I woke up the next day with my head pounding. I got up and showered, hoping it would help, but it did little to ease the throbbing in my skull. I dressed and walked out into the living room. Angel was already in the kitchen, whipping up some breakfast for us. I couldn’t help but notice he was wearing canvas shorts and a tank top that hugged him in all the right places. I took a seat at the kitchen island, thoughts swirling. How were we going to move past this? I mean, we’re all tops, and what happened last night was just crazy.
Scott walked out of his room, crossed the room, and sat on the stool next to me. A minute passed before the silence was broken by Angel. “Guys, let's not let what happened last night ruin our vacation. We’re tops who got carried away,” Angel said with a commanding tone that made me and Scott want to believe him. “Now, let's drink up,” he added, handing me and Scott a drink. “Nothing better to get rid of a hangover,” he said as we both gulped it down. “Now, let's get ready to make some twinks our bitches,” he said, raising his glass for a toast.
Surprisingly, that was all we needed. We started joking around as usual, as if last night never happened. We loved topping, and that’s all that mattered. We headed down to the pool and slipped off our shorts. I was wearing a blue Speedo that showed off my ass in the back and bulged in the front. I must admit, I loved watching all the so-called straight men checking me out, as well as their girlfriends. I was proud of my physique, so why not show it off to catch some prey at the pool?
“Damn, Dustin, you’ve been working out,” Scott said, slapping my ass as he walked by. “Three times a week,” I replied. I had been putting in the work, waking up at 5 a.m. to be in the gym by 5:40am, making sure I rotated my workouts to target as many muscle groups as possible. “I’ve been swimming a lot more, trying to stay lean,” Angel said as he pulled off his canvas shorts to reveal the smallest of Speedos, the fabric gripping his manhood tightly and prominently. “Do they look okay?” Angel asked. I gulped silently, pretending I hadn’t just been caught looking. “Yeah, but they look kinda tight,” I replied. “Nah, they fit like a glove. Look,” Angel said, walking over and pulling down the Speedo to show me the lining. I could see his faint hair trail leading to a well-trimmed area just above the base of his cock. “Well, mine are a little loose to better show the merchandise,” I said, relieved. Angel and I then looked at our well-toned wrestling buddy Scott, standing in all his glory, sporting a white Speedo that left little to the imagination. The white Speedo clearly outlined his thick tool and swollen nuts. For a moment, all I could do was imagine Scott on all fours again, cumming hands-free, his cock and balls slapping against his legs.
To my surprise, Angel suggested Scott remove the liner to help him seal the deal with the twinks already walking around, making themselves known to us. “What do you think, Dustin?” Scott asked, unsure and unconvinced. “I think Angel’s right,” I said. “We’re here to bring some bottoms home,” I added. Scott sat across from me as Angel went off to find the bar. Scott pulled off his Speedo and placed a small towel over his lap as he worked on yanking out the lining. He was giving me a great view of his cock and balls as they hung lower than the towel he had put in his lap. Scott made short work of the lining and slipped the Speedo back on. “How does it look now?” he asked, standing in front of me in all his glory. The missing lining made a huge difference; now you could clearly see the outline and some skin tone. It actually made Scott look like a sexual beast. “Yeah, much better,” I replied.
“I’m back, bitches,” Angel said, walking back with drinks in hand. We did our best frat-boy drink choreography before gulping them down. “Darn it, I forgot the chaser,” Angel said, setting his drink down and running off to the bar.
Not a minute later, Scott was already chatting up this teenage-looking college twink. The pool twink was hypnotized by the Speedo, and Scott made sure to adjust himself to keep the twink's eyes glued to him. “Well, four is a crowd, I’m afraid,” I said, giving Angel a nod in agreement as he handed me another drink. I gulped it down without a second thought. “Let’s go back to the house and give these two some room,” Angel suggested, and I agreed. We headed back to the house and up the main stairs.
I walked into the house we rented, feeling surprisingly drunk. “What a lightweight,” I heard Angel say. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle one more.” I smiled and said, “One more or two more, I hold my liquor better than you.” Angel smiled sweetly as he handed me another drink. I honestly have no idea where the last drink came from, but I gulped it down just the same. Immediately, I was slurring my words, and my balance was way off. I felt disconnected somehow. “Here we are, in my big room,” I heard Angel say as he sat me at the edge of his bed. In front of me was a closet with two huge mirrored sliding doors, reflecting the entire bed.
Angel sat next to me at the edge of the bed. In my current drunk state, I looked down and noticed that Angel was, in fact, naked. My cock stirred and hardened on its own. Confusion and uneasiness washed over me, but they were quickly banished as Angel reached out and pulled me into a kiss. I tried to push him away, but he held me in place with one hand while the other started rubbing my hard bulge. His mouth was hot and wet, and I moaned as he assaulted my body with his mouth and hands.
“Here, let me get you comfortable,” he said, laying me on my stomach, facing the headboard that also had a large mirror reflecting my well-muscled ass and Angel beside me on his knees, holding a bottle of poppers. I tried to move, but he was lying on top of me, placing the bottle under my nose. “Long sniff,” he commanded, and I complied. “Another,” he said, and I obeyed. The rush of the poppers hit me, and I just melted onto the bed. I heard the sound of another bottle opening, followed by the wet oil being spread on my ass and hole. I couldn’t help but moan. “Fuck yeah, Dustin, your ass is mine tonight,” I heard Angel say as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. “Look at yourself, Dustin, look and enjoy.” From this position, I saw Angel hold up a lubed finger and swiftly bury it in my hole. “Aaah,” I whispered. “Yeah, Dustin, squeeze my finger with your hole,” he instructed, and I did. I squeezed, a mix of shame and eroticism I had never known before flooding me.
A few minutes later, I was groaning like a bitch in heat. “Take a hit,” Angel ordered, and I did, breathing deeply, sending me to another level. “Look at me, Dustin,” he commanded, and I focused on the reflection just in time to see Angel dip two fingers into my ass. “That’s right, Dustin, I’m gonna work your ass now.” Before I knew it, Angel was power fucking me with two fingers, pumping them in three times before pulling them all the way out and jamming them back in. I was moaning and yelping, but I never stopped looking at my reflection. My strong, muscular body was being used and abused, and I was loving it. “Hello, earth to Dustin,” Angel said, bringing me back to reality. I focused again to see Angel plunge three fingers into my ass, assaulting my hole. I felt the bottle under my nose and quickly took three deep hits of the poppers, flying again.
“Don’t think you’re a top anymore, Dustin,” I heard Angel whisper into my ear. He was now lying on top of me, his arms under me, holding my face up to the mirror. Through it, I could see his cock along the crack of my ass
I was in and out of a daze, but Angel was relentless. He shifted, pulling me back against him. "Look at yourself, Dustin. See what you are now," Angel said, forcing me to focus on the mirror. His thick cock was pressing against my hole, and I could feel it stretching me as he pushed in.
“Aaaah!” I cried out as he breached my entrance. My body was on fire, the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming me. Angel didn’t give me time to adjust; he began thrusting in and out, holding me tight against him. I tried to move, to escape, but my body betrayed me, and I found myself pushing back against him, wanting more.
“Yeah, that’s it, Dustin. Take it all,” Angel grunted. The bed rocked beneath us, and all I could do was watch in the mirror as Angel fucked me hard. He was relentless, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. I could feel my cock pulsing, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets beneath me.
Angel grabbed my hips and slammed into me harder, his pace quickening. Angel didn’t stop. He kept pounding into me, chasing his release. The pleasure was too much, and I let Angel use me until he finally came with a guttural growl, filling me with his cum.
A moment later he turned me over “Look at that rock hard cock. Did you cum Dustin” I said “no” and before I knew it, I was now at the edge of the bed again in front of the huge mirrors. Angel was behind me holding my legs up and close to my shoulders. My upper body was resting on his knees. Even Buzzed from poppers and drinks I could clearly see from my reflection, my toned muscled body, my ass and my red, swollen hole. I could see the cum trail from my asshole to the bed sheets. “Now jack off Dustin” and I did for the next few minutes I stroked as of my life depended on it, my balls were bouncing around as I changed hands to stroke and release my cock “Yeah put on a show for me Bitch” I was close and started to grunt and squirm but Angel was holding me tight, I was not gonna break free. “Imm gonna cum” I yelled and then to my utter surprise Angel spit into my open mouth and as I was now utterly lost in my orgasm, I swallowed. “Fuck yeah” I heard Angel say.
We lay there for what felt like hours, the room filled with the sound of my heavy breathing. I was exhausted, my body spent, but there was a strange sense of satisfaction in the aftermath.
Angel laid beside me, his hand brushing over my sweaty back. "Your my pussy boy now Dustin," he whispered.
I was still trying to process what had just happened. We were all tops, but the lines had been blurred. Angel had taken control, and I had let him. There was no going back now.
As I drifted off to sleep… “Yeah buddy no problem, be safe and wear protection. No he's fine, you know he cant hold his liquor, yeah I put him to bed”
…the last thought in my mind was how things would never be the same between us. We’d crossed a line, and there was no telling what would happen next.
