Top Me

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I was out for a drink with my friends, hanging out at our favourite bar. It’s called ‘The Cocky Goblin’, and it’s exactly as gay as it sounds.

There’s nothing deep about the three of us. I’m twenty-three, I work in the marketing department at a bank, and I’m the most basic twink you’ve ever seen. I’m actually kinda proud of that. I was like... totally repressed as a teen. Now I’m all about the tight jeans, pink tees, and bottle blond hair.

Vaughn and Ben – do you really need to read the same description two more times?

“I don’t know,” Ben was saying. “Like, sure, I could do a threesome, but I’d totally be judging myself.”

“Get over it,” Vaughn laughed. “I did a threesome in college once. It was so hot. You should both be jealous.”

“Well, we could always have one,” I joked.

The other two burst out laughing. The three of us are confirmed bottoms.

“Mmm... look at him,” I said, my jaw dropping as a new man entered the bar. “Dibs!”

Ben and Vaughn swivelled so they could see. I heard jealous noises come from both of them. My target was a total jock with a boyish face. He was rocking a t-shirt and jeans that showed off his thick muscle. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a scotch.

“He’s not gonna look at you twice honey,” Ben said smugly.

“Yeah, well...” I said. “I’ll have to prove you wrong.”

I strode over to the bar. This place is so packed with bottoms – if I didn’t grab him right away, he’d for sure go home with some other hole.

“Heeeeeey,” I said, sliding into the seat beside him. “My name’s Justin.”

“Hey Justin,” he said smoothly. His voice made my knees weak. “I’m Patrick. What are you drinking tonight?”

“It’s a vodka cranberry. They’re my favourite.”

“Cool,” Patrick said with a charming grin. His chestnut brown hair fell over his face. He brushed it away casually. Yeah, I wanted him to fuck me.

“You must work out a lot,” I said, reaching to squeeze his bicep. He flexed, letting me get a good feel.

“Not really,” Patrick shrugged.

“Then you’ve got amazing genetics.”

“Uh... well, I’ll admit I had a little help,” Patrick said with the same coy grin.

“Oh, somebody likes his roids,” I joked.

“Not that,” Patrick said. “I’ve got this magic amulet I found at a flea market. I put it on and boom... I can reshape reality. Nuts, right?”

“Mmmm...” I said, moving my hand up to his delt. Crazy, but also crazy hot.

“You know,” Patrick suggested. “I could use the amulet on you too.”

I pulled my hand off him and pouted my lip.

“Hey, I’m already plenty hot, thank you very much!” I said defensively. “Check out my ass – any guy here would be lucky to take me home.”

Patrick grinned.

“You’re totally right,” he said in mock defeat. “Not what I meant. Of course you’re hot, in your own twink way. But look around the bar bro. Be real for a second. There are what? A dozen identical twinks here? You’re hot an all, but you’re hot in exactly the same was as all these fuckers.”

I glanced where he was looking. I had to admit he was right. 90% of this bar was guys who looked and talked exactly like me. Vaughn and Ben waved as my eyes passed over them.

“So?” I said, trying not to sound upset.

“So, every guy in this room stared at my jock ass the second I walked in. They’re still staring, hoping you’ll strike out so the next one can take your place. You want this bro, you wanna be so hot that you just have to show up.”

Hard to admit, but totally true.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “That actually sounds pretty fuckin’ amazing.”

“It’s all yours bro,” Patrick said, giving his pecs a flex. “All you gotta do is let me take you home. You and me, we’re gonna break some furniture. I wanna top you bro. All the way.”

I smiled. So that was his game. Promise me a magic whatever so he can take me home and fuck me? If that’s his way of landing guys, I wanted to be landed anyway. Patrick was going balls deep in my ass, magic amulet or not.

“Okay baby,” I said, running my hand along Patrick’s tight t-shirt. “Let’s go back to your place. I want you to top me.”

“Sweet,” Patrick said, signalling the bartender for the bill. He covered my drinks too, even though I was like three cocktails deep already. This was way too good to be true, but you don’t look a gift cock in the horse or whatever.

While he was buying me things, I hurried over to my friends.

“Okay, so you were totally wrong,” I told Ben. “He wants to fuck me right the fuck now.”

“No way,” Ben gasped.

“He’s even buying my drinks,” I bragged.

“Uh... you should text us after, or whatever?” Vaughn said. “He’s totally a serial killer. If we haven’t heard back in twelve hours, I’m calling the cops.”

“Don’t be a spoilsport,” Ben said, giving Vaughns skinny chest a slap. “But definitely text us after. I want to hear EVERYTHING!”

“Don’t wait up,” I laughed. Time to get me fuuuuuucked.

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We cabbed to a cute little townhouse. I checked the street number and sent a quick text to Ben and Vaughn while Patrick was unlocking the door.

It only took Ben a second to text back: “GO GET IT GIRL!!”

Patrick pulled me inside. It was a nice place, up to date without being too trendy. We made out for a while on the couch, running our hands over each other.

“Wanna move to the bedroom?” I asked playfully.

“Hang on a sec,” he said. He got off the couch and rummaged around in a small wooden box. He turned, now wearing an ancient looking amulet with a red jewel in the middle.

“This is it,” he grinned. “Take off your clothes bro, it’s easier that way. Denim fuckin’ pinches when you get big.”

I rolled my eyes. I was begging for his bedroom, did he need to keep up the game?

Whatever. I pulled off my tee and jeans and socks.

“Everything,” he said, eyeing the pink thong I’d worn.

“Okay,” I sighed dramatically. “Here we go.”

I was ninety-nine percent sure the amulet was fake, but that one percent excited me. Patrick grinned, ogling my shaved cock.

“Here we go,” Patrick said, closing his eyes and concentrating. The ruby glowed like a laser, bathing me in light. Patrick opened his eyes and grinned.

“Justin’s been working out since he was a teenager,” he said. I got the sense he was talking to the amulet, not me. I raised an eyebrow dubiously – I didn’t feel anything. This was some weird kink.

But then I caught my reflection in his living room window. Holy shit – I must have added thirty pounds of muscle. Skinny Justin was gone. I was a toned athlete who obviously knew where to find the bench press.

But I did know where to find the bench press. I could remember the gym – the whole gym. Usually I didn’t leave the cardio area. Weights always intimidated me... now I remembered feeling most at home with a dumbbell.

“Justin is seriously vain and obsessed with the gym,” Patrick added.

I was still watching my reflection. My body didn’t morph or grow or anything. One moment I was your average gymrat, the next my pumped up muscles were begging to be seen.

I’d done the work, and I’d definitely focussed on the show muscles. I had heavy pecs and big capped delts and biceps that would stretch any t-shirt. If I wore t-shirts.

“Don’t forget I want a big juicy ass,” I said excitedly.

“Justin squats heavy every single workout,” Patrick said. In the mirror I could see my ass was a set of pumped up muscle globes. I shook my hips, enjoying the way my cheeks bounced. If anyone was passing by, they were getting a show.

“Now take me to the bedroom,” I said, my voice echoing weirdly in the red beam.

“Justin has always been confident,” he said to the amulet.

No surprise there. I mean, a dozen twinks in the bar and I’m the one that bags the magical hottie.

“C’mon,” I said. “You’re gonna fuck me.”

“Justin is a total sex machine,” Patrick said, giving me a grin. “He’s got a big dick and giant balls, and he has to cum at least three times a day.”

Damn right I do. I looked down at my monster cock. It was thick and veiny and hard as a rock. It’s a total waste on a bottom like me.

“You’re gonna fuck me right now,” I repeated.

“Justin fucked his first guy on orientation day in college,” Patrick said, his grin turning to a smirk. “He was supposed to be getting a tour of the library, instead he impaled an upperclassman on his juicy cock.”

“No way dude,” I protested. “I don’t fuck guys, I’m a bottom. I’ve never–“

But then I remembered. What was his name? Did it even matter? I’d skipped out on my tour group and ridden some hot college ass for like twenty minutes. It felt so good, letting my cock be in charge.

“I’ve... I mean, it was just once,” I said. “But then I started riding cock. I fuckin’ love being a bottom.”

“Justin has never bottomed, not once,” Patrick said, staring me down. “He’s a top, a total and complete top. He loves the way his cock feels taking a man’s ass.”

“But I...” I said. Wait. In remembered bottoming, but in like... another world. It felt like a dream. The long nights at the Cocky Goblin, fishing for dick with... That didn’t seem right. I was a top, totally and truly.

There’s nothing better than a guy riding my cock. Why did I ever think...

Bottom’s are great. Someone’s gotta ride the J-Train.

That’s what my freshman roommate called my dick. There’s always someone riding the J-Train. He’s ‘straight’, but he tried it a few times.

Choo choo motherfucker.

“So Justin, you want me to fuck you?” Patrick asked coyly.

“Fuck no! Nobody fucks this ass!”

“Okay, well... how about you top me?” Patrick asked.

“That’s right baby, everybody wants this shit,” I laughed, pointing down at my rock hard cock. “Get that ass over here, you’re gonna have the ride of your fuckin’ life.”

“Can’t believe it took you this long to want my ass,” Patrick laughed.

“No way, I always wanted it,” I said honestly. “Just didn’t figure a guy like you for a bottom,” I laughed. I remembered meeting Patrick by the squat racks. His ass caught my eye and now... here we are, adding his hole to my collection.

“Yeah,” Patrick said. “Nobody expects a bottom to look like this.”

“I’m gonna make your hole fuckin’ scream,” I bragged.

“You know, my last fuckbuddy moved away,” Patrick said. “He got some new job, and now he’s off to LA, fucking movie stars and finance bros.”

Why the fuck was he telling me this. I didn’t need the life story.

“So you’re lucky Justin, you get to be my new fuckbuddy. And I want to keep you a while. You’re not gonna move away, are you Justin?”

“Hey,” I said. “We gonna fuck or not?”

“Justin’s only ambition is to be a hot stud,” Patrick said to the amulet. “The way he moves, the way he talks, the way he looks... every thought is focused on it.”

I scratched my chest. I keep just enough so it peeks out of my shirt, but not so much it blocks my abs. I even manscape my cock, nice and hairy so it smells good for my boys.

“Bro, for real, put that shit away,” I ordered, pointing at the amulet.

The red glow faded, and Patrick took it off. I stepped forward and pulled him into me, giving him a forceful kiss and feeling our pecs press against each other.

“Now shut your mouth and get in the bedroom,” I said, slapping a cheek. “Time to ride the J-Train.”

Patrick grinned and followed my directions. We went into his bedroom – good, he had a king sized bed. I like room to work.

I pulled off his t-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans for him. Good – he was wearing a black jockstrap. I love fucking a guy in a strap.

“Leave it on,” I told him, reaching around to massage his package through the fabric. My cock was rubbing up against his eager hole. I could feel it quivering under me.

I lined him up doggy style. My cock’s fuckin’ amazing, so I pushed in slowly. After me, some dudes are totally ruined.

“That’s right bro, nice and slow,” I said, easing it in. “No need to push it bro, you just gotta relax and I’ll do all the work.”

Soon I was inside him, ringing his bell like it was time for school.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunted.

“Take it bitch,” I moaned. “Take my hot cock you slut.”

I was sweating hard. Fuck yeah, I’m such a stud. Patrick was so lucky.

And suddenly he was screaming out. I felt cum soak through the jockstrap. That always sets me off – just knowing they’re my bitch.

I grunted as my cum flooded his hole. My cock pulled out of his spent hole with a satisfying pop.

“That was fuckin’ amazing,” Patrick mumbled, his face mashed on the bed.

Always baby. Always.

It was maybe ten minutes before I moved. I stepped into Patrick’s shower and gave myself a good rinse before I heard him stir.

“Hey bro,” I said, stepping out with a towel wrapped around my tight waist. “Good fuck. I better see you at the gym tomorrow.”

“Mmmm... for sure,” Patrick moaned, still half asleep. “You goin’ already?”

“Yeah bro, there’s still lots of time to pick up tonight,” I said,,giving my half-hard cock a rub through the towel. “Unless you wanna go for another round or two.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Patrick said, turning on his side and staring at me. “I’m all good. You go have fun.”

I grabbed my stuff from the living room floor and slipped it on. A pair of red trunks, some black track pants that clung to my quads and glutes, and a red tank that hung low and shows off my hairy pecs. I ran my hand over my high and tight, then flexed my bicep in the mirror. What a fuckin’ stud.

I felt like bagging some twink ass tonight. What was that club they all hung out at? The Cocky Goblin? I hailed a cab and headed over.

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The cabbie kept the meter running.

Every eye at the Cocky Goblin landed on me. Fuckin’ right.

I smelled like sex and sweat. I hoped everyone could smell it on me. The night was still young, and my balls were ready to burst.

The place seemed almost too familiar. Sometimes I land here looking for twink ass, but I never stay long. I’m surprised I remembered the name.

I glanced around the room, making eye contact and smirking with a couple dozen twinks whose mouths were hanging open. Someone was getting lucky tonight. Everyone hoped it was them.

My eyes landed on a pair of skinny twinks with decent little asses, They seemed almost familiar. Bottle blond, wearing identically cut shirts and jeans. The only difference is that the one with the dumber face wore baby blue, while the other one’s shirt was white.

“Hey,” I said, striding up to their table. “What’s your names?”

“Um, I’m Ben,” the dumb looking one said. “And this is Vaughn.”

“Hi,” Vaughn said, lost in the cleft of my chest.

“I’m Justin,” I said, giving them a cocky grin. “Are you two a couple or what?”

“Hi,” Vaughn said again.

Ben glanced at his buddy. “No, we’re just... we’re friends,” Ben stammered. “We thought about maybe but... I mean, we’re both bottoms, y’know?”

Hmmm... two for the price of one? I couldn’t resist.

“Let’s go back to my place,” I said, putting an arm around Ben’s shoulder. “Both of you,” I said, putting my other arm around Vaughn.

“Oh my god....” Vaughn said, happily under my spell. “I can’t believe... you’re so fucking hot,” he laughed.

“I’m not sure...” Ben said. “I mean, we don’t even know you.”

“Just roll with it bro,” I winced, rolling my eyes. Typical Ben. How’d I know that?

I mean... typical twink. Yeah, that’s it.

“You don’t like it, I’ll pick someone else,” I said, lifting my arms from behind them.

“No!” Vaughn cried. “C’mon Ben, just do it. Don’t blow this.”

I tucked them back under my arms, leading them out of the club and towards my waiting cab. On the way out, every man there was staring at my thick ass, wishing he was half the man I am.

I fucked them both twice.