Bottom's Top

Note: every character is over 18.

Bottom's Top

Since his daughter was going to be business traveling, Leon was going to be hosting her husband for a few days. How Miriam had convinced Chris to be left behind, he didn't know. Leon had never liked the boy. But if it meant that his daughter was finally getting tired of the scrawny loser, he was thrilled to be of help.

While Leon drove to the airport, he got a call from Nico, friend and neighbor.

Leon answered his call on speaker.

"I'm in traffic."

"Sorry, I'm home alone. And lonely," he said.

"Where's your wife?"

"Out with friends."

His deep bass voice created a resounding contrast with his sexual needy nature.

Nico was in his thirties, coming from a very conservative background. He was overtly focused on looking like a well-behaved, god-fearing, straight husband to everybody else but Leon.

He had fucked that hole and left it spent, had fed cum until he was empty and his balls sagged tiredly. And he still wasn't tired from the younger married man.

"Sorry, can't help you right now. Maybe later."

Even so, Leon's cock stiffened in his pants.

A few minutes later, he got the nude.

The picture was taken on the bed he shared with his wife, looking back on a mirror. Nico was a big muscle hunk so his ass was fat and tight and plentiful.

"I bet your in-law isn't half as big."

"Jealousy doesn't suit you," Leon said, but he was smiling.

Nico's voice darkened.

"Fuck you, old man. You think I need you so much, huh?"

"Yes."

After a few moments, Nico sighed.

"Let's fuck in your car today somehow."

"Sure, I think we can manage that," Leon said. Nico knew how to push his buttons. He tried to sound calm, "Gotta pay attention to the road. Bye."

"I love you, big man. So much."

At the airport, his son-in-law was to arrive at any moment now.

He forced a smile when he finally saw Chris, carrying a bag which seemed almost bigger than him. He had not changed much, still slender and small and stupidly weak. He wore jeans and a wine-color shirt, short hair that stooped to his forehead in a wave. He hadn't seen Leon. Almost everyone was taller than him, like he was drowning in people. When he did see his father-in-law, his face lit up.

"Mr. Leon! How good to see you," he said.

"Sure, son."

Leon slapped his back; he was taken aback by how much happiness there was in Chris's face. He was very glad to see him.

"It's been a while," Chris said.

"It happens. Let's go."

While the weather was the main point of their conversation, Leon was trying to get a hint of the real situation of Miriam's relationship. But anytime Leon mentioned his daughter, his in-law only showed love, eyes gleaming with admiration. What a pussy.

"Damn it," Chris cursed at his phone on the passenger's seat. "My phone died. Miriam asked me to tell her when I arrived. Can I use your phone?"

Without realizing what he was doing, Leon took out his phone from a pocket and handed to his in-law. He told him what the PIN code was. His attention was kept on the road and traffic.

"Here, all done. Thanks." Chris handled him the phone. His ears were a deep crimson. Maybe he was cold. It was 86 degrees outside, but for such a weak skinny dude, who knows...

Leon put the phone back on his pocket.

Leon chose the Bela's, a local restaurant, to take Chris. He probably remembered the place. Leon checked his son-in-law who was strangely quiet now. But Leon didn't care enough to ask him about it.

While they ate Italian food, Leon observed the delicate hands in front of him, grabbing the fork and drinking his juice like he had the soul of a swan. He extremely disliked his son-in-law. His daughter deserved a real man, not a weasel. Here he was, left behind by his own woman and didn't even question why? Didn't even care?

Leon wouldn't hold it against Miriam if she gave this little man a fuck-ton of horns.

No, he wouldn't think those things about his daughter. Maybe she was in the process of getting rid of him, only then would she be able to find another man. She was an angel. What did she even see in this one honestly? He was fragility personified. He watched the hands again. So clean and white and probably smooth.

No man should be that smooth. He enjoyed rough big men like Nico, enjoyed breaking them, turning them into little puppies. What was the fun in men like this one? Not that he would ever think about it, no matter what he looked like. This one was his daughter's.

He focused on the food. Leon couldn't have been more satisfied with his choice of restaurant.

Leon's neighborhood had changed a bit, and Chris remarked that by pointing over the window to the new houses.

"That one is new...This place is getting crowded, isn't it?"

Nodding, Leon cleared his throat.

"That's Nico's house."

Nico had moved to the neighborhood not long after Miriam left. He owned a few gyms, and the most recent one, Leon had helped design the place. More excuses to be together. He had lived inside that man's asshole during those days, putting some much cum into him, there probably was still some left. After being used in such a way, Nico was ruined and couldn't belong to anyone else but Leon.

"He's lucky to have you as neighbor."

"Humph!"

Idiot little man. Does he think he can suck my balls and make me like him?

But Leon smiled.

"Honestly, I enjoy having him here. I designed a place for him."

"Gotta see that! You always make such beautiful projects, Mr. Leon."

Leon looked for sarcasm or irony, but didn't find a hint of dishonesty in the smile. Stupid, fucking little asshole.

"Thank you," he said.

It was not long until they were at Leon's gates.

"Go ahead and feel at home," He showed him the guestroom and then left him to sort out his things peacefully.

Chris slept most of the day. Good, because Leon wouldn't have to look at him. And he was able to fuck Nico in his car. He was the complete opposite of delicate, but there were moments Leon could break into that armor and bring out the begging and moaning of a big powerless puppy. Then he sent Nico back to his wife with a loose anus and guts filled with juicy cum.

He hated his son-in-law, but since he was hosting him, might as well be good. He went to buy more Italian food for when he woke up and left it on the kitchen table. Chris had not woken up yet, but it was Leon's turn to sleep. Hopefully the young man would see the food when he woke up.

He was getting out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, when Chris showed up holding the food bag.

"Hey, you remembered my favorite food," he said. "Thank you." He left like the happiest kid about to explore a fantasy world, while Leon stood there, abashed that the little shit would think such a thing of him.

He might've recalled something about his love for lasagna. But he definitely wasn't trying to.

Leon had no business pleasing a son-in-law that he hated. He should say something. He should say at least that he didn't remember anything and it was a totally random choice that turned out to be a happy accident.

He found Chris excitedly putting his food in a plate.

"I left some for you."

How nice.

"I don't want it, I just wanted to say..."

"Hey, have you been working out? You look even better than when I last saw you. Holy shit, Mr. Leon."

Leon looked down over his hairy chest and abs. There was a very nasty bite on the left nipple that he had forgotten all about. Fuck.

Chris showed no signs of having seen it. But he must have. The nipple was purple and very different from the other one. Leon guessed his in-law thought it might have been the work of some little whore. He didn't like that one bit, but preferred that than the actual truth.

"What did you want to say?" Chris asked.

Leon couldn't remember.

"I'm glad you here," he said. What the actual fuck? Those were not the words he wanted to say. It was the best lie he could find. His brain was mixture of thankfulness and disgust. Why did the little rat had to be so smooth?

"Fuck, Mr. Leon. Thank you. For a moment there, I thought you weren't comfortable with me coming here. Thank you so much." He came up to Leon and hugged him, completely disregarding the towel. And Leon was so surprised he let it fall. "So sorry," Chris said, going down and coming up really quickly with the towel in his hand. But it was enough for Leon to see the image of his face really close to the cock which grew hard in a matter of seconds.

"Give me that," Leon said brusquely, taking the towel, covering himself and going to his room. His hate for the son-in-law had become the biggest thing he had ever felt in his life.

He woke up the next morning feeling a little worried, wondering what the weasel would be telling his daughter. Leon had been rude, but Chris was the one who caused the towel to fall, exposing Leon. His cock had grown so fast, it was impossible to explain what that was about. Leon must have been thinking of Nico.

He found Chris in the kitchen. Breakfast smelled good. The young man was about to go out and reconnect with a few friends. He didn't seem affected by what happened Yesterday, so Leon ate peacefully when he left, but he thought if he should say something just to be sure. He drank the orange juice and bit the bread and cheese, wondering how the little rat could make such simple things taste so good.

Leon paid another visit to Nico before midday. Chris hadn't come back yet. But he had spoken to his daughter and assured her everything was fine.

Nico was home alone.

He looked around the street before closing the door. "So, how did it go?"

"He's a piece of shit," Leon told him. "But I have to keep appearances. But I do have hopes that Miriam is going to dump him."

"He's that bad? I have to meet him."

"I don't know about that."

Nico had a home gym and was sweaty all over. His small shorts was a laughable thing that could barely hold up against the juicy ass. The shorts were sweaty too. Specially on the front part. It must be smelling really strongly.

"We have to be fast," Nico said. He pressed Leon against a wall and knelt down. He removed his shorts, revealing his white bubble butt, and hard cock pointing up. Then he pulled down Leon's pants. He looked completely silly with all his mighty muscles and hardened square face, but still kneeling and ready to serve like a complete slut. He filled his mouth with Leon's cock and stopped caring about everything else in the world. He hummed happily, no worries about his drool falling over his own floor, drooling and moaning, completely dedicated to the cock.

"You're such a big boy," Leon said, knowing the effect it would have. "You're the strongest boy in the world. But you can't survive without a cock, can you?"

"No, sir," Nico said. "I'm yours to do as you please," he said, smiling, and kissed the cock head.

He sucked the balls, rolling his tongue around. Looking up, he smiled as Leon struggled to keep balance.

"Let's go to the couch."

They did. Nico knelt in front of Leon as was his natural inclination, and slapped the cock against his face, then began to devour the big meat. He slurped and got teary-eyed, moaning like a bitch. Leon closed his eyes. He grabbed his hair and pushed the head down hard. He heard the choking sound and loved it.

They heard a noise at the door. Nico got away.

"Fucking bitch!" he said aloud.

They dressed up quickly, but Nico's erection was still quite clear through the small shorts. He sat far apart on the couch with a pillow on top.

They pretended to be talking when she came in.

"Oh my god, Leon!" Angela said. He stood up and kissed her cheek. "How good to see you.'

"You too," he said. "You too. Why so lovely today?" he said. She smiled brightly.

"I was actually planning to go see your in-law. I prepared some sweets for you two."

"Oh. Well, he is not home. He went to see some old friends, I gather. He'll be back later today." It was really the greatest tragedy that Nico had to be married to such a lovely young lady. Leon genuinely loved her spirits. So his insides were churning and burning with shame, all the while he knew Nico was watching him deceiving his wife.

"Great. I can't wait." She looked at her giant boyfriend sitting there in complete annoyance. "Oh my god, you're all sweaty. Is that how you receive your friend? Go take a shower."

"You're right, baby," he said, sighing. "Be right back," he said to Leon, resigned.

But there was nothing more to do there. Leon stayed a few more minutes for appearances but said goodbye.

Chris hadn't come back yet.

The pool guy came up at 1.pm. and Leon decided to make him company as he cleaned. He got on some light shorts, grabbed a beer and some dry snacks; and sat down by a table below a large umbrella that protected him from the sun. Marcos didn't worry about that, a shiny brown skin that was used to intense tanning.

"Want me to take it off, Mr.?" Marcos asked, a striking smile on his pretty lips, while his fingers played on the edge of his shorts.

"You know I do."

And so he watched the young man clean the pool naked, his bare ass so pale it showed how much he enjoyed tanning. He looked over at Leon many times to check if he was being appreciated. This one said he was straight, probably had a girlfriend, but here he was, not thinking twice about opening his legs and exposing his tight hole.

Leon wasn't ready to go for it yet. The boy was definitely asking for a cock. But...Somehow, he felt bound to Nico. Shit, it was so stupid, but there it was. Nico was married, a cheater, but Leon was fancying some dreams of a real relationship. How sad, wasn't it?

He paid Marcos expensively. Gotta keep his options open. The sun was still up way after Marcos left.

"Mr. Leon?" His voice came from behind.

"Here!" Leon said. "Already back?"

The son-in-law arrived at the pool.

"Yeah, guess I'm still tired." he said. He dragged a reclining chair next to his father-in-law. "Mind some company?"

Yes.

"No."

Chris took off his shirt, showing his weakling pale body, skinny and fragile. But he was hairy, just like Leon.

"Are you going to stay there in the sun?" Leon asked.

"I guess I'll borrow some of that sunscreen," he said. He applied some cream on his palm and began to use on his hairy white belly. Leon stopped looking. He heard a grunt and looked again. Chris was trying to use it on his back but apparently had some sort of pain.

"Want some help?" He didn't know why he offered. He hoped the young man would refuse.

"Could you?" he said. Leon sighed.

"Of course."

Standing up, Chris reclined his chair completely and lay on his belly like he was in a spa. The fucking nerve. Leon had said he would help him, though. His shorts was slightly tucked in one of his tight cheeks, and the trails of hair promised a very furry ass. Hm. Leon didn't like those thoughts, and stopped at once.

"Thank you," Chris said, and Leon came over. He took the bottle of sunscreen and rubbed it over his shoulder blades.

Leon had to admit he liked the trust the young man was showing towards him.

He quickly rubbed the sunscreen all over his back.

"Want some on the legs as well?" Leon asked.

"Yeah. Sure." Chris took off his shorts.

He felt the hair under his hand as he rubbed the small legs. He tried not to look at the place where the underwear was tucked in. He did it once. Looked, bit his lip, and stopped. Quickly, not even worth the mention, really.

Then he peeked again.

He shook his head, offended at himself. What was wrong with him? Even if this man was remotely attractive to him, he was his daughter's husband. Abandoned, put-aside husband, but still the husband.

"Uh, should I take off the rest? You know, so it's easier for you."

"It would be a lot easier," Leon said, helping him by taking the white undies and pulling back slowly. He barely held in an approving grunt.

Leon had fucked and fucked a neighbor while his wife, which he liked, thought she was married to a Christian chad, and he was totally fine with that.

But to look at this man and enjoy his naked body felt so dirty. No, not just because of his daughter. But because he despised everything about him. He was weak and unmanly.

And yet, he was making Leon's throbbing cock grow to impossible limits.

Oh my fucking god, he was going to cum.

No, no. He would not.

That weasel didn't deserve a smidgen of his amazing jizz. No fucking way.

He kept rubbing his legs, though. It was so full of hair...maybe Leon had a bigger thing for hair than he thought?

But the butt...It wasn't as big as Nico, nor Marcos for that matter. But it had a hump, a little tight look to it. Cute. He wished he could destroy it with all his might. Push in and make it so wide he could stick a fist in it. He wished...

He really should stop wishing.

He almost slapped himself. His hate for the in-law only grew; it was all his fault. Leon opened his mouth to tell him he was done.

"Don't move..." he said, then he touched the ass-cheeks slightly, looking over to see the reaction Chris would make. The younger man kept still.

Alright.

He touched the hairy butt-cheeks again; he spread them just enough that he could see the lively reddish-purple of the small entrance. His cock reacted instantly, throbbing in his shorts. He widened the spread, getting a better look. Time stood still. This was wrong.

He drooled, biting his lip like a crazy hungry man.

"Damn," Chris said suddenly. And Leon saw the small asshole blink at him. Jesus Christ, he wanted to finger it so badly. "This is..."

"This is just to help you relax," said Leon, softly.

"Yeah...Yeah? Okay. I trust you."

Don't.

"I'm going to have to...do more, you just relax, okay? You can trust me."

Chris's cherry was reddening. Leon rubbed a finger over the edge, and pressed until it opened.

It contracted, fighting the inevitable, until it relaxed. He went a little further and rubbed his thumb around, taking a sigh out of the man. Little rat didn't know what was coming to him. Leon sucked his finger and then rubbed around the orifice.

Chris shivered.

"It's relaxing, isn't it?" Leon said.

"Hmm. It's good, yeah." His voice was strained.

"Chris. You still trust me, right?"

"I do, I trust you," Chris said.

Leon went all in. He opened his mouth wide and stuffed his face, stuffed, buried it deep, and sucked on that asshole without a care for anybody else. No Nico, no daughter, no one.

"Wait, Leon...Wait..." Chris said suddenly, and only the fear in his voice was able to break Leon from his incredible trance.

Chris laid on his back fast. His cock was bursting, balls tight, veins throbbing, purple head almost exploding. Glorious cock.

Chris looked at his father-in-law with horror.

Then he began to cum.

His cock shot a few strings, each one going up to his face, and then it gushed slowly out, going down the shaft. The shots reached his face and chest, and he had closed his eyes to protect them. He was shaking.

When it was over, he kept his eyes closed.

"I'm so sorry," Leon said. Why apologize? It wasn't his fault. It wasn't. "I'm really sorry."

Then the younger man simply took Leon's face in his hands and pulled him for a kiss. He had no way to stop that tongue from doing wild things. The noises they made were abhorrent, ridiculous, and so good.

"You had me shaking," Chris said after licking his face off. Leon could only stare wide eyed. Why the hell was he allowing this little man to use him up like this? "Let's just forget it, okay? What is done is done. I'm gonna shower."

He simply left Leon kneeling on the ground like a needy dog, hard cock twitching up and down over his blue balls.

He went inside, seething. He almost banged on his door, but kept going to his to clean himself. Shit, he was shaking too. His knees throbbed from pain. He ignored it. He couldn't believe he had sucked that stupid little man's ass.