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CHAPTER 1: ARROGANT JOCK
This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years old.
I’m not a good-looking guy. Have you seen those perfectly smooth, toned guys with flashy smiles and cute hair? The ones that pose shirtless in front of the gym mirror, flexing their biceps and showing off their ripped six pack? The ones that have thousands of followers on Instagram to drool over their pictures, zoom in on their crotches, beg for their attention? No, I’m not one of them. Don’t get me wrong, guys stare at me all the time, when I’m walking down the street, when I’m working out in the gym. But it’s not to admire my cute smile and freshly cut hair. It’s because to them I look like a monster: 6’6 tall, 260 pounds, muscled, tree trunk arms, short balding hair, ugly ass jaw, I could go on, but you get the picture. Most guys are either terrified of me or look up at me like I’m some kind of wolf pack leader. I don’t care either way- I keep to myself most of the time. If one of the smaller guys asks for fitness tips, I’ll help out. It’s no big deal. But every now and then a cocky little asshole shows up. Usually hot and arrogant as fuck, with a perky bubblebutt and a fucked-up attitude, I know them when I see them. They’re the kind of guys who look down on everyone else, acting all tough and macho like they’re the alphas of this world. Well, I teach guys like that a lesson.
Bryce was exactly like that. I was in the gym locker rooms when I first saw him. He walked out of the showers with a towel around his waist, perfectly chiselled abs and big pecs, wet brown hair, pretty blue eyes. Half the guys in the room turned around – yeah the gym I go to is in Hell’s Kitchen – and ogled him. He was hot and he obviously knew it, sporting a permanent arrogant grin, marching through the locker room like he owned the place. When he dropped his towel, they all stared at his dick. Yeah, he was hung- probably eight inches when hard- but dicks are not my thing. It was only when he turned around that I felt my dick throb. Round and muscular, perfectly smooth, it was one of the hottest asses I had ever seen. I couldn’t help but picture him on all fours, moaning like a bitch as I stretched his hairless hole wide open. My dick got rock hard in seconds. Yeah, I have a thing for smooth round ass. Bryce pulled up his Calvin Kleins, adjusted his junk, and got fully dressed. It was as he was getting ready to leave that I heard him speak for the first time in a loud, baritone voice: “This place fucking stinks. A shower wouldn’t kill ya.” He kicked the swing door open and walked out. Some guys looked up confused. I laughed. The guy was a fucking asshole.
I got used to seeing him in the gym. He was always in tight tank tops, gym shorts and long white socks- everything he wore had been selected with the sole purpose of showcasing his muscular arms and legs. I’d seen him on the bench press, groaning loudly after each rep, his chest completely pumped. In between sets he often stood in front of the mirror, one hand holding up his top to show off his sweaty six pack and chest and the other snapping photos. One thirst trap after another. He posted most of them on Instagram- I looked him up as soon as he walked out of the locker room that day- and they all got hundreds of likes in seconds. Photo of Bryce shirtless on the beach: 1,000 likes. Photo of him in tight shorts, his thick dick bulging: 8,000 likes. I wasn’t surprised to see that the comment section was full of thirsty creeps and desperate anon profiles showering him with compliments. “Hot, daddy!” read one. “Omg he’s packing!” read another and so on. I also spotted him on Grindr one day. His profile was completely anonymous, no username, no face picture but I recognised him from the shredded abs and the cocky pose. The profile description was exactly what I expected: “XXL dom top for sub bottom. Clean and in shape only. No old creeps or fat.” I looked up and spotted him across the gym. He was wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. His big round ass was tightly wrapped in a pair of blue shorts that made it look juicier than ever. My dick was getting hard again. Yeah, I have a thing for cocky dom tops as well.
For a while I hadn’t really made up my mind what I wanted to do with the little asshole, but then he left me no choice. I was in the locker rooms, just about to head home, when I noticed Bryce coming in. Not a word to anyone as always. Cool and arrogant as fuck, he just marched to a locker and started changing into his gym clothes.
At that point, I noticed one of the younger guys standing next to Bryce, lingering awkwardly in the space. It was Andy, a twenty-something nerdy guy with glasses and pimply skin. He was small, maybe 5’7, and one of the skinniest guys in there. Pale white arms and legs and skinny like sticks. I only knew him as a shy kid who looked at the bigger guys from afar and generally kept to himself. In fact, I hadn’t heard him speak until that very moment. He turned to Bryce with an apologetic look on his face, then cleared his throat. Bryce shot him a hostile look.
“What?”
“Hey, man,” Andy’s voice was squeaky and faint.
“Yeah, what?”
“Could you make some space? I need to change,” Andy said shyly and pointed a finger at the bench, every inch of which was occupied by Bryce’s gym bag, shorts, water bottle, and so on.
“Find another bench,” Bryce said.
Andy stammered. “They’re all full…”
“Not my problem,” Bryce said, and he didn’t even bother to look up from his gym bag.
“If you could just move some of your stuff…”
“Are you dumb or something? I said no. Get lost.”
Andy went completely red and took a step back. It looked he had been knocked off balance. As if that wasn’t enough, Bryce continued: “And do yourself a favour and buy some deodorant. You fucking stink, man.”
I didn’t see Andy’s reaction because he had already turned around and was making his way out of the locker rooms, but I could tell the back of his neck and ears had turned red.
“Some fucking freaks in here…” Bryce said under his breath, but we all heard.
And that was the moment that Bryce ran out of chances.
A few days later, I made my move. I was sitting around in the locker rooms waiting for him to finish his workout when I noticed that he’d changed his Grindr profile description to “XXL dom top. Horny. Looking for now.” It was a good sign. I waited for a little while longer, then kicked off my shorts and hit the showers.
Now there’s something you should know about me. I have a big dick. Now I know it makes sense- I’m a big guy so it’s hardly a surprise- but it’s actually not just big. It’s a huge one. It’s an ugly, thick bastard with a veiny shaft and a thick cockhead. Most guys struggle to take it in their mouths let alone up the ass. But funnily enough, I have decades of experience that prove that they can’t really resist it either. It drives them crazy.
So, I couldn’t help but smile when Bryce walked into the showers – you could hear his arrogance in the way his flip flops hit the wet floor – and stared directly at my rock-hard dick. A stunned expression on his face, blue eyes wide open, lips slightly parted. He stood there and watched as I ran my hand up and down my veiny monster. The shocked look on his face was enough to make my dick throb.
“You can touch it,” my voice startled him. He looked up, flushed and speechless.
“Huh? Nah, man. Not my thing,” he stammered and entered another stall.
I looked at his perfectly sculptured ass as he walked away. After a minute or two, I shot a huge creamy load all over the shower wall, groaning loudly just so he could hear.
Afterward, when he walked into the locker room, I knew that there was something on his mind. He looked away awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. He changed in front of his locker as always and shoved his sweaty gym clothes in his bag. I sat there the whole time, my soft dick and balls hanging heavily between my legs.
“You dropped your panties.” I said and pointed at his Calvin Kleins on the floor. He turned around and looked at me - his eyes landing immediately on my dick. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to get him on his knees and shove my dick in his face, watching him struggle as it stretched his throat.
“What are you looking at, man?” I chuckled.
“Nothing, man.” He turned around again, flushed and confused. I watched him silently, savouring his shame.
“You wanna suck?”
“No.” He tried to sound tough. “I’m top only. I don’t suck.”
“Yeah, sure. You’ll fucking love it. All guys do.”
He shot me one last look, then turned back to his locker. The door swung open and two other guys walked in. I got dressed and left but not before shooting him a text on Grindr: “This is my address. Be there in 20.”
You’re probably thinking there’s no way he’d show up, right? Well, you’d be surprised. I’ve found that orders work really well on arrogant jocks like Bryce. There’s something about a big dick contest, the excitement of having their dominance questioned, that fucks with their mind. They love it, or maybe they hate it, but in any case, they can’t resist it. And soon enough, fifteen minutes later to be precise, Bryce found himself sitting on my couch, with his arms crossed at his chest and a weird look on his face, as if he was struggling to figure out what led him there in the first place. I had opened the door in my boxers, making sure he got an eyeful of my bulge as he walked in, and now, as I lay back on the couch opposite him, half my dick was hanging out my shorts. Yeah, I caught him looking at it.
At first all he wanted to do was talk. I grabbed us two beers and he opened his using his teeth. What a stud. He said he was strictly a top - a dominant top - and that he had no plans to bottom for anyone. He loved punishing horny sub boys, stretching out their tight holes, making them worship his feet, his balls, his big cock. He showed me photos of them on his phone: a cute blonde guy with blue eyes slobbering on his cock, then a smaller but very muscular guy staring lustfully into the camera while sucking Bryce’s toes. There were many more. All of them cute with hot smooth bodies, perky butts. Just like Bryce. “Maybe we could fuck one of them together,” he said with an arrogant grin. “You know, together we’d destroy them.” He laughed. “Don’t think so,” was all I said.
He rambled on for a while longer, bragging about the guys he’d fucked, the ones he was planning to fuck. He was already done with his third beer, and I could notice the alcohol was having its effects on him. For such a macho guy he was clearly a lightweight. I handed him a double whiskey and he took it without even looking. At some point he started complaining about the guys in the gym. “It’s a fucking freakshow, man. All these creepy old dudes with hair on their backs… kills the vibe. There’s not even one half-decent ass in there.”
Now he wasn’t entirely wrong. Most of the gym regulars were not very pretty to look at. There was Jerry, a middle aged dude with a round belly who was so hairy- his chest, arms and back were covered in dense, dark fur- that he looked like creature straight out of a horror film, then there was Mike, 60-something, who spent most of his time in the locker rooms trying to make eye contact with the younger guys, and then there was Pete, a small guy- 5’5 or so with a tiny little dick to match who walked around naked a lot and giggled incessantly to please the bigger guys. Like I said, they weren’t very pretty to look at and the rest of them weren’t any better. No, they weren’t like Bryce with his movie-star looks, big porn-star cock and perfect round ass.
He opened a text message on his phone and flashed a cocky grin.
“This dude just texted me. You wanna take turns on his ass? It’s a perfect pussy,” he said and showed me a few photos of a hot blond guy. He did have a nice pussy.
“No. I don’t take turns with anyone.”
“Come on, man. He’s hot, I’m telling you. The two of us together, we could…”
“Not interested.”
“Okay, man. Whatever.”
I could tell that the idea had turned him on. He adjusted his bulge and took another gulp from his whiskey. It was time to speed things up a bit. I pulled up one of my videos on my laptop and hit play.
“I only play solo. See for yourself.”
“Fuck, man. What’s that?” he said and moved closer.
The video showed a 20-something muscled guy posing for the camera with his cute bubble butt arched in the air. I was filming him. He pulled his ass cheeks apart and exposed his tiny little hole. “Like this, Sir?” The guy said in the video. His voice was deep, masculine, just like Bryce’s. “Yeah. Good girl,” my voice sounded hoarse, a few octaves lower.
“Shit, you filmed this?” Bryce’s eyes were glued to the screen.
“Yeah, watch what I did to him,” I said. Same thing I’m going to do to you, Bryce.
“Don’t move,” I said in the video. The camera moved closer to the guy’s arched ass till his smooth hole was just inches from the lens “Ready to become a slut, baby?” I teased the young jock, but he didn’t say anything. He just waited, with his hands still holding his ass cheeks, displaying his hole just like I told him. The camera panned down and my dick came into view.
“Fuck, man.” I heard Bryce mumble under his breath next to me.
Yeah, the contrast was pretty startling. My thick dick looked like a fucking monster next to the guy’s tiny asshole. Rock-hard, veins pumping, it looked like it was going to split his ass in two. I spat on his puss - it twitched - and took a step forward. “Open up.” I lined my cock with his hole and pushed. The guy groaned and gasped and soon started screaming as my ten incher tore through his ass, inch by inch, my thick shaft stretching his pink lips, till my pubes slammed against his smooth ass.
“Fuuuuuuck”, he screamed like a girl.
The video continued playing: a shot of me pulling his hair as I pounded into his hole, another of me pulling out- his hole tightened immediately- and then shoving my dick back in. His yelps and whiny moans coming out of the laptop speakers were the only noise in my living room for a while- well that, and Bryce’s heavy breathing. You see the hot jock couldn’t get enough of it. Seeing my monster cock destroying a muscle ass and hearing the guy’s desperate screams was having its effect on him. Pupils dilated, mouth open, alcohol rushing through his veins, poor Bryce looked like he was being hypnotized. It wasn’t long before I saw his hand move over to his bulge and squeeze his dick. Yeah, it was time. I left the video playing and kicked back.
“Have you ever sucked a real man’s cock?”
Bryce turned away from the screen and looked at me. His eyes widened in shock. I had pulled my rock-hard dick out and was slowly jerking off only inches away from his face. A large drop of precum had already appeared on the tip of my cock. I smeared it on the shaft and kept going. The jock swallowed hard. He kept his eyes on my dick the whole time, watching as my fist stroked my massive dickhead.
“I’m good, man,” Bryce managed to mumble.
“Come on man. Put your hand on it. I won’t tell your boys.”
What with the sound of that jock being turned into a cumslut, the sight of the biggest dick he’d ever seen only inches from his face, and the twitching cock in his undies, Bryce was losing the battle. And when he shot me one last confused look – pleading almost – I knew that I was going to have the time of my life turning him into my personal cumdump. I simply reached out and put my hand on the back of his head. Bryce said nothing. He didn’t even resist as I guided his face closer to my lap- so close that he could smell the musk of my balls and the precum running down my shaft- and used my fingers to open his mouth. He just looked on, red-faced and confused.
“Now suck,” I growled and shoved my cock in his mouth. He struggled- they all do at first- as my girth stretched his lips and inch after inch of my dick assaulted his throat. He choked and gagged again and again, his throat vibrating around my shaft. After a moment, I felt resistance as he tried to pull away, but my tight grip on his head kept him right where I wanted him. I just kept going, feeding Bryce his first monster cock, bruising the back of his throat and coating the inside of his mouth with my precum. I just loved the sight of his handsome face choking on dick for the first time, his beautiful eyes tearing up, his cute lips covered in spit. After a while, I stood up. Bryce looked up at me and wiped the drool off his chin with the back of his hand.
“Man…” he stuttered, struggling to catch his breath.
Before he could say another word, I grabbed him by the hair and stuck my dick right back in his tight mouth. He squealed, spit flying from the corners of his mouth. I started face fucking him – this time faster and harder – like his throat was just a hole for me to screw.
“Take it, slut.” Taunts work really well in my experience. They get macho guys like Bryce all excited and confused. Hearing a bigger guy calling them a girl? A fag? A cumdump? It completely fucks with their mind.
“That’s it. Good girl, relax that throat.” Bryce just kept taking it, drool and precum smeared all over his pretty face. It was working alright. I could now fit nearly seven inches in his used throat.
Bryce soon found himself doing stuff he never thought he would do for another guy. When I buried his face in my balls and ordered him to lick, he hesitated only for a moment before sticking out his tongue and tasting my musky ball sweat. “Lick them clean.” He proceeded to give my ball sack a tongue bath. He licked my balls like I told him, rolled his tongue between them, got them nice and wet. Turns out Bryce was great at following orders. For a macho top dude, he really got a kick out of servicing a bigger guy. I wondered what his bottom boys would think if they saw him licking my balls while my cock dripped precum all over his face. Would they still call him daddy and let him pound their pussies into a pulp? I don’t think so.
After half an hour of having his face buried in my lap, sucking, licking, gurgling on my cock, I felt my balls tighten. “Get ready, baby. I’m gonna feed you a big load.” Bryce shot me a panicked look and tried to pull away, but I moved quickly. I shoved my cock back in his mouth and held his head with both hands. He wasn’t going anywhere. He looked up at me in fear and moaned something incoherent. Guess he’d never eaten a guy’s stinky load before.
“I’m cumming.” Fuck, it felt good. I shot torrent after torrent of thick spunk in his mouth, all over his tongue, deep down his throat. Bryce’s eyes bulged. “Do you like it, baby?” I know my cum has a strong taste and boys usually hate it, but I just love seeing their horrified expressions as they try to swallow it. I pulled out of his wet mouth and kept shooting all over his face – on his cute nose, his sharp jaw, his wavy brown hair. I was very generous with Bryce that night. After fucking his mouth for so long, I just couldn’t stop cumming. I gave my dick one last tug and took a step back to admire my work. Bryce’s handsome face was glazed in white cream and the room smelled of cum and sweat. I couldn’t imagine the shock he felt when my thick cum filled his mouth or when its pungent smell hit his nostrils. Still on his knees, cum dripping down his tight tank top, he stared at me like a lost puppy, as if he was about to say something but couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Dude…” he managed to mumble in between breaths.
“Good girl. Beat it now.”
After that night, I didn’t hear from Bryce for a while. He skipped the gym for two or three days in a row, which was very unlike him, and when he finally showed up a few days later he hit the weights with headphones on, avoiding eye contact, keeping quiet, trying to block everything out. Later on in the locker rooms, he did his best to act like I wasn’t standing right there with my cock out watching him as he changed into his work clothes. He left with a cute flush on his cheeks. Yeah, I had fucked with his mind alright.
Then one night, as I was getting home from work, my phone buzzed.
“Hey dude.” Bryce had messaged me on Grindr. His new profile pic showed him shirtless, flexing his right arm in front of a mirror and sticking his tongue out like a frat boy. His big bulge was – deliberately – showing through his grey sweatpants.
I ignored him.
“What’s up?” Another message, maybe ten minutes later.
I ignored him again.
“Doing anything tonight?”
I shot him a text:
“My place. Half an hour.”
Nothing for a minute. Then, finally:
“Ok.”
To be continued...
