Top Training By Mann Loving
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After seeing one too many ads in the local gay rag, of bottoms seeking tops, I knew that we had an epidemic on our hands. It seemed every guy I met was dating Rosy Palm and her five sisters or he was "a bottom" looking for "a top". Top men were becoming extinct. Think about it. When you go to a sex-toy store, what's in abundance? Dildos!
I know an opportunity when I see it, and only told my parents, as they are totally cool about homo-sex. I can remember my dad greeting me in the living room after my first date with a guy. It was my freshman year in college and I had scored, I'd gotten laid! Dad was interested.
"Evenin' son. Have a good time, did ya?" he said, looking up over the top of his reading glasses. He was in his reading chair in the living room, had a fire going and was having his quiet 'dad-time'.
"Yes sir, had a good time, sir." I answered
"A real good time, son?" he asked, a smile threatening to crack his serious expression.
"Yes pops- I had a real good time." I replied.
"Was it good for him too? Tell me you did him. Tell me you were the man."
Dad was always more concerned that I be a man, even when I told him I was a fag, he wanted to be sure that I would be the one doing the dicking. He doesn't know that I take it too, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
"Joey's a good boy, and cute too, if I could say so. His parents ought to be proud that he landed a stud like you. He's about as much 'boy' as you are. You gotta be careful Steve, I hope you staying strong."
I knew what he meant. It wasn't cool for his son to be the one dropping soap in showers at school or finding myself bent over in the bushes with a greasy ass hole. Other folk's sons? Hay that was fine, but not his boy!
"You know son, I recon if you're like your old man, Joey spread himself right nicely tonight or he got split. Good boy! Now run on up, and get ready for tomorrow. I don't want your mind getting side-tracked by that boy-babe you got. Not yet anyway."
I didn't, and unfortunately Joey got the idea that he could do better for himself playing pro baseball instead of college. Joey left me our sophomore year. Soon dad was consoling me about being a stud without a male-cunt to love. He said, that I was almost like him, almost straight.
He said I was wired to be turned on by men like he was turned on by women. It was cool, and one day I'd be dating another guy as good for me as Joey was.
Well it never happened, but I did go out a number of times with my buddies and I got laid a couple of times on dates, but still no 'Joey'. Even till now. I'm graduation is in 2 weeks. I'm going to be a community college teacher, a single and lonely teacher if I don't find what I want.
I can get some of what I want sexually anytime. I can find any dude who wants to strip naked with me and get screwed while he's laying on his back, or on elbows and knees, or sitting on my stick. But I want more than just sex, know what I mean? I want 'Joey' again. Joey messed up my mind, cause now I gotta have a dude who's a sexual animal (only with me) and who's my buddy, my babe and I, his. Maybe someday.
I began my "Top Training" program for wayward men. Business was incredible! Our clients were varied. Straight men who were curious about taking a man inside of them, guys where curious about being in another guy, or guys who's girlfriends and wives had sent them here to learn how to be better men in bed. We also were a care facility, helping men who'd become total bottoms. For them, our path to recovery required that they attend and pass our "Breader 101" and "Breader 102" class. These classes also had labs.
Our program is a nuts and bolts outfit. We don't teach about toys or dress-up/pretend, we teach men how to do 'the nasty' where it counts, and how to do it in ways that make it count even more.
One day I was struggling trying to help this set of students learn the concepts of topping. We watched videos as was a part of all lab sessions. We did drawings of men topping other men, and we did writing exercises in which the student was to present a convincing portrayal of the mind and feelings of a sexual top male specimen. I required them to write in first-person, so as to catch any of the fuckups who would write about their fantasy top man then go back and try to change all the references of "he" to "me" or "I". Usually they would miss a sentence or two and I'd know that they were slacking.
We had a treat once a week where in lab, each man could get as much cock in his ass as he was willing to give to another man. The nastier and raunchier he was while topping, would be exactly the same treat he'd get when it was his turn to open his rectum.
Dad was good to teach me these things (the top man stuff) long ago, for free. These poor shlumps didn't know head or tail about being a top man. Some know-it-alls come through thinking that a top is always physically aggressive, putting the bottom in his place. This is not always the case. I was delighted to see one essay cross my desk from an older guy, about 35, who was a delivery driver though he was working on completing his first college degree. What was more surprising was that he used a family member in his plot.
After all the lecture, drawing and writing, there were still some men who could not break the hold that exclusive bottom mentality had upon their mind. Finally I went to the closet cabinet and pulled out a mat and placed it in the middle of the classroom. I then went to my desk and brought out lube and condoms.
This was an all-gay class so I knew what I had to do. "No one leaves this class until you have fucked another guy in the ass and have cum inside his chute due to the extreme pleasure that his rectum has given you.
We will be checking condoms after your fuck so don't try to fake it. We will notify the community of all who fail. All cock will be withheld from you, and your stingy-assed cock. I'd have had to come up with another bribe if it had been a class of curious bi and straight men with hungry ass-holes.
"All right, get naked you worthless shit." I barked. The personal frustration over my own experience was coming through. "You turds better become real males, and fast!"
Everyone was startled. I am most always "Mr. Composure", but I was having a bad day today. They stripped naked - younger, older, taller, shorter - all colors and all built physically to be men and to please men.
"You, get the fuck over there on your elbows and knees." I said to one poor fella, with about as much ice in my voice as is at the north pole.
"You", I said to another dude. I think his name was Cole. "How fast can you get your face in his butt-crack?" He was there in a flash, as my steely glare was boring through him.
A couple of other students had started rolling condoms down their cocks, trying to get ready to fuck each other. They were sad shit, all fumbling around and unsure of what the hell they were supposed to do how they were supposed to make the 'bottom' feel. I thought about my dad. Dad would tell me point blank, "Son you suck that boy's cunt good, you hear? Don't leave that man-bitch lonely." I had taken his advice and then some. I'd been a man-bitch on occasion too, but I knew my way around a man and his body too.
I thought to share my experience with my students. "Thanks to my dad's advice, when I'm with a guy, I lick him up and down like the candy he is. I pay good attention to the nipples on his pecs, and make 'em big and puffy by sucking the hell out of 'em. I like to make a guy squirm and beg to be screwed. I put my hands on the inside of his legs if I'm down there doing deep throat to his 'pussy stick'. I spread his legs obscenely wide and lick up and down his crotch, swallow his sperm-filled balls and caress his body up and down. I like to look into his eyes when I'm sucking his dick and even more when I dip lower to sniff around his funky man-crack."
I've got excellent views of pouty anuses, snacking on long or thick logs. The owner of the man-cunt has his eyes closed, his face scrunched up in ecstasy, mouth hanging open. This is the vision I want my students to have blazed in their minds. I want them to crave this vision. I want them to be addicted to the pleasure of kissing a sexually versatile man's sweet mouth. I want them to crave the feeling of another man's body as their palms register the sensations. I want my guys to cherish spreading their guys' legs wide as they swallow his shaft to the base, knowing that this is their privilege as a top man.
"This is what I want you to know as you top each other-" I say, and most of them do, eventually. This 'total- effeminate-bottom' thing is like a germ, it gets in the mind and a man doesn't know how to be a man anymore. It's hard to break, but it's an epidemic that must be reversed. So I do my part. Right now I've got my adult student naked and guys are deep-dicking each other's ass-holes, caressing the bent-over torsos of their manly class-mates.
Two of my guys are getting it on in a corner. The top is on his back, the bottom is squatting his butt over, then his anus on, and finally his rectum down and around the thick tree of the top. But our top guy is learning. "That's it baby, lay claim to my worthless cock. Give me a reason to live, you slut. Make me do my job and knock you up. Oh yea, deep up in you baby!"
I see out the corner of my eyes and one of my guys is pulling his condom off, but he slides his cock back in his bottom. "I want to sperm him, teach! He's mine, he's my bitch! I'm his fuckin' ass-slave! I'm addicted to him and his cunt!"
"I see we have a graduate. I chuckle to myself.
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