A gay story: Becoming the Man of the House Ch 07 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
THOMAS
“How did I end up here bound to his machine by my own student?”. Tied to the ropes, in front of the mirror, I faced a rare and unprecedented image: another man had defeated me. My muscles ached not just from the physical strain but from the blow to my pride.
I strained against the tight restraints of the pulley machine; my bulging muscles taut beneath my skin. Beads of sweat were rolling down my furrowed brow. The metallic clinks of the pulley echoed in the gym, emphasizing my futile struggle. My physique, usually a symbol of dominance and victory, showcased then a desperate effort to break free.
For the first time in my life, I confronted the stark reality that another man, 23 years old Leo, possessed a strength and determination that outmatched my own. Leo stood triumphantly, a smug grin on his face and the veins on his arms helped him savoring the moment of dominance. I trained him. Where did I go wrong?
Leo’s beautiful and huge cock was throbbing, drawing attention to its enormous proportions. He thought fucking me with something so massive would scare me. Deep down, I knew that, despite feeling I would be torn apart, I was willing to: after all, all I had to do was say the word “Viking” and he would get me out of there.
No longer I could deny the sheer, superior size of Leo’s cock, feeling an involuntary sense of awe and intimidation. “Look closely, Thomas,” he declared with a triumphant smirk, thrusting his colossal cock forward. I had already felt the taste in my mouth, the strong masculine scent in my nostrils. It was a new era, Leo was rewriting the rules.
He paced around me. Had I reached my limit? I was covered in sweat, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But there was something else: in my eyes, a glimmer of desire. The desire to be dominated solely and exclusively by him.
I knew I would continue fucking other guys in the ass. But in my dynamic with Leo, the only possibility would be to give myself completely to him. I wanted to feel his hands on me, his lips on me. Fuck. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. And he knew that.
He stopped behind me, observing my futile attempts to break free from the tightly bound ropes. “You are aware of the safe word, right?” he asked, a note of concern underlying the question. I was breathing heavily and nodded. Yet, despite my attempts to break free, the safe word remained unspoken, leaving me entangled in a complex dance of resistance and submission.
He went for his gym bag and got some lube. Along the way, he got more triceps ropes. He then bound me tighter, causing me to arch my back slightly. He took a step back and looked at me with a grin in his face. “You look so beautiful like this.” Then, he poured some lube onto his fingers and then reach around me, rubbing it onto my ass. It was finally happening. A scene I always regarded as impossible. Me. A Dom Power Top who was about to be penetrated.
His thick finger broke the breaches of my hole. My hole was tight, almost if it had been carved to not be violated. I moaned as he slid it in slowly, soon adding a second finger, stretching me open for what was to come.
“It won’t fit,” I kept thinking. Leo started rubbing his cock’s big tip in my ass. He was patient, hoping my hole would adapt to it, perhaps expand just a fraction, as he waited for the tightness to lessen.
And while he waited, he licked my neck, whispered some harsh words in my ear, held my waist tighter. He heard me screaming, struggling, wanting it. At the same time, there was an uncommon language of resistance. With a subtle movement of my neck, I shifted to get a glimpse of the man holding me. It was a spellbinding experience. Throughout my whole life, I had always been the one in Leo’s position – the top, authoritative, in control. For the first time I found myself in the role of the dominated bottom. It was a different kind of intimacy.
Gathering courage, I turned to Leo with a raw intensity in my eyes. “Leo,” I began, my voice a low whisper. “Do what you need to do.” Leo’s response was a slow nod. His hands, strong and assured, explored the contours of my butt, tracing a path that sent shivers down my spine. Leo’s movements were unhurried, I felt each lick and finger. My ass was glistening with moisture and lube. I was feeling in trance.
We were kissing intensely. Those were very wet kisses, with good use of the tongue, without any type of shame. Those kisses you gave when you are both horny and in love. Leo was especially verbal and in charge that day: “Keep doing that. You are very good at it.” I smiled and looked him in the eyes. Until he lightly slapped my face and praised my efforts: “Good boy.” Fuck. Calling an almost 40-year-old guy like me, big, bearded, all tattooed, “boy” was nonsense. But I became very surprised and strangely excited. And it did not stop there.
“You are going to take every inch of Daddy’s big cock and you are going to love it.” The thought of addressing him as “Daddy” during sex initially struck me as peculiar. It’s not common that one refers to a younger man with a term often associated with maturity. And I was his his coach! However, Leo’s sheer confidence and authoritarian behavior made it completely fitting. I looked at him very firmly, very seriously, and spoke in my usual deep tone. “I want you, Leo.”
I was wet and horny. He positioned his cock at my rear entrance and began to push. I felt the head pop inside me, and I let out a real loud moan. It was massive ad it was hurting but my levels of pleasure were reaching limits beyond what I had ever experienced. As he pushed it slowly, he counted every inch.
It was so thick and long that I got the sensation I was being fisted. Leo had the largest, thickest, most powerful cock I had ever seen. He got into my head and body, making me feel small when I am not even small. I felt he was reshaping my ass, to comfort his needs as a man. Brutally fucked, all I could do was scream and moan. My noises only made him go harder.
“You are my coach and I learnt from you the best exercises for getting muscles. Now I am going to teach you how to be a good bitch.” I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears. Under any other circumstance, this banter would make me punch the one who spoke it directly in the face, but with Leo it made sense. I was indeed feeling myself like his slut. It felt so good that I started to beg him to fuck me harder. His hands held my hips tightly as he pushed his cock into my ass with even more pressure.
“You like that, bitch?”, he asked. I just nodded and he grabbed my hair and pulled it back, seeing my desperate face as he fucked me harder and faster.
My mental resistance was destroyed, as it was my ass. And the fuck never stopped. I was surprised by our stamina, maintaining an arch and keeping my ass pointed back for my man’s pleasure as he fucked me.
He slowly removed his monster from my ass. Perhaps as a result of the roles we played, I felt that my dick had never been so small, shrunken, as if, being next to Leo, it had become an unnecessary sexual organ. All I could think about was the vacuum inside my ass.
I was panting. I was in pure ecstasy, like in another realm. I realized he was untying me. It felt weird. The ropes, the scenery, the idealization that I was trapped, helped make me think that it was all just a consequence of my defeat, and not because I was wanting it.
Therefore, when he finished untying me, and linked his arms around my waist, I knew that I had reached another level of submissiveness, in which I would have to demonstrate that I wanted to be fucked by him. No ropes. No roleplay. Just me submitting to another top.
His cock was looking huge, very hard. He was very aroused by me. I hugged my man, our pecs rubbing together, sweating. “More, please,” I begged him. It was what I wanted. He didn’t need to be told twice as he put me on all fours. This time, the gym mirror showed us from the side. He then began to slap my butt cheeks, like I was his property. He spanked me hard and fast, leaving me red and sting. I would never forget my image reflected in the mirror like that, a mountain of muscles being punished.
I felt an uncontrollable urge to cum. We were both resisting it, to prolong that feeling of pleasure. It was months before I finally admitted that I need him to fuck me and that even though I was a strict top, he would be my exception.
I started moaning loudly and when I finally screamed “I want to cum, Leo” I started to feel him losing control. His response was “I’m going to cum inside you, bitch”, which also prompted me to burst my load. He cummed like a breeder, torrents and torrents of thick jizz inside my hole. It was a strange new and pleasant sensation.
When he finally finished doing it, I could feel it oozing out of my ass and down my legs. He kept his cock inside me for a few time. Exhausted, he pulled out and slapped my ass again. When I looked at his cock again, I could not believe I was able to take that insane amount of inches. It was so big he would be the biggest star in Tim Tales. I smiled as I felt his warm cum dripping down my legs. My ass was sore. My hole was gapping wide. And yet I was feeling like I had accomplished the most challenging of the missions.
I searched for his embrace and he pulled me over his massive chest. I felt a strange amalgamation of vulnerability and acceptance. The rhythmic rise and fall of Leo’s breathing created a steady, reassuring backdrop.
“I bet you never imagined it would come to this, Coach,” Leo remarked with a low chuckle.
“You are very good at it, Leo. I enjoyed it a lot.” As I caressed his pectorals, I took a long look at his cock, getting soft. It was the cock every man would like to have. The cock of a man who could fuck whoever he wanted. “I want more of those sessions we had,” I finally said.
“You enjoyed being under my control, huh, Coach?” he teased, emphasizing the word Coach with a hint of authority. “I can work with that.”
“But it is going to be our secret, you got it? Bros on the outside, something else behind closed doors.”
Leo, reveling in the power dynamic, could not resist a brag. “The world can see us as bros, but behind the scenes, you will be mine every Sunday.” And so it was for the rest of the time we would spend together until the date Leo would return to Medellin.
Some people may have seen Leo as an asshole, his need to be worshipped indicative of some lack of self confidence. It was far from the truth. He was cocky, but he could also be very gentle. Truth is he was fueled by competitiveness. It is an inherent aspect of male society, deeply ingrained, evident in men’s affinity for sports and physical challenges. Why on bed this would be different?
And I was exactly like him. I had long held the belief that I was the undisputed top dog, the epitome of the Alpha. My confidence was unshakable, and I navigated life with a certainty about my position in the male hierarchy. However, upon knowing more and more about Leo, my perception began to shift.
As I learned more about Leo’s capabilities a curious dynamic unfolded between us. Leo became even more gentle and considerate. Although good, it also intrigued me, because I knew that, hidden beneath that gentleness, there was his latent prowess for domination. Part of me could not resist testing the waters to see how Leo would respond when faced with challenges.
There was an undeniable thrill in provoking Leo, attempting to overcome him in various challenges. This dynamic brought the best in him. Each time I pushed him, he rose to the occasion, performing with a level of skill and confidence that left me in awe.
In that quiet corner of The Viking’s Temple gym, a subtle shift in power dynamics had consolidated itself. The roles had reversed, and Leo was not just the 23 years old jock under my guidance. I had to call him Daddy. Sometimes he said “good boy” to me. He was the dominant figure in our connection.
Muscles. Masculinity. My beard, my tattoos. His jawline, his big cock. Two virile men having fun together. Until one quiet moment of contemplation was interrupted by Leo’s voice: “And when will you wear those black French panties for me?”
A wave of panic washed over me. The notion seemed to clash violently with the image of my burly, manly physique. The mental image that unfolded painted a vivid contrast and I could not help but wonder how such delicate garments could coexist with the undeniable virility I had always embodied.
It was a proposition that challenged the very essence of my identity. “We’ll see about that,” I said. “I don’t enjoy the idea.” Leo laughed at my response. Maybe deep down he knew that eventually my resistance would crumble beneath a deeper realization: he had become my man, and I would explore uncharted territories to please him.
ERIC
It had been a while since I had lost some sparkle in my eyes. Precisely since Leo had informed me that he would no longer record videos together. I even had paused recordings for my popular page, Top Wrestler. I was feeling left out.
Me, Eric, the Top Wrestler, used to be this arrogant guy, always throwing my weight around and bullying others. Then, one day, through my boyfriend, Aaron, I met Leo. He was like the epitome of everything I wanted to be – confident, effortlessly charismatic and extremely well hung. I ended up idolizing him. Leo had become the beacon of what a true man should be in my eyes.
It also prompted me to connect with my true self: a resentful guy, who only stopped being so when he was by Leo’s side. The partnership with Leo had uncovered a long list of fetishes I had hidden. Such as size comparison and feeling pleasure in being humiliated because of my average dick size. Leo was the perfect man to provide me with this level of excitement, as he had the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life, porn included.
But 23 years old Leo was Thomas’s student and step-nephew. And 38 years old Thomas was my, let’s say, arch-nemesis since forever. Thomas was the guy I had been competing with almost my whole life in Dallas. And by then Leo and Thomas had become inseparable. Best friends, business partners.
Noticing how this particular story was affecting me, Aaron asked me to have coffee. While we both waited for our cappuccinos, my boyfriend leaned in and offered some comforting words: “Man, the situation is tough. It must be hard seeing someone you admire so much forming strong connections with people you’d rather keep at arm’s length.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “I think about calling Leo. But I don’ want to burden him with my insecurities. Besides it is not like I can compete with Thomas this time. They live together, they train together, they work together. The very person who inspired me to change is now a part of the reason I feel so isolated.”
Aaron’s answer was quick, of someone who had already thought of a solution. His eyes lit up with a spark of inspiration. “Hey, baby, I heard something interesting recently. From the horse’s mouth. Before Leo goes back to Colombia, he wants to fuck someone together with Thomas. Some trio they want to try.” My eyebrows raised in surprise, my curiosity piqued.
Aaron continued, “Why not talk to Leo, or maybe even Thomas, about being the third one? It might be the bridge you need to overcome these feelings of being left out, make peace with whatever you feel about Thomas.”
I became absolute intrigued. “The three of us are tops. It would not work…” I babbled lots of things. The mere suggestion left me speechless. “Wait,” I continued. “Do you think Leo is fucking Thomas?”
He laughed a little bit. “I honestly have no idea. But I would not be surprised. Who Leo hasn’t fucked yet? You, and that is just because you are stubborn. We know you want it. Nowadays you only bust your load seeing pics of Leo’s cock.”
My initial surprise shifted to a thoughtful contemplation. “It is a bold move, for sure,” I admitted. “Maybe it will end up with both me and Leo fucking Thomas? I should try. Thanks for telling me that, baby.”
Was I being delusional? Anyway, the idea of reconnecting with Leo is what moved me. I took some impressive steps forward, faster than I could have anticipated. Two days after that, I walked into the Viking’s Temple, Thomas’s gym. Spotting Thomas across the room, I approached him, a mix of nervousness and sincerity etched in my face. “Hey, Thomas,” I began tentatively, “mind if we talk for a moment?”
Thomas, focused o adjusting equipment, turned to face me, his expression was unreadable: “What brings you back here, Eric?” he asked me, his tone neutral.
Taking a deep breath, I cleared my throat before speaking. “I want to apologize for my behavior and ask if you could find it in yourself to forgive me. Hoping for a fresh start.”
Thomas, his gaze steady, regarded me for a moment before letting out a measured sigh. “Apology accepted,” surprising me with the calm in his response. Thomas was older than me and always seemed much more mature. Aroud him I had always behaved myself like a brat.
I kept constantly looking around, clearly for Leo. I was under the impression Thomas realized that. Thomas broke the silence. “So, Eric, what brings you here today? Will you go back to train at The Viking’s Temple again?”
“Can I, Thomas? I understand if you’re not comfortable with it.”
“Come back, Eric. You are in great shape by the way. I saw your videos with Leo. Top Wrestler versus The Crusher. I didn’t realize you were into that stuff.”
Surprise and anger flooded my expression as Thomas extended his hand for a handshake. “I will not judge you, man. Leo is not here at the moment, by the way.” I blushed. Thomas continued. “I will tell him to message you later.” I smiled. A genuine smile.
Four hours later, when I arrived home from jogging, my phone buzzed with a message from Leo. Anticipation and anxiety mingled. “Hey bro, I heard you and Thomas are on good terms. How about the three of us record a video together? One last before I head back to Colombia. What do you think? This Saturday?”
A rush of emotions surged through me, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I quickly replied: “Absolutely. I am up to anything. Just let me know the time.”
“Don’t say yes yet. It’s gonna be me and Thomas fucking you. We will make you our bottom. Still up to it?”
My heart was beating extremely fast and my dick was as hard as one could be. It would my last time with Leo. My only chance to say goodbye. I needed to see him again, even if I had to obey him completely. “I will give it a thought.” I really wanted to, but I was scared. Maybe my first experience as a bottom should be with a pencil dick like mine.
Leo’s response was swift. “Let’s call it Two Horses and A Shrimp. I’ve got some ideas brewing and I think it will be a fantastic way to capture our differences. See you there, Shrimp.”
As much as I was excited, I became scared. But a sparkle came back to my eyes. Leo had that effect on me. If there is just one top who can make another top bend over, this man is Leo.
AARON
In the days leading up to the recording of “Two Horses and A Shrimp”, a whirlwind of emotions stirred within Eric. Anticipation, nervousness, and a hint of nostalgia mingled as he contemplated the significance of what would be his final moment with Leo before his return to Colombia.
Leo entered Eric’s life to teach him humbleness and to make him connect with his true desires. Therefore, the prospect of collaborating on this private video became more than just a creative endeavor; it symbolized the culmination of a moment. From bully top, Eric had become a man addicted to big cocks.
Eric was horny as fuck on these days. I lend him my 8 inches dildo for him to train. All he could talk about was his preparation, his willingness to make Leo happy. Even so, when the day of the recording arrived, there was an underlying vulnerability within Eric.
Directed by me with guidelines made by Leo and Thomas, the setup placed Eric on a sofa, in the middle, sandwiched between the two Alphas. They had an unscripted, relaxed chat about guys they had already hooked up with.
“You’re boasting too much about it,” Leo said, looking at Eric. “Take off your clothes if you are comfortable with what you got.” Eric obeyed, got up and began to undress in a clumsy way. He stripped down to his underwear, already under some laughter from Thomas, who accused him of lacking volume.
“Come on, man, we don’t have all day, are you embarrassed?” Leo asked.
I could see that Eric was taking too long, avoiding the reaction that would soon follow. When he finally pulled down his underwear, he had to deal with laughter from his rival, Thomas: “Dude, I am so sorry.” Leo’s expressions changed to some concern. Laughing, the blond and bearded Thomas whispered something in Leo’s ear.
The sensation of being naked while the other two men were clothed made Eric very aroused and he began to have an erection. “The little warm is getting hard… Let’s see…. Oops, still little.” Thomas mocked.
Thomas and Leo asked two or three questions about Eric’s routine at the gym. “Too bad for you that ridiculous little thing between your legs will never grow up. It looks disproportionate to the rest of your body.” Thomas was throwing all his experience on giving small penis humiliation.
“Why don’t you join him, man?” Leo asked. Thomas then got up and took off in one go, the white underwear and the red shorts he was wearing.
Eric’s eyes widened: “So it is true what they say about you. It is very thick.” Thomas approached him to accentuate the difference. “Yes, it is very thick, shrimp. Horse cock.” And then, finally the moment Eric had been dreaming of for the past weeks. Leo stood up and also lowered his shorts. It was there, again, in front of us, his gigantic, superior cock. Eric seemed to be bursting with happiness. “It’s so big!” he exclaimed. Leo added: “Big, thick, veiny, uncut. Do you want to touch it?”
In that trio of burly, masculine men, Eric was the odd man out. His thin penis seemed to disappear next to the enormous amount of volume of the Doms. It was a contrast as beautiful as it was humiliating.
And if the comparison between Thomas’s and Eric’s cocks could perfectly illustrate any example of a big cock vs average cock debate, Leo’s colossal cock versus Eric’s little thing put an incredulous expression across our faces. Next to Leo’s monster manhood, Eric had a skeletal representation of masculinity, the embodiment of delicacy or nothingness. The thick behemoth that belonged to Leo seemed to defy the laws of reason.
As I was responsible for filming some scenes, using good light, angles and some positions, in some frames the difference between them reached an unthinkable level. Sometimes Eric seemed to have a microdick and Leo’s thick cock loomed even larger, at least ten times bigger by volume than Eric’s.
Eric seemed in a trance, living in his best moment. “Today you’re going to be our little slut,” Leo said. “You’re going to be obedient and serve us both exactly the same way, do you hear me?”, giving him a light slap on the cheek.
Eric nodded. And then the most animalistic and brutal sex scene I have ever seen in my entire life began. Leo and Thomas entered full Dom mode, transforming Eric into a whore desperate for cocks. Thomas looked at Eric and then put his thumb and pointer finger apart, showing three inch size. Eric had more than that, but the mockery served its purpose.
Then Leo stood up in front of Eric and put his own hands around his cock. There was space for a third hand. He commanded Eric to do the same. Eric stacked his hand on top of his cock, but ended up jerking the air above. Thomas called him the ghost jerker.
One thing was undeniable. I was jealous of how much Eric enjoyed those thick, huge cocks. He was triggered. He took a liking to being submissive very quickly by smelling those cocks, feeling them with his hands, pleasing the two males in every possible way. He wanted them to feel absolute pleasure. Humungous cocks were what Eric always had dreamed of after all.
And Eric’s mouth, his mouth was beautiful, needy, I zoomed in to highlight his full lips, lips made for swallowing big cocks. The huge head of Leo’s cock was passing over those lips as if it were a giant lipstick. Eric stayed on his knees, being cock slapped in his face by the two tops. Real tops, unlike Eric. He took turns in their bigger cocks, pleasing them as he could. Apart from his puppy eyes, Eric also had determination.
Then Eric’s throat was massacred by those two thick cocks, which took turns inside. My boyfriend’s face, normally a tough guy, now turned into a beggar’s face, asking for more and more cock. And how hungry he was. He cried, begged, was slapped, all while being called a little whore. He loved every minute of it.
And while he respected Thomas’s cock, for Leo he felt devotion, adoration. Its gargantuan dimensions were Eric’s most desired object. Eric touched it in a reverent way, put it in his face, feeling dwarfed and inhaling deeply as if to capture the very essence of it. The scent, unique, flooded his senses. He was obsessed.
I can’t even say how long it all lasted, it was so intense, but it was Thomas who took the initiative to position Eric on all fours. Face down. Ass up. What a beautiful butt he had. Firm, big, muscular. What a beautiful hole. They both lubed it, inserting fingers. First Leo, then Thomas. Their fingers mixed up inside Eric’s tight hole.
Then they took ownership of Eric’s body. What I can say is his ass was completely destroyed. Thomas was about to penetrate it first. But Eric would like to be first penetrated by Leo. It was the only demand Eric made all night.
And so it happened. Slowly, Leo pushed inches and inches. Eric’s hole was completely reshaped to adapt itself to the required size and thickness. It was hard, deep ,rough. Eric’s hole was turned into a tunnel for the two alpha tops in need of serious breeding. His ass was being brutally railed and he was loving every minute of it. He kept sucking Thomas’s cock while Leo punished his ass.
After some minutes there, then happened what I was not remotely expecting. Leo and Thomas were looking at each other. They recognized they were there to lead and to seed. I realized what they had in mind. They laid down, legs intertwined, their huge cocks touching each other. Thomas raised his hips a little so that the tip of his dick could reach the tip of Leo’s superior one. Each one alone was already frightening, but seeing them together like that was almost inhuman. I thought no one had the body structure required to handle so much thickness combined. I wondered how I felt it would be possible after all.
Stretching even more his extra wide hole, with his own hands, Eric slowly crouched until he felt the tip of those two big cock heads. As he expected, it took time to adjust. He squealed, feeling more submissive than ever. He took a deep breath, the pain in his ass lessening. His abs clenched, his Apollo’s belt forming a line so manly in his body. From where I was, it looked like he was being ripped.
My boyfriend, the tall white stud who used to be arrogant and dismissive towards men weaker than him, now screamed like a desperate bitch. All his bravado was gone. His screams and moans sounded like a slut in heat. The two men with thick cocks, Leo and Thomas, were allowing him to live out the deepest of his secret fantasies: huge, XXL dicks.
Eric was a natural at taking massive cocks in his hole. He was born to do this. Two enormous cocks at the same time, teaming up inside a growing gaping hole. Thomas pulled his cock out of Eric’s ass as did Leo. Biggest hole I’ve ever seen. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to endure it. The tall white stud was craving for both cocks at the same time. He sat on Thomas’s cock again and asked Leo to rejoin them. From behind, Leo shoved his horse cock inside that hole once more. They stayed there for a while, Leo’s amazing butt back and forth, dictating the rhythm.
The two alpha tops fucked him merciless. It was an enviable teamwork. It was extreme. Hard to watch. But Eric was loving every moment of it. It was becoming more and more an out-of-body experience. Bred by those two stallions, Eric finally shoot his load without touching himself, in agony and ecstasy.
Leo and Thomas speed up their pace to cum too. The two finally came, their thick cum mixed inside Eric’s ass, splattered and dripping onto their own cocks. When Eric dismounted the studs, there were still drips of cum dripping from his asshole. He was extremely happy, sweaty and satisfied.
The guys seemed pretty content too, since they stayed for some time. They found energy and stamina to fuck Eric again after 1 hour or so. This time, I participated, taking Thomas’s cock upon my ass.
When they left, I took another cold shower and cuddled in bed. Eric was happy and calm. He wanted to stay covered in cum for a while (Leo had cummed in his lips this time).
“You seem, well, different,” I finally told him, caressing his hair.
Eric, sporting a self-assured grin leaned back and replied, “Honestly, Aaron, I feel complete.” I leaned forward, prompting Eric to continue. “I’ve been thinking, what if I took a year off? Pack my bags, travel the world, try to meet people like Leo and Thomas. Do you wanna come with me?”
I was intrigued by the proposal. “I have to think about it, but I like the idea.”
When we woke up next morning, I showed him the videos and shoots I did while he was being fucked. He loved every detail of it. The excitement of seeing the footage made us both really hard and we ended up having sex. I was the one who top him. Yes. Eric was forever changed.
LEO
Thomas and I were into each other, like in a true bromance. To the outside world, we presented a façade of strong partnership, whose camaraderie was evident in shared laughs, mutual respect, and a seemingly unbreakable bond. His friends and his employees told me they had never seen Thomas more content and relaxed.
I continued seeing Jasmine and her husband, some random guys, and the Persian brothers. The brothers were the aspect most difficult in my relationship with Thomas. It was where I found some jealously coming from him, a struggle in fully accepting it was something still going on. He also had his adventures. He was going out constantly with a muscular black man from Jamaica. It didn’t bother me at all.
However, on those secluded Sundays, when we opened the gym just for the two of us, our dynamics underwent a significant transformation. I found myself deliberately setting up scenarios, almost playfully goading Thomas to showcase his submissiveness. I taught him how to properly kiss, to be fondled, and how to suck a monster cock. Most importantly, however, how to sit on a big, fat cock. Of all those encounters, the one I had with Thomas was the one I craved the most.
So, when we left Eric’s house, there was a different air lingering around us. It was the first time we didn’t have sex as me as a top Dom and him as my sub bottom. We were both tops, taking turns in Eric’s holes. There was a radiant happiness on Thomas’s face, a glow: “Man, that was epic!” I exclaimed.
“Life is too short for monotony, my friend.”
The mood soon shifted when I parked the car near our home. A subtle tension hung in the air when I mentioned my departure for Colombia. It was imminent.
“So, Leo,” Thomas began, a hint of hesitation in his deep voice. “I can’t believe you are leaving. The Men’s Physique Competition is so near. We’ve been prepping for that for ages.”
“Maybe this is just a ‘see you later’ and not a proper goodbye,” I replied. We stood in silence for a moment, the weight of an impeding separation hanging in the air.
The competition day loomed just around the corner, and yet, what stung even more was the knowledge that tomorrow I would be bringing the Persian brothers home, leaving little room for a quiet moment between us.
“Leo…” he began, his tone a mix of frustration and a touch of resentment, “we’ve got the competition day after tomorrow, and tomorrow you’re bringing the Persian brothers home? Seriously? It is not time to play host, Leo. It is about us. I just wanted a little more, you know?”
I knew it. I also wanted it, but also feared the last time could be ruined. I already missed him, his ass, his muscles, his beard, his voice, the way he looked at me when I said the words “good boy”. I preferred the memory of the sex we had with Eric to be the last one. Maybe I was being a coward.
I could not handle the tension. I entered the car and drove through Dallas. I was going to miss my moments here. “It is not being easy. Leave me alone for some time,” Coach Thomas wrote me.
On the next day, my concerns over Thomas grew. I returned home from the gym to find Thomas absent. He was not seen neither in our workout session nor in our shared living space. The house seemed unusually quiet. The anticipation of fucking the Persian brothers was overshadowed by the mystery of Thomas’s absence.
I took a quick shower. The absence of my best friend in the moments leading up to the competition and the trip intensified my concern. The Persian brothers, Hamid and Hassam, arrived punctually. I welcomed them, who looked especially hot on that night.
The older brother, Hassam, wore tight shorts that highlighted his glutes, while Hamid wore a white tank top and white basketball shorts. I sported a black cap perched casually on my head, giving me the appearance of some stud you’d find on a university team. I liked watching them touching and kissing each other and I knew they only did it to make me more excited. Sex is something that I am always invested in, so it was perfect to distract myself from thinking too much about Thomas’s whereabouts.
Since two weeks ago Hamid was specifically hooked on my balls, massaging them while I licked his older brother’s asshole. That was what we were doing, naked on the couch, when we heard the key to the main door turn.
It was Thomas. He was wearing his “Power Top” t-shirt. Hamid’s eyes widened with recognition. The memories flooded back for Hassam, who distinctly remembered that shirt from a time when he and Thomas had been boyfriends.
The brothers froze for a few seconds, but I decided to treat the situation as normal. “Hey, Thomas,” I said, as I got both brothers to suck my cock at the same time. “Hi, you three.” Thomas approached. I had no idea what he intended to do. He was jealous of the Persians, and wanted time alone with me. Was his Power Top shirt an indication that he wanted to recreate with the brothers what had happened with Eric?
But that’s not what happened. To the surprise of the three of us, Thomas knelt in front of me and competed for my cock with his ex-boyfriend and ex-brother-in-law. “It’s very big, right? What a huge cock, made to fuck other males’ asses,” Thomas said.
Hamid and Hassam were in shock. Thomas continued, looking at me: “You are the Alpha male in his house and we are here to serve you.” Thomas started to kiss my cock. He pushed the other two guys’ heads close to my cock, giving it threesome kisses. “Look at the size of that big head and those balls,” Thomas kept describing me to the Persian bros. “That’s why you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. I agree with you. This guy is much more of a man than anyone here.”
“Keep doing that. You are very good at it.” I smiled and looked him in the eyes. He held my thick dick with both hands and inhaled deeply, that smell of musk with testosterone, a strong male scent.
I took him out of his trance by lightly slapping his face and praising his efforts: “Good boy.” Fuck. Calling him, big, bearded, all tattooed, “boy” drove me crazy. I became very surprised and strangely excited. And it did not stop there.
I looked at the three of them, all on their knees. “Are you going to suck Daddy’s big cock?” And they did. The story between the four of us had come full circle. Thomas was no longer hiding his submissive side towards me from other people. They all sucked my cock really well, but Thomas was the standout. He wanted to prove something, I guess.
After they sucked me for a good few minutes, Thomas asked them to get up and line up on the sofa, leaning their torsos against its curved back. The three would be aligned, tilting their butts toward me.
But the surprises kept coming. “I want you to fuck me while I wear the Power Top t-shirt,” he asked. And one more thing…” he completed.
It was an unexpected moment of revelation. My gaze fixated on him as the coach casually stripped down. The room lightning accentuated the contours of Thomas’s muscular frame, a sight that had always captivated me. However, what caught me off guard was the unexpected detail – Thomas was wearing those delicate French black panties.
The stark contrast between the rugged masculinity of my coach’s body and the softness of the garment sent a surge of attraction through me. The juxtaposition of the muscular physique, bearded, tattooed, and the delicate lingerie stirred something primal within me, intensifying the magnetic pull I felt towards him.
In the end, he achieved what he wanted. My eyes were all on him. I forgot the Persian brothers were there, I forgot where we were and what we had to do. I forgot everything. All I could think about was penetrating his ass, the most virile ass I had ever seen, the best hole I had ever fucked. The strange blend between virility and the futile efforts the black panties did to emasculate him put my cock hard, maybe even bigger and thicker than it ever had been (10.6 inches).
My dick wanted to dig the biggest hole in that ass. I spanked that ass hard while pounding it, and he returned the kindness by jiggling his ass towards me. It was the best sex of my life, and the two Persian brothers witnessed it in disbelief. I fucked my trainer in different positions, in different corners of the house, calling him different dirty names. I had come to the house looking for guidance, and in the end, I had also taught my coach a lesson.
When I filled his ass with thick cum, I asked the brothers to clean us with their tongues, which they promptly obliged. Apparently they had already cum many minutes before, but remained grateful to stay and watch the show we put on.
Thomas’s slutty panties were all sticky with his own cum. Even he was surprised by how much he had cummed. I was in paradise. I saw him wearing those panties. I would never forget the scene, the texture, the fabric next to his hairy leg.
Next day was the competition day and also my departure day. Too many emotions. I finished packing the bags. Thomas helped me organize my stuff. It was evident that the anticipation of the Men’s Physique competition added an extra layer of intensity to an already emotionally charged day.
As I stepped onto the stage, the culmination of months of preparation, I felt the eyes of the audience on me. The judging panel scrutinized every angle, every flex and in the end, I emerged victorious. Standing on the podium with the medal around my neck, my eyes scanned the audience until I met Thomas’s gaze. “I am lucky to have you, Coach,” I whispered to myself. I wondered if he was wearing his usual jockstraps or panties this time.
After the competition, Thomas drove me to the airport, the atmosphere in the car heavy with unspoken emotions. As we reached the airport, we stood outside the terminal, the weight of parting setting in. I pulled him into a tight hug, our relationship captured in that moment. “I want you to have my medal. So our connection will endure the distance,” I said, removing the item from my neck. He refused it. I insisted. He refused it again.
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A strange silence fell there, as if something was wrong. Neither of us could say goodbye properly. Suddenly, Thomas pulled out his cell phone and began scrolling through pictures. “Hey Leo, check this out. My friend Aksel from Denmark is visiting in two weeks, along with his boyfriend, the twink Lukas. They are an interesting duo.”
Thomas showed me the picture. Two strikingly handsome men, their physiques evident in the photo. “Damn, they are hot indeed, like a couple of Greek gods.”
Thomas chuckled. “Yeah, and they have an open relationship. Aksel is strictly top and Lukas is vers. They are actually on the lookout for a bottom guy to join them for some fun while they’re here. I thought it might be something you’d find interesting.”
I smiled. He knew I liked a challenge. My cock was becoming hard and very outlined though my pants. I hugged Thomas. “Hey, someone got really excited, uh?” Thomas laughed. “You can almost see this huge cock jumping out.”
I hugged him even tighter, pressing my cock against his body. “Hey, Thomas… “I finally said. “I got an idea here. Why don’t we go home now, and I fuck you wearing just my medal on my chest?”
Thomas smiled broadly. “But you are going to miss your plane, Leo.”
“I know,” I replied. “I was already thinking about coming back in two weeks after you told me about Aksel and Lukas. So… why don’t I stay here and we start the preparations for the next competition?”
Thomas chuckled: “Aksel is no competition for you. Lukas is going to droll over your 10 plus inches.”
I laughed. “I was talking about the next bodybuilding competition, Couch.”
“Oh, I know. In this case, let’s go to the Viking’s Temple to train. Just the two of us. There are some new poses we need to try.”
THE END.