The "Twink Tricks" Series
Stories of a submissive male bottom's experiences with Top Men.
"Bull"
It was late on a hot summer night when I met Him at a local sex shop. We were both perusinggay magazines. He was checking out mags featuring "twink bois" while I was checking out the Bear and Muscle Man mags. But, once I noticed Him, He had my full attention! He was several inches taller, over 6 feet, dressed in heavy leather sandals, cargo shorts and a worn t-shirt. He was also much heavier and very muscular with a nice hairy, heavily tattooed body. He was balding with a few days growth of beard. I guessed His age to be late 40's.
In contrast, I had a smooth, rounded face with short black hair and blue eyes. I was wearing a tank top that fit me rather snugly making my little rose bud nips rather noticeable under the fabric. Down below, I wore tight white nylon exercise shorts barely covering yet accentuating my ass perfectly. Underneath, I wore pink bikini panties I found discarded in a seldom used laundry room at my apartment complex. They were just tight enough to tuck my rather modest dick between by legs. With flip flops, I had the basic attire needed to enter the premises and nothing more. And, there was certainly no confusing my sexual role with Men!
I couldn't help staring at Him. And, I finally caught His attention. He returned my stare giving me that "I'm going to fuck you" look that I instantly understood. Yes, I knew what that "look" meant and my heart was pounding. I edged closer to Him pretending to be interested in some books. But, I really wanted to catch a glimpse of His "package". I wasn't disappointed! He was very well endowed judging by the huge bulge in His shorts. Just to tease me, He stroked Himself while watching me. Yes, I was now a fish He just caught with His pole! Oh, He was leaving! So, I followed Him outside. I wasn't sure if I should speak. In Dom/sub arrangements, the submissive was usually silent unless spoken to and He seemed to be the type that had no time for small talk.
He strolled over to His Harley with me behind Him. As He mounted the bike, He turned to me and said, "I'm Bull". Before I could respond with my name, He added, "If you like it hard and rough, follow me". With that, He started the Harley to leave. He didn't give me much time to decide and perhaps that was His plan. I ran to my car before I lost Him in traffic. I knew I had to have Him not knowing how "hard and rough" He might be! I could only think of that huge bulge in His shorts.
I followed Him to a nearby motel and then to His room. Once inside, I slipped off my flip- flops and instinctively stood silently facing Him awaiting His orders. He then ordered me to strip. In so doing, it was clear to us both that I was consenting to having sex with Him. My heart was thumping so hard! In just seconds, I removed my shorts, tank top and panties, and standing totally naked before Him. He looked me over briefly before ordering me to take His clothes off. I approached Him lifting His t-shirt up and over His head. As I did, I casually caressed His large arms, massive chest savoring the slight scent of soap and sweat. My hands were shaking! I then knelt down to unfasten His sandals before unbuttoning His shorts. He wore no underwear and I was instantly greeted with His semi-erect cock just a few inches from my lips and that strong, musky aroma of a He-Man. But, I had no instructions to touch Him. So, I rose to fold his clothes and placed them on a chair before returning to face Him.
The contrast of our bodies was startling. He was so tall, with a deep tan, nicely chiseled, hairyand heavily tattooed body while my body was soft white, smooth and practically hairless. My only tattoo, a butterfly, was just above the groove of my ass. I had little time to enjoy looking at His awesome body. He took His dick in His left hand and said "Suck it, cunt!" Instantly, I went to my knees. The large head of His dick seemed to stare at me in contempt as I kissed it while fondling His enormous balls. Now I knew why He had the name "Bull"! He was alreadyerect and I realized my first task was to get Him completely hard realizing my warm and prettyass would be His objective. I began licking the shaft of His dick getting it slick with my saliva all the while wondering how I could possibly deep throat such beautiful but large cock. I've sucked hundreds of dicks. But this one was special. I caressed and gently tickled His balls with my fingers and tongue. I then took the head and some of the shaft into my mouth telling myself to relax and pace my breathing. It instantly filled my mouth and was ramming the backof my throat. It was simply too thick to go further!
My hands explored His massive body, stroking and caressing the hair on His legs, belly and chest. I caressed His nipples all the while sucking His big beautiful dick, or as much of it as I could. Try as I might, I could only fit half of it in thinking it must have been at least 9 inches and so fucking thick! So, I started stroking the base with my left hand, caressing His balls with my right and sucking the head and shaft slowly at first before settling into a rhythm allowing me to breathe. Oh, but then He took over, grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my throat. I was totally helpless as His enormous hands pushed my head towards Himwith His dick banging in and out of my mouth. I gasped, choked and gagged. Yet, I enjoying the total surrender, the total submission to His strength, His lust, His Manhood.
He could cum. He should cum. But, no! He' pulled out of me. He reached for some lube, opened the cap and squirted some in my mouth. "Lube it, cunt" He ordered. The lube tasted almost sweet as I mixed it with saliva in my mouth before applying it on His dick with my tongue. He then instructed me to face the bed, bend over so that my face was buried in a pillow, my ass was on the edge and my legs spread wide and standing. I had little time to consider my fate as big fingers, each about the size of my dick, probed my ass with more lube. His huge hands spread my ass fully revealing my tender "boi pussy". I felt His massive bulk behind me, pinning me against the bed and His dick resting on the groove of my ass and then against my sphincter. I was now going to be taken and so frightened! Surely He could hear my heart pounding. But, I consented to this, I asked for this and I was going to get it!
He was very deliberate in working his massive dick into me. No amount of struggle or muffled screams from me would dissuade Him from taking me. I've experienced big Men and big dildos before but the shock of His massive dick ramming into me, shoving its way through my sphincter and into my rectum with 200 plus pounds behind it, was more than I could take. I screamed. But, the sound was muffled by the pillow. He thrust into me further and I could feel His hot, sweaty body against me. His large, pendulous balls banged against my upper thighs. The thrusting intensified but the pain started to give way to pleasure. Now I knew how it felt to be raped and curiously, I experienced an intense delight and satisfaction in submitting to a total Alpha Male. And, total submission was the only thing He would accept. His initial intensity subsided as He fucked me slowly and rhythmically. I wiggled and squirmed under His weight, my ass surrendering to His dick. "Good cunt", He whispered in my ear with hot breath. The feel of my velvet ass squeezing His dick and my feeble attempts to wiggle out of His grasp only pleased Him more and He began to fuck me harder. I was totally at His mercy, and enjoying every second, every thrust, hoping it would last forever. I was now moaning with delight as He continued to glide in and out of me, banging me, my pelvis bangingagainst the edge of the mattress and the bed banging against the wall. Then, He started moaning, louder and louder as He fucked me harder and harder until He reached His orgasm spewing His Man seed inside me. I was now completed, "made" by Him, belonged to Him, His property. He pulled out and I could feel a stinging pain in my sphincter. "Lick it clean, cunt", He ordered. I turned over on the bed and slid down to my knees to lick and suck His still erect dick and balls, being careful to clean and enjoy any and all traces of His delicious cum.
I thought I was free to go but realized that I should remain, silently awaiting His permission. Oh, if He wanted me again, now, next week or next year, He could have me. I rested a momentfrom this awesome experience and started to rise to get dressed. But, His firm voice said, "Notyet, cunt!" He ordered me to cup my hand under my ass and gently force His Man honey from my ass into my hand. I complied feeling His warm cum spurt into my hand and noticed that it was mixed with traces of blood, my blood! When He was satisfied that I had pushed all of Hiscum out of my ass that I could, He ordered me to eat it. I complied swallowing it all from my hand before licking each finger in front of Him. He seemed pleased telling me that "Bull "cum was good for me making me a better "cunt". With my services now completed, I was allowed togather my clothes, dress and leave. There would be no repeat. He would move on. I was just another conquest. That is the life of a "cunt" as He so aptly described me. But, I would visit the sex shop regularly and drive by that motel in hopes of seeing a Harley, His Harley, and of being taken again by this Alpha, taken again by this Bull Male! But, a second time would not be quite the same. Rather than lament not seeing Him again, I moved on to other Men, nice steady Men but content in knowing I satisfied a real Alpha Male. Yes, the memory of "Bull" stays strong!