Becoming the Man of the House

This story is told through the point of view of four characters: Americans Aaron (23) and Eric (28), Swedish Thomas (38) and Colombian Leo (23). Each section indicates the narrator.

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ERIC

I couldn't get Leo out of my head. It had been days since he humiliated me in my own house, shattering my ego in pieces. By then, every time I saw myself naked in the mirror, I couldn't help but compare myself to him. Leo had the cock I wished I had. He came back to get my car borrowed for a road trip with his coach, and then disappeared. No news.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake off some thoughts about him. They were haunting me every waking moment, leaving me feeling small, insignificant, and somewhat envious. I had mixed feelings about Leo. Part of me craved for his approval. I wanted him to see me as an equal, someone worth spending time with and confiding in. Another part of me screamed that I should have given up on trying to compete with him and forget it all had existed. However, I couldn't help but feel stuck in this cycle of self-doubt and longing for validation.

All I was thinking about was about his cock next to mine, a comparison he promised would be showcased online on my porn accounts. I was the Top Wrestler, a known alpha stud in the Internet. I was almost dying of anticipation, fearing the scene, and at the same time jerking off when thinking about it.

My text messages to Leo had gone unanswered, his replies replaced by an eerie silence that left me questioning what could have possibly gone wrong. My fingers hovered over my phone, the messages I'd sent him displayed on the screen like an unspoken plea for a response.

"Hey Leo, we still on for the recording this week?" I had typed out, my thumbs tapping rhythmically against the virtual keyboard.

Two days after, I tried it again. "Hey man, just checking in - everything alright? Let me know if anything's come up." Still nothing.

A wave of concern washed over me, mingling with a hint of frustration. Had something happened? Was there a miscommunication? Or had he simply lost interest? My mind raced, conjuring up worst-case scenarios.

Sometimes I felt like I was being dumb, sending waves of unreturned messages, insisting on a scenario that would have made me humiliated, even if I would be behind a mask. Regardless of the reasons, I wanted nothing more than to show Leo that I was too a man deserving of respect and admiration, like the way he treated his coach Thomas. But each attempt to do so only left me feeling even more inferior and unsure of our friendship.

When the weekend was close, I began to realize that perhaps the problem laid within myself. If I truly believed I was equal to Leo, then I needed to start acting like it. No more doubting or second guessing myself. I was starting to lose patience with Leo's constant ignoring of my messages and phone calls, especially because my boyfriend, Aaron, was spotting him training at the gym every single day.

Feeling frustrated and fed up, I took matters into my own hands and decided to take a bold step. I snapped a picture of my hard dick and sent it to Leo along with a message demanding attention.

The message read: "You don't stand a chance against my cock. I am going to show you, boy, who the man is and why I get so much pussy." Attached to the message was a photo my dick standing at full attention. The image was clear enough to make out every detail of my size and girth. Hopefully not the fact that I was cheating a little bit to make it look less small.

I was aware that it might had been the only way to grab Leo's attention and get him to respond. I waited anxiously for a response, wondering if I had crossed any lines or pushed things too far. Still nothing. Visualized. Not a single reply. I texted again.

"Excuse me? My dick isn't good enough for you? Are you afraid of me?"

Leo didn't respond immediately, leaving me waiting nervously for his answer. Finally, after several minutes, Leo replied with a simple message: "You seem desperate."

I was taken aback by it. His few words cut through me like a knife, causing me to recoil in shock and hurt. I stared at the screen, unable to comprehend the harshness of Leo's response.

"What the hell?" I muttered under my breath before quickly typing out a retort. Anger and disappointment welled up inside me. I struggled to contain my emotions as I typed out a fierce response. "Well, screw you then! I don't need your judgmental bullshit anyway!"

I pressed send and held my breath, waiting for Leo's reaction. To my surprise, Leo simply replied with a shrug emoji and disappeared from the conversation once again.

I sat back in the kitchen chair, feeling deflated and defeated. It was Aaron who unwittingly provided the spark that set off my decision. Aaron, my supportive boyfriend who had witnessed the turmoil Leo's absence had caused, had mentioned that Leo was staying at the gym, The Vikings' Temple, from 9 to 5.

My pulse quickened at the opportunity to see him, the adrenaline of frustration propelling me into action. I hailed an Uber, my heart pounding with a mixture of anger and anticipation. As the car pulled up to the gym, I took a deep breath.

And then, there he was - Leo, his form imposing and powerful, his muscles taut beneath his shirt as he lifted a barbell with ease. My gaze locked onto him, and the surge of emotions threatened to overwhelm me. Anger battled with relief at seeing him, frustration mingled with a desire to simply shake him and demand an explanation.

I marched over; my gaze unrelenting. As I approached, he set the barbell down, his chest heaving with exertion. Leo turned, his eyes widening in genuine surprise, but his smile remained steady.

"Eric, hey bro!" Leo's deep voice boomed over the room. He wiped his neck with a towel and approached, his posture relaxed as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"Leo," I growled, my tone laced with an edge that betrayed the pent-up frustration. "We had plans this week. I messaged you, multiple times. And you just disappeared."

Leo's brows furrowed momentarily, but the expression was fleeting, replaced once again by that infuriating grin. "Oh, man. You know how it is, sometimes things get busy."

"Busy? Seriously?" I snapped, my control slipping. "I had announced that there would be a live stream of both of us in my site. It was your suggestion. I have tons of fans. I can't disappoint them. Grow up. Own your words."

"Okay, so here's the deal, bro. My uncle Thomas, you know, my coach, who owns the gym? He took a week off unexpectedly, as we were coming back from the camping. I am taking care of everything here."

Understanding softened my features as I realized the weight of responsibility Leo had been shouldering. "You should have just told me. I would've understood."

"And hey," Leo continued, his tone taking on a mischievous note. "There's another thing I need to come clean about." He continued. "You know Hamid and his brother Hassan, right? We've been... uh, spending some time together." My eyes widened in surprise, my initial annoyance replaced with something closer to amusement. "Spending time? Like, how?"

"You know what I mean, Eric. We've been getting closer, and things got a bit... intimate. I am fucking them both."

I was surprised. Part of me was deeply impressed by Leo's ability to navigate such a situation. The Persian brothers at once? Wasn't Hassan his uncle's boyfriend? The logistics alone seemed mind-boggling. But beyond that, there was a sense of admiration for his openness and courage to pursue what he desired, unapologetically. Yet, alongside that admiration, a small voice whispered a hint of envy inside me. A part of me longed for that same level of excitement and activity.

I broke the silence, offering him a genuine smile. "And I'm glad you're sharing all this with me. Do you have time for a coffee right now?"

Leo nodded, taking one last look around the weight room, making sure everything was in order before heading towards the exit. I followed closely behind him, still eager to impress him. Once outside, Leo suggested we head to the nearby cafe where we could sit down and chat more comfortably.

We walked side by side, our strides matching each other step for step. Both really muscular, hot, good looking, dressed in gym clothes that accentuated our bulging muscles and defined abs. However, seeing Leo in movement was also a reminder of who that man was. His grey sweatpants highlighted his massive package, making me feel inferior in comparison. I tried to look cool about it but I guess I failed. It was so big! I mean... it was so big and so heavy!

We reached the cafe and found a quiet corner table where we settled ourselves. The waiter came by to take our orders. As Leo and I sat across from each other at the local café, sipping our coffee, I tried to focus on our conversation. We were catching up on the latest news and discussing our upcoming plans. Like buddies. Like best buddies.

But despite my best efforts, my attention kept drifting to the volume that bulged underneath Leo's grey sweatpants. On that day, perhaps due to the way the light filtered through the window, the contours of his cock seemed more pronounced than ever. The fabric of his pants emphasized its thickness and the head of it, drawing my eyes. Or perhaps I was just missing it so much.

"Eric, you with me?" Leo's voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I blinked, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.

"Yeah, sorry," I stammered, hoping my distraction hadn't been too obvious. "Just zoned out for a moment."

Leo leaned forward and fixed me with a serious gaze. "Listen, Eric," he began, "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we can't always be talking about your porn account as if it was a work duty. Sometimes we have to relax and enjoy life."

Leo was just sipping his coffee and scrolling through his phone. Suddenly, he paused and held up his device for me to see. "Check this out," he said with a smirk.

On the screen was my own profile picture on Grindr, complete with the username "Muscle Alpha Dom" emblazoned above it. Leo chuckled and shook his head. "Is this supposed to be you?" he teased.

I blushed slightly and sheepishly admitted that yes, that was indeed my profile. Leo raised an eyebrow and scrolled further down to read my bio. "100% Top, huh?" he repeated aloud, amused.

I don't know why, but I stammered out an explanation, saying that I didn't usually use Grindr much and hadn't updated my profile in forever. Leo waved me off and continued reading, eventually bursting out laughing when he got to the end of the description which simply stated: "Don't send me dick pics".

Leo put down his phone and gave me a playful nudge. "Well, you sent me one when I didn't even ask for it!" he joked. I turned bright red.

The olive-skinned man was just typing something furiously onto his phone. I was wondering if he was sending me a pic of his cock and the thought made me anxious. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

Leo replied, "Yeah, just updating my own Grindr profile now." I waited expectantly for Leo to explain, but instead I just heard the sound of tapping keys and the occasional snicker coming from across the table. "Done." He showed me his profile.

Top XXL was the name. A pic of his face and of his muscular torso in a Colombian beach. The tags he had chosen: #dom, #uncut, #rough, and #commando. I decided to see it in my own phone. As I scrolled down to read the rest of the profile, I saw that Leo had written a brief description that sent shivers down my spine: "I also top tops. I know you want it." I felt a surge of excitement mixed with apprehension. I knew that Leo was a dominant figure in every sense of the word, but seeing it laid out plainly like this made me wonder what kind of man Leo truly was.

I clicked on Leo's profile picture again, enlarging it to get a closer look at the details. I admired the way the sunlight highlighted the defined muscles in Leo's arms and shoulders, and how his piercing hazel eyes seemed to sparkle even brighter against the backdrop of the ocean. I swallowed hard as I imagined what it might be like to experience Leo's dominance firsthand.

"What do you think?" Leo asked, gesturing towards the screen. "It is gonna be my first time using this app. Hamid and Hassan told me bad things about it." I laughed because of their honesty.

Then, Leo proposed me a game. It involved scrolling through our respective Grindr apps and selecting the profile that caught our eye the most. Seemed funny. I agreed to give it a try, eager to see where things went.

We each opened our phones and began scrolling through the various profiles, pausing occasionally to take a closer look or send a message. There were tons of them coming. After two minutes of searching, Leo found a profile that caught his attention immediately. It featured a rugged-looking guy with a thick beard and a muscular build, posing shirtless in a forest setting.

"Check this one out," Leo said, showing the photo to me. I glanced at it briefly before continuing to scroll through my own feed. Suddenly, I paused on a profile featuring a good-looking twink. "Ooh, this one looks interesting," I commented, showing the photo to Leo. Leo raised an eyebrow and nodded approvingly. "Let's see who else catches your eye," he suggested, turning back to his own phone.

In the end, we both choose the same profile: Sub Bottom, 21 years old, American, twunk, with chiseled abs, short stature, big arms. We laughed as we realized we had chosen the exact same profile from among the many available on Grindr. Both were drawn to the twunk's profile, not to mention his playful expression in the photo.

Leo turned to me with a smirk. "Well, it seems we have similar taste after all," he joked. I smiled back at him, equally amused by the coincidence. Leo grinned mischievously as he suggested starting separate conversations with the muscular young man. I hesitated momentarily, unsure if I was ready for such direct competition. However, Leo convinced me otherwise, promising to keep things fair and fun.

Leo focused on complimenting the twunk's body and asking about his workout routine, while I played up his sense of humor and asked about his favorite hobbies. Meanwhile, the guy seemed intrigued by both of us and engaged in friendly conversation with both simultaneously. He mentioned enjoying spending time outside and trying new restaurants. And that he loved bottoming for dominant muscular men. Leo and I both fitted the description.

"Lets ask for nsfw pics of him," I told Leo. I was enjoying the game with my buddy. Soon enough, the young hunk delivered, sending several pictures showcasing his toned physique from various angles. His back was particularly impressive, with well-defined muscles rippling beneath smooth skin. Meanwhile, his bubble butt was perfectly sculpted and begged to be touched.

Leo and I drooled over the images. As expected, the young stud requested nude pics in return for the ones he had shared. Leo suggested that I should send the same pic I had sent him on that morning. I smiled and did it as he told me.

"Should I send this one?" Leo showed me a pic of his own impressive cock, hard, comparing its size to a bottle of wine. I gulped and looked down at his crotch. It was mind-blowing. "Lets see if he likes it huge," he bragged.

We watched anxiously as the young man viewed the pics, wondering what he might think of our offerings. Then things took different ways. As soon as the twunk laid eyes on our dick pics, he promptly blocked me. And started to focus all his attention on Leo. Leo couldn't help but smirk confidently, knowing that his own impressive member had caught the young bottom's eye. "FUCK IT IS MASSIVE I WANT IT". In Caps Locks, that was the answer he had got.

"Hey there," Leo taunted me playfully, "looks like I got the top spot." I rolled my eyes, feeling hurt but not surprised. The young man and Leo engaged in a lengthy chat session. I felt left out, watching enviously as the two hit it off effortlessly. After about three minutes, Leo took some money out of his pants, leaving the cash to cover our coffee. "I am gonna meet him now at his house."

As he stood up from the table, I instinctively shifted my gaze downward, meeting an astonishing sight. His movement caused his cock to sway slightly, and there it was - his massive manly uncut cock, right at eye level, mere inches from my nose. It looked even fatter, result of his chat with the bottom guy. My breath caught in my throat as I found myself inches away from the very embodiment of the ideal masculinity.

I tore my gaze away, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized I had been caught in my trance. Leo's amused voice broke through my reverie, and I met his gaze, my own eyes widening with a mixture of embarrassment and admiration.

"Hey, Eric, you okay?". Leo's eyes sparkled with mischief as he glanced over at me, a self-assured grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Knowing what my nervousness was about, he patted his big cock over his pants. "You ever seen a cock as thick as mine?"

"This girth is insane!" I finally blurted out, my voice carrying a mix of astonishment and genuine admiration. I almost forgot there were people nearby.

Leo burst into laughter, his shoulders shaking with amusement. "Whoa there, Eric. You don't have to sound so surprised!" With a satisfied sigh, he said goodbye. "Alright, Eric, I gotta run. We're definitely recording tomorrow, so be prepared. My cock is going to look huge next to yours."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of nervousness and excitement intertwining within me. So... tomorrow. Finally. My heart raced as I struggled to come up with an answer that would not reveal how shaken I felt. In the end, I settled for a lame joke about needing to see things to believe them. Leo merely replied cryptically, "Oh, trust me, you and your subscribers will."

AARON

When Eric arrived home, the glow in his eyes was unmistakable. I had seen that look before, usually when he was about to embark on a new training challenge or set a personal best at his wrestling competitions. But this time, it was different. This time, that vibrant energy was ignited by something else - the confirmation from Leo that they would be recording together the next day.

It was strange to see him so happy. Leo was like a rival and, as far as I knew, would expose Eric to a humiliating situation. For all his subscribers to see.

My boyfriend had spent the evening recounting his conversation with Leo, the plans they had made, and the goals they hoped to achieve during their recording session. "Can you believe it, Aaron?" he exclaimed, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "We're finally going to record tomorrow!"

I chuckled, my heart warming at the sight of his elation. "I can tell you're thrilled about it. "He leaned in, his eyes bright with excitement. "You have no idea. It's like stepping into a whole new challenge, but with Leo by my side, I know we can do it."

That night, we had sex. It was pretty good actually.

The next morning, I went to work at the gym. The usual hustle and bustle of the gym seemed almost muted as I sat behind the reception desk, attending to the usual tasks that came with my role. But my mind was far from the mundane routines of that day.

As I sorted through paperwork, my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a familiar presence approaching the front desk. I looked up, and there was Leo, striding towards me with a determined expression. There was an air of purpose about him, an energy that hinted at a conversation of significance.

"Hey, Aaron," he greeted me, his tone a mix of familiarity and focus.