I had been playing with my ass before I even learned to jack off. Playing with my anus felt good and I liked it. When I learned to jack off, I did that for a while, but soon added anus play and fantasized about being fucked. First it was that I was going to get tricked into getting fucked, but then I was honest with myself. If a guy I could trust ever wanted to fuck me, I would do it.
I played with dildos, tried to hook up via Craigslist, but found mostly guys who would back out at the last minute. I tried gay bars, but I look so damned straight that I think I scared tops off. I'm 6'4", 230 lbs., and my look is not 'bottom'. So what's a guy supposed to do to get fucked?
I didn't know.
I had girlfriends off and on, currently without one. I like pussy, I like women. But I know that I like ass play too.
Then one night I was in a sports bar and getting laid was far from my mind. I was chatting with a guy next to me. At the half of the basketball game, we both got up to piss. The bathroom was down a dark hallway. He went first and I watched a commercial and then I went also. In the bathroom, we were the only two. There were two urinals. I pissed, turned and washed my hands.
"Top or bottom?" What? He was looking me right in the face. He was pointing to the paper towel dispensers. "You want the top or bottom?" There were two, one mounted above the other. He was smirking. "Top for me." He was reaching for the top one. I reached for the other one.
"What did you think I was talking about?"
"I didn't know."
"Didn't I see you at Nails last week?"
Fuck! He saw me at the gay bar.
"Yeah, you might have. I didn't see you."
He was my size, looking me right in the eyes.
Another guy came into the bathroom and went to the urinal. He opened the door for me and we walked into the darkened hallway.
"Top or bottom?" His hand was on my hip.
"We can talk about it."
"How about at my place?"
"What do you mean?"
"We can watch the rest of the game at my place." He was asking me to go to his place and presumably to have sex with him.
"Okay, sure."
We paid our bar bills and headed out. He lived a couple of blocks over. His name was Tom. I wondered if he was a long tom. I didn't ask. I was kind of shaking with excitement. I didn't want him to notice.
He lived in an apartment, sparsely furnished. He turned the game on and got us a couple of beers. We were sitting across from the television, me in a chair, him in a loveseat. We commented on the game. When a commercial came on, he said maybe we should talk about what we came here for. I said I came to talk about tops and bottoms. Why did he talk to me?
"I saw you the other day at Nails. Something about you caught my eye." I didn't see him. "I was with my girlfriend. By the back door." Now I remembered. There were two couples there.
"Wow, your girlfriend goes with you to gay bars."
"She knows that I like sex with guys, and we have a thing worked out. I'm in love with her, but I really like sex with men. I don't want to lose her, she doesn't want to lose me."
I could see that. He was a solid, handsome guy. Most women would want to hang onto him. "What's your story?"
"I'm trying to figure that out. I like women, but I like the idea of men also." There, I said it, face to face to another guy. I want to have sex with you.
"Have you ever talked to a woman about this?"
"Yes, I told my last girlfriend about it. I wanted to be honest. We played together a little bit, and then she shut down. That was that." And then she started screwing around.
"So, top or bottom?"
"Well, I guess you could call me versatile. How about you?"
"I figured you for a bottom. When I saw you in Nails, you were trying to catch another guy's eye and he was ignoring you." I remembered that. He looked like the kind of guy who knew how to fuck. "I'm a top."
"I guess then that I'm a bottom."
"It's okay to be a bottom. I like bottoms. Do you want to bottom for me?" Holy shit! This was really happening!
"Yeah, I guess so."
He slid over to make room for me. "Then come sit over here with me."
We were both ignoring the game at this point. I sat next to him and he put his arm around my shoulders, pulled me to him. I leaned into him. I put my hand on his leg. He pulled my hand to his crotch and tilted my head back to kiss me. His tongue was in my mouth and I could feel his hard cock. It felt good. He tugged me around so that I was straddling him. He put a possessive hand on my crotch as we kissed. I could feel that I was hard as a rock.
"Let's go to the bedroom." I thought it was a good idea.
In the bedroom, he took charge. "You've got too many clothes on." I started stripping. Then I was naked. My naked skin against his rough jeans. He had my cock in his hand in a strong grip. His hands on my ass. I was wrapped around him, kissing. He gently peeled me off and pushed me to the floor. He wanted me to suck his cock. I was kneeling on the floor and he pushed my knees apart with his toe. He pulled my hands up. "Lock your fingers together." I did. He put my hands behind my head.
"This is 'the position'. When I tell you to take the position, this is what I want you to do. You wanted to bottom, this is what you will do to bottom for me. Is this what you want?"
"Yes." I tried to say it, but my throat was dry from adrenaline. I noticed my pulse was racing.
"I'm going to top you. I won't hurt you, but I will be in charge. Is this what you want?"
"Yes, I want you to top me. I want to bottom for you."
He cracked a grin. "This isn't formal, we are going to have fun, but it is good to know what our roles are."
Zip, and out came his cock. Fat, cut, helmet head, right at eye level. His hand was on my head, over my fingers. He could jam it into my throat and I couldn't stop him. I opened my mouth expectantly and felt the spongy head slide over my tongue, deep into my throat. I gagged.
"Sorry, we'll get the depth right." He was pulling out and I started slathering his cockhead with my tongue. I wanted him to cum quickly and not gag me again. But he had other ideas. In went his cock, but I was ready this time. I pulled back a little and didn't take it bang! against the back of my throat. He pulled out and pushed back in easily. We set up a swinging rhythm and he groaned.
I felt so proud that I was doing it right. He started talking dirty.
"Your mouth on my cock feels so good. I want to fuck you in the mouth and cum hard in your throat, let you know what being a cocksucker is all about. You are a cocksucker. You know that, right? You are my cocksucker, sucking my cock. I'm going to empty my nuts into your hot little mouth."
Yeah, I was a cock sucker. I wanted him to cum, complete the deal.
"You are a born cocksucker. I want to fuck your mouth morning, noon and night. Fucking cum hard, make you swallow my cum. God!"
I guess I was doing it right.
"You ever swallow a cumshot? You want my cumshot? I am going to cum in your mouth. I am going to shoot cum hard into your hot mouth, you beautiful cocksucker!"
He was breathing hard and he had my head in both hands. I was helpless. I was afraid he was going to go too deep for me to handle it when he tensed and the first shot hit me in the back of the throat. He started to jam his cock deep in my throat, but I turned a little to the side and that slowed him down. It didn't slow down him cumming though. His cum, hot shots of cum, sprayed into my mouth. "Eyah!" He was laughing.
"My fucking god, that was great."