The noise inside the sports bar was deafening. The sound of the giant flat-screen blaring over the house speakers. Drunk people yelling, screaming and swearing at the two teams competing on screen. My buddy stepped up to me with a new pitcher of beer. He poured me a glass while he leaned in close and said he had a surprise for me that he wanted to show me after the game. I asked him what it was but he just smiled and winked, discreetly. I bit my bottom lip knowing it was going to be good.
Later...
I sat down in a chair next to my bed while he proceeded to unbutton his tight jeans and slide them down his huge muscular ass and massive quads. I about choked.
"Whoa, dude. What the..."
"You like? I thought you would like them."
"Like? Dude, I love! This IS a nice surprise. They're so thin and tight. The way they mold to that thick ass! Fuck, dude. I'm rock hard."
He smiled knowing that he had pleased me.
They were skin-tight, silver pantyhose material, appeared as if they were painted on. They were shiny, almost wet looking. Clung tight to every curve of muscle and disappeared in between the melon-like cheeks of his beautiful ass. The shiny material hugged his muscular hamstrings and stretched around his massive quads.
"They're actually ballet tights," he said with a little glee in his deep, baritone voice. He blushed which was fucking adorable for such a rugged giant of a man. His eyes went down the floor, embarrassed as he continued. "I know how much you like to, uh...you know...bone me after the gym while I'm wearing my workout tights." He shrugged his giant shoulders. "I thought I would shake things up. I saw these online and thought I'd surprise you with them."
Fuck, yeah, I love to bone that round, hard bubble ass after a nice hard leg day at the gym. He knew his ass and legs were stellar so he always wore some hot workout tights on leg days. When he squatted low, his ass would stick way out, stretching the spandex to its limits and then that big butt would squeeze tight when he stood. I longed to have my dick stuck in there. I started to look forward to leg days and my fetish for spandex workout tights grew more intense the more often he wore them. I started to wear them as well. He looked like a fucking superhero. Tall, broad, ripped, posing in his tight workout gear. Fucking a superhero was a big ego boost for me. It was all I could do not to slam him against the wall next to the squat rack and take him from behind. The minute we got back to my place I had him on his back, legs up and my dick see-sawing in and out of a hole I cut out in his tights, right on target outside his pussy hole.
"You put some thought in this purchase, didn't ya? Slick and shiny. Fucking sexy, bro," I said as I ran my hand over his bowling ball ass. The material was so smooth and tight. The muscle underneath the sexy tights was like granite. Hard, tight, granite. I couldn't keep my hands off him.
He looked down again and murmured. "You don't think they make me look too...gay?"
"Only when you wear them with my dick in your ass!" I laughed and smacked his ass. He chuckled uncomfortably. He was still insecure about our whole arrangement. You see, we realized after one drunken, pot-filled night of watching bisexual porn because, why not, that I thought his ass was hot and he thought it would look hotter with my dick in it. A guy his size and stature, his gruff demeanor usually isn't on the receiving end of another dude's cock. Submitting to me was a huge change in thinking for him. Seeing me take charge of his magnificent physique and doing what I wanted with it made him the happiest he has ever been. He revels in pleasing me. Looking up and seeing his own legs resting on my shoulders while I plow him elated him to know end and he didn't know why. He once told me that he just knew when we met that this is where he belonged.
I knew I had always been curious about fucking a dude. I'm an alpha. Whenever I meet a guy for the first time, I size them up. The first thing that goes through my head is whether I can take him, regardless of his size. I don't know why I do it. It's just instinct. I need him to know I'M the alpha in the room. I'm an attractive man's man with a built, ripped body, I respect another good-looking dude who takes care of his body. I notice that shit. I don't think it's gay. I know when another guy has a great ass. I also see the ultimate dominance over another guy like me is to take away their sexual masculinity, mark my territory. I still want him to be masculine, rugged but I also want him to know that to me, he has a pussy that needs to be filled with my DNA. Once that happens, he's mine. I've done it with a string of pussy-muscleboys. I'm proud of that. I still fuck girls but then I also get to dominate the fuck out of other hot dudes as well. I can fuck them harder than I can any girl. It takes a real man to take a hard fuck.
My best friend is still my buddy who hangs out, plays video games, watches sports, fucks girls but he also knows when it's time to give it up and submit. It's becoming second nature now that he knows he's only an alpha in public. With me, he's my muscle-cunt.
That first night was an eye-opening experience for both of us. Even though it wasn't my first time fucking a dude, it was the first time fucking a dude who was my best friend. For him it was a flood-gate of pent up emotions and latent sexual desire to be with a man the way a woman was. He wanted to give up control to a man like himself. He found that in me. I think that's why it wasn't a stretch for him to move from masculine workout tights to ballet tights, an article of clothing associated with femininity.
"It's hard for you to make anything look gay. You're a beast, dude. Besides, they make you look slutty." I lower my voice and look him dead in the eye. "I like slutty."
He swallows hard. He keeps our eye contact. He's starting to sweat and his big cock is stiffening. That's a waste of a big cock. It's huge. I know because my favorite thing to do is giving him a reach-around while I'm fucking him doggie-style. Feeling that beer can cock explode in my hand while I'm dumping my load in his cunt. Hearing his low manly grunts and moans. Fuck, I love that!
"Slutty, huh. I can handle that." He suddenly wonders if he has turned me on TOO much. The way he sees me looking at him scares him a bit. He too looks me dead in the eye and says in a sexy voice. "If it makes you want to pound the crap out of me, then I'm all over it."
I stand and step closer to him. I grasp his meaty tricep with one hand and slide my other over his ass, gently squeezing big handfuls of muscle-ass.
I lean in and up to his ear and speak in a low, deep, sexy voice, "Dude, when do I NOT want to pound the crap out of you?" I squeeze his big bicep and slap his ass lightly. "But these tights just make me want to pound you harder and longer. I don't know what it is about you right now. You just look like such a slutty cunt to me. I just want to rape your fat, pussy." I lick his shoulder. "It pleases me you are willing to take this a step farther. This is a big switch in our dynamic. You're about to go from pussy-boy to sissy-boy. Once we turn that corner, there's no going back. You're closeted sissy-cunt is mine."
He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. He runs his hands down over his abs and over his bulge encased in its lycra prison. He wants this. He needs this. I need this. My very own big, hulking, rugged mountain of muscle ready to become a sissified muscle cunt for me to do with as I please. I have broken him."
"If I would have known the tights would have this effect on you I would have bought them sooner. Would have saved me some money." We've ruined three pairs of new leggings by ripping holes in the ass so I can fuck him while he's wearing them. "These are cheaper than my Nike Pro tights. We can ruin as many of these as you want."
I massage his glutes with both hands, squeezing and grabbing as I slide my hand down between the massive cleft between his cheeks and play with his hole.
"Were you wearing these under your jeans this whole time?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"It just would have been hot to know I was the only one who knew you were wearing them while we were at the bar. You know, all our buds there, drinking beer, shooting pool, all the while them not knowing the biggest, baddest dude there was secretly wearing girly ballet tights under his jeans because he was getting fucked like a girl in a few hours."
He smiled slightly. His heart thumping hard at the thought of being so masculine yet being such a sissy for his best friend. Yearning to be his cum-dump.
"What would you have done if I would have told you? A quiet whisper in your ear."
"I would have dragged you into a restroom stall and dropped a load inside you. Hell, I would have made an excuse for us to leave. I'd have fucked you in my truck." I winked at him. "I think we are going to fuck through a bunch of these tights."
"Well, I'm glad I bought a dozen pairs in all different colors."
Different colors? Oh, man, the ultimate in humiliation and degrading a real man's masculinity.
After a short pause, I quietly ask, "Pink?"
He swallows again. His face flushes bright red. He knows where this is going.
"Uh, yeah. I got pink."
I let out a deep breath and swat his ass hard, it makes a lout smacking sound.
"My dick hurts, it's so hard, you slutty pussy motherfucker," I growl.
"Oh yeah? You want to see your big muscle man slide on some sissy pink tights?" His heart starts to race.
"No. I want to see my big muscle GIRL slide on some sissy pink tights," I say as I jam a finger against the spandex into his tight hole. He jerks up on his toes at the intrusion.
"Ugh!" He grunts.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, baby girl?" I whisper as I vibrate my finger inside his hole. "Put on some pretty pink pantyhose for your man? Slide them up over those beautiful smooth legs. Feel them hugging your cunt. Put those slut legs up in the air for me as I sink deep into your wet, tight pussy."
"Yes...yes. I would like that," he stutters
"I know you would, sweetie. You're such a good girl for your strong man, aren't you, baby?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then tell me, baby girl."
"I want to be your girl. I want you to make love to me. I want you to cum inside my warm pussy. You make my cunt wet. I want to look pretty for you. I want you to know I'm nothing but a slut for your cock. I need you to show me what I really am. I love knowing what it's like to be one of the girls you fuck. I want to be all of them. I want to be your pretty pussy."
"Yes. Good girl. Now, find those pretty, pink pantyhose and show me what a slutty bitch you are for my cock."