A gay story: Becoming the Man of the House Ch. 06 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
LEO
The wind whipped through my hair as I gripped the handlebars of my new motorbike to go to the gym on a Sunday. It was the day that The Viking’s Temple remained closed and I trained all by myself. Sundays were my special days, the days I looked forward the most, as they offered a unique opportunity for a solo workout, shirtless, my kingdom for the day.
The absence of the usual gymgoers gave me a sense of freedom. I cranked up my playlist, a blend of Latin trap and hip hop. On Sundays the mirrors were my audience. The long rows of mirrors lining the gym’s walls would bear witness to my strength and sculpted body, reflecting my muscular form from multiple angles. I know it sound narcissistic, but I couldn’t help but admire myself as I flexed, watching the sinews of my arms ripple with every movement. The ego boost was undeniable.
It had been three months since that incident during the camping trip, the incident that had prompted Thomas, my uncle and coach, to ask for some time alone. That one moment, that brutal cuckold scene in which I fucked his longtime boyfriend, had shattered the harmony we had built. The camping trip had been intended as a break, it was meant to be a time of camaraderie, of strengthening the bonds that held us together. And yet, the unexpected twist had thrown everything into disarray. I had crossed a line, a line I didn’t even realize was there, and it had cost me the trust and closeness I had cherished with Thomas.
His departure from the campsite had been swift, his motorbike roaring to life as he left without a word. He needed space, he had said, to think and reflect on what had transpired. And as he sped away, his message to me was clear – he needed time, three months to be exact, to sort through his feelings and find a way to navigate the tangled emotions that had taken hold.
I had no way of knowing where Thomas had gone, where he had found solace during these months. His message had been cryptic, stating “everything would be good between us.” But those words held a weight that lingered, a silent acknowledgment of the rift that had formed. I missed him. How I wish he hadn’t insisted on competing with me. It would also help if my hormones weren’t raging whenever I saw his muscular ass.
He had left me in charge of The Viking’s Temple. I had always been a fast learner, both in business and in the gym. My business degree had come in handy when I took charge of the Temple. Aware of my potential, I had managed to secure multiple sponsorships for the gym during my step-uncle’s absence. Through social media, I found an uncanny knack for marketing and promotion, turning the gym into a bustling hub of activity.
As I was about to leave the gym, the memories of Thomas’ training sessions played like a montage in my mind. Little did I know that that particular day would mark a significant turning point in my journey. I heard the familiar jingle of keys at the front door. Could it be Thomas? Startled, I glanced towards the entrance, my heart pounding with surprise and anticipation. It was him. It was Thomas.
He stepped into the gym, looking even more rugged and masculine than I remembered. The red lumberjack shirt stretched over his broad chest, and his faded blue jeans clung to his powerful thighs. Even his beard seemed more impressive.
His face broke into a broad, warm smile as he dropped his bag on the floor. Without hesitation, he rushed towards me. I kept holding the barbell, my heart pounding with a mix of joy and relief.
“Leo!” Thomas exclaimed, his deep, resonant voice filled with happiness. “I’ve missed you, buddy.” With a grin, I set the barbell down and, in one fluid motion, lifted Thomas off the ground, enveloping him a bear-hug. He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders, and, for a moment, we held each other tight, the familiar scent of Thomas’ body creating an atmosphere of reconciliation.
I finally set him down, and we both stood, catching our breath and holding each other at arm’s length. “I missed you too, Thomas,” I admitted. He nodded, his eyes locked onto me. “I’m sorry I was away for so long. It took me a while to figure some things out, but I’m back now.”
“That’s all that matters. The Viking’s Temple isn’t the same without you.”
Thomas chuckled. “Well, it looks like you’ve done a pretty good job of keeping it in top shape.”
And he still had no idea how much profit the gym had made last month. But Thomas continued. “Speaking of top shape… Your muscles have grown even more since I left. You’ve really been pushing yourself, haven’t you?”
My chest swelled with pride as Thomas’ hand reached out and lightly touched my chiseled pecs. “Yeah,” I replied. “I’ve been working hard.” Hard. His words and presence were making me hard elsewhere. I could feel the blood flow.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Thomas decided to make a point. He quickly removed his red lumberjack shirt, revealing a body that represented to me the apex of masculinity. Fuck.
“Take a look,” Thomas said, gesturing to his own chest. “You’ve grown so much that you’re my equal now.” I felt a sense of accomplishment. I looked from my own reflection in the gym’s mirror to Thomas’s powerful physique. It was true. I had indeed reached a point where I could stand shoulder to shoulder with the strongest man I had ever met.
Of course the mirror didn’t lie either, and the bulge in my shorts was much larger than the bulge in Thomas’s pants. The perks of having a massive cock. This difference had been the cause of our rivalry and I didn’t want to start it again. Not at that moment.
My keen eye caught the presence of two new tattoos on Thomas’s body and I mentioned them to get that size difference out of my thoughts. “I see you’ve added a couple of new ink,” I said, pointing to the tattoos. He looked down at his own skin, one hand resting on the skull tattoo that adorned his shoulder and then on the barbell tattoo on his forearm. “New beginnings, new chapters,” he admitted.
When he finally caught a deep breath, I understood he was going to address the hurt and tension than had come between them. He began to speak, his voice carrying a mix of resolution and vulnerability. “Leo, when I saw you fucking Hassan in front of me, I felt a rush of emotions I couldn’t control. I was angry, hurt, and confused. It was like a punch to the gut and I didn’t know how to handle it.” I listened attentively, knowing it was an important moment for us.
Thomas continued. “I decided to go on a road trip around Louisiana and then Florida to clear my head. I fucked lots of men, dozens of Latino men like you. If they were Colombian it was a plus. I wanted revenge. But it only made me realize that I was trying to fill a void that couldn’t be filled that way.”
I nodded, trying to understand the depth of his struggle: “Hey man, I’m sorry, I was just being myself. I did not want to leave you like this. Like you, I enjoy being dominant.”
Thomas offered a forgiving smile. “I know Leo. I replayed that scene in my head a few times and I know today that it could have happened differently. I could have beaten you when we fought.” I found the choice of words curious. Thomas was fooling himself. His boyfriend liked big dicks and, sooner or later, I was going to fuck him. But it was not yet the time to reignite that controversy.
He continued. “I want us to move forward, to rebuild our relationship on equal ground. Let’s treat each other as equals.”
With those words, we shared a heartfelt hug that was supposed to mend our relationship. It seemed everything was okay again. But then Thomas cleared his throat. “One more thing… About that bet I lost…. I was hoping you might reconsider it. I really don’t feel comfortable with the idea of wearing only jockstraps in the house. Panties, out of question.” His voice was very deep and seeing him talking like that was hot.
My eyes twinkled as I revealed the twist in the tale. “Thomas, there is something you should know. Hassan and Hamid, well, they decided to take matters into their own hands.”
Thomas raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What did they do?”
I had no idea how he would react, but I explained. “They renovated their and your entire underwear collection. I mean literally. They got rid of everything and replaced it with jockstraps. And they added a pair of black lacy French panties for you.”
“Fuck.” He seemed much less angry than I assumed he would be. “Well, that’s one way to make sure I stick to the bet, I suppose. I bought new ones during my trip, but I will honor the bet then. I will be a man of my word. Jockstraps only. You can forget the panties.”
My laughter filled the room: “Deal!”. The thought of seeing him around wearing jockstraps made me horny. I continued. “And there is one more thing. I’ve moved to the biggest bedroom, which, as you may remember, belonged to you.”
“I guess it is only fair considering the circumstances,” he replied. I realized he was eager to head home after our reunion. But I had a surprise in store. “Before we leave,” I suggested. “Why don’t you come to the locker room with me?”
Thomas raised an eyebrow, curious. “Sure, but why the locker room?”
“You’ll see.” As we entered the men’s locker room, Thomas eyes widened in surprise. A portion of the showers had been transformed into communal showers, with open spaces. Thomas looked around and then turned to me, intrigued. “What’s all this, Leo?”
“I thought it would be a fun addition to the gym. You said yourself about your new tattoos. Changes. New beginnings.” He smiled broadly. “I will take a shower. Do you wanna continue the conversation here?”
Thomas hesitated. “I don’t know, Leo, I want to get home.” His words betrayed his expressions. He began babbling some stuff, but I went to hug him and said I would meet him at home.
“One final thing before you go,” I said. “I enjoyed the talk of treating each other as equals. No more rivalry between us,” I lied. “Just two dominant tops sharing a house. We are equals now, just like you said. Equals.” I don’t know if he caught the intentional irony, but I emphasized the word “equals”, glancing at him while I was in the process of taking my shorts and underwear off. Thomas was taken aback. My cock hung massive, soft. The word “equals” seemed almost comical at that moment. Where there is hierarchy there is no equality.
He watched it with a mixture of admiration and a touch of disbelief. I supposed he had always known that I was well on his way to becoming his equal I terms of physical strength, but the sight of my superior Alpha cock was a stark reminder of the disparity between us.
The sound of running water filled the space, and it was a clear that this was more than just a place to wash away the sweat and grime of a workout. Thomas was frozen and I enjoyed playing the exhibitionist. I couldn’t help but notice that Thomas’s gaze frequently wandered towards my colossal member. I observed Thomas’s longing glances while I soaped the shaft. The water continued to flow, the silence heavy with unspoken actions, until finally Thomas left the room. Maybe the intensity became too much to bear. Fifteen minutes later, I cummed thinking about his firm butt.
THOMAS
In the weeks I had spent travelling across Florida, I had tried to forget the turmoil that had erupted between me, Leo and my boyfriend after that fateful day. I hated the thought Leo and Hassan had turned me into a cuck, bonded, humiliated. So I craved a personal journey, one that took me inside the ass of many different Latino men. I imagined each encounter as an attempt to overcome Leo and so I fucked them brutally.
Those encounters were a means of gaining back some control over my life. After an orgy in which I fucked two men from Puerto Rico, I proved to myself that I could be the apex, too. What had happened during the camp was a deviation from the norm, something fortuitous and unique, which, due to bad luck, placed me in a soon-to-be-forgot situation. It was the moment I decided to go back to Dallas.
Yet, when I reencountered Leo, the old feelings resurfaced. He remained an indomitable presence. There was an irresistible combination of muscles, charisma, and an aura of authority that Leo possessed. In fact, I hate to admit, he reminded me of myself when I was his age.
Alone, I returned to my house, our house, an air of anticipation surrounding me after the emotional day I had spent with Leo. The moment I entered the house I noticed something different. The smaller bedroom, the one that had been Leo’s, had been meticulously prepared, waiting for my comeback. In the closet, I discovered a surprising collection of jockstraps and a pair of black panties, neatly arranged in rows. Leo’s prank. I picked one of the jockstraps, running the smooth fabric through my fingers. It seemed comfortable enough.
But it was when I noticed the small note tucked into the drawer alongside the white jockstrap that my curiosity peaked. I unfolded it and read the message that Leo had written: “Welcome to your new room, Thomas. Enjoy your new collection and have fun. P.S.: Save the white jockstrap for a special occasion.”
I decided to try one of the black jockstraps. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exposure I hadn’t experienced before. The straps snugly held my hips, leaving my butt exposed, and the front pouch was small, tightening my dick. Walking over to the mirror in the room, I took a deep breath and looked at my reflection.
What I saw surprised me. I didn’t recognize the man staring back at myself, the one in the jockstrap. The sight made me feel somewhat vulnerable and exposed, as if I were unveiling a part of myself that was supposed to be kept hidden. It was somewhat vulgar. However, I could not deny I was in top shape. My hard-earned physique was on full display and it as a testament to the dedication I had put into my own work. The jockstrap accentuated my strong legs and firm rear. And let’s be honest here: who doesn’t enjoy a top with a great butt moving back and forth?
I wasn’t prepared nor did I want Leo to see me like that. This would confirm that I was complying with the terms of the bet. For some reason, I wanted to postpone doing this. But I am a man and men do not break promises. I took a long shower, locked the bedroom door, and slept, exhausted from the trip and the emotions.
The next day, I woke up to Leo’s noise in the kitchen. True to the terms of our bet, I was dressed only in a jockstrap. Leo smiled a lot when he saw me owning it. “You look incredible in that jockstrap, Thomas,” he said. And then “good morning.”
“Morning. Well, I did lose the bet, didn’t I?”
Leo chuckled. “That you did.” He blatantly stared at my ass every second, so I sat down to eat a pancake he had prepared. The conversation soon shifted to Leo’s life during my absence. I wanted to know the details of his routine and how he was fitting his duties and hobbies in his schedules. I owned the house, after all.
“I arrive at the gym at eight. Work and train every day, including on Sundays, as you saw.”
“Anything else I should know?”
Leo consented. “On Tuesdays I go to Jasmine’s house, the yoga instructor.”
I was intrigued. I forgot he also liked to fuck women and some category of jealousy was felt inside of me: “Is it work related?” I asked.
“Of course not,” he disdained. “I thought she was hot as hell and she responded to an advance. Tuesdays were the days her husband was away from home and she invited me. It ended up becoming a routine.”
“Are you guys dating?”
Leo laughed at the question. “It is just sex. Great sex though.” He became thoughtful. “On second thought… it has to do with work too. Since Jasmine’s husband found out about the cheating, he started investing money in the gym and analyzing some contracts for us. He is a very rich lawyer.”
“Wait…” I replied. “How can you be sure he is not tricking you?”
“Ah, Patrick is a quiet cuck. He enjoys watching me fuck his wife. Last Tuesday, he even begged to be fucked too. Before finishing the sentence, he had already cummed.” Leo seemed like a machine. He told these things in a very safe way, as if they were common and everyday things. I was very surprised. He continued. “Anyway, this week he is going to buy me a dinner to talk about business. You are invited. And then you draw your own conclusions about it.”
I became worried he was inclined more to the straight couples. “And the men? Have you not seen anyone? Not even Hamid?” I was afraid to ask about Hassan.
“On Thursdays is when the Persian brothers come over to the house. Hamid and Hassan also. We have a lot of fun.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of fun?”
Leo grinned mischievously, leaning in closer to me. “You’ll have to wait and see. But if it makes you uncomfortable you can stay away from the house on Thursdays.” He then changed his tone a little: “I am aware that this situation was what made you ran away. I don’t know if you still have feelings for Hassan, so that’s way I am warning you in advance.”
I didn’t know how to react. Leo seemed immature, not knowing the risk this meant. I thought about kicking him out of the house for his audacity, but I was paralyzed. He changed the subject: “And, don’t worry, if you want to have the house to yourself some entire day of the week, on Saturdays I go to Eric and Aaron’s house after the gym.”
“Are you friends with Eric now?” This was almost worse than thinking he was fucking my ex-boyfriend in my own house. I hated Eric.
“Nah, just business,” he said. “We record some videos for his OnlyFans account. Turns out there’s a lot of money to be made there.”
I was very intrigued by this but decided not to ask anything. It might seem that I was very interested in seeing these recordings, as indeed I was.
His sex life was very active, and I didn’t want to be left behind: “I fucked a lot of asses in Florida too.” Leo listened intently, asking me questions, and laughing. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say.
On Monday and Tuesday, as we continued to spend time together at The Viking’s Temple it was as if the past tension had melted away, replaced by a newfound sense of partnership. We trained side by side, lifting the exact same amount of weights, pushing our physical limits. The atmosphere was one of alliance and mutual support. It was clear our dynamic was more aligned, evolving into a true brotherhood.
The business and marketing acumen Leo had brought to the table, combined with my experience and knowledge seemed to create a synergy that breathed new life into The Viking’s Temple. But on Tuesday night things were about to change.
As Leo prepared himself to go out to Jasmine’s house, I was talking to a 28 years old man I met on Grindr. I was horny, needed to fuck some ass. But as soon as Leo left, I went to my computer and realized the search engine was open on Eric, Top Wrestler’s OnlyFans page.
I decided to subscribe for one month. Five minutes later, sitting in my new room I opened the link and began to explore the content. At first, I found videos of Leo and Eric engaging in competitions, dressed in masks, and showcasing their muscles in various creative ways. Eric was a character known as Top Wrestler, Leo a character known as The Crusher. I became hard as fuck.
However, as I delved deeper into the content, I stumbled upon more intense videos. In the latest upload, Leo ad Eric were engaged in a brutal comparison of their cocks with various objects. Leo, in every aspect, seemed to dominate. I felt a twinge of pity for Eric. The difference in their cock girth was particularly remarkable. Eric’s dick appeared so thin and so little in comparison to Leo’s humungous uncut manhood. The comments were also very harsh towards Eric. This left me with double satisfaction.
There was a scene where they meticulously measured their dicks. Leo was an incredible 10.6 inches, very thick. I pulled my own dick out and used an app on my phone to take my measurements. More than 7 inches, very thick. In almost any other scenario, I would be the top dog. My dick was much more impressive than that little thing Eric had between his legs.
But why then did I insist on comparing myself to Leo? Leo, the Alpha? Leo, the younger stallion? Leo, The Crusher? Leo, Leo, Leo. I repeated his name so many times while looking at the paused video of him holding his own dick with his two hands. I cummed A LOT. My night with the Grindr guy was over…
That was nothing compared to what was about to happen on Thursday. The arrival of that day had made me extremely restless, but I didn’t want to give in to anxiety. Thursdays. The days he fucked my ex boyfriend and his brother at me own home. So, when we arrived home from the gym, Leo asked me if I would be okay. I replied yes, but that I wouldn’t leave the house. He was more excited than usual, a certain youthful charm. I told him I would watch a movie in my room, with headphones on. An hour and a half later, I heard the doorbell ringing. My body even shook a little.
After some minutes, I abandoned the movie: my curiosity got the best of me and I couldn’t resist the temptation to sneak a peek through the keyhole. There was a generous view of the room.
The scene was nothing short of a spectacle. The living room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the plush sofa. Leo sat confidently on the sofa, his legs spread wide apart, exposing his massive cock to the two Persian brothers. Seeing his big cock hard in person took my anxieties to new levels. His subs, both in jockstraps, the same I was wearing, knelt before him, their mouth wrapped around his thick shaft.
Hamid and Hassan were treating him like royalty. They worshipped Leo’s big size and girth in an almost theatrical fashion. Leo, with a playful but indulgent smile, seemed to be reveling in the attention. He accepted their offerings and praises with a regal air, nodding nonchalantly as if he was accustomed to such adoration. It became clear Leo loved seeing the Persian brothers kissing. It was a barrier they had broken by his orders.
The whole scene was drenched in exaggeration, starting with the absurd size of the Colombian man’s cock. It was as if Hamid and Hassan had elevated Leo to a mythical status, and they were devoted followers of a legendary leader. They even called him Master.
At this point I was already jerking off, imagining myself in Leo’s place. Then, a sudden realization washed over me. Leo, who had been seated on the couch amidst the oral devotion of the Persian Bros, turned his gaze toward the keyhole. There, my eyes met his. I can’t tell if he noticed it, but Leo’s sly smile revealed that he was fully aware of my illegal spying.
The Alpha top man made a playful gesture towards Hassan. “Hey, bitch, why don’t you say it out loud what you told me about Thomas after I first fucked you?”
Very submissive, Hassan just nodded, muttering a few things as he licked the huge length of Leo’s pole. “Sure. Your cock is so much superior than my ex’s dick, Sir. Meatier. Bigger. Huge. Massive. And your balls. Oh, your big bull balls. Oh, I love that you are the biggest, Sir. You also fuck much better. Please, fuck me again, Sir.” With a wink, Leo indicated that he knew he was being watched. I had to release my hand from my cock to control myself.
The brothers positioned themselves on their knees with their hands on the sofa back. On jockstraps, they displayed a remarkable anatomy. Their bodies formed a seamless, fluid arch. Without hesitation, Leo grabbed hold of Hassan’s hips and slowly inserted his cock inside his hole. Leo started out slow and gentle, but Hassan screamed as if he was being tortured. “Don’t stop,” he insisted. Leo’s movements were forceful yet precise, driving deep into Hassam’s hole. My ex-boyfriend let out a guttural moan, his fingers digging into the cushions beneath him.
When Hassam’s hole was already more open and relaxed, Leo did the same with Hamid. As Leo pounded away at Hassan and Hamid, he reveled in the power he held over them. Each thrust brought forth another cry of ecstasy from his partners, fueling his own arousal even more. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he fought to maintain control, but ultimately gave in to his primal urges. Leo’s hands moved swiftly, landing sharp slaps on both men’s ass cheeks as he continued to dominantly penetrate them. The stinging sensation sent waves of pleasure through their bodies, heightening their already intense experience. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room as Leo punctuated every slap with a deep grunt.
Each blow ignited new sparks of desire within them, causing their bodies to writhe and squirm beneath Leo’s masterful touch. Hassan and Hamid clung to each other, their bodies pressed close as Leo ravaged them mercilessly. Every moment seemed to build upon the last. Hamid was the first to cum, without even touching his cock.
It was a delight seeing Leo from behind, his muscular glutes ravaging their holes. But his monster cock was the true star of the show and when he sat on the sofa again and Hassan started to bounce on his lap, I had a clear vision of his cock pulsating. It looked thicker than ever! Leo held Hassan’s thighs and lifted him with force, controlling the Persian’s movement towards his cock. It was as if he was using Hassan’s entire body as an object. How strong he was! He seemed to remind us all of what size really means. When he lifted Hassan’s body into the air for a few moments, it was possible to see the size of the anal dilation. What a huge hole had been dug! The outcome was becoming obvious: Leo shoved his big cock back into Hassan’s ass, the Persian stud came.
The brothers begged Leo to cum inside one of their asses, in a dispute that sounded a bit desperate. But, perhaps wanting me to see the cum dripping from his dick, he grabbed both of his subs by the neck and rubbed his dick between their lips, until his huge balls emptied and a waterfall of cum flowed out. When I saw Leo cumming, I came along, as a form of belonging. It had been a while since a handjob felt so good.
The brothers fought over each jet, but there were so many that they managed to satisfy both of their thirsts sufficiently. Hassan collapsed beside Leo, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Hamid rolled over to face him, a look of pure bliss etched on his features. We all had our gaze fixed on Leo as though hypnotized by his raw masculinity.
For a few moments, the trio simply basked in the afterglow of their explosive encounter before slowly coming back to reality. Sitting on the sofa, nude, Leo’s cock hung off the edge, passing it. What a monster! He then shoved his thick manmeat back in his shorts and told the subs to leave.
Ten minutes later, he knocked on my bedroom door. I had gone back to watching some movie, with headphones, pretending I hadn’t seen anything. Leo smelled like sex. He lay down next to me and looked like he was in that post-coital bliss. He told me that he had already dismissed the Persian brothers and that I could leave the room if I wanted. He again complimented me on my jockstrap and asked me if I had ever thought of wearing the white one.
His huge cock was bouncing around inside his red shorts and I could no longer hide my desire. I thought Florida had changed my perception, but I was tempted again. I made up a date with that 28-year-old guy from Grindr, put on some clothes and went to The Viking’s Temple, where I decided to sleep (in my office).
That same night I visited the Top Wrestler’s OnlyFans webpage and jerked off about four times to some of Leo’s videos. I imagined me and him topping Eric, like best buddies.
On Friday, we continued our training regimen at the Viking’s Temple. I slept there and I could not tell if Leo noticed it, but he was happy to see me at eight, when he arrived there. “I missed you this morning. I hope you had a great sex night,” he chuckled. I had changed to some sportswear I always had on the gym. Amidst the clattering of weights and the sounds of exertion, Leo suddenly spoke up. “Hey, Thomas, don’t forget about the dinner with Patrick.”
“Who?” I asked, confused.
“Patrick. Jasmine’s husband. We are going to talk about business.” I paused for a moment, the reminder caught me off guard. I had completely forgotten about it. I scratched my head, a sheepish grin on my face, and replied. “Oh, I completely banked on that. Thanks for reminding me.”
On that day, Leo left the gym earlier. When I arrived home, I saw why. He was already dressed in a finely tailored charcoal gray suit, each thread seeming to embrace his sculpted physique. The jacket, well fitted, highlighted his broad shoulders and tapered down to a narrow waist, emphasizing his V-shaped torso. Beneath the crisp white shirt, I couldn’t help but notice the veins tracing along his bulging forearms. His trousers draped over powerful thighs and would lead anyone’s gaze down to polished black dress shoes. Even in his formal attire, his chiseled chest and sculpted arms seemed to strain against the fabric.
Each step he took accentuated the way his glutes moved beneath the material. The fabric strained slightly across his rear, clung to the firm, round curves of his butt. Finally, the groin area, where an absurd volume revealed the difficulty of the fabric in containing the thick, bulging package that demanded attention. It was impossible not to stare. Bulging in his suit trousers, the outline of his uncut cock was heavy, giving his overall appearance an imposing air.
I had never cared about formal attires before. But I think that was the moment, I hate to admit, I had recognize Leo was something else. He looked serious, strong. Handsome. He was not just a man, but the man.
Inspired, I decided to upgrade my looks and selected a black suit from my wardrobe. I took a quick shower and hurried to get dressed. Once I had the suit on, I stood before the mirror, ready to knot my tie. Just then, Leo entered the room. “Need a hand with that tie, Thomas?”
Gratefully, I nodded and stepped closer to him, allowing him to adjust the tie knot. I watched Leo’s deft fingers with a mixture of admiration and gratitude. With my tie impeccably knotted, we exchanged smiles in the mirror, both looking dashing in our suits. I wanted to go with my motorbike, but Leo showed me the keys of an expensive car he had bought, with the money he was getting through Eric’s videos. I accepted the offer and we both headed to the restaurant.
The dinner took place at one of the finest restaurants in Dallas, a place known for its excellent cuisine and elegant ambiance. Leo and I were joined by the hosts for the night, Patrick and Jasmine. I understood what Leo saw in them. Patrick was a forty man whose appearance was imposing and Jasmine, whom I knew from the gym, was looking like a slut with incredible breasts.
As the conversation ebbed and flowed, it quickly became evident that Patrick had more than just a passing interest in The Viking’s Temple. He expressed his desire to invest further in the gym, suggesting plans to purchase new machines and expand the gym’s area by acquiring the adjacent property. His enthusiasm for the venture was infectious, and Leo and I listened attentively, intrigued by the possibilities.
However, throughout the evening, Patrick and Jasmine’s interactions with Leo took on a flirtatious tone. They exchanged glances and innuendos, insinuating that Leo should visit their house for a more personal and intimate gathering. When Jasmine got up to go to the bathroom, Patrick took a very direct approach: “As you may be aware, Mr. Thomas, Leo is ultra-hung. My wife is a size queen and I could never satisfy her the way Leo does. She can’t stop taking her eyes off the bulge in his pants. And neither do I!” he joked. “That’s the main reason I want to pour money in your gym. Leo said he cares about it and I want him to be satisfied.”
“Fuck yeah. Jasmine is hot. Her tits are amazing. I get hard just thinking about it.” Leo replied like a man in his 20’s full of hormones.
“Well, take it easy, big man, or these fabrics will rip apart,” Patrick replied. “I know you always come to our house on Tuesdays, but we wish you would come more often. Sex without you isn’t the same anymore. We talk about you every day. Wanna go there by tonight?”
“Sure, man.”
I couldn’t stand listening to that in silence anymore. I was feeling really pissed, like Leo was selling himself to that straight couple. “Leo, let’s go to the bathroom. There is something I want to say to you.” I said.
“Really? Now? I can’t get up right now.”
But I was impatient and even willing to challenge him. “Get up, Leo, I want to have a serious talk with you.”
He was a little pissed but came after me, the bulge in his pants bigger than ever. I locked us in the medium-sized bathroom. We found ourselves engaged in a heated discussion. My voice tinged with frustration, and I began, “Leo, I don’t understand why you’re so eager to go to their house. I thought we would spend time together.”
Leo, his brow furrowed, responded, “Thomas, I appreciate that, but Patrick and Jasmine are offering something that I’m interested in. I want to fuck someone.”
“Again, Leo? You fucked her on Tuesday, you fucked both Hassan and Hamid yesterday. And tomorrow I know you are going to fuck Aaron at Eric’s house. Isn’t it too much?”
The tension in the room was palpable, and I couldn’t hide the jealousy and anger that welled up inside me: “Are you telling me you’re more interested in sex with them than spending time with me?”
Leo sighed, his expression conflicted. “It’s not just about sex, Thomas. It’s about the experiences. When I am around them I feel like a king.”
Unable to contain my frustration any longer, I blurted out, “Well, I also want a moment alone with you. Both of us. You can’t deny there is some attraction here between us.” I couldn’t even believe those words were coming out of my mouth.
Leo’s eyes widened in surprise at my confession. The moment hung in the air, our emotions laid bare. The bathroom had become an unexpected confessional, and the truth had finally been revealed. “Wow, say it again, Thomas”.
“Come on, Leo… You know it.”
The muscular Latin man, after a moment of contemplation, responded, “Of course there is a strong chemistry between us. But I always choose penetration over whatever you are offering me. You are a top, Thomas. You said so yourself.”
I was so horny my thoughts seemed clouded. I decided to be very direct. I couldn’t lose him to the straight couple on that night: “Well, would you mind getting sucked?”
We were facing each other, our eyes locking in a silent challenge. Without warning, Leo lunged forward and captured my lips in a searing kiss. His dominant nature took over as he used one hand to cup the back my head, holding me in place as he devoured my mouth.
I was always used to set the pace of the kisses, but this time I didn’t resist, instead melting into his embrace. My hands found purchase on Leo’s toned torso, gripping tightly as if to ground myself against the onslaught of emotions coursing through me.
As we broke apart, sweat glistened on our skin and our breath mingled in the air. Leo’s confident smile spread across his face as he taunted me with another kiss, daring him to step up his game. “You are going to suck my cock in The Viking’s Temple,” Leo said. The Viking’s Temple. It was my sacred place. It was only fair that it would be the scenario of the day when a Power top like me lost his reason and succumbed to a more dominant man. At that moment I didn’t imagine that it wouldn’t just be my throat that would be fucked.
LEO
There was something left out in the things I told Thomas. I used to reserve Fridays for meeting someone new. Jasmine, Patrick, the Persa brothers and Aaron were already guaranteed fucks. I liked the idea of fucking someone new. And I always turned to Grindr.
On that app, men categorized themselves as Top, Vers or Bottom. And some variations of that spectrum. From my experience, the dynamics often revolved around Tops seeking Bottoms ad vice-versa.
However, when scrolling through some profiles on a Friday night, I came across one of a 32-year-old man who really interested me. Attractive, bearded, tall, he said he owned a ranch in Texas. Cowboy vibes. I felt a very strong attraction to that male figure. However, he was another Top.
I started a conversation, asking if he really was just a top or if he made exceptions when the other guy’s cock was EXTREMELY big. I wrote like this, in capital letters. His name was Mark. “I’m not here to bottom for anyone,” was his reply. Our interactions progressed, he seemed also attracted to me. When I felt the time was right, I shared some photos showcasing the enormity of my cock, taking advantages of good light and good angles. With a smirk in my reply, I played my trump card: “Hey Mark, I appreciate your confidence, but have you seen a cock as big as this? Maybe you should reconsider.”
Mark didn’t respond for a few minutes. When he finally replied, he was changed. Mark was the first of a long list of Tops or Dom Tops I fucked while Thomas was away: Bull Barron. Daddy XL. 100% Dom Top. I relished the unique dynamic of these interactions, where my sheer confidence and physical attributes allowed me to assert myself as the ultimate Top, claiming the holes of those who were initially looking for bottoms.
Those experiences on Grindr taught me a valuable lesson about the dynamics of the male world – it often revolved around competition or the inherent need for a masculine, authoritarian figure for a leader. In the realm of male interaction, there was a natural tendency to establish hierarchies. Whether it was about some physical prowess, attribute, wealth, we often found ourselves gravitating towards the Alpha figure. Particularly in the realm of sex between men and bodybuilding, my experiences had reinforced two age-old sayings: “size matters” and “the bigger the better.”
It was an ego boost. A challenge. Breaking a top’s resistance. Confronted by the bigger men, some of those so-called Tops faced an innate tendency to submit to me. Having a huge dick was already an anatomical advantage granted by nature. My muscles and looks were a plus. It was a primal instinct that had been hardwired into the human psyche per millenia, rooted in the dynamics of tribal and pack behavior.
These tops I had fucked were just a taster, a test drive. The ass I most wanted to fuck was that of Thomas, my coach, who for me represented the pinnacle of masculinity. His limits were harder to break. But that night, perhaps overcome by jealousy over my interactions with the couple Jasmine and Patrick, Thomas offered to suck my dick. It was something I couldn’t let go, even if it cost me a pussy. it would open doors so he could overcome his resistance. We left the restaurant in a hurry.
As I was very horny, the drive from the restaurant to the gym seemed like an eternity. We went up the stairs holding each other, with me hugging him from behind, Thomas’s ass was perfect in those suit pants.
It was midnight, the gym was empty, and I opened the door with inexplicable speed. I took Thomas’s face I my hands, holding him firmly and our lips met in a possessive kiss. Thomas was slowly adapting himself to a more submissive role, surrendering to my presence.
“You wanted this,” I growled, pulling him into a crushing embrace. “And you’re going to love every minute of it.”
My hands roamed over his body, feeling the tension coiled tightly within him. With a smirk, I leaned in and claimed his mouth with mine. It was a hard, demanding kiss that left no question about who was in charge there. But Thomas didn’t disappoint. He met my demands eagerly, his tongue tangling with mine. Our hands were everywhere, exploring each other’s bodies. I dominated every inch of him, using my strength to pin him down and mark him as mine.
With a certain impatience, we took off the exaggerated amount of formal clothing and threw them on the gym floor, a place not suitable for those fabrics. There were lots of clothes being removed. Belts, trousers, socks. Finally, it was just Thomas in his jockstrap and me in my briefs, both visibly hard.
I smiled widely when I realized that the jockstrap Thomas was wearing was the white one. The one I asked him to wear on a special occasion. “I want to fuck him so hard,” I thought.
Dominating another Dom top requires taking some steps. He could fear a harsher humiliation or feel extremely uncomfortable with his newfound vulnerability. After all we both wanted to penetrate, we fought for that spot, and I had won. I know it took a lot for him to admit that I was more dominant, more desired by others. And, of course, what went without saying: how much bigger and thicker my cock was than his. Thomas has always been proud of his thick cock. Seeing another man outsize him so easily was a punch in the gut.
I had my hands on his ass and he had his hands on my pecs. I didn’t want any doubts about the agreement that had been established. I was 100% top, Thomas too, but in that case, his throat would be fucked.
Everything was perfect until Thomas interrupted the kiss with a proposal. “Listen, I really want to try sucking you off, but before I do that I want you to… do that handjob for me. The one you refused to do on the sofa. It’ll stimulate me.”
This made me very angry. It was not what was agreed: “Your dick doesn’t matter. It is a waste of time,” I told him. He swallowed hard. I looked him into his eyes, assertively: “Listen. I will never touch it. Never. If you are ok with it, we can continue. If not, I am messaging Jasmine. I am beginning to think it was a mistake not going home with them.”
Thomas seemed taken aback. I had no intention of being rude to him, but I really didn’t feel the slightest desire to touch his dick just to have mine sucked. I stroked his chin. “I like you, man, but it has to be pleasant for both. You are the one who asked to suck my big cock.”
My muscular tattooed coach gazed at me with a mix of indignation and resignation. His eyes reflected a sense of defeat and humiliation. He looked at me, a fleeting glimmer of defiance before he eventually relented, “Fine, Leo. I figured you might say that. So here it goes my final offer: If you defeat me in a wrestling match, it’s gonna be on your terms, then. But if you lose, I still suck you, but we will look for someone to fuck together after.”
He stood in front of the gym’s largest mirror, dressed in nothing but his white jockstrap. I approached him with a sense of tenderness. I placed a hand on his bare shoulder guiding him to turn and face the mirror. I leaned in slowly, my lips met his. It was a soft slow kiss, a contrast to the dynamics we were both used to, maybe a symbol of a deeper connection. “Deal,” I said.
We moved to another area of the gym, where some fight trainings occurred. As we circled each other on the padded mat, he taunted me. “Ready to see what you’re up against, Leo?”. With that, the wrestling match commenced. The initial exchange was intense, as we both grappled and vied for control. Thomas managed to keep me at bay for a brief moment.
He attempted a body lock to immobilize me. Wrapping his arms around my torso, trying to restrict my movements. He was good. I responded with a powerful twist and threw him off balance. I took the chance to pin him down to the mat, my weight pressing down on his chest. He made some escape attempts, trying to bridge his hips and roll me off him. But I countered with sheer force, maintaining my position. Then he attempted a scissor hold around my waist. I winced briefly but powered through, eventually breaking free. For less than two seconds, I was faced with the possibility of losing the fight.
We were drenched in sweat, our muscles straining with effort. But I saw an opportunity to gain advantage. I secure a tight grip, my hands locking onto Thomas’s arm. Applying pressure, I managed to force Thomas into a compromising position. Breathing heavily and unable to break free, Thomas knew he had to surrender. He gasped, his voice strained, “Fuck. You’ve got me, Leo.” Still holding the grip for a moment longer, I finally released it and slowly rose to my feet, my chest heaving with exertion.
For me, my step-uncle, Thomas, the Swedish bodybuilder, represented the apex of masculinity. And I was dominating the guy who was always at the top of the food chain. I felt manliest than ever.
I savored my victory for a while but I was in need of a good fuck. So I grabbed him by the hair and yanked him up roughly. “Get on your knees,” I snarled, shoving Thomas down to the floor. Thomas complied immediately, his muscular frame trembling with excitement as he knelt before me: “Fuck yeah, let’s do this,” Thomas gritted out, his eyes almost blazing.
I began to slowly remove my briefs. part of my hard cock had already come out during the fight. I knew how much Thomas was transfixed by its volume and I intended to capitalize on the fascination. As I took the fabric off, it revealed the insane shaft underneath. Every contour was accentuated by the gym’s light and shadow. I was well aware of the effect it had on Thomas. His eyes were fixed on the gradual unveiling, fear and love intermingling as he watched my cock becoming progressively exposed, the fabric slipping away. It was calculated, until I was completely naked, hard as fuck.
I was standing and he was on his knees, and I took his hands and placed them on my cock. The Swedish bodybuilder finally mustered the courage to touch my massive member. I could sense a profound sense of awe washing over him. His hand trailed along the length; his fingers tranced the contours. He marveled at the sheer size, the girth, the prominent veins that pulsed beneath the skin. I allowed him to caress my balls and shaft with a cocky demeanor I could not hide. The moment was an intoxicating blend of power dynamics.
Then I guided us to the free weights area. I stood firmly beside the flat bench, ordering Thomas to lie down, facing the ceiling. I positioned myself strategically, my stance next to Thomas’s head, showcasing a mix of assurance and attentiveness. As I look at Thomas lying on the bench press, I could see the fear and uncertainty etched on his face. But I also noticed the lust and desire burning brightly in those green eyes. This man wanted me, and I planned to give him everything he desired.
Thomas’s tight jockstrap was constraining his cock, and he began to remove it. His dick was not small, I’ll give him that. Thick and measuring more than 7 inches, he wasn’t accustomed to being surpassed in that department. Therefore, I moved closer to him so he could notice the difference again. The size difference triggered a submissive reaction in him.
“Is my cock bigger than yours?” I asked.
“Y- Yes”, he whispered.
“Look at it. Stare. Take a good look at this big dick. For a long time, you avoided staring for so long. Why were you afraid of this?”
“I don’t know, man. It makes me… I don’t know.”
“It is okay, Thomas. You can say it. Face it and just say it.”
“It makes me feel a little envious.”
“Little envious, Thomas? Come on. No cute words here. You were manhandled the time you put your eyes on it. I am MUCH bigger than you. Say it.”
“You are much bigger than me,” he admitted, his deep voice sound almost ethereal, in a trance.
“Good. You are coming to terms with it. My cock is bigger and thicker than yours. My balls bigger. It is an important step that you recognized this.”
He took a deep breath eyeing my cock. I rubbed the head of my cock on his mouth, tracing the contours of his lips, the motions deliberate and tender. The subtle pressure of my cock against his skin, the careful rubbing, built a sense of intimacy, of trust. I teased him, running my cock along his nostrils. He needed to get used to it because it soon would be rough. After all, I wanted to use his face as a fleshlight.
“Where do you want me to put this big cock on?” I asked, holding my cock with both hands.
“Fuck, Leo, just do it.”
I smiled. “Say it or I’ll go.”
“Fuck, Leo. On my mouth, Leo. Fuck. On my mouth.”
I helped him stretch his jaw wide, to be ready to take on the challenge. With a deliberate movement I guided my cock down his mouth. “Suck that big cock,” I ordered. He stuck out his tongue, in a clumsy, beginner, amateur way. He did it with a bit of panic, recognizing himself in a new place. I let him taste it, getting used to the smell and shape of a bigger cock.
Then, with a deliberate movement, I slowly guided my cock down his throat. He chocked as my big cock reached the back of his throat, but the major part of the shaft was still out. There was still a long descend. As I continued pushing it down, Thomas’s throat twitched, causing him to gag and tears to well up his eyes. The discomfort was evident, his body reacting involuntarily. But driven by an unyielding determination, he persisted, his Adam’s apple visible bobbing as the cock traversed his throat. I adjusted my cock, angling it and applying some pressure.
My coach was gradually adjusting to the challenge. My words of encouragement made it slightly more bearable. Whenever he gagged it seemed that the task might elude him, the strain evident in his teary eyes and tensed body. He became powerless under such a hung top with no mercy.
Then, the roughness. His throat expanded as I started plowing it. Thomas looked like a bitch in heat. From self-proclaimed Dom Top to a submissive cocksucker. Thus began a long back-and-forth of a violent throat-fuck. Thomas bravely attempted to swallow all my meat, but its sheer size proved too challenging for him to manage. Sometimes I put out all my meat so he could catch his breath. Then I put it back as much as possible. But the combination of length and thickness made the task impossible.
Repeatedly, I spat on, slapped, verbally taunted him, treating him in a way he wasn’t used to. For the minutes I spent fucking the throat of that hot 38-years old tattooed bodybuilder, I felt like a sex god.
With Thomas lying exhausted on the bench press, I stood over him. With firm determination, I reached down and grabbed him beneath his arms, pulling him up. Thomas, his body heavy and weary, offered no resistance as I lifted him into a fireman’s carry.
I carried him over to the double pulley machine. I picked up his jockstrap that was on the floor and told him to put it on. The contour of the straps on his buttcheeks made his ass look more delicious. And he had the most beautiful ass in the world. Firm, visible, it extended in all directions from the pelvis base. The way he was arching his back it was projecting itself with a more pronounced shape, all the muscles in their right place. His butt was the perfect counterpart to my cock. I was lucky.
With precision, I set Thomas down on his feet, our bodies close, our breaths intermingling. Thomas’s surrender was evident. I took a pair of jump ropes and triceps ropes, expertly binding Thomas’s wrists to the machine sturdy frame. The frames were secured snugly but not too tight, ensuring some level of comfort.
Thomas, now bounded to the machine, looked up at me with a mixture of trust and anticipation, his eyes conveying his willingness to explore this new dynamic. He knew what I was trying to do. He had accepted it. He even wanted it.
I grabbed him from behind, around the waist. I slid my middle finger into his hole. “This isn’t going to end in your throat. I’m going to fuck your ass.” I didn’t expect this to happen that night, but I just went with the flow. He offered no resistance. I continued. “Remember, Thomas, the safe word is ‘Viking’. If you want to be set free, if you want me to stop what I am about to do, just say it.” He didn’t say it.
I rubbed my massive cock against Thomas’s crack and I felt the sensation was electrifying for both of us. His reaction was undeniable; he arched his back, offering up his massive muscle ass. Feeling his body respond so strongly to my cock made my sense of power reached its zenith. In that moment, I felt an unparalleled sense of triumph. As I grabbed him by the waist, I realized this was just the dawn of an uncharted dynamic between us. In previous weeks I had turned many tops into great bottoms, but Thomas would soon be the best one.