The difference in our sizes was definitely a turn on. My muscular legs and thighs looked huge hooked up on his shoulders, and in turn he looked small and boyish. holding them up. But I could feel his cock, thick and heavy, filling me up and stretching me out as he ploughed me.
***
In keeping with my current state of being horny for cock (rather than my usual state of hunting for a tight warm ass to fuck), I thought I’d tell you about Mikey. That’s not his real name, of course. I’m not sure what his real name is, to be honest, because I think the name he gave me was fake - but let’s just call him Mikey. I met him some years ago, on an IRC channel. I’d just moved into my own place, I’d just started a new job, and I was beginning my hedonistic life, meeting guys and having fun with no strings attached.
We got to chatting, and we got along well. He and I shared many of the same interests, and he was one of those guys who can do more than just talk about the gym, clubbing and fucking.
After talking to each other for a while, we exchanged stats and photos - I’ve never really been good at visualising people from a series of numbers, but it was obvious from his photo that he was very good-looking. I’d even say that he had model good looks, a really striking handsome face for a Chinese guy, very easy on the eye. Not even in a boyish way (which is my usual preference) - no, Mikey was definitely on the manly end of the spectrum. I think what helped things was that we got along so well, and that he lived pretty close to me.
***
He moved me through several different positions - he was always in charge, always in control, a definite change from my usual dates where I was the top. I rather enjoyed being dominated, obeying him quickly as he barked orders. Even just lying on my back, he spread my legs wide, then pushed forward so my legs were over me and I was curled up with more of my ass exposed, then leaned me back down and turned me to one side, spreading my legs so that one was flat on the bed while the other was on his shoulder, so he could get even further into me. All that time, I was full, so full of him, that big cock filling me up, gliding back and forth inside me, sending all kinds of sensations through me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I said, agreeing to whatever he asked me to do. I definitely had a fetish for being dominated by a smaller-framed guy, and Mikey was definitely living up to that for me.
***
The close proximity made meeting up the natural next step, and we made an appointment for a weekend afternoon, at a coffee shop that was a short walk from my home. Rather amusingly, both of us were wearing similar things - running shorts, sneakers, and army t-shirts. What wasn’t amusing was the difference in our stature, which caught me completely by surprise.
Mikey, in some ways, was the completely opposite of me. He was a small guy, had a fairly good build for someone of his height, but was definitely not someone I’d think of as gym-built. He was also pretty pale, which suited his good looks. He had a ready smile, but a very manly demeanour, and while we were the same age, I was easily a head or more taller than him, and definitely had a more muscular build.
Our conversation was as comfortable as it had been when we were online, but it didn’t take long for me to realise that Mikey had a big bulge in his shorts. We beat around the topic of sex for a bit, but eventually we both agreed that we found the other one hot, and wanted to do something about it. The only problem appeared to be that we were both tops, and Mikey insisted that he wasn’t at all interested in bottoming. I was completely captivated by the curved bulge in the front of his shorts, and I figured that I could bottom just this once. I invited him back to my place, an invitation that he accepted quickly.
The walk back to my flat seemed to take longer than usual, and by the time we were riding up in the lift, I was sporting a hardon to the point where I had a matching bulge in my shorts. I let him into the house, turned back to close the door, and when I turned back, he was naked in my living room.
“Come and suck me,” he said, and I obeyed, not even taking my clothes off before kneeling in front of him and bending down to take in his cock, which was full and thick. Now that he was naked, I could see how firm his body was, and I noticed particularly the erect dark nipples that crowned the slight bulge of his pecs. He had bushy armpit hair, which matched his thick pubic bush, and he also had legs that were lean and muscular.
He wasn’t gentle with me at all, shoving his hard cock into my mouth and fucking my face hard, making me gag on his cock, bringing tears to my eyes. Clearly he was going to be dominant, and rather than feeling upset or angry, it seemed to bring out my submissive side - I wanted to pleasure him, and I did my best to take him, even though I was struggling with his man meat.
***
“On your knees,” he commanded, and I obeyed, getting on all fours and presenting him with my ass. He spanked me a couple of times, then reached around to jack on my cock that hung down, hard, below me, milking me like a cow. He entered me from behind, surprisingly slowly, fucking me deep and slow for a while, before climbing further up and fucking me hard and fast like a dog in heat. I pushed back, wanting more of him in me - he was so big, and thick, and my hole was hungry for him to fill me up.
***
Mikey’s dominant attitude was not limited to his speech. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, ignoring the drool dripping down my chin and the tears in my eyes, slapping my face hard with his bone, before lifting it up and telling me to “suck my balls”. I did that, sucking first one, then another, trying hard to maintain eye contact to make sure that I was pleasing him. The bottom/submissive role was new to me, so the best I could do was obey commands as best that I could. He let me have his cock to suck again, but just as I was getting into it, he pulled out again, and turned around, bending over.
“Lick out my ass,” he said, “Make it good,” and I did my best, rimming his musky manhole, tonguing his pale pink bud, listening to his gasps and moans and knowing that I was pleasing him.
“Ready to get fucked?” he grunted, and I said, “Yes, oh, yes,” and hurried to strip off before grabbing my supplies and handing them to him. He rolled on a condom and lubed it up - it was stretched so tight on him that I thought it might burst. He pushed me onto the floor, the marble cold against my back, as he pulled my legs up on his shoulders and slapped some lube roughly on my hole.
He entered me roughly, using his hardness to push hard into me, forcing me open and going in deep. I loved it, loved the feel of him hard inside me, filling me up, and he enforced his dominance by punching my pecs, and then twisting and pulling on my erect tits, hurting me as he drove in and out of me hard and strong.
***
“You gonna cum for me, bitch?” he asked, then reached under me and squeezed my balls hard, continuing to dig into me with his cock. He grabbed my cock, jacking me off roughly as he ploughed my ass, and I couldn’t do anything, bracing against the floor on my hands and knees, letting this guy fuck me like a beast while milking me like an animal. I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t, couldn’t, simply let the fullness in my ass match the dull ache in my belly and the sensations from my prostate just wash over me, and I released my load, grunting, unable to form words, didn’t even shoot it, just let it flow out of me as he punished my ass. Cumming like that made me tighten around his cock, and he leaned back before driving into me hard, once, twice, maybe four or five time, yelling triumphantly as he shot his own load inside me.
“Kneel,” he said, as he pulled out, and I did so, kneeling in the puddle of my own jizz as he pulled the condom off his cock. I opened my mouth to take his cock in, and got another surprise as he emptied his condom into it before plunging his cock into my mouth. I barely had time to form a seal around his cock before he fucked my face again, and I swallowed involuntarily, taking his load into my belly as I he pushed in and out, then he pulled out and presented his balls to me for a licking before shoving his cock into my mouth again so I could suck it like a sweet, milking the last drops of his tangy cum, and cleaning him off.
He patted my head, as if to thank me, and then got dressed quickly and let himself out. I barely realised that he had left - I was exhausted from the rapid fuck, covered with sweat from being so roughly used, and had jizz on the floor and on my knees. I cleaned myself up, resolving that the next time Mikey came over, things would be a little more organised.
They never were, though - Mikey was a semi-regular visitor, my own dirty little secret, coming over to plough me and humiliate me and let me service him, when I was tired of being the hot top who had fun fucking guys before cutting them loose. He fucked me maybe a half a dozen times before he got posted overseas. He came back once, and we renewed our acquaintance - we met, he fucked me like an animal and then we were done. That was a while ago now. I haven’t heard from Mikey for some time.
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