It starts with a pat on the ass
An athletic friend of mine invites me over to go swimming in his pool and drink a few beers. He asks me for help applying sunscreen to his back and I oblige. Rubbing it along his shoulders, and upper back. He's much more muscular than me and his skin is warm and extremely firm to the touch. Now it's my turn, he rubs the lotion in slowly and gives me a sort of massage as he goes finishing with a playful little pat on the ass. I give him kind of a weird look and laugh it off. "You like the way that feels and you know it." The look on his face is a little more stern that I expect.
As I'm laying in bed that night trying to get to sleep I replay the moment in my head. At the time, it just felt awkward to me, but I find myself reminiscing about it and what would have transpired if I'd have acted differently and not brushed him off. I don't call him or come by for a few days. Stocking up on basics likes socks and t-shirts at K-mart, I pass the swimsuit section and see a rack of speedos and it stops me in my tracks. I glance around to see if anyone is looking and then try to act casual as I flip through various sizes and colors. My heart begins to race and my hands feel shaky as I lift a simple black bikini from the rack and add it to my basket. I can barely look the young lady behind the register in the eye, as I fumble for my debit card.
A couple of weeks later, I finally answer one of his phone calls and he invites me over to go swimming again. After some hesitation, I work up the nerve and wear the tight little speedo I bought, instead of swimming trunks. He doesn't seem to notice as we swim and relax, but while I'm gathering my things and getting ready to leave he sneaks up behind me and puts his hands gently around my waist. I turn around in disbelief and find myself being kissed a man for the first time in my life - the stubble of his beard against my cheek, his hard chest and abdomen pressed up against me, his erection standing straight up against my belly. His firm hands tracing the outline of my wet speedo and my ass crack and lingering ever so slightly as they pass my anus, making little circles on the spandex. My knees tremble and my legs go weak, and fall to my knees, only to find his swimming trunks poking me in the face. I pull my head back and turn away, but he presses closer. I slowly nod no from side to side, mouthing the word, as I feel the head of his penis bumping into my nose, lips, eye and cheeks. I can smell the chlorine. I can smell sun tan lotion and I can smell the masculine scent of his privates. He reaches down and lifts my chin with his hand, so that I'm staring up into his eyes. He runs his fingers through my hair. He grips his cock and presses it against my lips, I can feel it growing and pulsing though the fabric.
I need more time to think about this. I'm not sure if I can go through with it just yet. I crawl out from under him, stand up and stumble towards the door. He catches me from behind as I try to open it and I feel his breath and then his nose and lips against my neck. I don't want to succumb to him. I'm nobody's bitch. I bend forward ever so slightly, in a moment of weakness and he decisively shuts the door. Now I'm arching my back reflexively, breathing heavier and trying not to enjoy the sensation of his cock against my back side. He peels back my speedo about half way and slaps his hard cock on my clammy cheeks. I'm cold in the air conditioning, wearing nothing but my damp speedo and I enjoy the warmth of his body against mine. He grips me by the shoulders and steers my over to the edge of the sofa. He gives me a couple of firm spanks on the ass and pulls the speedo down around my thighs.
"You should be ashamed of yourself for wearing this skimpy little speedo, what kind of a man are you? What did you think was going to happen, if you showed up at my house in that thing? The truth is that I hadn't really thought through what would happen when I showed up in my tight speedo, at least not consciously. I certainly hadn't thought about how it would all play out. I just knew I wanted to wear something a little sexier that day. Another spank, and he begins to slide up and down my buttocks and I can't help but grind just a little. This is going to go further today than I'd expected, but it's too late to turn back now.
I'm covered in sweat and those speedos I wore to swim in earlier this afternoon are hanging around my knees. I'm bent over the arm my buddy's couch, with my palms pressing down on the seat cushion for support. His sticky throbbing cock is still sawing up against my ass and getting ever closer to entering. He dashes away for some lube and I collapse in the sofa, awaiting his return. I've given up the fight and I'm going to let him have his way. After laying there, eyes closed, for a moment, I feel his thumb enter me gradually with a little pressure and a little twist. His other hand caresses my back, my hind quarters, the backs of my knees and thighs and just behind my balls where there's a hard ****ch to play with. He methodically applies lubricant, working it deeper with his thumb, all the while caressing the skin of my balls with his fingernails.
Our relationship is going to change after this episode. I'll no longer be his pal, but his plaything. I might as well give up any pretense of masculinity and embrace my new role. I'll don patterned bikini's in feminine colors and prance around his house in floral print panties, but it'll have to be our little secret for the foreseeable future. I'll show up in blue jeans and men's shirts, that conceal my undergarments. I tell myself this will only happen in the privacy of his home on weekends, and occasionally after work on warm summer evenings, while the sunsets though the windows. Over time my jeans will get a little tighter and more form fitting as will my shirts. I'll find I enjoy being an object of desire and I seek to draw more attention to my form.
I hear the ball game still playing in the background, but all I see is the fabric of his couch and legs of the table next to it. The thumb is gone now and I can hear him rhythmically preparing his member with oil. All ten of finger lock around my hip bones as he positions himself to mount me. The warm head slides in easily, but then a bolt of pain brings me to my feet. My ass clenches hard around his cock. He eases me back down on the couch and each time I relax he probes a little deeper. I feel ashamed of myself for enjoying this. I feel relieved that the suspense is over and it's finally happening and I feel a little numb both mentally and physically as he mashes me in the couch. My moans become more and more primal and feminine with each thrust. I've relinquished control of my body and my person and there's a sort of comfort in that. He'll decide when he's through with me, in the meantime all I can do is enjoy the ride.
I've come to accept my role as his bottom, and discover a feminine side of myself that I didn't realize was there. The more that I embrace my submissive side the more agreeable he becomes. Our intercourse becomes more sensual and romantic. I look forward to our lazy Sunday afternoons, when I can slip out of my masculine role, and into some silky lingerie in the privacy of his living room or fenced-in yard. Curled up on his lap, I enjoy his gentle kisses as he fondles my asshole and privates. Then it's down to the carpet on my knees sucking his dick and milking it's sweet juice. It feels great to really spend some time down there. When he's a little distracted by the TV, I can work on his cock a little longer and savour his meat in my mouth. I like to reach in the leg of his shorts and maneuver it out. I love how it gets harder and more erect when his favorite team scores and, if they win, I ride on his lap during the post game.
As I'm laying in bed that night trying to get to sleep I replay the moment in my head. At the time, it just felt awkward to me, but I find myself reminiscing about it and what would have transpired if I'd have acted differently and not brushed him off. I don't call him or come by for a few days. Stocking up on basics likes socks and t-shirts at K-mart, I pass the swimsuit section and see a rack of speedos and it stops me in my tracks. I glance around to see if anyone is looking and then try to act casual as I flip through various sizes and colors. My heart begins to race and my hands feel shaky as I lift a simple black bikini from the rack and add it to my basket. I can barely look the young lady behind the register in the eye, as I fumble for my debit card.
A couple of weeks later, I finally answer one of his phone calls and he invites me over to go swimming again. After some hesitation, I work up the nerve and wear the tight little speedo I bought, instead of swimming trunks. He doesn't seem to notice as we swim and relax, but while I'm gathering my things and getting ready to leave he sneaks up behind me and puts his hands gently around my waist. I turn around in disbelief and find myself being kissed a man for the first time in my life - the stubble of his beard against my cheek, his hard chest and abdomen pressed up against me, his erection standing straight up against my belly. His firm hands tracing the outline of my wet speedo and my ass crack and lingering ever so slightly as they pass my anus, making little circles on the spandex. My knees tremble and my legs go weak, and fall to my knees, only to find his swimming trunks poking me in the face. I pull my head back and turn away, but he presses closer. I slowly nod no from side to side, mouthing the word, as I feel the head of his penis bumping into my nose, lips, eye and cheeks. I can smell the chlorine. I can smell sun tan lotion and I can smell the masculine scent of his privates. He reaches down and lifts my chin with his hand, so that I'm staring up into his eyes. He runs his fingers through my hair. He grips his cock and presses it against my lips, I can feel it growing and pulsing though the fabric.
I need more time to think about this. I'm not sure if I can go through with it just yet. I crawl out from under him, stand up and stumble towards the door. He catches me from behind as I try to open it and I feel his breath and then his nose and lips against my neck. I don't want to succumb to him. I'm nobody's bitch. I bend forward ever so slightly, in a moment of weakness and he decisively shuts the door. Now I'm arching my back reflexively, breathing heavier and trying not to enjoy the sensation of his cock against my back side. He peels back my speedo about half way and slaps his hard cock on my clammy cheeks. I'm cold in the air conditioning, wearing nothing but my damp speedo and I enjoy the warmth of his body against mine. He grips me by the shoulders and steers my over to the edge of the sofa. He gives me a couple of firm spanks on the ass and pulls the speedo down around my thighs.
"You should be ashamed of yourself for wearing this skimpy little speedo, what kind of a man are you? What did you think was going to happen, if you showed up at my house in that thing? The truth is that I hadn't really thought through what would happen when I showed up in my tight speedo, at least not consciously. I certainly hadn't thought about how it would all play out. I just knew I wanted to wear something a little sexier that day. Another spank, and he begins to slide up and down my buttocks and I can't help but grind just a little. This is going to go further today than I'd expected, but it's too late to turn back now.
I'm covered in sweat and those speedos I wore to swim in earlier this afternoon are hanging around my knees. I'm bent over the arm my buddy's couch, with my palms pressing down on the seat cushion for support. His sticky throbbing cock is still sawing up against my ass and getting ever closer to entering. He dashes away for some lube and I collapse in the sofa, awaiting his return. I've given up the fight and I'm going to let him have his way. After laying there, eyes closed, for a moment, I feel his thumb enter me gradually with a little pressure and a little twist. His other hand caresses my back, my hind quarters, the backs of my knees and thighs and just behind my balls where there's a hard ****ch to play with. He methodically applies lubricant, working it deeper with his thumb, all the while caressing the skin of my balls with his fingernails.
Our relationship is going to change after this episode. I'll no longer be his pal, but his plaything. I might as well give up any pretense of masculinity and embrace my new role. I'll don patterned bikini's in feminine colors and prance around his house in floral print panties, but it'll have to be our little secret for the foreseeable future. I'll show up in blue jeans and men's shirts, that conceal my undergarments. I tell myself this will only happen in the privacy of his home on weekends, and occasionally after work on warm summer evenings, while the sunsets though the windows. Over time my jeans will get a little tighter and more form fitting as will my shirts. I'll find I enjoy being an object of desire and I seek to draw more attention to my form.
I hear the ball game still playing in the background, but all I see is the fabric of his couch and legs of the table next to it. The thumb is gone now and I can hear him rhythmically preparing his member with oil. All ten of finger lock around my hip bones as he positions himself to mount me. The warm head slides in easily, but then a bolt of pain brings me to my feet. My ass clenches hard around his cock. He eases me back down on the couch and each time I relax he probes a little deeper. I feel ashamed of myself for enjoying this. I feel relieved that the suspense is over and it's finally happening and I feel a little numb both mentally and physically as he mashes me in the couch. My moans become more and more primal and feminine with each thrust. I've relinquished control of my body and my person and there's a sort of comfort in that. He'll decide when he's through with me, in the meantime all I can do is enjoy the ride.
I've come to accept my role as his bottom, and discover a feminine side of myself that I didn't realize was there. The more that I embrace my submissive side the more agreeable he becomes. Our intercourse becomes more sensual and romantic. I look forward to our lazy Sunday afternoons, when I can slip out of my masculine role, and into some silky lingerie in the privacy of his living room or fenced-in yard. Curled up on his lap, I enjoy his gentle kisses as he fondles my asshole and privates. Then it's down to the carpet on my knees sucking his dick and milking it's sweet juice. It feels great to really spend some time down there. When he's a little distracted by the TV, I can work on his cock a little longer and savour his meat in my mouth. I like to reach in the leg of his shorts and maneuver it out. I love how it gets harder and more erect when his favorite team scores and, if they win, I ride on his lap during the post game.
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