A gay story: A Promising Exchange
“Hey- beautiful ass.”
The message glowed against my dark gray phone screen. It was accompanied by a photo of a handsome man, cropped to hide his face. His physique was striking; his build was strong, but with a pleasing layer of softness around his waist and buttocks. An intricate tattoo of an olive branch adorned his left side, and his hairy chest and arms added a rugged masculinity to his appearance. His complexion was darker than mine; I guessed he might be of Latino or Arabic descent, based on his coarse, dark hair.
He seemed to be in his early thirties, although lately I had become less concerned with the ages of the men I slept with. I had been indulging in more and more sexual encounters, feeling increasingly promiscuous. But in reality, I mostly stuck to one-on-one experiences. Though I craved adventure, I reminded myself that I was still in my twenties and had to prioritize my studies. The idea of being gangbanged excited me, but I knew I could always explore that later in life.
What caught my attention in the photo was the man’s position. He was twisted around, so that his penis was not visible. Instead, his round, hairy buttocks were on display, tempting and alluring. As a lifelong bottom, I was used to receiving rather than giving. My dating profile made this clear, with my selected position listed as “bottom” and my pictures featuring me in jockstraps, flaunting my backside. This man, however, seemed to be versatile.
A quick look at his profile told me that this was not the case. His bio was very straight to the point: Horny guy taking loads from men that fuck good. Raw is law. Shoot me a message if you think you (or you and some friends) would be a good fit. And, mirroring my own choice, his profile also read position: bottom.
He must’ve misread my profile. I was disappointed; this guy was crazy hot, I would’ve loved to feel him inside me. Maybe I could’ve taken his load. Oh well, time to break the news.
Thanks, I wrote, you’re hot as hell, but I think you’ve made a mistake. I’m a bottom too 🙁
I’d back to doom scrolling, assuming he’d leave that as it was, when I got another message from him a minute later.
I can tell, you look it haha. With a lot of potential, too. You ever think about being a cumdump?
I thought for a second, wondering what good engaging with this would even do. It’s not like he’s proposing he comes over or anything, and truth be told, I had spent many a nights thinking about how sloppy my hole could get.
Yeah, it’s really hot to me. Haven’t done anything close to that though.
A few seconds, and then:
Would you want to? Just wondering; not asking you to commit to anything.
I guess so, I responded, I just got on prep recently, so it’s a little more feasible. I wouldn’t know the first thing about it though.
A minute or two went by, and then I received another picture. This was the same guy, which I could tell from the tattoo. Here he was laying down on a bed, stomach down. His hole was front and center; two strips of thicker hair ran down his ass crack on both sides of his opening. His cock and balls were pulled back behind him as well. His cock was thick and hard, though not long, and his balls were big and shaved, unlike the rest of his crotch. The center stage, though, was the pure quantity of cum coating everything. It almost didn’t look real; his hole was clearly fucked open, though you couldn’t see very far down into him because the pool of cum kept it opaque. The dark hair was matted down, and his smooth balls looked slick with how much seed covered them. My dick jumped in the jock I was wearing and I could feel a bead of precum squeeze out of me.
This was me earlier this week. This was after 8 loads. He said nothing else.
I was quick. Woah, that’s amazing. How did you do that?
Interested? He teased. I have a pretty good network around here. Lots of guys like fucking other guys, if you can believe that.
Sure, I believed that, but the few guys I’d been with before weren’t so keen on fucking a guy that was that loose. Taking 8 loads? That was intimidating.
I think… I’d love that I responded.
I was hoping you’d say that 😉 I’m Andrew, by the way. Would you be interested in coming around to talk a little more? No sex or anything… not yet anyway.
Then, a phone number and an address.
I was torn; I still didn’t understand really what this guy wanted with me; he seemed to be a very exclusive bottom, as was I. But, I didn’t have much to do, and he was really hot, so I decided it was probably worth checking out. I looked up the address and found that it was an apartment unit about 10 minutes from my place. It wasn’t upscale, but neither was it run-down. It seemed completely normal.
I’m Barry. Anything I should do? Douche? Bring anything? I asked.
I like that you have an eye for logistics, he commented, but you should be good. Wear a jock, though. It looks good on you.
I was already wearing a royal blue one, though my precum had definitely soaked through the pouch at this point. I considered changing it for a fresh one, but remembering the state of Andrew’s hole in the picture and decided that he wouldn’t take offense to a wet jock. I pulled on some basketball shorts and a t shirt, had half a mind to brush my teeth (just in case) and headed out to my car. I have a feeling this’ll be a fun one, I thought to myself.