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Dale: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/141288170329
Edward: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/153240215048
Pierce: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/154462752421
I got my first tattoo when I was twenty-two, at the urging of my boyfriend. We had only been dating for half a year, but it's not like he was encouraging me to get a couple's tattoo to match with any of his or anything, he just thought my skin would look good with some ink on it, and honestly I agreed. I had always been interested in getting one and just needed his encouragement and shop recommendation. First, a little bit about us. My name is Dale, I'm a recent college grad. Business and economics major, currently working in the renting office of an apartment complex near campus. I was in a fraternity and worked out a fair bit in college, but haven't had time for that as much as of late.
I met my current boyfriend, Edward, at school. I noticed him at a party, the guy couldn't keep his eyes off of me. I hadn't gotten lucky with any girls that night, so I thought he might be a good plan B. If I had known about his talents sooner, I would have nabbed him right off the bat. The boy could take a pounding. Edward could suck dick like a pro, he could ride like a pro, and most importantly, he could get me off like a pro. That first night I came three times, my loads discarded in various condom wrappers around his apartment. I had been with guys before, but nothing like that.
We became fuck buds for a little while, until our emotional attachment grew to the point where I asked him to be my boyfriend. I had to snatch that man up before some other top came along, is what I told all my friends. His apartment was in the complex I worked at, so I would head over to his place many nights and take out the stresses of a long day at work on his tight little booty.
A few weeks before I got the tattoo is when he brought up me bottoming. I had tried it in the past, hadn't liked it, but I was willing to try again for him. Edward wasn't hung or anything, and I had heard from ex-boyfriends that he was a talented top. Still, half an hour of rimming my ass, his cock brought me nothing but discomfort, and he ended up pulling out and riding me til we both came. We were both happy that way.
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Edward and I arrived at the place he got all of his tattoos at 1pm on a Friday. The sign over the door had a picture of a goat with swirling Celtic designs over its fur munching on a tattoo pen. An arc above spelled out "Hungry Goat Tattoo Parlor" and underneath it looked like someone had tried to write Hungry Goat again but had horribly misspelled it. Edward had told me that the tattoos they give here heal fast and come out clean, and had mentioned something about some kind of therapeutic effect, though he hadn't elaborated much on it.
Walking in, we were greeted by an unshaven man with a past-broken nose. He smiled when he saw my boyfriend.
"Edward, good to see you again! How's the owl treating you?" he asked, referring to a tattoo on Edward's bicep.
"It's beautiful, man, some of your best work," he replied. "But I'm not in here for myself today. Today it's about this guy," he said, clapping me on the shoulder. "Dale, meet Pierce. Pierce, this is Dale, my boyfriend." Pierce reached over the counter to give me a firm handshake. Closer to him, I could see lines of ink running up his neck, becoming faint symbols under his buzzed hair. Unlike most tattoo artists I imagine, his bare arms weren't covered in an intricate sleeves, just some more lines up by the bicep. He noticed my glance.
"Like the look? Thinking about getting something along those lines?" he asked.
"I was thinking more about something simple at first," I explained, "something simple on my chest."
"Well feel free to have a look at some catalogs, see what strikes your fancy." As I looked around, flipping through books and perusing the examples on the wall, Edward and Pierce caught up, laughing and talking in the back. I noticed a lot of the tattoos on display were on intimate parts of the body. There was more than one picture of a guy's name on a butt cheek, or a tramp stamp with an arrow pointing down, or even a few with lines wrapping around a guy's dick. I couldn't imagine how painful those must've been.
Eventually I settled on a bull head, reminiscent of the Buffalo Bulls mascot. I told Pierce my plans.
"No problem, man, let's get you set up now," he said, bringing me to a chair. He handed me a shot glass filled with a clear drink. "You might need this. I'm good at what I do, but first times can be rough." I downed the shot, prepared for the worst.
But as he started his work, the needle buzzing away into my arm, it didn't feel nearly as bad as I thought it would. Edward left to go to work, and I settled in for the hour long session with Pierce. We chit chatted for a while, before Pierce brought up:
"So you've been trying to bottom for Edward, huh?" Normally this would've had me blushing, but I had had a couple more shots and Pierce seemed like a cool guy.
"Yeah, we've tried it, but it just doesn't seem the thing for me." I almost shrugged, before stopping myself. "We have a good system now. Edward can take dick like a champ." I laughed.
Pierce joined in. "Yeah man, I know. He's a talented guy. But if you could bottom for him, would you?" "Yeah of course. Only thing stopping me is my hole." "Well, you might me in luck there. How much do you know about pressure points?"
"Not much dude. Why? Are you saying there's a pressure point that helps you get fucked?" I meant it as a joke, but Pierce didn't laugh.
"There is actually, along with many more things. Acupuncture is a way to access that part of you." "Nahh man," I chuckled, "I'm not into that. Don't want any needles... near... my skin..." I trailed off, just noticing my hypocrisy, and Pierce laughed.
"Well, think of this tattoo as a more permanent version of acupuncture. The ink is injected in the right spots to free the chakra..." I zoned out of a minute of hippie mumbo jumbo "... meaning it should be easier for you to bottom!"
Edward picked me up after the tattoo was done, but I didn't mention my conversation with Pierce. It would be cool if he was right, but I sincerely doubted it. However, one thing they got right was how fast it healed. There must've been something magical in the ink, because it was only a week before the redness went down. The bull head tattooed on my right shoulder, right where the pectoral meets the deltoid, had only a bit of soreness when poked, but pretty much looked like it had been there for months.
It was also a week after getting the tattoo that Edward brought up me bottoming again. I had just fucked him into the sheets and left a huge load in his ass. My sweaty body was laying on top of his, though my cock had already slipped out of his hole. With my cum leaking out of his ass, Edward turned his head back and kissed me on the lips, before asking if he could try doing the same to me tomorrow. How could I say no.
We had stayed in that Sunday, watched a movie and eaten noodles, before he started rubbing my chest. I turned to him, grabbing his face in my hands and pulling him into a kiss. Taking control, as I usually did, I straddled him, continuing to make out with him and I pinched his nipples through his shirt, making him moan.
I stripped us both in the same position, and inched closer to his head. My knees in his armpits, I slapped his lips with my member, splattering precum onto his cheek. A smile crinkling his eyes, he licked up the clear fluid before diving onto my cock. I controlled the pace as I gripped the back of his head, moving him up and down on my dick. I let out a moan as he expertly hoovered the head, keeping a good amount of suction on the entire time. His hands reached up to grab my ass, kneading the fuzzy orbs of flesh in his hands.
While I forced his mouth deeper on my cock, his hands were busy at the other end, massaging my ass and running his fingers through my crack. One exploratory finger started circling the rim of my hole, but I tensed up, barring entry. Still, Edward was persistent, and the finger kept slowly prodding at my back passage, circling the sphincter and just barely pressing in.
When he got me too close to the edge, I pulled out of him, dropping to his side to continue to make out. I produce copious amounts of precum naturally, and I could taste it on Edward's lips. He was panting hard, probably trying to catch up on the breathing I had denied him, and I loved the smell of his breath as he rolled over on top of me. Lifting my hairy legs in the air and placing them on his shoulders, he started going to work on my hole. It felt pretty much just like the last time. Not bad, but not great. Just not really doing anything for me.
Still, Edward's enthusiasm was a bit of a turn on, but it was hard to jerk my dick in this position, so I flipped over into doggy style. He parted my cheeks and went to town again as I rested my head on one arm, the other pulling at my meat. Feeling his warm breath on my ass and hearing the little moans he was making as he ate me out was enough to keep me hard, though I was secretly imagining that I was the one fucking him. At one point, after my hand had brought me to the edge a couple times, I admitted that if there was any time this was gonna happen, it'd be now.
Edward grabbed the lube from the bedside table and glopped a copious amount on his cock. He and I were about the same size, maybe I was a little bigger, but he seemed gigantic as he positioned the head at my hole. He slipped the head in with barely a grunt from me, but as he got more and more in, I felt uncomfortable. I was definitely loose enough at this point, but the weird feeling of fullness was making me lose my hardon. Still, I decided to give him a few minutes of it before turning the tables and fucking him myself.
Edward started slowly pushing in and pulling out, hesitant and careful, more hesitant than I ever was with him, more careful than I ever had to be. I appreciated the thought, but I didn't think I was ever gonna like this, so he may as well go all out and actually enjoy the five minutes he got inside me.
"Fuck me like you mean it," I whispered back at him, glad he couldn't see my face.
"You sure?" he asked, his right hand steadying himself on my shoulder.
"Yeah. Give it to me, I--" but I was cut off by him thrusting himself all the way inside. I lurched forward, trying to get off him, but he readjusted his grip, his fingers pressing into the bull on my chest, and suddenly the pain melted away. I won't lie and say that it miraculously felt marvelous and I was converted at that moment, but suddenly I didn't mind the stimulation coming from my backside.
Which was good, because Edward was letting me have it. He had started long dicking me at a moderate pace, reaching a point inside of me that I had never before felt touched. His hands were on both of my shoulders now, using them as leverage to fuck me deeper. He was moaning and whimpering and I was starting to match him, making just the barest groans of approval as he pushed himself all the way in.
The initial discomfort had softened me up, but glancing down at my dick I realized I had grown fully hard once more, despite not being touched. I really was starting to enjoy bottoming, and started to push my hips back to meet his thrusting.
"Mm babe," Edward groaned. "If you keep doing that, I don't know if..if.. ah shiiiiit," his left hand flew to my cock and started to pump it as he gave the stuttering half thrusts that I knew meant he was cumming deep inside me. His lubed hand was all it took to have me spraying my load on the sheets, my hole clenching almost painfully around his cock as I did so. I collapsed onto the cum-soaked bed, a reverse image of us yesterday.
"Sorry I couldn't last so long babe," Edward gasped in my ear, still breathing heavily.
"No problem," I comforted him, "It had been a long time since you got to do that. Besides, I don't know how much more I could've taken!" "But you liked it?" Edward asked, worried.
"Yeah, I really did. I don't know how much more I could take today, but I wanna see how long I can take it in the future." I kissed him.
"Guess that acupuncture thing worked, huh?" Edward smiled. "Maybe I should take you back there, and see what else Pierce can do to you."
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