

Nothing for a few seconds so I push him down hard again and he breaks.

"My pussy, fuck my pussy!"

"You a jock cunt?"

"I'm a jock cunt, please, fuck my cunt. Fuck my cunt..."

I push him off of me and onto his back. His eyes fly open as my dick slips out of his newly made pussy.

"Spread your legs like the good slut you are."

He spreads his legs in a flash, but not good enough.

"Hold them open"

He grabs this thighs and looks up at me with just in his eyes.

I move between his spread legs and put my cock to his ruined hole. It's red and puffy. He will be fucking sore tomorrow. I slowly sink into him and he throws his head back and groans. I don't stop at all, forcing all nine plus inches of me into him. When I finally bottom out I wait, looking down at him with an evil grin.

"You wanna get fucked?"

He nods.

"Ask me."

His voice is high and strained, "Please fuck me."

"Beg me."

"Please god fuck me!"

"Louder."

He bellows, "Pleas sir fuck my cunt!"

What can I say? He asked so nicely.

I grab his ankles and spread those muscular legs wide. I pull back until I'm almost out and long dick him within and inch of his life. His eyes roll back in his head as I explain to his ass how big my dick really is. I was stretching him in whole new areas from this angle and from the babbling out of his mouth he liked it.

It was a sight to see, musclebound jock on his back, legs up, covered in sweat, pecs heaving, abs glistening, and that once perky ass completely destroyed as my horse dick claiming it's territory.

"Fucking muscle cunt, you like this? You wanted this? Tell me how much you wanted this?"

"Fuck please, don't stop, fuck me, fuck me harder!"

"You a muscle pussy?"

"I'm a muscle pussy, I'm your muscle pussy!!"

"Fucking bottom bitch," I growled feeling my nuts start to churn, "You a fucking bottom slut?

"I'm a slut, I'm your slut," he said jerkin his cock off.

"Tell me you're a bottom!"

His hand was a blur over his dick, he was gonna nut before he said it so I grabbed his wrist and stoped him..

He looked up at me with wild eyes and I repeated, "Tell me you're a bottom." He looked like he was going to cry. I slammed my dick in a few more times and his cock leaked precum with each thrust.

I stopped, "Fine, I'll stop."

He grabbed my hand and locked eyes with me.

Neither one of us said a word for what felt like forever, finally his voice dropped and he said, "I'm a bottom."

"What?"

"I'm a bottom!" He said louder.

"Didn't catch that."

"I'm a bottom; fuck me already!!"

I smiled as I pulled my cock out and pushed him down, "Damn right you are."

There was no more pretense, no more games. I prop his thick ass thighs on my shoulders and began to fuck him for real. There was no mercy, no pausing, nothing save animal instinct to plant my seed as far up into him as I could. He just grunted each time I slammed into him, his hand went back to his leaking cock and his eyes closed again as he laid there and delighted in his new position.

"Fucking gonna cum," I growled, or slowing down.

His eyes flew open, "Dude not in me..."

So there was still some fight in him, pity.

"What did you say?" I shouted, bearing down on him, pushing his ass up off the mattress, "I own this cunt, you're my fucking property!"

He was trying to talk but all that came out as gasps.

"I'm gonna breed your muscle pussy," his eyes got wide, "I'm gonna flood your fucking guts so hard you're gonna have my fucking babies!"

His whimpered as he struggled to hold on, I almost had him folded in half as I hammered his ass hard.

"Take, my fucking, load," I said as my cock exploded in his ass.

He moaned in misery as he felt my dick throb once and fill his guts with my cum. He sounded like he was sobbing but then he gasped and his ass clenched down on my cock hard.

His dick shot hit cum all over his face. He was moaning and screaming as he came, his dick untouched. His entire body jerked as his ruined jock ass milked the last of my load out of my dick. His face was covered on his own mess, his breaths coming hard and ragged.

I pulled my cock out with a wet squelch and my load drained out after it, staining his sheets. He laid there, legs spread, leaking cum like a good bitch. I smiled and scooped up a glob of his cum and shoved my finger in his mouth.

"Good girls clean up after themselves," I said as he sucked my finger clean. I chuckled and got up off the bed. I grabbed my jeans and he asked in a pathetic voice, "You're leaving?"

"Yeah," was all I said, looking for my shirt.

"I thought we were gonna trade."

I pulled my shirt on and looked down at him. With a sneer I said, "Are you kidding me? I'm a fucking top."

And walked out to find my boots..

As I laced them up I realized, I could start liking Hawaii after all.