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[bottomnerdsandsubtops]

That's a top's ass if I ever saw one.

He saw me looking and immediately scowled.

"The fuck you lookin' at, bro?"

I could tell he physically stopped himself from hurling a slur and I appreciated that. In a weird way, it made him... human. He may not control his feelings but he has enough self-restraint to stop himself.

I blushed, "Sorry, sir." This was embadassing, I was oogling at him. Granted, he was a magnificent being but...

I stood up, "I gotta go."

Pretty sure after that I tried my best to ignore hm in the gym. The gym was a place of fitness - a place where I focus on my wellness, not a place to look at hot guys. The gym is where I try to shed away the college chubbiness that I accumulated. Granted that was a few years ago, and I happen to like my lean look now, but aging meant I had to do the extra mile of maintaining how I wanted to look.

The studs here though, the clothes they're wearing are-

He was the worst one of them all too - the sweaty pit stains that submissive me wanted to do naughty things with, the bouncy bulge that made me hot when he's using the treadmill, the towel he uses to wipe at the equipment after he's finished using them.

It was amazing. He was amazing.

There were the rare cases where he'd catch me looking at him, the scowl was still there but I averted my eyes and made sure to not be in the same area with him.

Until I attended a party of my friend. Turns out we're mutual friends with someone from the gym.

That friend ended up introducing us before moving towards some other people n the party.

Uncomfortable, I nodded quickly at hm and left his premises.

Not that I felt like he was a bad person, mind you, but more of me getting the feeling that he was uncomfortable around people like me.

Which is why, at the height of the party, I found myself inside the bathroom, hiding pathetically, playing on a app whle nursing a cup of alcohol.

I could hear the party in full swing outside, until I felt the doorknow rattle.

Shit.

It's him again.

"I, uh-" I was beginning to stutter, "I was just leaving."

He looked annoyed at me, me squeezing on the narrow area that was his big frame and the cramped bathroom. "Hey, wait-"

I felt a big, strong arm grab a hold of my forearm. I looked up at him.

"Yes, sir?" God, men like him made me feel like a little boy.

"I, uh," it was his turn to stutter, "I... didn't mean to come off a rude... before I mean."

Is that-is he blushing? WTF? That made him intensely cuter. A hot muscle alpha blushing and being sheepish, holy shit.

It was my turn to become flustered. And when flustered, "Nonono, it's okay. Itwasmyfault. Iwaskindastaringatyoubefore. Imean,youlooksohot-"

I gulped, "I mean you looked so amazing with your muscles and stuff."

He actually smirked at that, "yeah, well thanks, I guess." He was quiet for a moment, not letting my arm go, "well, I don't like you in that way."

I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. Of course, I sounded like I doing a love confession. "Noworries,sir. ImeanyouarestraightandIknewthatalreadybutIjustwantedyoutoknowthatyourmusclesareamazing."

He looked at me funny before letting me go, "well, okay. We cool then?"

I nodded vigorously.

The weeks after that, at the gym, I noticed hm interacting with me more. Whenever he'd pass me by, he'd say a 'sup' or give my shoulder a smack. The touch made me feel butterflies on my stomach.

I'd of course squashed that feeling. Because being attracted to straight guys was a recipe for disaster.

Still, that didn't stop him from talking to me. That didn't stop him from becomng comfortable around me. And that most certainly didn't stop him from starting to be okay beng shirtless or in varying states of undress around me in the lockerroom.

Him in a jock: while his ass was a sight, was incomparable to his bulge.

Holy shit.

And I heard that he was a grower too. A grower with that package? Holy shit indeed.

Doesn't help that sometimes, during parties with mutual friends, we hang out.

I'd never forget the day when a tipsy him got angry at a guy who was flirtng with me - because the flirty guy was being very creepy.

Like, thanks for being sexually intimidating, sir, but you are not my boyfriend. Thanks though, it was such a weird turn-on for me.

"I think I want to start experimenting, bro."

Holy shit.

I shook my head. "You've had way too much to drink." I told him, grabbing his can of beer.

He slurred a 'no', his cheeks flushed and a sleepy look on his face.

Suddenly, he'd grabbed me again by the arms and pulled me towards him, "you smell nice."

His breath on my neck, his arms wrapped around me, it was too good to be true. I sighed, "if you're serious, let's have ths conversation when you're sober."

"But I am sober." He grinned.

Gawd, he was so hot. But, again, straight.

He hiccuped a few times before grabbing my face.

"Nope, no kisses, sir."

He groaned, "okay, okay. But your sir wants to though."

I wanted to roll my eyes but-

Straight. And drunk. And for all intents and purposes, I was most likely a homie now.

I was about to move away when-

*kiss*

Fuck.

[bottomnerdsandsubtops]

"Flex your bicep like that, and..."

-snap-

I showed him the photo.

"God, I look stupid." He said, looking at his photo.

I tilted my head, "What are you on about, you're hot."

My roommate, a fitness model, had burst into my room earlier to tell me that he's decided to open an account on a content-subscription website.

Quarantine had sucked the life out of his sources of income.

Since I was his gay roommate, I've been bombarded with a lot of questions about NSFW content. The gay kind.

I wasn't able to answer any of his questions because he was already dragging me out of my room. In our living room, he plopped into our couch, tossed his phone to me and flexed a bicep. "Take a photo of me."

I did.

I wanted him to understand completely though, "Are your sure about this? Once you post racy stuff on the internet, it's gonna stay there forever."

I know this because of the countless accounts of retired workers from the adult industry - especially so on the gay side of the adult industry. I was the sexually-repressed gay nerd from high school, I've been into the deep recess of the internet and participated in now-defunct forum and board discussions about these topics because when you delevop a crush on an older, muscular, big-dicked, hairy top that was active almost a decade ago, you get curious about them and how they are after retirement. At least that was how I was before I came out in college. Looking back now, high school me was a piece of shit.

Still, I've read a lot to know that only a small percentage of actors would have a happy ending after porn, and a good portion of those people, their happy endings were short-lived.

"A resurfaced naked photo of you could ruin your future prospects." I told him seriously.

"Damn," he looked at me with a newfound respect. "I was expecting you to be more open to this. I didn't expect you to be so..." He paused to think for a better word, "...uh, smart?"

I chuckled. He was your stereotypical dumb jock, but he'd proven himself to be a good friend, totally sweet too. But straight as an arrow, as far as I can tell.

"But, I've read that being a top creator nets you a lot of money." I told him equally, "And we're in 2021, we've taken amazing steps to making sex work safer. In fact, content subscription is arguably one of safest way for adult content. Why-"

I felt him grab my shoulders and shake me a little. "Hey, hey! Yoy're doing your smart-speak again."

"Ah," Him being too close to me, with those eyes and that intense glare, it was disarming. "Sorry."

He grinned. "No problem."

I was super gay alright, holy shit. My roommate was smokin' hot. "I just want you to know that this is serious." I felt like I was in high school again, where the star quartetback asked for a pen and I gave him my entire pencil case. "A wrong move and you can definitely ruin the modeling career you've built, I think."

There was a pause which made me speak up again, "Still, times have changed; my favorite ex-porn star is currently still active online and has a pretty good non-porn online presence. Has, like, an good online following over at instagram."

At least that got him thinking. He turned to his phone, "Well, will this photo cut it?"

It was hot, not going to lie but... "How much are you going to charge for it?"

He told me his price.

I let out a hiss. "Your going to burn out your fans."

"Well, what would you suggest then?"

I looked at him. I did follow a few studs on the site, but he didn't need to know that most of them looked eeriely like him. It was merely a coincidence, I swear.

I told him my suggestions.

A few days later, after an exhausting online meeting with my colleagues at work, I found him with a smile on his face in our kitchen countertop.

"Someone's happy." I commented, going for the fridge to make myself a sandwich.

He looked up from his phone, his smile turning into a grin, "I made bank today! I can finally afford rent for the month. The domino mask you suggested did get me a few hate comments but who cares, right?"

I ohhed at him. "Don't bombard them with content though. I think it'll be good for your brand if you seldom post."

"But then I wouldn't make money."

I shook my head, " Don't be like those guys who bombard fans with context. Too much is too much. Quantity would never trump quality. Posting often could also lead to creater burnout. Then again, I'm only going off of Youtube videos about creator burnout but I guess the can apply to you because you're a content creator now-"

I felt him flick my forehead. "You're doing it again..."

Massaging the part that got flicked, I blushed, "Sorry."

"No worries." He made a reach for a high cupboard, which made his shirt ride up, exposing a sliver of his hairy abs, which made me blush, which made me squeeze way too much ketchup on my sandwich.

The next time I saw him, because I've exiled myself into my room to finish a deadline, I found him on our living room couch, naked and-

Holy shit, it was big. His dick was big. Shaped like a torpedo, with a nice pointed tip, it was better than most of the studs I jacked off too.

"Oh," the domino mask he picked up hid his features alright but it flattered his face shape and made his eyes pop, "sorry about that." He used a couch pillow to hide erection, but of course, I was the one who was blushing harder.

"No, my bad," I took a step back, "I was just," I looked at my hand and saw my towel, "I was just going to take a shower."

Hurriedly, I went to the bathroom. In my shame, in the shower, I jacked off to the naked image of him burned into my mind. I felt dirty doing so but he was just... so hot.

Fortunately, he was already in his room when I emerged from the bathroom.

The morning after that... well, he came to me apologetic.

I was dead set on not talking about it but he came to me with a look that said he wanted to talk about it.

"Listen..."

I wanted to die, for the earth to open up and swallow me whole, but it was a conversation we needed to have.

Fortunately, he was understanding and wanted to respect my wishes of keeping the neutral areas of our apartment neutral.

I sensed a but, from him though...

"Out with it."

And he showed me, bringing out his phone, he showed me a clip of him getting shocked as I came into the frame. Granted, my face was blurred but... "Why are you showing this?"

"I wanted to post a blooper reel, but the engagement I've gotten on that one was higher than most."

I'm not surprised that he knew what engagement was and that, contextually, he used it properly. I am surpised that he was showing me this. "You blurred me out, no harm, no foul." I told him simply. Besides, my eyes was glue to that amazingly shaped dick.

"Uhm... would you," he shifted on his feet, it was a weird sight, this hunk of a man, one that was usually so confident, was acting shy all of a sudden, "I mean, you could say no, but I'd be really happy if you help me out with this-"

I raised a brow, "Out with it."

"Want to do a video with me together?" He'd closed his eyes shut, expecting the worst. When he didn't hear me explode in indignation, I saw him peek at me with an eye.

Truth be told, this could be another great souce of additional income for me. But since I worked for a company, I would need to be very careful about this.

"Hello..."

I could use a mask like but I have to be very careful about other things like birthmarks and such. I don't wanna get doxxed because of a unique mole or something. Good thing I didn't have tattoos but only because needles scared me and I don't think it'll look good on me.

"Anyone there?"

Besides, I can use the money from this line of work as disposable income. I can buy more videogames, upgrade a few things on my gaming computer, use that money for my student loans.

"I think I broke you." I barely noticed my roommate until I saw him way too close to me.

Oh and I get to... I gulped. I felt my cock stir and ass twitch. And I get to-

"Okay." But I needed to prepare first. It's been too long since the last time I got laid. Wait, why am I assuming that we'll fuck?

"Great, so you'll do a scene with me?"

I looked at him, "Except, it'a not gonna do you any favors if we do a jack off session. Even mutual jack offs aren't that well-received anymore, I think."

He was nodding at me, acting as if all my words was law. Then again, I was the gay one here so I think I had a leg up in wanting to cater to his gay audience. Not true, I don't know what I am talking about.

I didn't want him to be uncomfortable with any of this - of course there was some to me as well, because I was going to perform, but more so for him because he wasn't attracted to guys. Nothing too hardcore, but since his stint earlier on our couch, his fans wouldn't expect softcore content either.

Okay, so basically the most vanilla gay scene ever. But good enough that it might get illegally uploaded in pornsites and hot enough that people would want to buy stuff from us.

"I need to open up my own account too. And get an enema packet." I looked at him, "Are you okay getting sucked? How about fucking?"

I started to pace in our apartment, "What am I saying? I am already assuming that he's a top."

He looked at me, eyes wide, "Wait, wha-"

I wasn't looking at him anymore, "That's right, maybe he'd like to bottom. There is a market for small tops and big bottoms. But bottoming is difficult for someone who isn't gay. There's the preparation too. Also we gotta be careful. I'm also not a top too, and I don't like topping. Besides-"

I felt a strong hand grip my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks. "Woah, woah. Easy there. You were in your own little world again."

I looked at him. And forgot the most important thing. I felt stupid, and I could feel my lips forming into a sheepish smile. The most important thing was consent. "What scene do you want to do?"

Our first scene is him topping me. It was all his decision.

He didn't want to look like the others who just looked braindead getting sucked in their videos, his words not mine. Or faking it while getting head. I almost took that personally over my fellatio skills, but not really. I was anxious because it's been too long.

Still, "What do you mean you don't like looking like the others?"

He shrugged, "I checked the competition and saw how they did their stuff."

Right, makes sense. He's a model, so it makes sense for him to check out the competition andnto pilfer tips and tricks.

It was his turn to look at me weirdly, "You've bought a lot from the store."

This ended up with a crash course for my dear roommate who was new to gay sex, who, after a fifteen minute intro to preparing to bottom, had swore to only be a top moving forward. "Condoms are the bare minimum." I summarized.

Also, in my head, my roommate should only be a top. This will be polarizing, especially to his fans of course, but something about my roommate specifically made him best desirable as a top.

Looking at my reflection on the bathroom mirror, I started to shave my ass.

I wasn't ripped like my roommate, but I wasn't a slouch either. I've done my best to help him get some income by 'hiring' him as a trainer. Which is really just him taking the reins on what I eat and him trying to control my unhealthy habits especially with being idle because of video games.

Joke's on me because I was showing some results. Like, I wasn't the skinny nerd from high school. Nor was I the pudgy nerd from college. I was a bit leaner now, enough to be a complimentary contrast to his bulked up build, in a scene that is.

Emerging from the bathroom, I found him rearanging our furniture.

Then his stomach rumbled.

Brunch first and then-

Finally this was it. The culmination of this weird turn of events with my straight roommate.

Him, naked in our living room (vetoed today as a place where we'll produce our content), and me, in a jockstrap because my dick wasn't as impressive as his mammoth and the fact that people are going to watch a big-dicked, buzz cut, smooth muscle str8 top about to have his first gay encounter with his gay slim-ish, nerdy, smooth-assed roommate.

We'd spent a good portion of our weekend afternoon planning out the shots. We were going to shoot it in our living room couch.

Surprisingly, my roommate took the reigns on this one and instinctively knew where to place our phones at the most optimal place that flattered us the most. It was him who suggested that we rearrange the stuff in the room and to remove personal trinkets to the point where our livingroom was unrecognizable. He was also the one who suggested that we use a backdrop using bedsheets to hide our location further.

It's his modeling experience I am sure, and to be completely honest, he looked so cool and awesome to be in his element.

Granted we could only work with our phones and the camera of my old college laptop, but during our test drive, I didn't look... bad. He looked good in any angle, as per usual, but he tells me that he just knows how to look good on most angles.

"You look good actually." He said, watching the footage. He said it in a sincere but oddly clinical way that made me feel like his model persona was an entirely different beast altogether. Like he was chill and easygoing at home but on the job he's-

He looked at me, grinning, "Your hard work's paid off."

I didn't blush by that compliment, but the sincerity was heartfelt. It sent butterflies on my stomach too. "You should congratulate yourself too, without your motivation and direction, I wouldn't be like this."

He just nodded before looking back at the footage.

When were about to start, that's when I just... froze up.

Suddenly, the words and scenarios that I had in my head evaporated into thin air, and with three camera recording, I didn't know what to-

I felt my roommate wrap an arm over my shoulder. His face was close to mine again and I swear, I could taste the mint in his breath.

"Don't worry, I'm with you on this one." His smile was magnificent. Pretty sure if I wasn't wearing a domino mask, the cameras could pick up the flush appearing on my face. His face was that close to mine.

Was I still game for this? Heck yeah. But I just didn't know what to-

"Here." He made a grabe of my hand and placed it over his abs. "You like muscles, right?"

My mouth became dry. Nodding, I looked into his eyes.

"Yes," he smirked, I ran my hands up and down his stomach, feeling each ripple in my fingers "Just like that."

He guided my hands lower and lower into his crotch, my eyes following my hands direction. Trimmed neatly, I felt the coarse hair of his pubes before the tip of my fingers touched the base of his cock.

"Ah!" I'd whimpered at the touch, pulling away my hands the moment my skin touched his base. It felt warm to touch. It felt mighty too.

I looked up and met his gaze, "C'mon. Don't be shy."

I know for sure he was straight. I saw the girls he brought home for one-night stands. Heard his escapades, whether I liked it or not.

I didn't know where and how he learned how to be this performative but it was working. I was getting turned on. Well even more turned on.

His hand that had hooked over my neck drew me closer, until my head rested over his shoulder.

I couldn't help it, intimate touches had been too long for me. I nuzzled my nose of the crook of his neck and just took him in. His scent was manly. His skin was warm to touch. His shoulder felt sturdy. And his cock...

I let out an exhale. We'd established that kissing on the lips was a no-no. And I understood the reasoning: I once saw a greenhorn straight guy do gay porn and the facial expression of his first kiss was one of disgust. Besides, it would weird him out, and with him carrying the show, I wouldn't want to pull him out of his zone. But that doesn't mean I could... kiss his other body parts.

But I didn't want to be pervy about it.

Butterfly kisses on the crook of his neck, soft and fleeting. I felt him tighten his hold on me.

"Sorry." I whispered, intoxicated by him.

He'd used his other hand to grab a hold of my jaw and gave it a few light slaps. Strong enough to get me out of my stupor.

He could be rough too, I realized. More invigorated, I leaned towards his crotch and started to massage his junk. I was jacking him off now.

We played some straight porn on the side, and I knew his eyes were immediately on it.

Slowly, it began. First a chub. Then at half mast.

"Fuck..." I let out a whimper, "This is big."

I grabbed a bottle of lube that I used for jacking off and opened the cap. Then I drizzled them over his cock and lathered it up.

I used two hands to distribute the lube evenly. What was once warm to touch now burned hot in my fingers. My right hand swirled around his cockhead while my left made sure to run laps from base to crown.

A few seconds of this and his dick was rock-hard. It was even more imressive up-close. My hand couldn't even reach around it.

"Shit." I exhaled when I felt it reach full hardness. I let go of it, and despite the girth and length of it, it stood upright in an angle.

The head was red and angry, and my hand couldn't resist taming it. My thumb found the underside of his cockhead.

I heard him take a sharp intake of breath.

I looked at him and saw his eyes on me. I used my thumb to massage hia frenulum.

"Ahh~"

Shit. He likes it. What if I run my entire palm on his cockhead?

"Hngg!"

He didn't stop me, and the moans escaping from his mouth was insane.

I had to shift my lower body on my seat because the tenting of my jockstrap felt unbearable. But that proved to be my downfall because I started to lightly hump myself on our couch.

My touch appeared to send him into a frenzy. It was such a rush, to have this strong, muscular man turn into putty in my hands.

I hadn't realize my mouth was mere inches away from my fist when I felt a hand over the small of my back.

I looked up. This stud had leaned back into the sofa. He was doing short, raspy breaths. His eyes were almost shut, sweat running down his face, but he wasn't looking at the porn video anymore. He was looking at me.

Fuck. This was so hot.

I stopped playing with his cock, "This is ready."

Devilishly, I gave his cockhead a little lick, which made him thrust his dick upwards. Skullfuck, yes but not right now.

His dick twitched, and I felt the hand over my head turn into a fist, grabbing a fistful of my hair. His piss slit let out a stream of pre.

"Fuck," in my amazement, I'd unconsciously tried to lap it up.

But he doubled-down and grabbed my head by the hair, "Wait. Stop."

I looked up to him, apologetic. "Sorry." It tasted good though.

I wanted to make it up to him. Make him feel good.

I stood up and squatted in front of him. Making sure to align that red, angry cockhead with my opening.

I let out a contented exhale as his tip touched my entrance. "I'm ready."

I felt his hands grab my shoulder. "Me too."

And then I pushed. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." The head slipped right it, me feeling every inch of his girth.

Then the body followed, and I had to pause to get used to his thickness.

His grip on my shoulder tightened. He let out a pitched cry. Followed by his dick-

"No, no, no, no." I looked over to him, biting my lip, "Not yet. Please not yet."

He looked at me, equally upset, also biting his lip.

I didn't like that look of his face. It was a defeated look. I didn't like it at all.

I rocked my hips, up and down, sliding his cumming member in my ass. "It's okay." I closed my eyes, the pleasure immense yet not totally fulfilling. "Just ride it out."

I clenched my ass around his dick. Making sure to try to find the rhythm to his pulses.

My eyes were on him, and I saw him clench his teeth. With a hiss, he let out a resigned, "okay," meeting up with my rhythm.

My dick hadn't gone down all thoughout this, tenting my jockstrap obscenely.

When he came down from his orgasm, he slowly pulled out.

The cum was in me now. Which made me stand up.

I turned around and saw the unopened packet of condoms on our side table.

"We forgot condoms!" I looked over at him, "I'm sorry. I know we planned it to play safe but..."

He reached out and grabbed me by the arm. With a pull, I was in his arms again, "Whew!" He was still in the afterglow of sex and it was an amazing sight and experience to behold. "You worry to much. I'm clean, are you?"

"Well yeah, but-" I was sitting on one of his thighs. Then I felt him grab me and with ease turned me around, my crotch on top of his, my arms limply to my sides, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

"Shhh~" He wrapped both arms around me and placed his head over mine. "Just a sec." He breathed deep. "Let me ride this out."

His right hand slid down my back, sending me shivers, before settling on my ass. "I've been missing out on this." He gave my buttcheeks a squeeze.

"You're straight." I said, pointing it out. But I wasn't sure anymore. My hands found his chest and it felt firm. I love it.

"Still attracted to women," he said nonchalantly, "but this hole..." I had to squeeze my ass closed because he used both hands to pry it open. That made me gasp.

"Don't, the cum will get on our couch."

He chuckled before feeling his dick on my stomach twitch again.

"We need to finish the scene." He looked down and smirked, "and make you cum again."

Cum again, wha-

Shit. I came hands free earlier. Through anal stimulation. Wait. No, no, no, don't pry my ass open, the cum'll stain our couch!

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"You... like this?"

I looked at him weirdly, "Well, yeah." Then his dick touched a spot in me that made me gasp.

"Sorry." He looked at me apologetically.

It was getting too hard to concentrate, but him apologizing made me laugh. "What are you sorry for?"

Using my ass muscles, I clamped on his dick.

It was his turn to gasp. More like grunt, but it was a pleasured grunt.

"Wait..." it was starting to click together, his shy demeanor, his fumbling, his deer-caught-in-the-headlights look, "Is this your first time?"

Who knew this hunk of a man was-

"No~" he said a little to quickly.

What did I expect from the cute gym goer? "Ah, first time with a dude."

I found myself smiling. "That's... so cute."

His silence and his reluctance to meet my eyes confirmed my suspicion.

Right away this hot encounter was... turning not hot, but it didn't make me lose my attraction to him.

Well, what did I expect from an up-coming sex worker, at least according to online hearsay. He was a bit older at me, which made me think that he was more experienced than me, but I set myself up for that.

Still, I giggled, "Are you okay with... kissing?" I paused because he did a thrust that touched that sensitive spot in me.

"I'm not gay." He said simply.

Yep, this is his first rodeo with a man, alright.

"Okay," I nodded, respecting his boundaries. I then grabbed him by his neck and pulled him towards me, my lean torso get pressed by his thick, cut one.

My lips were right by his ear. "Fuck me harder." 'Please', I wanted to add but he gave me the vibe that me being needy and submissive would be too much for him.

"Okay." His reply was soft, like his breath got caught in his throat, but his rutting...

"So goooood." It was fierce, strong, hard. Pefect for me. "Just. Like. That."

My arms wrapped themselves over his torso, my hands massaging the muscles in his back.

But I had another sneaking suspicion, "Harder. I know you can fuck me harder."

He was holding back, I could tell. "C'mon, stud. You could do better." I gasped when he made a particular strong thrust that poked my button, "I know you can."

He untangled himself from my embrace to look into my eyes, "It... doesn't hurt?"

I only grinned at him. With his impressive tool, it'd be naive to say that it didn't, but I've grown accustomed to such pain in that they're positive feelings for me now.

He looked at me in the eyes before giving a particularly hard thrust, which made me gasp again. "You like that?"

I could see him being such a dom if he'd be into BDSM.

I nodded.

He gave another hard thrust. "That's not an answer."

I breathed out a 'yes' which made him smile. His first smile since I met him. He was so hot.

"Fuck..." I could feel my ass twitching.

I felt a hand over my neck, squeezing it lightly, "Careful."

I was far too gone at this point, "...yessir."

And then, quite surprising for me, I could feel his tongue-

"Fuck-" he'd turned my face to the side to lap up the skin under my ear lobe. Moving towards my smooth jaw, and into my lips.

His tongue. It was inside my mouth, exploring it, making my tongue react at the intrusion.

He moaned when I started to suck on it.

"...filthy." I heard him whisper under his breath. His dick was so hard in me.

Then I felt him pin my hands above my head and give me the fuck of my life.

"Oh fuck..."

He was smirking now, "Feels good?"

"Yes..."

"Yes?"

"Yes sir."

Then his pace got faster. In fact, his rhythmic fucks were the only thing that could be heard in the room.

And then I could feel it. His dick was twitching too much. His breathing became labored. His thrusts erratic and uncontrollable.

He never looked better in my eyes.

"I'm about to-"

Was it me who said that?

And then came the high. I felt it gushing in me. So warm. So much.

His grip on my hands had weakened and during his release he'd collapsed on top of me.

In his delirium, I could only hear gibberish from his lips.

My hands massaged his back again, the post-coital glow running through our veins.

I felt him sink his face into the crook of my neck, a coo escaping from his lips.

A shiver ran down my spine when he gave it a kiss.

"So good." He raised his head up to look into me. "That was so good."

I couldn't help bit reciprocate his grin, "Yeah it was."

I squirmed under him, making my ass shake on the dick impaling me when I realized that it was still hard.

I felt arms wrapping around my torso before pulling me up, into a seating position.

I gasped as the dick inside of me punched my love button again.

There was a mischievious look in his eye, "Again?"

We did it two more times until he collapsed on top of me, unconscious. I'd cum three times during that time.

The last one, I was a mewling, slutty mess. Also, during our last romp, he was more affectionate.

Gone was his no-kissing boundary that's for sure.

[bottomnerdsandsubtops]

I love the needy look on his face.

I live for moments where I could give him pleasure.

What they don't see is him in restrains. Hands tied, legs in place, smelling like leather and musk.

My hand reached for a strong pec, my fingers zeroing in on his nipples.

He gasped when I used my thumb and forefinger to pinch it.

"Please," the look he gave me made my ass twitch, "Please touch my dick." His dick, the only thing unrestrained in all this, was hard and throbbing.

He knows that it's my favorite muscle and that I take great pleasure in giving his dick extreme sensations.

I couldn't deny him anymore though. Going down on my knees, I looked up to him, making sure to let his hard dick touch my face as I made him look down on me.

This was all roleplay for us, me being in control of him, but I'd play these little games for him because I just love seeing him giving in to his baser desires.

True control was on him, how he could make me do things I wouldn't normal do.

I smiled as his cock twitched on my face and let out precum. I brought out my tongue to lick it before deciding otherwise.

It was a waste, and I love the taste of his pre, but his delayed pleasure was more important in this instance.

I stood up, letting that dick slide out of my face, but not before giving the underside of his cockhead a kiss and a lick.

Truthfully, I wanted nothing more than to throw him down on the floor, mount that dick, stick it in me, and ride it to completion, but I could do that later. What he needed right now was someone who'll worship his abused hairy pecs. A product of a flogging session of his choosing.

My lips and tongue gave it the nursing it deserved, earning pleasured gasps from my stud.

I stood up and met his eyes. He was a good, half-head taller than me and his gaze, in bounded pain-pleasure, made me quiver again in desire.

The urge to surrender to this man was overpowering. It was a game within our game.

The first time we did this, I lasted only ten minutes before I unbound him and begged him to fuck me.

I was selfish back then. This act was for his pleasure. His sub fantasies made manifest. He was my top, but he liked being submissive too. And I never want to deny him pleasure.

I read and read and read all I could to give him all he desired and while I had the knowledge crammed into my head, the application, the self-restraint, the mental fortitude needed to deliver him this type pleasure was a different beast altogether.

I found myself clinging to his bounded form, my arms snaking around his torso, pulling him close. My head resting on his shoulder, his hard cock poking my stomach. I couldn't help myself from purring in delight.

I drinked in his restrained presence. Letting my face into the crook of his neck, tasting a bead of sweat that had formed under his jaw.

My hands roamed around his muscled back now, earning whimpers from the stud of my dreams.

"I love this." I told him, pecking his neck before pulling my arms out. My left arm though, brushed over his bushy pits

His pits! I felt dumb. How could I neglect such a wonderful part of his body.

With my instruction, still in my fake authoritative voice, I told him that I was untying him and that I will be raising his arms, but in no way would he touch his dick for pleasure.

Who am I kidding though? If he jacked his dick right now, right in front of me, I would kneel and open my mouth and give him a look that said I needed my mouth to be-

"Yes master."

I scrunched my nose. I didn't like to be called that. "Okay sir, I will raise your hands now."

That let out a low rumble from his vocal cords. He didn't like getting this illusion broken when I feverently called him sir.

Our little feud evaporated when I saw the hairy caverns that was his armpits.

My nose dove right in. "The best." A sniff and two licks. "Yes~"

I could get lost into this.

He started to whimper again, and I made a conscious decision to grab his dick. His whimpers turned into moans.

I went to his other pit and did the same worship, my hands cupping and massaging his chest.

When the deed was done, when the thick hairs had been tamed flat, I looked over to him.

"Is this what you need?" Funny how in most days of the week, it was him saying those words to me.

He nodded vigorously. "Yes."

"You'll surrender yourself to me?"

He groaned.

"That's not a reply." My hands found his dick again, and I jerked it off, making him squeal and move in his restrains. "I asked" my thumbs was drawing circles on the underside of his dick, "if you'll surrender yourself to me."

"Yes. Yes! Yes!" I let go of his cock, earning a moan of exhausted relief from him.

My dick was stupidly erect at this point and I want nothing more than to throw my hands around him, frot my dick over his, and watch the contrast of my average penis against the truly impressive cock of his.

I grinned. "Good." And with that, the switch in me was flipped.

Gone was the dominant persona I'd created for this roleplay. In it was the hungry little nerd who had the most amazing, hunky, hairy muscle top of his dreams.

I turned around, grabbed the base of his twitching, throbbing manhood and positioned it for a good, well-deserved fucking.

We both shivered when his tip made out with my entrance.

But my performance as his fake dom wasn't over yet. I looked at him, steeling my face because I didn't want to lessen his experience, "what do you say?"

His reply was a mumble, which I pretended I didn't hear.

"What was that?" I made his dick move in circles, the tip of his cock sending amazing sensations in my ass.

"Master, can I please fuck your pussy, sir."

I smiled, albeit with mixed feelings. I didn't like the master and sir part. But the trembles in his voice, the need in his tone, I wanted it.

"Good." And I pushed.

We groaned in unison. No pause or breaks. I pushed that dick inside of me, touching every nerve, setting everything in pleasured fire.

When my asscheeks touched his crotch, I let out a sigh of relief. Right to the hilt. Just like I wanted it. Seeing that dick disappear into me was like a magic trick of it's own.

I made a few small circling motions with my hips, making sure to brush his trimmed pubes against my buttcheeks.

Now came the best part. I was losing coherency in my thoughts, the need to lose to this feeling overpowering me, "Fuck. Me."

With a mighty hybrid of a roar and a cry, he began fucking me with wild abandon.

Sometime during the fuck, I had untied his arms, his hands grabbing hold of my torso.

Then I remember sinking into the ground, getting pinned by this amazing avalanche of hard muscle, his amazing dick moving in and out of me.

I remember bouncing on his dick, ordering him to smack my chest and ass.

I remember ordering him to flex his body for me, his hard body straining as I worshipped his hard work.

I remember the sting of my face as I then ordered him to slap me in the face, before grabbing my head for a chaste kiss.

I remember hearing him mewl out apologies for hurting me, and me whispering into his ears that it was okay and that I liked it.

I also remember denying him his request to top him. I'm a bottom. Proud of it. He is my top. But I didn't want to deny him pleasure so, with his dick still inside me, I crawled over to the toys we've set to the side and grabbed a vibrating buttplug. How I managed to insert that in his ass as he fucked me was a mystery to me, but by the time we were ready to cum, I was using my hands to add sensations to his ass by pressing the buttplug deeper in him.

"Now," it was taking too much of my willpower to not give in to turning into a puddle in his arms, "cum-" I gasped as his thrusts became harder.

I leaned back, placing my hands over his knees and bouncing in tandem with his thrusts.

I wanted it.

I wanted his cum.

I wanted to give him the pleasure.

I wanted to give him the release.

"Please," the dominant persona has all but melted away, "cum in me."

My breath caught into my throat, and I felt his hand grab the back of my head.

"Okay," his thrusts were desperate now. And with one final rut, he let out an animalistic roar.

I felt it. His cum flooded my insides. His cock trembled like crazy. His roars turned to moans.

I had realized that he'd grabbed my dick and had stroked it to completion, my cum loose and watery and had coated his chest.

That took a lot out of me.

I pulled out of him, made sure to keep his cum in me, before collapsing beside my top.

My hand found his sides and I pulled him close to me. Nestling my head over his chest.

He was breathing hard, but took the time to wrap an arm over me to pull him closer.

I've read that during intense roleplays like this, aftercare is a must.

He had gone unconscious shortly after, and I quietly untangled myself from him. I made a quick run to our kitchen, making sure to grab the aftercare tray I'd prepared earlier.

Going to his sleeping form, I did a quick survey on him. So far no injuries. There were markings from his restrains and the flogging earlier but not one that needed immediate attention.

I saw him stir.

I'd placed my tray on the ground and aided him up, making sure to take a glimpse of any injuries he might've sustained on his backside.

I poured him a glass of water, which he took with an appreciative grunt.

"Careful." I should've made him drink from a straw because he was shaking too much.

When I asked if he wanted another glass, he placed his glass on the tray and tackled me to the ground.

His head was above mine, his weight crushing me. "That was amazing." It was not an unpleasant experience though.

"Really?"

He shifted our position, turning me to the side and finally letting me rest on top of him. "Yeah, you make a great dom."

I didn't get a chance to reply because his strong hands were carressing my back and the soft rise and fall of his chest was alluring.

Finally realizing that he was okay, all the fatigue that had accumulated from our session came crashing down. My eyes suddenly felt heavy and I could only surrender to sleep's embrace.

The last thing I recalled was him adjusting my position and the feeling of being carried up. There was a light peck at my forehead but I couldn't really be sure.

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A/N: for real, I cannot write smut for the life of me! haha

DEREK BOLT RSS “TSA Checkpoint” (2017)