A gay sex stories: Becoming the Man of the House Ch. 03 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.
Read the chapter 1 here: https://literotica.com/s/becoming-the-man-of-the-house-1
Read the chapter 2 here: https://literotica.com/s/becoming-the-man-of-the-house-ch-02
AARON
Ever since I sucked Leo’s massive cock in the car, I’ve been dreaming of another opportunity. I kept thinking about how I could bottom for him, if it would hurt too much, if I would be able to support all the girth and weight inside me.
That experience had undoubtedly affected me more deeply than him. He would arrive at the gym early, greeting me with a hint of detachment, as if I were just another guy he impressed.
Leo’s schedule was eight in the morning. He was hyper-focused on training and costumers looked at him often while he was being coached by his tattooed uncle. They were pure muscle, with virtually no body fat. Leo’s arms were a show of their own, the biceps teasing a curve underneath his shirt. It was not at all strange that, as the week progressed, the gym began to get more crowded at the time he attended. Several customers turned on dating apps to try to find him and strike up a conversation, all to no avail.
On Friday, as he walked out of the gym, I finally worked up the courage to approach him. “Will you come to my house on Sunday? It’s my birthday and I want to surprise Eric.”
“This Sunday? Consider it done. But you should show me who this Eric is.”
I had completely forgotten about it. I sent him Eric’s Twitter link, Top Wrestler, and a photo from two years ago, where he won the Regional Wrestling Championship in his category.
For the plan to work, however, I knew I would have to include my friend Hamid. A few days ago, I introduced Eric to him, a Persian friend of mine. His parents came from Tehran, but Hamid was born here in Dallas. I met him through an app when I was horny during a boring night.
Sexually, the story went nowhere, as we both preferred bottoming. His butt was so perfect, however, that I even tried to fuck him, but my lack of experience and energy in this matter left the date in the category of one-night only.
Hamid had become such a stud. His best attribute was still his juicy muscular ass, which fitted his clothes perfectly. We shared many things in common and that awkward sex night turned into a good friendship.
When Eric met Hamid, my boyfriend became especially arrogant and proud of himself. We had some shots of tequila and, drunk, Hamid revealed to us that he was addicted to big cocks. Eric’s reply was awkward: “So tell him, Aaron, about what I pack.” After consuming alcohol, Eric also disclosed his true identity behind the “Wrestler” account, which piqued Hamid’s interest. He bragged about locker room experiences and about how he always was “bigger than everyone he had fucked”. I was embarrassed. It was becoming almost pathological. How would he get away with this lie if Hamid wanted to have sex with him?
I loved Eric but he needed the reality check. So, for my birthday, I told him I wanted to see him having sex with two friends of mine. Hamid and Leo.
Eric looked interested, but I noticed some hesitation after he saw Leo’s picture. Strong as he was, Leo was different from the men Eric used to fuck. I revealed that he was the nephew of Thomas, his former trainer with whom he had fallen out. And I used words to encourage him:
“Come on, baby. I shouldn’t have to state the obvious, but who on Earth would stand a chance against you? Have you forgotten your reflection? You are top dog standard. People pay to see your body and to hear how confident you are. You are the Top Wrestler, one of the most followed men on the Internet. You have a legion of subs. Both Hamid and Leo think you are hot.”
After Eric’s acceptance, I called Hamid. He became overly excited about all that. I knew Hamid was subscribed to Eric’s fake account. He complimented me on my luck and said Eric was one of the hottest hunks he had ever seen. Hamid’s fame of being addicted to huge cocks was well known, so I assured him he was going to see a huge cock on that night.
Therefore, I became in charge of organizing a sports-themed gathering for four people, and I knew I had put a lot of effort into making it a success. When Sunday came, I became excited to see what uniforms Hamid and Leo had chosen for the occasion.
As the minutes ticked away, anticipation filled the air, and my heart raced with nervousness. That night would be the night of our small gathering, a sport-themed event that I had meticulously planned with attention to detail. With Eric by my side, we were ready to set the stage for an unforgettable evening.
In the hours leading up to the gathering, Eric and I couldn’t contain our excitement. He had spent extra time at the gym, determined to showcase his fit physique and embody the essence of a sportsman. Together, we made our way to the store, selecting an assortment of drinks to quench the thirst of our two guests. I wanted everything to be perfect. Eric was unbelievable. Back at home, I had checked his Twitter account and he had uploaded a new pic, with a good Photoshop, where you could read: “I am about to fuck three butts.” Eric chose the playlist, a collection of energizing upbeats he enjoyed.
He was dressed in one of his wrestling uniforms. It was a tight-fitting, one-piece garment, designed to provide comfort and mobility. It was his favorite, red and blue, made of a stretchy, lightweight spandex, conforming to his bulky body. Covering the torso and upper legs, the dark red material was not so revealing in the crotch area, since Eric’s volume was not that generous, but the low-cut armholes highlighted my boyfriend’s veiny biceps. He also decided he would use the mask he used in his Top Wrestler accounts.
I was in a rugby uniform: a jersey, shorts, and socks. They fitted me snugly and were all black and white, my favorite colors. I knew I looked hot as fuck. Eric was very pleased with my idea, stating that on that night he would fuck me and the other guys more aggressively than ever.
When the doorbell ringed and Hamid entered the apartment, Eric was still in his reigning mode. He took off his mask and smiled, knowing that he had made an impression on my friend. Hamid was also using a wrestler’s uniform, which he claimed was a homage to his heritage, since it was Iran’s national sport. Hamid was a strikingly handsome man. The bright yellow color popped out against his skin, bringing out some vibrancy. However, what truly stole the show was Hamid’s incredibly bubble butt. With each movement, it flexed and bulged drawing admiring looks from Eric and from myself. It was impossible to miss such a phenomenally sculptured asset.
I gave them both drinks. Eric immediately praised Hamid’s butt, making him appreciate the mood. Hamid looked very manly with his uniform, which stirred Eric even more. “You can sit here on my lap”, said Eric. He patted his own thigh, indicating the exact position where Hamid was supposed to sit.
Hamid just smiled. “Who is the other guy about to arrive?” he asked, jealous. “Is he also one of the many fans of the Alpha Wrestler?” he blinked, leaving Eric even more proud.
I caressed Eric’s hair and said I was glad he was living his dream. He replied saying I was finally learning how a submissive had to behave. That he expected to be pleased like this more times. “Three asses just for me. I won’t have mercy”, he said to me when Hamid was a little far from us.
Eric, exuding an air of arrogance, relished in the belief of his own superiority, taking on the role of the older bro. He moved with an irresistible confidence, his every gesture oozing with charm. However, unbeknownst to Eric, the winds of change were starting to whisper in the air. His carefully crafted façade of superiority was about to be shaken to its core. It all started when Leo entered the scene.
He didn’t ring the doorbell but texted me instead. I opened the door and I almost sighed. He was so handsome. Leo, the Colombian stud, radiated a captivating aura with his tanned, sun-kissed skin that seemed to almost glow. His olive complexion complemented his rugged features, enhancing the allure of his chiseled jawline. With his messy hair tousled just enough to give him an effortlessly virile appeal, he exuded masculine strength.
The Latin hunk was wearing a judo uniform, made of heavy-duty cotton and consisting of a heavy jacket, pants, and a black belt. If the judo uniform was supposed to be designed to be practical and functional, not revealing, or provocative in any way, with Leo this failed. His butt looked amazing and you could see his pectoral bursting through the upper part of the uniform. But it is not just his rock-hard pecs that catch everyone’s eyes. The outline of his impressive cock was clearly visible through the fabric. Despite also being covered by the thick cotton material and probably an underwear, Leo’s immense package made it presence felt.
I introduced him to the other guys and quickly Leo stole the spotlight. His mere presence sent tremors through the once unshakable confidence of Eric. As Hamid gravitated towards the newcomer, Eric’s self-assured smile began to waver. More drunk, Eric wove a web of lies and half-truths to bolster his image. Sometimes, I do not know if it was intentional, Leo scratched his balls, which made both my boyfriend and Hamid look at his bulge and gulp.
As Eric continued to talk directly to Leo, he grew increasingly insistent about his athletic prowess, his charm, the guys he had fucked, all while trying to gauge Leo’s reaction. But Leo seemed unfazed, simply sipping his drink and nodding along politely. In fact, he seemed more interested in chatting with Hamid than engaging in Eric’s bravado. It was clear that while Eric was trying his best to be the alpha male in the room, Leo simply didn’t care about the competition.
However, I cannot deny sometimes I felt a strong bond between the three of them, one that even made me feel a little bit left out. They all enjoyed sports much more than I did and they also discovered a common interest in traveling.
When Leo left to the garden to talk to his uncle Thomas on the phone, Eric became more and more assertive towards Hamid. After three glasses of whisky, he was feeling himself on top of the world. He gave a soft slap in Hamid’s face, calling him “my sub”. I took this opportunity to massage his ego. “Hey, Eric, why don’t you show us how strong you are?” He bounced his pecs under the singlet. Then, all of sudden, Eric kissed Hamid. I noticed the muscular Persian was not that much into it at the beginning, but Eric insisted and lust took over. Noticing Hamid was taking their singlets off, Eric ran to turn the lights off, something he always did before having sex.
In the dimly lit room, Eric and Hamid huddled together, enjoying the ambience of the darkness that surrounded us. Eric kissed Hamid, complimenting his butt. He started a deplorable discourse about how was in his nature to tame another male. He then commanded Hamid to take off his yellow singlet completely. Hamid was eager to do it, guiding my boyfriend’s hand to his butt. The two of them standing, he turned Hamid onto his back, kissed the back of his neck, and began to also undress himself quickly.
After a few seconds, Hamid finally noticed Eric was hard, showing his true cock size. Hamid felt it with one hand. I could sense in his voice how disappointed he became. “Hmm,” he said, in a judgmental tone.
But there was no time left for Eric’s reaction. Leo had come back. With a swift click of a switch, the room was flooded with bright light, illuminating every corner, and exposing what had remained hidden in the shadows. In that instant, the mood shifted, and an uncomfortable tension settled upon the faces of both Eric and Hamid.
“Is this the Top Wrestler’s cock?” a disappointed Hamid asked, making Leo almost laugh. “Bro, I am so sorry,” Leo said, looking pityingly at Eric’s cock. The sight left my Persian friend disheartened and wondering why he had lied about something like that. Reality had hit harder than expected.
Awkward glances were exchanged, fleeting expressions of embarrassment and unease passing between them. Their playful banter was replaced by an uncomfortable silence. I felt bad for Eric. The tall white stud was trying to hide his hard-on. “Eric’s size is perfectly fine,” I intervened, getting closer to my boyfriend. It made things worse, I guessed, since Eric made a face as if I didn’t have to come to his defense.
“I am sorry, guys. But he made me believe otherwise. You both did.” Hamid turned to me. “You said I would see a big cock tonight.” The once joyful atmosphere turned into an air of unease, a stark reminder that, sometimes, secrets are best left hidden in the shadows.
However, Leo was there to enhance Eric’s feelings of embarrassment. “So…Hamid came here because he wanted to see a big cock, right?” he asked. Hamid nodded. “I think you are going to be satisfied,” Leo added, looking directly at him.
As the Colombian hunk stood before us, a palpable sense of anticipation hung in the air. With a deliberate motion, he began to loosen the knot of his kimono, the fabric slipping away, revealing the sculpted contours of his physique. As the kimono was falling away, a collective gasp escaped from our lips, our eyes widening in awe. His chest, like a masterpiece carved from stone, was a sight to behold. Each muscle stood out in sharp relief, chiseled, and defined. And then the moment I was expecting the whole night had arrived. Both Eric and Hamid would see Leo’s most distinctive feature.
Then, he pulled the judogi pants down, along with his underwear, in slow motion, as if he were expecting a reaction to come. Below the pubes, we could already feel the astonishment with the thickness of his manmeat. Leo kept pushing his pants and underwear down, undressing himself, and the length of his cock seemed unreal, looking like it would not come out of the pants before his knee.
Hamid acted predictably, with a shout: “Holy fuck, man, that is not big, that is MASSIVE!”. As for Eric, the scene left the tall man stunned, bewildered. Leo smirked, appreciating the different reactions, while he gave his own cock a little shake, as if wanting to showcase the weight. Aesthetically speaking, his cock was extraordinary. I was happy that more people were seeing this alongside me.
Leo walked towards us. As he moved, his massive cock swayed, bumping against his thighs, as if it really had a life of its own. Leo stood next to Eric, putting one of his arms on Eric’s back. “So, my friend Aaron said you love to talk about size. How about us tops comparing?”
“Wait…Are you a top?” Eric asked, afraid. “I knew it!” Hamid celebrated it almost effusively.
“Yes, just like you, Eric, I guess. Well, clearly not like you,” he mocked. Eric understood it immediately. A seismic shift in the power dynamic between Leo and Eric became palpable. The air cracked with an overwhelming aura of dominance, and an unspoken understanding of inferiority washed over Eric like a tidal wave. The fire of his bravado was extinguished, replaced by a haunting silence that spoke volumes of his newfound fragility.
And it was really shocking seeing the two top men in the room side by side. In comparison to the behemoth of a cock before him, Eric’s average penis appeared frail, almost comically tiny. In the presence of such massive manhood, the once-confident man’s voice seemed to abandon him entirely. His attempts to speak were replaced by stammers. We all could not help but be struck by the stark contrast between the two tops.
Hamid fueled the comparisons: “Leo is bigger than Eric even soft!”. In fact, I had never seen my boyfriend’s dick so hard, throbbing. And yet Leo’s soft was indeed bigger.
“Do you wanna see it hard?” There was no need to reply. Hamid was not remotely interested in Eric anymore. The two strapping hunks locked lips; bodies pressed tightly together as tongues entwined in a fierce battle of lust. Their toned physiques glistening with sweat made the heat rise within me and Eric. Each sinewy arm wrapped firmly around the other, hands roaming wherever the urge took them; fingers tangling hair, Leo cupping Hamid’s ass cheeks, exploring every crevice possible. Moans echoed through the air as neither seemed content until their craving had been fully satisfied. Breaking apart breathlessly, their gaze met once more. Any doubts about their compatibility vanished quickly. They were two men, a power top and a power bottom. A perfect match.
And, of course, the hardening of Leo’s cock was a spectacle! I cannot even imagine how much blood was necessary to flow in. Hamid was the happiest person in the world. He was touching the biggest cock he had ever seen, feeling it harden. His joy could not be more complete: Leo was a grower. Hard, his cock became an absolute behemoth. Its size was almost beyond belief and its thickness astounding. The contrast between Leo and the other top, my own boyfriend, was even more striking by then. Eric’s average one appeared so petite and fragile, like a miniature version of Leo’s massive monument.
I couldn’t help but feel invisible as Leo and Hamid passionately explored each other’s bodies without any regard for anyone else around them. Their intense physical connection was palpable, and it made me wonder if they even noticed my existence at all. It was at this moment I realized I was also ignoring my boyfriend Eric, who remained there, incredulous, looking at them, with a hard-on.
“Kneel.” Leo’s commanding tone and confident demeanor exuded authority and control, causing Hamid to immediately comply. The muscular Latin’s actions suggested that he expected obedience from Hamid, who seemed willing to follow orders out of reverence for Leo.
Feeling like a leftover, I knelt before Eric. I knew I was at a disadvantage. It was as if, at a dinner party, I had had a baby carrot, while Hamid had the main course, the meaty one. I got sad about what was left for me. Eric’s thin cock was very easy to grab with one hand. No challenge. Hamid, on the other hand, struggled to cope with all of Leo’s massive monster. I felt like I needed to help him. I was wasting my time with Eric’s smaller one. Kneeling beside me, Hamid gasped, his eyes filled with tears, pain and pleasure as he tried to suck an Alpha’s cock, big and thick like both of us wanted to.
When, still sucking him, I finally looked at Eric, I realized that he wasn’t interested in me at all: he was just staring at the brutal hunger with which Hamid’s mouth was trying to satisfy itself on Leo’s huge cock. That incredulous look of his was so focused, he didn’t even seem to notice when I stopped sucking him.
It was as if he had understood right away: Leo was who he wanted to be. The Colombian embodied the Alpha Top Wrestler persona my boyfriend had idealized as himself: an extremely masculine, muscular man with an immense, thick cock, capable of impressing the most convinced of the tops.
He didn’t even try to dispute. Eric had already become an admirer, aware that his role would be to fawn over whoever possessed the alpha attributes of the pack. I sat down next to his and moved myself closer to his ear, whispering the next question: “Is it okay if we just watch, baby? “I am tired.” “I… am… tired too,” he answered, visibly bothered that I had interrupted his concentration.
Eric did not even look at me. Laying his eyes on Leo’s huge monster, his jaw dropped open in utter amazement. He was so transfixed by its size and grandeur that he couldn’t find the words to express what he was feeling. His eyes widened with a mixture of fear and awe as he took in every detail of that massive manhood.
We were all fascinated. But Eric… Eric was hypnotized. Despite the envy that gripped him, my boyfriend couldn’t tear his gaze away from the superior cock. It was as though he was under a spell, held captive by its sheer magnitude.
Leo was palming Hamid’s head and violently pumping his cock in and out of the Persian mouth. Panting, with his eyes full of tears and his mouth full of saliva, I had never seen Hamid so happy. Leo’s dick was indeed a magnet for bottoms. Judging by Eric’s reaction, it also had a power over tops. Leo was the one who broke the silence.
“Hey, buddies, don’t feel intimidated by me. Come closer to it. You can share it,” he said, grabbing his massive uncut member with both hands. His voice resonated with a captivating depth, commanding attention. It possessed a timbre that draw us all in.
When I looked at Eric, I could tell he was scared, but he was also really excited. For us all, that night would forever serve as a humbling reminder that arrogance, no matter how convincing, can never withstand the force of reality.
ERIC
I’m Eric, a 28-years old man from Dallas, Texas. On the Internet I was known as Top Wrestler, an account I created to exercise my dominant side. But that is a secret only my boyfriend, Aaron, and I knew. Some people refer to me as that “tall white stud” or “the champion from Dallas”, as I’ve won many wrestling matches in Texas.
As a handsome tall sportsman, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of confidence radiating from my thoughts. I always knew that I am one of the best, and I never was afraid to show it. To make things even better, money was also never a problem, since my family made lots of money working for big techs. At 18 I was already living alone in a nice house in Dallas. From my towering height to my bank account, everything about me exuded an air of confidence. Well, except for one single thing that makes me feel common.
Because of sports, I always went to locker rooms and I was used to being naked along other guys. Before discovering myself made for the wrestling, I competed for the university football team. So, being nude around tons of other guys was never a problem for me. I liked seeing their butts, but of course I had to hide that I liked fucking men.
My best friend was Landon, who played in the same team as a wide receiver. Growing up, we lived close by, both of us coming from well-to-do families. We did all the things bros do, jerking off together, even sharing girls, all the things you can expect from two good looking jocks to do. We kind of feed off each other and many considered us cocky.
When we turned 19 years old, Landon moved to Edinburgh. His mother was British, and the family relocated to the UK, where his brother, Joshua, 5 years older than us, already lived. I had only been around Joshua when Landon and I were younger. But I would never forget the day I was reunited with him.
I went to Landon’s house to say goodbye. The door was ajar, and since I knew Landon was there and I was a familiar face, I went inside. As I walked into Landon’s room, I was caught off by the sight before me. There, laying naked on Landon’s bed and jerking off alone, was Joshua -my best friend’s older brother. He still looked skinny, with noticeable abs and rugged looks. I tried to act cool, but I could feel myself blushing at the sight of him. Not of him exactly, but of his huge and thick cock. It was gigantic and looked even bigger because of his skinny frame. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen.
I was in shock and became like that for some seconds, having an instantaneous hard-on. He jerked off that gigantic shaft with both hands!!! Involuntarily I sighed, which was enough for him to open his eyes and notice my presence. “What the fuck, bro,” he said, jumping out of bed and coming towards me. He didn’t even try to cover himself. He was shorter than both me and Landon and way skinnier than I remembered. He didn’t have as many muscles and he had a small, flat ass. It felt like half of his weight came from that massive cock.
However, there was something about his confidence and the way he carried himself that drew me in. I could not take my eyes off his cock, and of course he noticed.
“You are Eric, Landon’s friend, right? Fuck, man, you interrupted me, I was so close…”
“Yeah, I am Eric. I am really sorry, Joshua, I… I didn’t expect to see you here. ”
“Now you’re going to have to help me finish what I had started,” he told me. “I know by your face, you enjoyed seeing it. Is it because it’s big, Eric?”
I did not dare to answer, but I could not resist the thrill of the moment. Was it just a passing attraction? I couldn’t say for sure. But I got near him and touched his impressive manhood.
“What the fuck, I was joking. I never thought you were a faggot.” He cursed me but he didn’t move away. On the contrary, he held my hands, so that he himself could dictate the rhythm with which I would masturbate him.
Although very impressed, I jerked him off as if I were fulfilling a moral duty. At the beginning he was just moaning, but gradually he became more and more verbal. I remember a few of the things he told me. However, the most remarkable was: “Look how pathetic you look, a jock serving a big cock. Admit it to me boy, do you lack size? I bet you have a skinny little dick.”
I was trying to resist, but he pushed me more and more. My dick had just cummed inside my underwear and I didn’t even have to use my hands. I moaned and confessed to him I had cummed. He grabbed my head and pushed it close to his own cock. I can’t even count how many jets of cum I took in the face. Hair, nostril, left eye and especially my mouth were soaked with it. My face became all painted.
He pointed his index finger at me and gave me an order: “You’ll go a day without washing your face, to remember your first monster cock. Now, get away from my face.” I could have punched him in the face and settle things straight right there. I was much stronger than him. But I just ran away home and locked myself in my bedroom. It was humiliating to have to go about one day with someone’s else jizz in my hair, but at the same time, I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Because of this I never got the chance to say goodbye to Landon. And we both ended up leaving the football team.
The fateful encounter with Joshua made me obsessed with size. I had everything to impress: money, good looks, success, muscles. Everything but a big, thick cock. My mind started to navigate around the idea of cock size differences. However, there was a peculiarity. For me, there was no thrill seeing small cocks being compared to big ones. Dicklets versus monster cocks was just obvious. It was all about massive cocks dwarfing average ones, making them feel small in comparison. Like what I felt around Joshua.
In real life, I became even more of a Dom Top, fucking lots of guys I knew. I had no problem attracting the attention of men. Deep down I knew I would love to have myself a huge cock and be the ultimate big-dicked Alpha. However, I never came across a big cock like Joshua’s monster again, so it became just something I fantasized about sometimes, especially under the Top Wrestler account.
But reality has its ways of surprising us. And, yes, I am talking about that night where my boyfriend, Aaron, organized an orgy where, in my mind, I was supposed to fuck three bottoms. But one of them was Leo and he was also a top. Searching anonymously for “big cocks” videos and Twitter accounts in the Internet, I had seen my fair share of big cocks, but nothing could have prepared me for the moment when I first laid eyes on Leo’s. A dangerous combination of length and girth. Brown. Uncut. It took me back to that moment in Landon’s room, but with a twist. Leo’s cock was even bigger than Joshua’s. It was a true marvel of nature, the apex of masculinity. I felt thrilled again. Scared. But alive.
“Come here, touch it.” That was his invitation. The dynamic had already changed. We four could be two tops and two bottoms, each couple in their own. But Leo had managed to change the rules of the game, and by then the scene had shifted to one where he was in charge.
Hamid was caressing his cock around the glans area, playing with his foreskin, while my boyfriend was grabbing the middle section. It had become a trio and I was all by myself. So, by guiding my hand for the area around the base of his behemoth dick, Leo was trying to make me feel incorporated. “You are going to enjoy it,” he said confidently in his deep voice. This made me feel the most insecure I had ever felt in my life. But it was also like a dream coming true.
He let my hand near his cock, then crossed his arms behind his neck. I approached it with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. My heart was beating faster and faster. With part of me still thinking I was doing something wrong, I finally touched it, just below my boyfriend’s hand. I gulped. His thickness seemed almost unnatural: it was impossible to wrap around its girth. My fingers stretched out as far as they could go.
His cock was even more massive and imposing up close. I could feel its weight and power in my palm and fingers. “Joshua… You have to see Leo…”, I let out a soft moan as I continued to caress it, feeling a surge of electricity run through my body. It was as if I were touching something that only a few were allowed to experience.
And then I focused on his balls. They were no ordinary balls. Big and perfect in every way, with an intoxicating smell of musk. I reached out to his nutsack, feeling the weight of those lemon-sized balls in my hand. It was a strange feeling. I only imagined myself having a horse dick, I never cared about balls. But seeing Leo’s bull balls complementing nicely his oversized fat shaft, it made sense to me. That was another thing that worked in Leo’s favor. While, as far as I remembered, Joshua had normal sized balls, Leo’s testicles belonged to the crazy XXL category.
Leo looked directly at me: “How are you feeling?”. “I’m good,” I replied. Probably looking scared. He let go of the other two and pressed his body against mine and kissed me, his weight pushing me into the wall behind us. Our breaths mashed together, his fingers scratched ferociously down my back, until climax hit in a flesh of heat and release, leaving behind only panting breaths.
I had never felt so dominated in a kiss. Fuck. Feeling his huge cock pressed against my body, I tried to put on a brave face but inside I was freaking out. How was I supposed to compete with that? He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me really close to his torso. “Buddy, I liked you,” he whispered to my ears. Nobody else listened to it. “Don’t try to compete with me. Be with your boyfriend.”
My boyfriend, Aaron, looked around the room enviously as Leo lifted Hamid effortlessly onto his massive shoulders, exposing the Persian man’s perfect ass for all to see. The Colombian stud, five years younger than me, carried Hamid away to my own bedroom. I felt similarly left out, watching as Leo and Hamid disappeared behind the closed doors.
For a moment, Aaron and I simply stared at each other, unsure what to do next. “I guess this means we’re not invited.” I tilted my face towards Aaron’s, closing my eyes as our lips almost touched, waiting for the right time to make contact. However, instead of feeling excitement, I felt doubt and uncertainty. As much as I wanted to enjoy Aaron’s company, deep down I knew something was missing: Leo. Or Hamid. Or both. I realized Aaron also felt a similar lack of desire for our kiss. Feelings of frustration mixed with confusion as Aaron pulled away from me, knowing that the encounter was forced, unnatural.
For our luck, the walls on the house were thin and flimsy, creating an intimate connection between rooms despite the lack of shared space. Therefore, we began to listen to Leo and Hamid’s rough sex. Each groan, gasp and cry of ecstasy echoed through the partitions, amplifying the pleasure Hamid and Leo were having. I could visualize every moment, each stroke of flesh against flesh, the spanking, the amount of times Hamid shouted “It’s so big, it’s so big,” stating the obvious repeatedly, as if he had to voice it in order to believe it was true. The sex seemed endless. Me and Aaron became like jerk-off buddies, in the sofa. I jerked-off and cummed three times, as did Aaron. Eventually, after almost half an hour, their noise dwindled to soft moans and whispers, and they went to take a shower. Finally there was a silence.
Exhausted, I hugged Aaron. We were both going to sleep at the sofa. Before sleeping, Aaron confessed everything to me. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. He told me about the oral sex in the car, about Thomas, about what he intended to do this night. I listened to it intently, feeling more and more uneasy as each word dropped. The mere sound of Leo’s name triggered memories. Those muscles, that face. Oh, right, that cock. Despite my dismay, I could not deny a strange sense of relief.
Aaron finally confessed: “I thought Leo might be just what you needed.”
“I understand. I was treating you like shit. Lesson learned. Thank you. Thank you for being honest with me.”
If it were not for that, I wouldn’t have met Leo. Part of me was glad that Aaron was ignored by Leo too. “I forgive you,” I told him, before drifting off to sleep.
I woke up at seven to a message from Aaron, saying that both he and Hamid had already left for work. Leo had been sleeping in my room. I collected some clothes that I had put do dry the day before, and I made breakfast for the two of us. As he wouldn’t wake up, even if I was being noisy, I decided to take a tray with food for him.
Despite the sun being above the horizon, Leo slept soundly, sprawled across the entire bed. My bed. Underneath the thin sheet, laid his impressive physique. The sheets covered his skin, but they could not hide the contours of his god-like physique. A masterpiece of masculine beauty. Even in slumber, his muscles seemed to ripple beneath. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, a mesmerizing dance of breath, further accentuating his super-heroic form. The massive meat dangling heavily off his pelvis caused me to lose my train of thought again. It was resting on his left thigh stretching way far beyond what is considered average. A freaking monster!
I didn’t want to be there staring like a crazy person, so, with a gentle nudge, I tried to rouse my guest from his peaceful repose. As I tapped his broad shoulders, his eyes fluttered open. With a yawn and a stretch, he slowly emerged. “Good morning, bro. I think I overslept. Is Hamid gone?”
I confirmed and showed him the breakfast I had made. He thanked me, I set down the food and watched as Leo devoured it hungrily. Bringing Leo breakfast in bed seemed like a kind gesture, but a part of me wondered if it was a way of being subservient, a characteristic I never possessed.
A silence hung in the air, and it felt awkward, as if there were unspoken words between us. I had so many things I wanted to ask him. Gathering some courage, I took a deep breath and finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “Uh, sorry,” I began nervously. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, Leo, but does having such a large cock ever cause problems?”.
Leo chuckled softly, turning to face Eric directly. “Not at all,” he replied smoothly, leaving the cup of coffee on the bedside table. “In fact, it tends to be quite the opposite.” With that, Leo grinned playful, leaving me both aroused and curious about his stories. “Well, sometimes it is inconvenient.”
I raised my eyebrows, eagerly awaiting examples. Leo continued, “Like trying to find clothes that actually fit below the belt. Depending on the occasion, it’s not appropriate to have your dick so visible inside your shorts.”
I nodded sympathetically, showing curiosity. I could feel my dick starting to stiffen. “Speaking of that…” Leo added. “I need to borrow clothes from you to train. I have to be in Thomas’ gym in about an hour. Lend me the shorts you are wearing, and I can show you what I am talking about.”
“Really? These?”
“Yes. So, you get to see firsthand what it’s like when I wear them.”
I agreed hesitantly, but I didn’t want to let Leo know how uncomfortable I felt. I appeared nervous, with erratic movements, my eyes kept flicking back and forth between Leo’s face and my own crotch area. With a strange urge to please him, I stood up, took it all off and lent him the shorts. Leo didn’t say a word. Like he didn’t care by my nudity. I tried to hide myself behind the nearby wardrobe’s door, hoping to find quickly another shorts and cover my modest equipment.
But Leo pulled the sheets off of him, and walked towards me, my shorts in his right hand. I was finally seeing him naked again. Like magic, a hypnosis process restarted in me. His cock was on a whole other scale of size. It dangled and swayed, creating a sense of movement that contrasted with its solid weight. He got near me, and put his cock next to me, rubbing his against mine.
Every touch of his cock against my own skin felt like a crushing blow. I was dwarfed in comparison, it almost felt like we belonged in different universes. He rubbed it with a deliberate slowness, making sure to fully emphasize its size and power over me. I started to have a hard-on and I panicked, running away to get dressed. Leo laughed. “Bro, you are so into that stuff.” Awkwardly, I quickly pulled on the first pair of shorts I could find, and he also dressed in the shorts I was wearing before.
How I wished I had his “big dick problem.” My shorts fitted him perfectly. And it wasn’t because they were comfy or anything like that. No, it was because it showed a very visible dick line, giving protruding contours to the front of the piece of cloth. He would flaunt his big, juicy cock while working out at the gym, showing everyone who’s boss.
“Do I look good?” He looked exactly how I wanted to look. All of sudden, Leo stood still, walking closer, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Dude, seriously now, don’t worry.” He put on a warm smile. “Keep doing your own thing. You still have all those wrestling skills others can’t match I have to go now, but we can talk about things later. You seem cooler than how Aaron described you.” Hearing his words, I relaxed, almost sheepishly.
I could only nod, feeling grateful, but unable to find word. It was like meeting the man I wanted to be. I was almost starstruck, overwhelmed by the sheer size of his cock and true alpha personality. He had the cock and the attitude I had envisioned for my alias, the Top Wrestler. On a second thought, maybe even bigger. Joshua used to be my benchmark, but Leo outsized him.
Seeing my own shorts enveloped Leo’s body, I could not happen but feel a tinge of excitement bubbling up inside of me. I had been toying with this idea for a while now, but I never found the right man and I did not know if it was appropriate to bring it up to Leo.
But after hearing his words and with the atmosphere that made me see Leo as a buddy, not as a rival, I felt emboldened. “Leo…” I began hesitantly. “I have an idea. It’s kind of silly, but I can’t help but feel like it would work.”
Leo looked intrigued. “What’s that, bro?”
I took a deep breath before plunging forward. “Aaron told me everything. About the blowjob in the car, his plans. But I must tell you they backfired. I felt something between us. A synergy. Like we could be good friends. And… business partners.”
Judging by his expressions, I had picked up his curiosity. “Go on,” he said.
“You know about my Twitter account. I make money from it. Top Wrestler. It is about my body, the way I like to be seen. My followers are always asking for a dick pic. And it is part of the Top Wrestler persona that he has a huge cock. I told them is almost 10 inches. I just can’t help but think how amazing it would be if I could post a picture of your own cock on there.”
Leo’s expression turned to one of uncertainty. “I don’t know, Eric. It feels a bit… personal, doesn’t it?”
But I could not contain my enthusiasm. “Leo. I am always using a mask there. Nobody will ever know it is you or me. It is a character. Your cock is massive, it is gonna break the Internet. It would be an honor for both of us.”
I saw Leo considering it for a moment. As if he was weighing the pros and cons. I could see the doubt in his eyes, but I wasn’t prepared to give up just yet. “Please, Leo,” I pleaded once more. “I know the quantity of followers will increase. I’ll make sure to give you all the profits. I don’t need the money. I do it because I enjoy the popularity.”
Leo looked serious this time. “What if we made it even more interesting?” he finally replied.
“How?” His question gave me a light of hope.
“Why don’t we take a picture of your cock next to mine? That way your fans can be compensated of years of being lied to.”
“I… I don’t know, man. Let’s put just yours first.”
“Well, imagine when we upload a pic of us both hard, stating the length and girth? We can even calculate live how much bigger I am and put the results as the caption of a pic.”
He may had noticed my nervousness because he put an arm around my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, Eric. We will be a team. We will be in this together,” he said, smiling at me.
When Eric stood up to head to the gym, I plucked up the courage to ask him something that I could not stop thinking about:
“IF… And it is a big if, if I agree on doing the video, I have some boundaries. For starters, I am a top. I will never bottom.”
“Of course, man,” he replied. “I could use a fellow top as my buddy.” I smiled big before he continued. “Good to know you’re getting used to the idea. Besides…it is just for us to have fun together, both of us naked, masked, commenting on each other. Two tops. Buddies. No sex.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. We shook hands, he thanked me for the clothes and the breakfast, and left the house, heading to the gym. I was left there with my thoughts. I was supposed to train for a wrestling match, but I decided to take that day off.
My head was full of new thoughts. I knew if I accepted the proposal, I would have to confront my deepest fears and it terrified me. But at the same time part of me was drawn to the idea. Horny, I started to jerk off. Then, completely driven by lust, sweat forming on my forehead, I picked up my phone to start a message thread with Leo: “I told some followers I’m almost 10 inches. Are you close to that?”
Thirty minutes later, he sent me an audio. He was already in the gym, as I could hear some sounds in the background: “I’m gonna buy myself a mask similar to yours. We are going to record a video, ending the Top Wrestler reputation. I will think about an alias for myself. We are going to expose the Wrestler’s real size and submit him to humiliating cock size comparison scenarios. We both are going to be masked, so think of him not as you, but as your alter ego. Meanwhile, go teasing your followers. Bro, it is going to be awesome. By the way, mine is bigger than 10.”
I listened to the audio three times before jerking off to his words. When I finished cleaning, I logged in the Top Wrestler account and posted it: “Hey bitches, next week, my first scene in a duo. 20% discount for new subscribers.” In less than ten minutes, the post had been liked more than 1000 times. Despite being excited, I still had no idea the video would be so hardcore, becoming the Top Wrestler’s most viewed content of all time. I was excited about the thought. I still had no idea it had been just a teasing, just the beginning. Little did I know, that planned encounter would shatter my illusions, unveiling a truth I could no longer deny: for Leo, I was becoming a sub.