I’d moved to a new town in my mid-twenties. Good life, good friends and a very fit and accommodating housemate, Tay. He was a regular gym goer, like me. 23, about 6’ and a body getting to that ‘perfect’ shape with defined abs, great pecs and solid arms with legs like tree trunks.
We were both very similar in personality and liked the same things although he was a total bottom while I was a total top. Getting to know him and his kinky tendencies opened me up to a whole set of new ideas.
I was around 25 at the time, 6’1, broad chest & tight abs with strong legs and still packing 8.5” of constantly horned meat between my legs.
One night while I was out at the bar with Tay, we bumped into an old school friend of his, Phil. You could tell Phil wanted to get in Tay’s pants. It was funny to watch but both being bottoms, Tay just wasn’t interested.
When Tay introduced me to Phil, I wasn’t impressed physically at all. 22, tall at around 6’5, skinny with a 36" chest and 28" waist, no real definition in his body, messy brown hair, awful dress sense, and not particularly attractive.
What intrigued me was the look in his eyes. Instantly it was obvious that he was a kinky little fucker. He looked me up and down, pausing for a while on my crotch and licking his lips.
He told Tay he wanted to show him something and, looking directly at me with a twinkle in his eye as he did it, lifted the left arm of his T-shirt where he’d just had ‘I’m All Yours, Sir’ tattooed on his upper shoulder. It still had the plastic wrap over it so it looked a bit of a mess. Tay just rolled his eyes and laughed. My cock jumped in my jeans.
We chatted and laughed for a while, slowly getting more and more drunk. Tay peeled off to pick up a barman he’d had his eye on for months. If he succeeded this time, I knew I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight and neither was he. The guy was twice the size of him and would be throwing Tay around to room in all positions, all night. Despite our rooms being at opposite ends of the house, Tay wasn’t a quiet fuck. But if you stuffed your cock far enough down his throat, it shut him up for a while at least.
While Tay was latched on to the bar, Phil whispered in my ear.
‘Do you like my tattoo sir?’
‘How do you know I’m a sir, ‘boy’?’ I said, mockingly and actually using air quotes.
‘Oh I know a true Alpha when I see one. You can use my holes any time you like.’
I just laughed at him and raised my glass in a toast ‘Deal’.
In truth, I had no intention of using him. I wasn’t an alpha back then. I didn’t really know what I was. I just enjoyed experimenting and exploring opportunities but the sub / alpha thing just didn’t feel right. Yet.
At the end of the night, we went our separate ways, Tay didn’t score with the barman and we packed Phil off to his house in a taxi, he was too far gone to even know where he lived, let alone explain it to the taxi driver. Tay told him where to go and we closed the door before walking home.
‘So, Phil is…. Interesting?’
‘Did he try and get in your pants? Wait, stupid question. Why didn’t you?’
‘He’s not really my type.’ Tay rolled his eyes and smiled.
‘He’s human, has a hole and a pulse. He’s your type.’
I punched him in the arm and he grabbed my crotch, taunting me and laughing to himself.
‘I’ll get you back, Taylor.’ His face changed to mock anger and he pouted all the way home. He hated being called by his full name so naturally, I loved doing it. If you say it when you’re fucking him, his power bottom tendencies really kick in and he goes to town - pure bliss unloading in him when he’s like that.
A few weeks later, Tay had finally hooked the barman and invited him back to ours for date night - aka full on fuck fest where I was both not welcome and something I didn’t really want to have to listen to. I’d been resorting to wanking for weeks, trying to be good and keeping it in my pants for a while at least.
I was sat in a local bar, trying to get at least one of my recently coupled friends to come out and keep me company when Phil text me out of the blue. Obviously, he’d heard about date night with the barman and my self imposed celibacy from Tay - who had also given Phil my number without asking.
‘I hear you might have blue balls and be at a loose end tonight. Can I help you sir?’
My balls began twitching. I knew Phil still lived with his mum across town and with Tay and the barman skanking the house up at home, I didn’t really have anywhere to go. Our nearest sauna was 40 miles away. If I was going to get any from him, it was outside.
‘I could definitely use a blowjob but I’m being good right now.’
‘I won’t tell anyone sir, it’ll be our little secret and I promise to empty those balls so you can concentrate.’
He texted me a picture of his arse, hairless cheeks spread wide and exposing a perfect pink pucker. While the rest of him wasn’t much to look at, the sight of his hole got my cock as stiff as a board. When that happens, it never fails to take over my head.
I downed my second full pint of lemonade and text him back.
‘Meet me in the car park by the nature reserve in 15 minutes. Bring lube.’
‘Already in my car sir. Be there in 10.’
I drove up to the reserve, usually a popular cruising spot, it was empty except for Phil’s little red ford fiesta.
We got out of our cars and he greeted me with a grin. Still not much to look at but he’d sorted out his hair and was wearing just a T-shirt and joggers with trainers. I could see the outline of a jock hugging his arse as he walked. Easy access.
He walked in to the reserve and I followed. We didn’t speak at all until after about 5 minutes walking and finding a quiet, secluded piece of flat ground away from the main path.
‘How do you want me sir?’
‘On your knees.‘
‘Yes sir. I will do whatever you say or need sir. My holes are yours to use.’
I opened my flies and let out my raging 8.5” boner with a spring. It almost slapped Phil in the face as he stared at it in shock.
‘Fuck sir, I didn’t realise how hung and thick you really were. I thought Tay was exaggerating. I’m not sure I can take it all.’
‘Too late to back out now. Suck it.’
He opened his mouth and slowly slid his tongue and lips down my shaft until it hit the back of his throat, just after half way down. I loved watching his thick, pink lips stretching around my cock.
He looked up with a apprehencive look in his eyes and I just stared back with a raised eyebrow. He knew that meant he had to keep going. Eventually he was able to relax his throat enough to take 3/4 of my dick without gagging too much. My balls were coated in his saliva which was dripping down onto the front of his trackies. Each time he tried to take more of me, he gagged, constricting his throat around my already throbbing cock and driving me wild in the process.
After more than 15 minutes of trying and failing to swallow my whole cock, he gave up and begged me to fuck him.
I flipped him on to his knees like a rag doll - he weighed virtually nothing compared to Tay and some of the others who were my usual type. I suddenly felt powerful, able to do whatever I wanted, how I wanted, with his willing hole. He slid his trackies down around his knees and passed me the lube from his pocket.
As slick as my dick was with all his saliva, I didn’t need much lube. I fingered a little into his hole to open him up as he let out a satisfied moan and I lined up my cock with that perfect, pink pucker.
I watched intently as I slowly pushed my fat mushroom head past his sphincter. His hole snapped around my head perfectly and it felt like it would never let go. I slowly pressed my entire dick into his willing hole until I finally bottomed out with my trimmed pubes meeting his arse cheeks and the underside of my cock brushing his prostate. He let out an almighty moan as I slowly fucked him from base to tip and back again, constantly watching his hole stretch around my cock and gripping it with every movement. His hole was perfect and I knew I had to breed him.
After a few minutes of very slow, deep fucking, I started to realise that my bladder, as well as my balls, were full. As I bottomed out in his hole, I had the familiar pain of my full bladder, pressing against him. I REALLY needed a piss and now.
‘I really need a piss. Stay there like that, I’ll be back in a sec.’
‘No, stay in me.’ He moved his hips back and used his hand to hold my arse as I went to pull out. I started to panic.
‘I really need a piss, I’ll be 2 seconds.’
‘Stay in me and let go. Just go now.’
‘You want me to piss IN you?’ I was confused, surely he didn’t mean it.
‘Yes, please sir. I said you could use me however you needed me. Use my hole now. Just let go. I’m yours to use.’
It took a a second to comprehend what he was saying but he was still holding me inside him and I wasn’t left with much choice. I was about to piss myself - inside Phil’s hole, whether I liked it or not.
It took a few seconds for me to consciously rearrange the muscles in my still fully erect and throbbing cock, to allow me to piss. But when I finally did, I let out a sigh of relief as my full bladder emptied into Phil’s guts. Hearing this and feeling my cock giving him a piss enema of my two pints of lemonade from the bar, without touching himself, Phil shot his load into his trackies. I felt his arse muscles contract around my dick, desperately trying to hold everything in.
After what felt like and eternity, my bladder was empty and Phil was full to the brim. It started to seep out around my dick, which had remained rock solid through the entire ordeal. I felt a sense of relief before I was snapped back to reality by Phil’s voice.
‘Keep fucking me. I can take it.’
My balls and cock regained control of my brain and I fucked him deep and hard. Every inward thrust resulted in a stream of my own hot piss being forced out of his hole and over my balls, slapping against his drained balls and clearing away any lube that might have been left. I continued to watch Phil’s hole gripping and stretching around my as the added friction brought me orgasm closer.
I could feel my balls pulling up as the sensations within his arse teased my cock. The intense and kinky thoughts of what I was doing to this lad filled my brain and I fucked him deeper and harder than I had before. The ultimate power and humiliating position he found himself in, spurring me on. His moans of pleasure and pain filled the clearing as I hammered my hips into his willing cheeks.
After just a minute, I was firing my load into his hole and mixing it with the last pint of piss in Phil’s guts as I kept fucking him to release the final drops of cum into him.
I was spent and all I could smell was my piss. Phil had cum a second time without touching himself.
As I pulled out, a gush of cum and piss left him before he managed to stem the flow and keep the rest in.
I had no words. That was the most disgusting yet one of the hottest things I had ever done. My jeans were soaked and I stank.
I stood up and told Phil I needed to leave now. He stayed on all fours, soaked through as I walked back to the car in a daze. I didn’t want to get in my car like this so I stood next to it for a few minutes while I processed what just happened. I soon got over it and realised how hot it was, starting to chub up again as Phil walked back into the car park carrying his trackies.
I told him how hot that was and apologised for just walking off. It was a good thing I did as I didn’t need to see what he did before he walked back to his car so he could sit down without ruining the upholstery.
We chatted while I dried out in the sun. Phil hid himself behind his car in case anyone drove in.
We parted ways and I headed back home, not really caring that Tay was being hammered into the wall by the barman. I just went for a shower then fell asleep on my bed - totally satisfied but still a little confused. Did I really just do that?
