Encounters: Carter's Cosplay Turn (1 of 3)

CHAPTER 1: HOW IT STARTED.

PEACE BRIDGE. US CUSTOMS. EARLY FRIDAY MORNING.

“What’s the purpose of your visit?”

“Meeting up with friends for a guys’ weekend. Hanging out. Bills game.” Anticipating his next question, I add, “Coming back to Toronto on Monday.”

The American Customs officer asks, “Where are you staying?” I give my friends’ address. “Are you bringing in any gifts?”

“No, sir.” While some people have called my dick a gift, I don’t have to declare it.

The officer asks the biggie, “Do you have any alcohol, tobacco, firearms or cannabis?” He lingers on that last word.

“No, sir. All clear.”

I smile casually. Just a happy, clean-cut, Canadian guy. Luckily, I’m the type of chill bro that other guys just naturally like and trust. Gay, bi, straight, or anything in-between, it doesn’t matter. I’m like their dream best friend, boyfriend, or friend with benefits. I’m blond, handsome enough, tall (6’2"), and 200-lbs of hard-body muscle. Guys just think I’m a relaxed, casual dude until I'm fucking their brains out. Then they realize I'm a lot less chill than I seem.

Of course, I’m just hoping my new border guard buddy doesn’t search the car. Not because I have any illegal shit - I’m not crazy - but because I’m really anxious to get to my destination. So anxious that my cock is hard in my jeans. I just don’t wanna deal with the hassle of a search when I’m so close to my destination. And I’m not exactly lying about the weekend, just leaving out a few details of my plans.

Dude looks in the open back window of my SUV. One small suitcase and a backpack. Nothing suspicious. He hands me back my Canadian passport and waves me through with a ‘have a good time’. I nod and drive slowly to pay the toll before jumping on I-90. Phew. I mean, it’s all perfectly reasonable, but like I said, I’m all about avoiding the hassle. I’ve made it past the final hurdle and now, it’s on.

I’m Carter. The 'friends' I’m meeting are internet buddies located here in a nice-looking house in Orchard Park NY, a Buffalo suburb. The fun I’ll be having is filming superhero sex videos for our respective online fans’ pages. And on Sunday, I’ll watch the Bills game between scenes. See? All true. As I cruise towards my destination, I’m so excited and hard that it’s tough to pay attention to my car’s navigation. And I might be this way for the next 72 hours.

I’m hooking up with sexy Scott, 40, 5’10”, 170-lbs, ripped, hairy, top and with muscleman Mark, 38, 5’8”, 220-lbs bodybuilder bottom. They’re real-life partners. They focus on superhero content, solo or Scott topping Mark. With me joining in, it’ll give them some new angles, adding a new alpha top into the mix. And for me, it’ll give me the fresh content I need to build my own page up to a higher level.

As TOAlphaTopster (the TO is for Toronto), I’ve been kind of successful on a small scale with my fans’ page doing solo stuff. It’s not exactly paying my rent, yet, but it’s giving me some spending money. I’m 24 with a hot bod and a dick that can stay hard and shoot multiple times in a row. I know how to talk trash and be dominant to the viewer. I’ve even topped a few guys on cam, but finding dudes willing to be filmed isn’t as easy as I hoped, unless I want to pay for porn guys and they’re out of my range right now.

Other guys have asked me to be on their pages. I like the idea, but it never works out. The nice guys aren’t local. The less-nice offers have wanted to own the content exclusively and pay me next to nothing. Those guys assume that since I’m new with a small following that they can pay me in 'reach' or 'exposure'. Fuck that. They assume that I’m needy and stupid, so I have to accept what they offer. Scott and Mark are treating me right and fulfilling an interesting request from my fans.

The top fan request I get is to see me get fucked. I’m open about being 100% top, so guys automatically want to see me flipped. No thanks. Not happening. But the most interesting requests I get are to see me do roleplay scenarios. That's hot. The coincidence is that superhero shit has really been turning me on lately. It wasn’t one of my fetishes, but when I started checking it out, it got my dick hard.

That’s how I found Scott and Mark’s page. One of the first scenes I saw was Scott playing Wolverine from when he was a prisoner in the lab. Bone claws. Brainwashing helmet. The hairy hunk stripped down to just black briefs and gloves. As an evil scientist, Mark sexually experimented on him (which was hot) then the scene showed Scott break free, wrestle down, and fuck his partner’s brains out like an animal (which was even hotter).

Scott as a dominant hero -
Wolverine / Weapon X

Usually, though, Mark is a superhero. And he’s so hunky that he makes a great one, no matter who he’s playing. They have a lot of costumes and gear and they’ve definitely gotten more elaborate over time, but honestly? I really love their earlier more homemade costumes, like a bare legs Batman-style hero in a black poser, gray spandex t-shirt, and simple belt. Yeah, it makes no sense for the real Batman, but I still loved seeing him defeated and fucked.

I loved Mark's original
homemade looks, too.

After I started following them on social, I saw Scott respond to a request from a fan for more variety. He said he'd love to, but that there just isn’t much local talent in Buffalo willing to play with them on camera. The 'on camera' part being the biggest sticking point. I realized, ‘I’m kinda local.’ I can be there in two hours, depending on how rough traffic is on the QEW. And I'll definitely be happy to be on camera fucking Mark.

I reached out and Scott immediately reached back on behalf of both of them.

CONNECTING WITH SCOTT.

From the minute I shared my pics and site with him, dude was open to it. Scott said he loved my look and thought it was cool that I want to get into superhero stuff. I showed him some of the homemade costumes I’d been putting together from spandex I owned. He offered suggestions but said that he'd let me wear some of their stuff. It's a lot better than mine.

The only issue really came when I told him I’m 100% top. He saw my page and knew I’d only topped but was hoping that was just for the page. I get that, but I'm not versatile. His bodybuilder boyfriend could bottom for me, but Scott wanted in the action. I wanted that, too. He asked if he could tie me up with no fucking. I said, ‘sure’. I even said he could jack me or suck me off and I would suck him off, too. That’s the cool thing about superheroes. Guys are into it even without anal as long as you stay in character and in costume.

Right away, Scott and I started exchanging some hot messages about various sexual things we’d done and could do together. I’m a good top, but dude’s 16-years older than me and says he’s been doing superhero shit since he was a teenager. I’d be an idiot not to listen to him.

Ready to video chat with Scott.

We moved to video chat almost immediately. He wanted to share stories. I agreed. He agreed to go first, which worked for me. Given that he's been whoring around nearly three times longer than me, I knew I’d run out of really good stuff way before him and I'm sure he did, too. Face it, I’m a kid compared to him. I’d heard his voice on his clips but video chatting with him directly was so much hotter. From his first words, I knew I’d be lucky to play with him. 

Scott's one hot hunk with
a ton of experience.

One of the first stories he shared was about wrestling, which we both really like.

“There was a small local indie scene here. I saw this guy at a bar and recognized him. Ravishing Ron. Tall, thick, hairy. Macho. Total beast. I wanted him. I caught his eye. From the first glance, he was cocky as shit. We stared. I looked away, letting him win that battle, hoping I could win the war. It worked. He marched over, looking for an easy score.”

“I told him I was a big fan. That got him even more interested, figuring I was a ring rat. You get what I mean?”

I confirmed I did, “Yeah, like puck bunnies in hockey. People who hang around to hook up with the players. Or wrestlers, in this case.”

“Exactly. Ron moved in close, pinning my back against the bar. He was looking down on me, seeing what he wanted to see. He saw me as a ring rat, captivated by his minor celebrity status. I was probably the only guy in the bar who knew who the fuck he was, so it turned him on. I had him hooked, so I worked it and worked him right into a stakes match.”

“We went to my place. Of course, he had his gear in his trunk. He kept saying how hot this pro vs. joe match would be. He put on the whole show, putting on all his gear. I was barefoot in a speedo. With his boots, he was now 5” taller than me and a lot wider. It’d be no contest. Except I knew submission wrestling. And I knew that he didn’t expect that much from me.”

I was impressed, “Oh fuck, you really hustled him.”

“Hey, I never lied, because he never asked.” Scott’s smirk told a different story. I could just imagine him suppressing his dominant side. “So, we hit the mats. He overpowered me. Got me down in a side headlock. He cranked on it. It hurt but I withstood it. He noticed that, telling me I was tougher than he thought. He told me that was hot and hoped I’d fight back.”

“Uh oh.”

“Yep. I fought back all right. I swung my legs up, grabbed him around the head and pulled him down into a head scissors. I squeezed hard. He groaned. Loud. I opened up and attacked his manhood by asking if I went too hard. He growled ‘no’. I nodded then shocked him by grabbing his hair and pulling him back into a head scissors. I pulsed the pain, letting up so he’d stay in place, thinking the worst was over, then hard full-on bursts to wear him down.”

“Ravishing Ron broke free, but I could tell he was shaken. He tackled me. So powerful. I played defense. We grappled and I managed to avoid anything too bad. I made him do all the work, just blocking and twisting and sliding free. He got a couple of holds on me, but they weren’t anything I couldn’t handle. Any time he tried to rest, I fought like hell, making him keep going.”

“Well, he was sweating and gasping. The guy was built like a tank but he was not ready for intense long-run no-breaks cardio. He started to wear down. I’d humiliate him with pointed questions, asking if he needed a break, if he was okay, if he wanted me to stop trying, if I’d hurt him when I got him in a hold. The answer was ‘yes’ but his ego wouldn’t let him admit any of it.”

“I reduced him to a gasping slab of hairy muscular grade-A prime beef. I made my move. We were grappling. He always wanted to be on top. I got on my back. As he came in, I grabbed his wrist, wrapped my legs around him, and locked him in a triangle choke before he knew what was happening. The guy tried to power out, but he was going out. He screamed, “GIVE! GIVE!”

“I released him. He rolled away. The guy was red and exhausted on his back. I did a spring move to my feet to further break him down mentally. I was hard. I rubbed my bulge, and he just watched me as I towered over him for a change. I stepped over him and sat on his stomach. I rubbed his hairy pecs and subtly mocked him by saying how hot and fun he was.”

“Ravishing Ron, the big bad pro wrestler didn’t like it. He started to realize I’d made him look like a bitch. The guy tossed me off him. I jumped up. He struggled, still woozy from almost going out. I offered him a hand. He slapped it away. I could see he was angry. Before he could bail or lose it, I asked him if he was a man of his word.”

I moaned, “Oh man. That’s rough.”

From my voice, face and bouncing shoulder, Scott knew what I was doing, but he still asked, “You jerking off, Carter?”

I admitted, “Yeah, man. Your story’s hot as fuck. I mean, shit, a fucking hairy muscular pro wrestler comes to you like he’s hot caveman shit, but you submitted his ass on the mats? That’s fucking hot. I’d love to do that to an arrogant fucker like that.”

Scott said in that deep gravelly dom voice of his, “Show me your cock.”

I slid my computer off my lap and pushed the screen down. At this angle, I must've looked massive. I heard a low whistle.

I got a little cocky myself, “You like?”

Scott nodded, “Looks even better than in your videos.” Dude smirked as he started talking again. “Where were we? Oh yeah, the local pro wrestler. Big hairy muscle stud. The guy picked me up at the bar, thought he was gonna kick my ass. I made him submit, but he started acting like he was still in charge. Like I cheated by getting him in a real submission hold. No stakes. Demanded another shot.”

I grunted, “What a bitch. Just accept the loss, buddy.”

“Yep. So, like I said, we were facing off. Real close. He was sweating like crazy and breathing hard. I was fresh as a fucking daisy. He goes, ‘You woke the lion, bitch. I’m gonna play dirty now.’ I replied, ‘Dirty? Like this?’ I shoved my hand into his fucking trunks and grabbed hold of his balls. Fit perfectly in my big hand. Mr. Macho Wrestler got a lot less cocky.”

“I tightened my grip. Dude was whimpering. Whimpering like a baby. Started begging me to let go. I asked, ‘Thought we were playing dirty’. He looked down then up at me all ‘no, no, no, I was just kidding.’ I slapped his face with my free hand. He got harder in my hand. I slapped him again and I saw it in his eyes. The macho act was gone. He was submitting again, only for good this time. No more pretending he wasn’t my bitch.”

I was pumping harder, imagining that look of surrender. Scott was my new fucking hero.

With the camera on my dick, the older stud could see me going. He ordered, “Slow down, sport.” I eased up. “Yeah, that’s it. Jerk it nice and slow. Yeah, that’s right. Nice. And. Slow.” I settled into a rhythm. “I’ll let you know when I’m getting close to the end then you can shoot. Not before I let you know. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now, there’s a look that tops get when they’re giving up to you. I’ve seen it many times. It’s in the body as much as the face. He had that look.”

I needed to hear more about that, “Tell me about the look.”

“Yeah, sure. It’s the surprise. Eyebrows go up in the middle. Eyes are wide with a little shock. Face is longer. Chin down, mouth slack. You can see bottom teeth. Slight tilt to the head with a limp neck. The shoulders slump. Muscles are pumped but go, you know, loose. Arms hang. Grip goes lighter. Belly loosens up. Knees buckle a little so he’s like an inch or two shorter.”

Fuck, I’ve never seen that look but I want to. I said, “That’s so fucking hot.”

“Damn right. And that’s how he looked. I let go of his balls, turned my hand, and grabbed the front of his trunks. I pulled them down. He didn’t give a shit. No resistance. No objection. No defiance. His cock stood out, hard. I grabbed it. I slapped him again. He whimpered. One of those encouraging whimpers, you know? The ‘yes, please, Sir, I’m all yours’ whimpers.”

I nodded, “Yeah, I definitely know that sound.”

“Yeah, I bet you do. Love the way you twist your wrist when you jerk. Is that lube.”

“Nah, just pre-cum. If I lube up, I’m gonna shoot too fast. And you said you don’t want that.”

“No, I don’t. You can go a little faster and harder now. Almost done.” That made me happy. “So, I’ve got this cocky pro wrestler by the cock in submissive mode. I led him to the wall like his dick’s a leash. I pushed him back and started to work his abs. He took my shots, his wrestler belly red and his cock rock-hard. I kept slapping him every so often. He took it all.”

“I asked the guy what he wanted. He didn’t speak. I slapped him and demanded he tell me. He answered, ‘I want you to fuck me’. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Easiest flip I’d ever had. I spun him around. I pushed him against the wall. No fight left in him. I outwrestled his ass and now, he was nothing. Now, he was pressed against the wall, begging me to fuck him. To take his cherry.”

“As I was checking his hole, he said he’d never been fucked. I believed it. I grabbed some poppers. I grabbed him around the neck and pulled back, shoving the bottle up his nose. He breathed in deep. I did the other side. Same thing. He hugged the wall. I slid a finger inside him. He squirmed but I told him how to take it. He relaxed. A second finger? It hurt but he wanted it.”

“I toyed with him, opening him up. I started in with the trash talk. Telling him how I was cunting him. Calling his hole a pussy. That kind of shit. He was getting off on it. Big strong masculine asshole, so this stuff was humiliating to him. The bitch talk was something he’d never heard but his submissive side was in control. He was moaning because he was loving it. He begged for my cock.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Okay, just another minute. Hold out.” I couldn’t reply as my load was building. “I put on a condom then powered inside him. He screamed but then begged for more. He braced against the wall as I slammed into him. I got him telling me how great it feels. When he pleaded, I made him start calling his own hole his pussy. He did it. He was in heat - so insanely horny that he’d do anything.”

“I plowed him for a long time then pulled out. I spun him around, dropped him to his knees then shoved my cock inside, fresh from his ass. I made him suck it, but when I was ready, I pulled out. I exploded all over his face and huge pecs. The big muscleman pro wrestler smiled the whole time. I made him clean my dick. When I pulled out, the macho wrestling stud thanked me. I could see the last bit of my cum on his tongue as he looked up at me.”

“Oh fuck.”

Scott said, “Okay, you know what, just cum already, sport. Do it all over yourself. I wanna see your fucking load on you when you’re done. Go on, SHOOT!”

I slid down in my chair and exploded. Ropes of cum shot out. I was aiming for my body, but hit myself in the face, too. Scott kept talking, telling me how hot it was. It made me pump harder. By the time I was done, I was coated in my cum from my hair to my abs. It was a gusher and my whole body shook. I sagged in my chair. After a few seconds, I tilted the screen up.

“Shit, look at you. You look awesome like that.” Scott said, “Go check yourself out in the mirror.” When I came back still wearing my cum mask, he said, “Yeah, that’s just what the big pro wrestler looked like. A face full of cum and a big smile on his face. You look cute like that.”

I laughed, “Oh yeah, gorgeous. You think Mark’s ready for my dick?”

“Oh yeah, he can’t wait for you to get here. Me neither.”

“Question. I fucking love that story. You think you can teach me more about being a dom?”

“Yeah, of course. I can teach you all kinds of things when you’re here.”

CHAPTER 2: MY FIRST LESSON. 

SCOTT AND MARK'S HOUSE. ORCHARD PARK NY.

So close, I can’t believe it.

With his awesome stories, Scott made me realize that there’s a big difference between being a top and being a dom. I’m a top, but Scott’s a dom. This started out as a way to get more money out of my fans’ page. But really, it’s bigger than that now. This is my chance to learn a new skill. Scott’s really inspired me. I’ve only fucked eager bottoms, which is easy when you’re as hot as me.

All of the older dude’s best stories were like the wrestler one, where he takes down some cocky muscle stud and makes him accept his submissive side. He’s fucked all these other tops, most of them too stupid to realize they were being flipped until it was too late. Wouldn’t surprise me if Mark was a top when they met. Yeah, that’s the thing. Top is a position. Dom is a mindset.

I pull into the driveway. Let the games begin.

Wow. Both guys look amazing. I mean, I’ve seen them on video, but live is so much better. I’ll have no trouble working with either of them. Scott’s only in sexy psychedelic spandex shorts. Mark’s only in gold briefs (very brief). I guess I’m overdressed. The hugs were long and strong, with a lot of rubbing and sniffing. They’re both as solid and hard as I’d hoped. All muscle. All man. They even smelled sexy.

Scott. 40 / 5'10" / 170.

Mark. 38 / 5'8" / 220.

After the introductions and hugs, Mark picks up a video camera from the table behind him. The red light is on. I ask him, “Why're you filming already?”

Scott replies for his partner, “B-roll.”

Oh, right. I get it. Scott explained this to me before I came. Extra shots that you can add in, tell the story. I didn’t expect it to start immediately, but it’s cool. I nod, “Right, like the road trip stuff you told me to film. I filmed my prep, starting with my shower, getting dressed, loading up the car then set up my camera on the dash. I caught everything except at the border.”

“Great. You never know when great shit’s gonna happen. Your page is more about your life as an alpha top, so even that shower is hotter with a setup of what’s to come. You might want to edit something as a lead into a video. I can see some sped up footage of the road signs from Toronto to here, for example. Maybe narrate over it how you were feeling.”

“That’s a cool idea. I was fucking hard the whole way. On the way back, I’ll film my hard dick in my car, show me jerking it, and mix it in, pretend it was during the drive down. Guys might like that. Seeing me working it on the road.”

Scott pats my back, “They’d love it. I love it. Hard the whole way?” I nod. “Damn. Mark’s good at finding the right shit to shoot. Like later, guys will love seeing us getting into spandex.”

I agree. Makes sense. And a whole video of me putting on spandex counts as content? This is the kind of shit I need to think about so I can do a better job filling out my page. Scott and Mark give me a tour of the place. It’s a spacious three-bedroom ranch, which means the basement is huge, giving them a sweet playroom for their filming. Fuck, it’s beautiful. Beats the shit out of my tiny studio where all my action happens.

Throughout the tour, Scott’s really hands-on with me. I like it. After so much video shit, having his real strong hands touching me feels awesome. Gripping my shoulder. Patting my pec. Rubbing my back. It’s all casual but it keeps me hard. Mark’s even zooming in on the outline of my cock in my jeans. I reach down and work it a little for him. Get some of that hot B-roll shit.

We stop in the kitchen. I tell him, “Your house is beautiful.”

“Thanks, we like it. You want to sit down? You still seem nervous.”

“Just anxious. I’ve been sitting for two hours, so I need to stand. To move. You know? And I’m thinking about this. In my head a little.” Scott hands me some water. He offered something stronger, but I’m not ready for it yet. “I really just want to get going, you know?”

“Whoa. Slow down, sport.” Scott asks, “Is that how you work? Just jump in?” I shrug, a little embarrassed for sounding like such an amateur. “For these scenes, we need to talk a little beforehand. Improv sounds great, but it’s usually sloppy. We plan. And we have you for a few days, so we have time. We can agree to the right sequence. Understand what we’re doing.”

Mark chimes in, “Starting with introductions. Stand against that wall. Shirt off.” I toss my shirt aside and drop to do some push-ups for the pump. He turns on two spotlights. When I stand, he nods, “Yeah, a sexy cocky muscle boy in jeans. Those eyes. That smile. Broad shoulders. Sculpted pecs. Six-pack abs. Low jeans, weighed down by a hard-on. Perfect.”

The bodybuilder proceeds to interview me. I give my username. My stats. Talk about being a 100% top. He’s good at this. I feel more relaxed as we talk. I answer questions on how I got into superheroes. I admit this is my first-time doing roleplay stuff, not just on video but in life. I explain why I reached out to them. How sexy they are. My hopes for the weekend.

It’s fun. We laugh a little. Scott makes motions behind his partner. He wants me to show off a little. I stretch my arms up. Bring them down and swing them around a little. Roll my shoulders. I rub my left pec, squeezing and kneading my chest. I run my hand down my abs. I rest one hand on the ledge my dick makes in my jeans. I idly start tugging at it. Scott nods and winks.

When the interview wraps, Scott comes over. He tells me I did great. His hand is on the back of my neck, proudly squeezing it. We’re developing a great relationship. When he runs his fingers up into the back of my hair, I get chills. He notices and pulls me into a hug, laughing. If the point of all this is to relax me, it’s working. I’m feeling chill. Like I’m just hanging with buddies.

We head to the bedroom where I’ll be sleeping “unless I decide to join them in their king-size bed”. I can definitely see that happening. I grab my spandex and we head to the basement. Scott has some stuff laid out, so I do the same. He calls me over to one section. Wow. Hot outfits. Definitely more professional than my stuff. Mostly hero stuff, so I guess for Mark.

The older stud says, “Strip down. Let’s try some stuff on.” I kick off my shoes then peel off my jeans, briefs, and socks. I’m proud of my body, but I wish my cock was more under control. It just won’t go soft. Scott reaches behind my back and puts a hand on my shoulder. He squeezes as he explains the various looks and potential scenes. That’s not helping my cock.

“This is a cool look for you.” He points to a suede cheetah-patterned loincloth with tall coordinating soft leather boots with side tassels. There are silver wrist gauntlets and leather bicep straps, along with a small face mask. I check out the loincloth. It’s got a front pouch and is thong-style in back with flaps front and back. “Try it on.”

“It’s a sexy look. But it’s a hero look, not a villain look. So, you want to tie me up in this?”

“Could be, but could be a Kraven-type villain, too. Mark makes a hot Spidey.” I hesitate, pointing out that Kraven wears pants. Scott reaches down and grabs my thigh. He slaps it and squeezes it. “Look at these legs? You don’t want to cover them up.”

I enjoy him massaging my legs. My cock bounces as it sticks out and up. I nod, “I guess.”

“Can we be real here? You’re young. Smooth. Handsome. Ripped. Hot as fuck. It’d be a sin to hide any more of you than we need to. I love bodysuits. Guys in spandex. Yeah, there’ll be scenes with you in full gear. But hero or villain, fans will want a little flesh from you. So will I.”

I nod, comforted by his tone and his touch. He’s the expert and I told him I wanted to learn. I finally agree, “You’re right. I get it.”

I grab the loincloth. Scott reminds me to go slow and sexy. Oh yeah, Mark’s filming. I make a show of slipping into it, shimmying into the loincloth. I add the accessories. It does feel sexy and fun to dress up as a jungle man. When I’m done, I notice Scott has put on a tight spandex shirt in the same psychedelic print as his shorts. Hot, although I prefer him shirtless.

I playfully beat my chest and Scott moves in. He rubs my pecs. The front flap is tenting because my cock is pushing out the pouch. Scott shifts beside me. He keeps one hand on my bare pec as he reaches under the back flap and feels my bare ass. He tells me I look great.

Okay, I can get into this.

I smile. “You look great, too.”

The older muscle hunk lifts his hand off my pec. He flexes his bicep, and the spandex sleeve slides up to his shoulder. He asks, “Yeah, you like this?”

“I love it.”

“Want your first lesson? You said you’ve never worshipped another guy or been worshipped. I can show you how a muscleman’s body should be respected. Makes for great video. Guys would love to see you get worshipped before you jerk off with or top someone. And it’s a lot easier to get a guy to do that on camera than get fucked.”

“Yeah, that sounds cool. You’ve made me realize that videos can be about more than the fuck. I need this kind of stuff to make the page work harder for fans.”

“Yep. So, stand in front of me.” Scott strikes a double bicep pose. “Now, reach up and put your hands on my biceps. But go slow and even a little shaky, like you’re nervous to even touch these magnificent bowling balls.”

“Oh, you want me to worship you?”

Scott says, “How else are you gonna learn? You learn best by doing, not just standing here flexing.” He pauses, nods at Mark then says, “Now, c’mon, jungle boy. Worship your new muscle daddy.”

I hesitate then remember I’m in the loincloth. Oh yeah, I am a jungle boy. Have to get used to being in character as the hero or villain. I move in slowly. I try to act like a naive, confused jungle boy, but I don’t know if I’m doing it right. I lick my lips. I stare at his big biceps for a moment. I lift my hands then pull back a little. I finally gently place my hands on his biceps.

“Nice. Now, rub those biceps. Squeeze them.” I do. “Lean in. Kiss one.” I do. “When a guy’s doing this, I like to do this.” Scott puts his other hand behind my head and pushes my face into his flexed bicep. I’m forced to kiss the mighty muscle, so I go for it. He lets up and I’m now making out with his bicep on my own while rubbing the back of it with my hand.

Scott encourages me, telling me I’m doing great. Reminding me that there’s no rush. We like long worship sessions. I finally pull off, leaving it wet and shiny. He raises his other arm again and then grabs my head. He guides my face over to his neck. I know this. I make out with his thick neck. He moans. The older muscle hunk pulls me off and forces me to his other bicep.

This time, I know exactly what to do. I make out with his arm. He tells me to moan. Let the fans know how much jungle boy loves worshipping his superior muscles. I make sounds and do some louder kissing. He praises me, telling me I’m really getting the hang of it. He slides his hand down my back. My cock twitches. I finish up and move my head back.

I wait for my next instructions. Scott wiggles his fingers, signaling for me to come closer. He lifts his hands over his head, “Take my shirt off me. Oh yeah. I grab the bottom and lift it slowly, revealing his sexy body. I’m glad to do it. I was feeling weird being naked with him being fully clothed. I mean, he’s mentoring me but ultimately, we’re equals in all this.

With his shirt off, Scott reaches behind my head and pulls me into his hairy chest. “Kiss it.” I do. “Rub it.” I bring my hands up and massage the powerful pecs. They’re hard and gorgeous. “Yeah, that’s it, jungle boy.” I don’t react, getting more comfortable with roleplay. “Slide to my left. You know what to do with nipples?” I nod. “Make noise. Show daddy you love his manly chest.”

I moan as I lick around his left nipple while fondling his right pec with my hand. I pause, “Oh, I love your powerful chest, daddy.” I slide my lips back and suck on the nipple. He holds my head in tight, keeping my mouth on it. I make approving moaning sounds. When he lets go, I take the hint. I switch sides, repeating the steps on his right side while massaging his left pec.

“Yeah. Now, drop to one knee and trace my abs with your tongue.” I lower myself and get to work. “Rub my legs while you do it, but don’t you dare touch my ass.” I nod and grip his legs, keeping them low. My hands slide over the slick spandex. His legs are as hard as the rest of him. I squeeze, but he flexes his quads, and I can’t make a dent. I focus on his spectacular abs.

“Good job, jungle boy. You’re really getting what worship means.” His praise makes me feel good. And this is hot. My cock is pushing against the loincloth pouch. “Now, get on both knees.” I do. I realize I’m staring at his bulge. He grabs my hair and pushes my head back so I’m staring up at him. “I’m making you wait. You might want to dive right in, but no. Wait.”

Scott moves my head down so I’m looking at his package in the spandex shorts. “Take it all in. There’s no rush. By the end of a great worship session, you’ll remember little details of my body, my muscles, and my bulge.” My hands rest on the outside of his lower legs. “That’s good. Relax. Never touch it until I say so.”

I kneel there, feeling almost hypnotized by his psychedelic shorts. He finally lets me worship his manhood. I slide my hands up and feel it. I fondle the heavy package, getting a feeling for his balls and then his cock. I lean in and add my tongue, licking along the shaft down to the obvious uncut head. I gently massage his balls as I suck on the cock head. He tastes great.

Scott lets me work. I sneak a peek up his body and see him, hands behind his head, elbows out wide, just watching me work. It’s definitely a dominant position and I note it for when I’ve got a guy worshiping me like this. I re-focus on his bulge. His cock is harder, the outline more pronounced. I grip the cock to jerk it, but my hand gets slapped away. “Not time for that.”

I nod. The older muscle hunk says, “Last thing a worshipper needs to do is kiss my feet and thank me.” He waits. I realize that I’ve gone this far. I lean down and give his left foot a quick kiss. He says, “No, really kiss them. Love them like you love the rest of me.” I go back over and use my whole mouth and my tongue. I work until I’ve covered every inch. Then I do the other.

I sit back on my heels and look up, “Thank you for letting me worship you and showing me how to do it. I really appreciate you teaching me how to worship a man properly.”

Scott reaches down and helps me up. We hug and he rubs my back. It feels great. When we break, I strike a double bicep pose. He ignores me and heads back to the gear table.

I ask, “Do you want to check me out?”

“Nah, I’m good. We’re good with the jungle boy look. Let’s try on more gear.”

I say, “Oh. Okay.” I think, “What’s happening here?”

Scott must’ve heard the disappointment in my ‘oh’ response. He turns back and pats my cheek, “Don’t look so sad. Trust me, I’ll check you out plenty when I have you tied up. You won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

I smile, “Cool.”

As long as we’re keeping it even.

CHAPTER 3: STORY TIME.

IN THE KITCHEN. ORCHARD PARK NY.

Mark asks me, “So, Carter, you’ve really never bottomed?”

We’re having lunch. Mark and I are at their kitchen island having our first real one-on-one, get-to-know-you conversation of the day. I’m naked, sitting on a towel on the wooden stool. I was trying on a really cool suit when the bodybuilder bottom announced that we should eat. Scott asked me not to spill anything on that particular suit as it is delicate to wash and has to hang dry. To avoid any mishaps, I just stripped it off. Not like they haven’t seen my body.

I shake my head as I swallow the bite in my mouth. I finally say, “Not really.”

Mark smirks, “Hm. Not really doesn’t sound like never.”

I hedge, debating what to share. I see his camera out of the corner of my eye. I know it’s recording, but I admit, “Well, I did it for one guy. But that was back when I was in my last year of university.”

“You’re 24, right?” I nod. He playfully wags his finger, “Then don’t make it sound like it was decades ago. It’s been what, two years?”

“Three years.” I realize that sounds kind of stupid. “Yeah, I guess it wasn’t that long ago. But it’s not really the time that matters. It was just a really unique circumstance.”

“Unique circumstance or unique guy?”

“Great question. Definitely a unique guy.”

The bodybuilder puts down his loaded fork, “Tell me about him.”

“Oh wow. Okay.” I pause then explain, “I don’t know. He was just … a man. That sounds stupid. But I mean …” I struggle for the right words. “Let me start here. Waterloo Ontario. Final year of university. I was sharing an apartment with a gym buddy, Jamie. We were just friends and didn’t hang out a ton. This guy Craig was his best friend, so he was over a lot.

“Craig was … hot. Not like a model. He was a big guy. And powerful. Not ripped, but thick arms, legs, chest. He lifted all the time, but he ate whatever he wanted. No abs and a furry tummy. Arms and legs bigger than any of ours. Thick neck, wide shoulders. Broad back. Body that made every one of his shirts and pants their bitch. They were always ready to burst at the seams.”

Craig.

“Sounds gorgeous.”

“Yeah, but that isn’t why I bottomed for him. It was everything about him. Like I said, he was just a … man. Cool. Calm. What he said. How he said it. Dominant without trying. He wasn’t one of those corny guys who call you a bitch and takes over by tearing you down.” I realize what I’m saying, “No offense to Scott. I love him doing that stuff. You know I love his stories.”

Mark slides off his stool. He moves over to me, standing behind me. I feel his hands on my shoulders. “I’m sure there’d be no offense taken. As you’ve seen, there’s Scott the man and Scott the internet persona.” The massage feels so good. When he kisses the back of my neck, I let out a moan. “Relax. Let me work and just keep telling me your story.”

I go on, “Yeah, so Craig dominated by, like, lifting you up? Like he was just so … mmm. It made me feel safe. He was street smart. And book smart. Whenever we were together, it was just a given that he was in control. I had complete confidence in him. Whatever he said was right, but not in a bossy way. He was a guy you wanted to follow. He earned my blind trust.”

Mark reaches under my arms and rubs my torso while he kisses his way down my spine. He quietly says, “That sounds like a unique man, all right. So, how’d you end up on bottom?”

“I never even knew Craig was even bi. If Jamie knew, he didn’t say, and I never brought it up before Craig and me fucked or after. I never hit on him. He was just a buddy’s buddy. I’d see him at the gym in his baggy tanks and shorts. We’d nod, but he was always doing the max free weights while I was cardio and machines. And we both liked our solitude during workouts.

“Mostly, I got to know him at my apartment. Now to the big day. It was final semester. Me, Jamie, and Craig are all at the gym, doing our thing. We ended up back home, ordering food and chilling together until Jamie had to go to work - he was a bartender, so I knew he’d be gone all night. I was gonna text one of my regular guys, but Craig was playing a game, so he stayed, which was fine with me. I didn’t mind hanging with him and sex could wait until he left.

“I was shirtless in white shorts. He was in a tight tank and athletic shorts. When he finished playing, we ended up on the couch, shooting the shit. He put on a horror movie. I lied that it was fine. At one point, I jumped. He asked if I was okay. I admitted that horror wasn’t really my thing. Craig patted the seat beside him. I obediently slid over. Confused, but curious.”

I think we're just hanging out.

The bodybuilder growls, “I like where this is going. Sit up tall. Flex your arms.” I do what Mark asks. He continues to check out my body. He compliments me, “You are so ripped. Keep talking.”

“Right. Craig reached out behind my head. He wrapped his big arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him. It felt so good. My legs came up and I curled up next to him. I put my head on his pec. I rested my hand on his stomach. I could hear his heart. He asked if that was better. I gave a weak ‘yes’ and snuggled in. With any other guy, I’d have been offended to be treated like that, but like I said, he always made me feel safe.”

Mark buries his face in my right armpit and starts licking it.

“Oh. That’s nice.” I fight to focus and continue with my story. “Anyway, I still wasn’t thinking sex. Stupid, right? I figured he’d probably done this with women, so he thought it was the right thing to do. He was a good guy and a natural protector. We just watched. I had to look over his bulge to see the TV. It was big. I ended up focusing on that more than the screen.

“I was getting horny. I mean, fuck, here I was, cuddled up with this hot man’s man and staring at his crotch. My hand involuntarily moved, rubbing his stomach. Craig could tell what was on my mind. He paused the movie. Embarrassed, I tried to sit up. He held me in place. I was nervous, but he said, ‘Are you telling me you wanna fuck? ‘Cause I’d be up for that.’”

Mark laughs, “That’s a good man. Gets right to the point.”

“He did. I fought through the shock and said, ‘Cool.’ Craig put my hand on his bulge. I felt the heat coming off it. The size. The power. I rubbed it. I felt it growing. I pulled up his tank and slid my hand over his furry stomach. My fingertips moved under his waistband. I was shaking a little. He just started up the movie again. I got inside and just rested my hand on his meat.

“I finally got my hand working. I fondled his junk. He idly rubbed the back of my neck. It gave me chills. I moved off the couch, kneeling between his legs. He lifted his hips, still not really paying attention to me. Just letting me work while he watched the movie. I pulled off his shorts. I could see the outline in his jock. My mouth started to water. I pulled off his jock and folded them up neatly on the coffee table with his shorts.

“I just knelt there, staring at his junk. Taking it all in. He had the biggest balls I’d ever seen. And his cock was cut. Soft but still thick. I leaned in and took him into my mouth. He reached down rubbed the back of my head. Still just watching the movie. I got to work. Hand and mouth. I remember the smell as I buried my nose in his trimmed brown pubes, his soft cock filling my mouth.

“That didn’t last long. He got harder. And thicker. He grew bigger than I could deep throat. I got him rock solid, so I was proud of that. My cock was longer but his thickness? Just so solid, exactly like the rest of him. It grew to be a lot to handle, especially since I wasn’t the most experienced at it. I’d mostly received blowjobs. But I did it and he seemed to like it.

“Craig’s hand on the back of my head turned into a tight grip. He held me steady. Then he lifted his hips. I steadied myself with my hands grabbing the sofa for support. He bucked up and down, face fucking me. Not brutally, but it was a lot. No one had ever done that to me before. His thick cock slammed into the back of my throat. I took it, moaning my approval.

“I gagged a few times, and he eased up. But he kept going. I could vaguely hear screams from the TV, but my focus was mainly on the pounding my mouth was taking. I’d never been in that position before. Kneeling. Face fucked. Clearly not the man in charge. My own cock was hard and uncomfortable, but I ignored it. I focused on Craig’s cock as he hammered my mouth.

“When the movie was done, Craig let me off. I fell back on my heels. He stood up. Junk hanging in front of my face. He helped me up then scooped me into his arms, cradling me. He literally carried me to my bedroom. Craig tossed me onto the bed and stripped off his tank top. He stood there, hands on his hips, confidently naked. So gorgeous. I just stared up at him in awe.

“I realized that he was waiting for me. I peeled my shorts and underwear off. He climbed onto the bed. It creaked. We started making out. I grew up in a small town. I fucked my first guy when I was 14. I’d been on top ever since. But with Craig’s big body pressing down on me, it never even occurred to me I’d be fucking him. Like there was no chance I wouldn’t be bottom. I was surprisingly okay with it. If a guy was going to fuck me, it should be a man like Craig.”

“Nice.” Mark pulls me back against his hairy torso. He holds me tight as he rubs my torso and kisses my neck. I moan. “Go on.”

“Yeah, okay. I was finally going to get fucked. In my bedroom. On my bed. Where I’d fucked every guy who entered. Until Craig. He naturally controlled everything just like always. I could’ve kissed him all night, but we were making out until he was done. He attacked my neck. I was lost in the heat. I rubbed his back and sides. I squirmed under him, but he was immovable. I moaned and whimpered.

“Then I said it. I begged him to fuck me."

Yep, I was ready to give it up.

“Craig pushed up and we locked eyes. He simply said, ‘okay’ then let me roll over on the bed. I grabbed poppers, lube, and condoms from my nightstand, rolled back over and moved to the edge of the bed. I lifted my legs. As I dosed myself, I again literally begged him to fuck me. He grabbed a condom, put it on, then grabbed my right ankle. He pushed my leg towards my head, lifting my ass up.

“I was so hot at that moment. He fingered my hole with lube, and I thought I’d cum. He pushed one of his thick sausage-like fingers inside me. I groaned. He was shockingly gentle. He opened me up carefully. I was loving it. When his second finger went in, it hurt but I powered through. I shoved the bottle of poppers into my nose again. I’d never used them - they were for my bottoms - but I knew I needed them.

“Craig massaged me. He hit my prostate and I cried out and convulsed. He casually noted, ‘so that’s the spot’. He pulled his fingers out then folded my leg sideways, turning my hips. I looked at him as he guided his cock to my hole. He pushed inside. I moaned loudly but told him to keep going. I grunted about how thick he was, which he took as encouragement. It hurt but I wanted him inside me so badly. He kept sliding in. I adjusted and kept my focus on him.

“The big man leaned forward, one hand on my shoulder, keeping my shoulders flat on the bed while his other was on my leg, keeping me twisted. Craig plowed my hole. His thick cock immediately split me in two. He pumped his hips and it finally felt good. I’d never done this before, so it was insane. The feelings were all new. I kept looking at him as he fucked me.

“Craig pulled out. I felt empty. But he wasn’t done. He pushed me onto my stomach. The huge hunk climbed on top of me. Knowing I was open, he slammed inside of me. I groaned. He got rougher and faster. When I started to slide from the force, he grabbed under my chin and pulled my head up. I groaned as I was bent back. He held me in place to take every punishing thrust.

“I was begging him for more. I said every amazing thing every bottom said to me. He was owning my ass and I loved it. And in this position, I could play, too. I lifted my ass up as best I could with his weight holding me down. I pushed back against his pumping. He loved that. He ordered, ‘yeah, keep doing that.’ It was the most dominant thing he said, so I obeyed.

“My cock was leaking under me. The rubbing was getting me so close. It was all I could do not to shoot. When he pulled out, I groaned. But again, he wasn’t done with me. Craig flipped me onto my back. I flew over, my muscles weighing nothing to him. He got off the bed. I looked up as he grabbed my ankles. One pull and my hips were at his quads. I was being manhandled and loving it.

“My ass hung off the bed as he held my legs up. He pushed them forward, folding me up. Shoulders pinned to the bed, ass up and knees by my ears. He climbed on top of me and drove deep inside me again. We locked eyes while he rained sweat down on top of me. Our third position and he was still as thick as ever. My cock reached up my body, leaking pre-cum.

“Craig leaned back, putting his hands on my hamstrings. He gave my ass the hardest pounding yet. He was like a machine. And I could watch. I loved seeing this man at work, owning my ass and me. All my alpha went beta for him, and it had my cock ready to explode. I realized, it was really ready to explode. I warned him and he said, ‘go ahead.’

“My cock erupted, covering my face and chest. It was a huge load. Even empty, my dick kept squeezing with every deep thrust. He didn’t stop. He kept plowing me. I never even went soft. He finally started gasping. I begged him to breed me. To shoot inside me. It only seemed right. Craig grunted and I felt the warmth. He slowed and worked. I could feel the convulsions.

“When he was done, he slipped out. He took off the condom and tossed it into the garbage can. I felt my balls contract. I reached down and jerked out a second big load in minutes. I was a mess. Sweaty. Breathing hard. I’d shot twice all over myself. He’d shot once inside me. The big man asked how that was. I laughed at the question. I said, ‘amazing’. He nodded.

“Craig helped me up and we went to the shower. It was a tight fit, but I didn’t care. I thanked him, telling him I was glad he was my first. He froze. For the first time ever, he seemed unsure. He explained that he didn’t know. Jamie told him I was a slut. I could tell he was freaked out. When I asked what he was feeling, he actually apologized that my first time wasn’t more special.

"I laughed and explained that I meant first time bottoming. Yes, I’d had a lot of sex, but I’d only ever fucked guys and never been fucked. I explained how I was an alpha top and usually guys spread their legs for me. All that stuff. Until that night. How he was the first man I let fuck me and that I was glad I did, because he was awesome.”

Mark asks, “How’d he react?”

“He relaxed but he got a confused look on his face and tilted his head. He looked me up, down, and around. Still totally confused, like he couldn’t believe that I was an alpha or a top. It was humiliating, to be honest. Unintentional on his part, but I could tell that he just couldn’t process what I was saying. Craig finally shrugged and went back to rinsing off.”

Mark smiles, “That’s actually kind of funny.”

“It might be now. It wasn’t then. When we were cleaned up, he got dressed and left.”

“So, a one-time thing?”

“No, it became a weekly thing until we graduated.” Mark laughs out loud. “Then he went out west to work, doing something in oil. I don’t really know. I went back to Toronto. He’s not a social media guy, but we manage to stay in touch every few months. Mostly just texts like ‘Alive? Yeah.’ But it’s enough. We never had a date or anything. And I kept fucking other guys, topping every single one of them.”

“But never got fucked by anyone else.”

“Nope. Not interested.”

The bodybuilder sits back on his stool and digs back into his lunch. “What if Craig showed up again?”

I laugh and admit, “Look at my cock. Just talking about him has me hard. So, yeah, I’d give my ass to him again. But he’s not showing up.” I ask, “So, what about you? I had a theory that you were a top that Scott flipped.”

Mark laughs, “That’s funny. Not true, but it makes sense based on what you’ve seen and the stories you’ve heard from him. I am versatile, though. I mainly bottom for the fan’s page because I like being a hero and guys like seeing Scott dominate me. In real-life, I enjoy going both ways. Like you, it really depends on the guy.”

“Like me?”

“I just meant because of Craig. I might be more open to it than you, but I still have the same approach. Which way I go all depends on the guy.”

I hesitate then shrug, “I’ve never thought of it that way, but I can see how you would. I guess it’s sort of true. Odds of me meeting another Craig are pretty slim, though.”

Mark makes Scott a plate and we find him sitting in a chair, thinking things through. The hairy hunk smiles when he sees us. “I got the mats ready for wrestling.” He asks me, “How are you feeling about everything?” I tell him I’m feeling great. I love the suits. The possible scenarios. Scott notices my dick is hard, “Are you hard again? Did Mark feed you something good? I want some.”

The smooth bodybuilder hands his man some food. He explains, “Don't get too excited. We were just sharing stories and stories get him hard.”

The ripped hairy hunk nods, knowing that firsthand. “Stories are powerful shit, aren’t they?” Scott tears into the roasted chicken leg. I love seeing it. I could watch him eat caveman-style all day. Woof. When his mouth is clear, he says, “Let’s make our weekend goal to make new stories that we’ll want to talk about years from now.”

We all agree to that.

TO BE CONTINUED.

JULY 15, 2023. CHAPTERS 4-6. CARTER WRESTLES SCOTT! SPARROW VS POISON IVAN! GREEN LIGHTBOY VS. STUD SAPPHIRE!