One of the best relationships I had was with a dominant top in his mid-30s. I was just out of college at the time and had started working and that is how we met. He was visually everything I found appealing. At 6 feet 4 inches he towered over my 5 feet 7 inches. And he was hairy and buff with a light beard. We got to know each other over a few weeks of texting and after a great night out we went back to his place. It was a swanky apartment with a great view and we got to the couch and began making out. He hungrily stripped me naked and ran his hands up and down my body. Taking off his own clothes he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed room. Putting me down on my back on the bed he took out a condom, wrapped his cock, lubed and positioned himself to penetrate me.
Now he had a pretty big cock, bigger than what I was used to. But he was impatient to enter me and so taking him in hurt but not so much that I couldn't bear it. Once he was inside me he began fucking me at a fast pace. It was tough going for me at first but after just a couple of minutes he came. He rolled over and looked at me. I immediately embraced him and rested my head on his chest while spreading one leg across his lower torso. I felt his spent cock under my thigh and we continued to cuddle.
As a bottom its the ultimate high for me to make a man cum. And I didn't think anything of this encounter other than "Damn that was big dick" and being happy that he came so hard.
We started having sex regularly and the pattern was similar. He'd go hard and fast and then we'd enjoy intimacy with each other.
After a month of doing this he really started to open up to me.
One night as we lay together he said:
"Do you mind that I cum so quickly? I'd understand if you do."
I told him that all I care about is his pleasure and that I love being with him. But it did seem that it bothered him. He was a really fit guy, great cock, great body, so I guess he felt pressure to perform like a porn star. Even though there wasn't any pressure from me.
Still that night I learnt something really important about tops. Something that never occurred to me before as a bottom.
You see, as a bottom, being in a straight relationship isn't very practical. But as a top you can act straight more easily. Get yourself aroused on gay porn and have sex with a girl. Imagine the girl you are fucking is a smooth bottom boy. Etc.
Till a year before he met me, my man was straight-acting. He had plenty of girlfriends. Even a fiancee before he decided enough was enough and broke it off. So for over half his life he had been pretending to like girls. And so sex for him was just stressful and work. He just needed to get hard and cum quick to prove he was into the girls he was with.
I realised that it was all this anxiety and stress built-up over years of pretending that had messed him up.
You see a cock is like those polygraphs you see on crime shows. If you are gay your cock will get hard when you see gay porn or attractive men. Fooling the polygraph is possible but it takes a toll. Imagine spending years thinking that you are fucking another man's ass to stay hard while having sex with a girl. Not being able to be yourself at that level is cruel.
I proposed to him that next time we have sex he should let me lead and just relax. There would be no pressure on him and we'd take it slow.
I was really excited about this.
Our next night together started with a lovely date before we got to making love.
I led him to the bedroom and told him to get naked and lie down.
