by Gavin Atlas
Naturally, I figured I could do more than what I was told I could, and after riding waves on my stomach about ten times, I decided to stand up. I heard Adriano shout “Whoa! Whoa!” when I made it to my knees, but then the front of the board tilted sharply up, and I fell over backwards, crashing into the water. Adriano reached me before I’d recovered, and he helped me retrieve my board.
“That was brave, dude, but put your left foot in front—hey, you really banged up your arm.”
“It’s all right. Lemme try again.”
He grabbed my hand under the water. “It’s getting a little rough out here for a newbie. You want to stay over and do a dawn patrol tomorrow?”
Of course, I did.
He drove me to my car, and then I took him to a cheap restaurant for dinner. He ate enough spaghetti for three people. I wondered how often he got a decent meal.
“Your uncle won’t mind if I’m there tonight?”
“He’s on an oil rig. He won’t be back for another week.”
I licked my lips. “Perfect.”
That night I was getting his ass, and we both knew it. He took a shower to wash off the salt and didn’t even bother to dress again. He just tumbled face down onto his mattress nude and looked up at me expectantly.
I grabbed some lube and a condom from my jeans’ pocket. I warmed up a dollop of lubricant in my hand so it wouldn’t be too cold when I rubbed it on his hole.
“Just a sec.” Adriano reached over and turned off the weather report. Then he switched on a CD player. Out came Joan Jett singing “Crimson and Clover.” My eyes widened in surprise.
“Hey, this is my favorite song,” I said.
“Seriously? Mine, too,” he said, arching his back for me. “I like having sex to it.”
I know most guys like foreplay and sucking before moving on to anal intercourse. That’s okay once in a while, but I preferred getting into an ass as soon as possible. I slid two fingers inside Adriano, trying to slowly stretch him for my large prick, then I couldn’t wait any more.
“Unnh!” he barked as my dick drove into him, his head snapping back in effort. He felt incredible. So tight, so intensely soft, and so warm. He wriggled underneath me, making me need to chase his ass a bit, so I could stay buried as deep as possible. He had me so turned on it felt like my erection was bigger than ever.
I’m large enough that a lot of bottoms have to just stay still and take deep, relaxing breaths to manage me. After a minute, Adriano pushed back on my dick, meeting every thrust like no one had done before. His skin was so soft I needed to touch him everywhere. I pushed him flat on his stomach, so I could have as much body contact as possible. I know that position is too tight and painful for a lot of bottoms, but Adriano’s fevered grinding made sure I stayed in as deep as I could. With every stroke, it felt like he gave me not just his ass, but his entire being. Before I knew what I was doing, I kissed his neck and back, biting him lightly, which made him gasp with pleasure. I almost never kissed anyone, but this time I couldn’t resist.
Adriano was so good at taking my dick I wanted to try something that had never worked for me before. I remembered there had been a counter out in the kitchen. Being buried inside Adriano felt so good it pained me to pull out, but I stood up and lifted him in my arms.
He looked confused. “What are you doing? Did you come?”
“Ohhhh, no. You’ll definitely know it when that happens.” I carried him out to the kitchen, flipped him over and set him down on the countertop. He obediently lay back, gripped the edges of the counter with his hands, and lifted his legs for me.
“In this position, I don’t have to support my weight on my knees, so I can fuck as hard as possible. You think you can take it?”
Adriano looked up and smiled. “I don’t know. You’re goddamn huge, but I’d love to try for you.”
The counter was nearly the perfect height. I only needed to bend my knees a tiny bit. My dick was so hard I found I could push inside Adriano’s hole with no help from my hands. Then I gripped his legs to roll him back farther and began hammering in and out. With each wicked flick of my hips, Adriano writhed and moaned.
After only a minute of being ravaged, his groans became shouts, and he shot come as far as his shoulders and the floor behind him. His orgasm made his insides tighten around my cock, and I could hold out no longer. I gritted my teeth and let out a huge growl as I thrust in one final time and lost my load deep inside him.
“Please tell me you’re going to want to do this again in an hour,” Adriano said, sweat dripping from his brow.
“I’m not sure I can wait that long,” I said, kissing and stroking his leg.
Before sunrise I fucked him twice more. Adriano again proved himself the most willing and talented bottom I’d ever enjoyed. Instead of checking him off my mental “to do” list, I thought about filling him up again and again, but I also fantasized about kissing him and keeping him safe. He dozed in my arms just long enough for me to learn he spoke Spanish in his sleep. It was adorable. I wondered if there was a way I could keep him in my life longer. I’d had unbelievable sex before, but until now, I’d never felt smitten, and that’s the only way to describe the sensation.
Instead of lounging around and cuddling, Adriano was true to his word and made us head for the water to catch the “morning glass.” When I asked what that meant, he said the water was smoothest early before the wind kicked up.
There were several other surfers there when we arrived. Adriano knew a couple of girls, and he borrowed an ankle leash for me and temporarily traded one of his boards for one with foam cushioning.
“Last time you almost hit your head,” he said. “This way you’ll be safer, and you won’t get separated from the board.”
“I knew you’d take care of me,” I said, stroking his cheek before I could stop myself. No one noticed, and he smiled and blushed.
It was lucky Adriano got me the safer board, because I must have wiped out a million times before eight A.M. He never laughed and told me I did tons better than he first did.
“Tell me if your arms are sore from paddling and we’ll stop.”
“Nah, I want to keep going,” I said. “Except for the damn seaweed that keeps getting in my face, this is hella fun.”
Finally I slid down a wave on my feet for a full two seconds before I got excited and tumbled over. Under the water I had a sudden thought.
My grad school is in California.
Adriano rode his board over to me and dropped into the water to make sure I was all right.
“That was excellent! You would have held on longer, but that wave totally fell apart on you.”
“Hey, do they have surfing in Santa Cruz?”
“Santa Cruz, California? Major surfing,” he said. “Ten times better than this. Heck, twenty times. Why?”
I looked around for a second to be sure no one was close to where we were treading water. Then I kissed him.
“Let’s talk,” I said.
We went to a pancake house, and once again, Adriano ate like he’d never seen food.
“How do you feel about monogamy?” I said, realizing that came out of the blue.
His face fell. “What? I mean, it sounds nice, but I’m pretty sure I’d suck at it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. That was a trick question. I’d never want monogamy either.”
He laughed. “Okay then. It’s nice to meet someone who isn’t possessive,” he said, looking away shyly.
I explained my idea, and his eyes lit up.
“Really? You want me to come out there? I bet I could even make money teaching surfing!” He frowned. “But come on, we hardly know each other.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. “But if it doesn’t work or you don’t like it out there or whatever, I’ll make sure you can get back here safe and sound.” He considered this and gave me an uncertain nod.
“You know, I planned on touring around for another month, but what if I just stayed at my hotel in Corpus Christi or s
omeplace closer, so I can spend some time getting to know you?”
He looked at me with surprise and gave me an excited smile. “I’d like that a lot. Then maybe I’ll be up for going out to Santa Cruz.” He took a bite of his pancakes. “You know. Of all the guys who have found me on that damn website, you are the first one whose lines I actually believe.”
“Oh, yeah? Why is that?”
“You’re the only one who made the effort to surf.”
“And now you have all summer to teach me,” I said, grabbing his hand under the table. “I’m yours for as long as you want, my Blue Star Boy.”
Simple and Easy
I figured I’d left users like Manuel behind when I moved from New York City. I’d had enough of guys who called themselves my boyfriend, but treated me like I was just a piece of ass to fuck. Yeah, maybe that kind of treatment turned me on, but I didn’t want it in the long haul. I thought a smaller town might be the answer—a place where people were human to each other.
I ended up taking a job in Richmond, Virginia, a city of about two-hundred thousand. I thought I’d find a man who would treat me well in a place known for southern hospitality. Perhaps, I’d even find the love of my life. I’d told Manuel I needed someone who liked me for my mind as well as my body. Manuel cracked up and told me no one would want me for my mind. I’d show him.
I may be young and fairly good-looking, and I’m told I have a very hot, fuckable rump, but a bottom like me is completely commonplace in New York. In Richmond, I hoped I would be special. Within a week of getting online in the local chat rooms, I’d met quite a few interested guys. There must have been a shortage of bottoms in town because I couldn’t believe how many men were trying to get in my pants just from seeing my nude picture.
When I met up with Mike, I thought I’d taken my first step towards finding a partner. Mike said hi to me in the Richmond chat room and told me he loved my photo. He was forty-three, which was twenty-one years older than me. I figured it was time to try older men since young guys like Manuel seemed to be only after one thing. Mike didn’t have a photo, but he told me he was tall and had red hair. I’d never dated a redheaded guy before, but I’d always wanted to.
He was excited that he’d be my first date in Richmond and hoped I was a typical “big city boy.” I didn’t know what Mike meant by that. He explained that a big city boy always had sex the first night because if he didn’t make an impression right away, he might never see his date again. I didn’t think that would be true in my case, but when he got to my apartment, the first thing he did was unbutton my jeans.
“Whoa,” I said. “What about the movie?”
“Nah,” he said, intently staring at my crotch. “This will be more fun.” He massaged my back with one hand and pressed me backwards with the other, pushing me toward my bedroom. By the time we’d gone the twenty feet to my bed, he had me naked. I really liked the way he was kissing me. His hands firmly gripped my arms. Then he suddenly stopped, and I saw him pull out a condom and a bottle of lube from his pocket.
“Hey! Whoa! I’m not ready for this,” I said, though I laughed. I felt silly protesting when I was so into being stripped.
“Aw, c’mon, Derek,” Mike said, positioning me on the edge of the bed. “You say you’re a bottom in your internet profile, so you must want to be topped.” He was right, of course, and his aggressive manner made me hard. I tried kissing him again, but he pushed my back down onto the mattress and lifted my legs.
“Oh, man, you’re completely shaved,” he said, happily lubing my hole. “I can’t wait to get in you.”
I wanted to tell him to stop, or at least slow down, but I was turned on by how quick he was getting me to do exactly what he wanted. Before I knew it, he had the condom on and was trying to stuff his dick in me.
“I didn’t expect a city boy like you to be so tight,” he said. “This is getting better and better.”
“Hey, slow this date down,” I said, laughing nervously again and pushing against his chest to keep him at bay, but Mike got his dick in me on the fourth try. He was huge! I gasped at his girth and struggled to get him to stop, but he started pounding away.
“Damn, I haven’t even known you five minutes, and I’m gettin’ your ass. You’re the easiest bottom in town,” he said, sounding pleased with himself. The way he called me easy felt like an insult. I tried to jerk away from him, but he held my legs tight and continued to fuck me without missing a beat.
“I’m not that easy,” I protested.
“Oh, really?” he said with a smirk. I didn’t like his smugness, and I wanted to make him stop, but now that my hole had gotten used to the initial assault, I enjoyed his dick so much I bit my lip. Each thrust made me grunt involuntarily. He was too big for me, and I didn’t think I’d be able to take it for long. If he started fucking me much harder, it would hurt like hell. I was nervous because he had such a death grip on my calves I didn’t think I could get away from him if I had to. Even as muscular as I was, he was far stronger.
“Let’s see how flexible these young legs are,” he growled. Without stopping his pumping, he rolled my legs farther back until my ankles were in my face. In this position, my ass was vulnerable to the deepest penetration. I looked at him in fear.
He smirked again. “What’s the matter? Are you scared of my dick, boy?”
I could feel him get even harder and bigger inside me. He climbed up on the mattress and rolled me back farther than anyone had ever done before. Now my ankles were by my ears. I could actually watch his dick moving in and out of my ass. Oh, God, he was too big.
“Damn, that’s good, boy. You’re not only the easiest bottom in town, you’re the best.” He pummeled me furiously, and it hurt so much my moans became loud enough the neighbors pounded on the wall. Instead of slowing down, he muffled me by sticking my underwear in my mouth and kept going. His dick was stretching my hole too much. I struggled a little against the pain, but with my legs so far back, there was no way I could get away. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he came deep inside me with a guttural roar.
I tried to put my legs down after he pulled out, but he pressed one arm against my calves to prevent me from moving. He fondled my ass with his other hand.
“We’re going to make great boyfriends,” he said with a wide smile. Then he left, telling me he was too wiped out to go to the movie. I spent the next half hour jerking off, fantasizing about him fucking me again and again.
Every day for the next week he ravaged my ass. His dick was too big for me to get used to. Each time he came over, I’d be dressed and ready to go out, but he’d strip me and nail my hole twice in a row. He took me to the local gay bar, Godfrey’s. At my apartment, he was kind of sweet, but at the bar, he ignored me. He said hi to everybody and shared a private chuckle with each person. Then he’d move on without introducing me. Periodically, he would grin at a friend and pat my rump possessively. It was disconcerting since Manuel used to do this to me, too. It felt like he was saying I was just a piece of ass, so I didn’t need to be included in conversations. I was merely something to show off.
After that one time, he never took me out again. He said he was tired after work and wanted to relax. “Relaxing” always exhausted him, since it meant fucking me every night for hours in multiple positions. After two weeks of this, I saw him less, and he started asking me to be nude and lubed up for him by the time he showed up. He would just walk through the door, stick it in me and leave. He didn’t care when I hinted that sometimes I’d prefer his conversation and affection over his dick. I decided I’d give him the benefit of the doubt one last time.
When he came over, I told him I needed to talk to him, but he just said, “Later, Derek. Bend that ass over the bed for me, baby.” I did as I was told. When he entered me and started finding his groove, I realized the only way to get him to listen was if I talked while he was in me.
“You never spend time with me, Mike,” I managed to say between moans. “It’s like
you just want to screw my ass and that’s it.”
“Hell, you’re dumber than I thought. You’re just realizing that now, baby?” He gave me a cruel chuckle and fucked me harder. I was pissed, but said nothing as he continued to pump in and out. He’d tricked me into getting fucked all these times when I thought I had a boyfriend. I should have known better. He was just as bad as Manuel.
“I’m not dumb,” I said angrily. I tried to push him off me, but he kept plowing away.
“Yeah, actually, you are,” he said, grinning as he flipped me over on my back. “You’re just a dumb little bottom.” Calling me that must have turned him on because he started fucking harder and his breathing became heavier. “Just a dumb, easy bottom.” I moaned. At the moment, I really wanted to be a dumb, easy bottom.
“But this is the last time you get to be with me,” I said, trying to save the shreds of my dignity. “I want someone to love me.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I said. He laughed and kept going. He ended up fucking me much longer than any previous time. He periodically paused to keep himself from climaxing while holding me down to make it last as long as he could. I guess it was punishment for telling him we were finished, but I have to admit, I enjoyed the reaming intensely.
I didn’t see or talk to Mike for weeks. Every time I went to Godfrey’s, I was reminded of him. Total strangers came up to me and grabbed my butt. They’d ask “Is Mike still making that ass sore, or is it my turn to get a crack at the best bottom in Richmond?”
I would ignore guys like that, even if they were attractive to me. Giving in wouldn’t find me love. Eventually I met a guy named Lou at the bar, who seemed different.
“Don’t listen to those guys,” he said, rubbing my back. “They’re just jealous.”
Lou was older than Mike. He was also balding and had a paunch, but it didn’t matter. He was the only guy in the bar being nice to me, so he was the one that deserved my time.
“I want to be with you for who you are, Derek,” he said. “I think you need someone to be good to you.” That was what I needed to hear. “If you’re comfortable with me, I would really like to go home with you and just hold you for a while. Would you like that?”