This story is told through the point of view of four characters: Americans Aaron (23) and Eric (28), Swedish Thomas (38) and Colombian Leo (23). Each section indicates the narrator.
AARON
My name is Aaron. I am a swimmer and I work part-time as the receptionist of a big gym in Dallas where I also train. I am 23 years old, 6 feet tall, dark blonde-haired and nicely built. Swimming almost every day gave me a broad back and large shoulders, which lessens my twinkish aspect. I always liked confident men, who inspire me to achieve better results.
Two years ago, I met Eric, a tall white stud who also lived in Dallas. An ex-college quarterback, Eric was good-looking and self-assured. His six-feet-four-inches body was muscular, much bulkier than I was. What captivated me immediately was his smile. Moreover, since I don't intend to fool anyone, his chest was also an attention grabber. Big, huge, hard pecs. At 28, he was 5 years older than I was, and I looked up to him as the older bro.
Being strong and competitive, during his college years, Eric stopped playing football as he was excelling in wrestling competitions. He even made it to big leagues. Living in Dallas, his former dream was to be trained by the best in the business, Thomas Matiasson, a 38-years-old professional coach from Sweden who owned the gym where I worked.
I had only seen men like Mr. Thomas in the comics I read, like Superman, or in the videogames I played, like Street Fighter. In fact, I thought Thomas looked exactly like a Viking superhero: tall, ridiculously muscular, full-bearded, had a hairy chest and an almost shaved haircut. To complete his ultimate muscle daddy looks, his upper body was heavily tattooed.
But there as a problem: Thomas was the first man I had sex with. And Eric was very jealous of him. Like a brat, Eric treated him like shit, Thomas refused to train him, and they created a rivalry.
I was 20 years old when I met Thomas and, for a while, I became entranced. In my mind, he was the strongest man in the world. Together, we looked like David and Goliath. He only topped me and asked me to call him Daddy. He told me that thanks to his rough appearance and dominant behavior, he had turned many top men into bottoms and even managed to convince three allegedly straight men to suck his cock.
His cock had a decent size. It was the only part of his body that was not massive. Don't get me wrong, it was big, just not massive like the rest of him. I didn't care. He really knew how to fuck and if he had a massive one, it probably would have hurt.
He was a man with a "no strings attached" rule, but even so, when he dumped me, I was heartbroken for a while. I was already working for him, and I thought I was going to be fired, that I would lose everything. Now I know it was an unnecessary drama. Mr. Thomas and I became good friends.
Two weeks after the break-up I met Eric through a website for men who were into sports. Eric was "the promise" of wrestling. He was a power top, so we had an instant match. Sexually, he was very aggressive, playing it rough and being verbal. At the beginning, he was not in a full dominant mode, but as time went by, he incorporated gestures and name-callings that I found exaggerated. Nonetheless, I played along. He was hot and a good fucker.
Alongside it, I discovered Eric had an OnlyFans account named Top Wrestler, where he described himself as an alpha top, a Master, a findom, making easy cash from losers all around the world who paid him for bragging about his big muscles and for his self-compliments. Although he never posted nude videos or photos and always wore a mask, his account became rather successful and lucrative. Extremely cocky, he liked to humiliate his followers, showing off his muscles, selling used underwear and telling stories about how he fucked the best asses available.
However, here is something about Eric only I knew. If you look at his OnlyFans profile, he claims he has a big cock. He boasts on the Internet about being over 8 inches. In person, he says all the time to me he has 7.5 inches x 5.5 inches, bragging he is long and thick, hanging 4.5 with nice balls. He was proud of his bulge, proud he was bigger than his friends. His real size, however, is not that big. He actually is 6.2 x 4.8, which is above average.
The truth is that I always enjoyed hunks and I never cared about size. But Eric was obsessed with it. In fact, he always liked men who were willing to worship him. He always looked for men who were younger and smaller than he was, to feel himself like a Master figure. I hated this about him. Our cocks had similar length and he insisted he was much bigger. He was not.
I found out he even had managed to have regular fuck buddies, cheating on me. When I confronted him about it, he just replied saying it was his alpha nature. "I was born to seed", he said.
Of course I was upset about this. At the time, I simply did not know what to do. The last straw was when I noticed he had uploaded two pics of my ass, exposing me in his porn accounts, while claiming he had destroyed me with his "immense dick". At first, I had thought about just leaving him, find someone else etc. However, he was so obsessed with being this Alpha persona, that I decided he needed a reality check.
I called Mr. Thomas and told him I needed his help. Thomas was very competitive, and he had created a rivalry with Eric on almost every aspect of their lives. I discovered they sometimes competed for the same bottoms in Dallas. And Dallas is full of bottoms.
The Swedish Daddy became worried and invited me to have a talk with him in his house. We both left work earlier than we used to. In the way to his home, I thought my plan was going to be successful. Thomas was bigger than Eric everywhere. He surely looked intimidating. I wanted Eric to see he was not this alpha apex he thought he was, that my ex was bigger than him. But my plan was about to become much better than I could have imagined.
This is because on that same night, in Thomas' house, I met his nephew Leo, a man my age who was living with him just for the last five days. Probably thinking that his step-uncle would only arrive at night, as always, 23-years-old Leonardo, completely naked, started to prepare a snack in the kitchen. He didn't hear the front door opening. The three of us were taken by surprise. And that was when my big cock addiction began.
Never in my life I could have imagined a cock could be that big, especially if soft. Pretty impressive long, uncut, thick as fuck, heavily veined, with big loose low hanging egg-sized balls. Staring at it with amazement, I didn't understand what exactly had happened, or even if that thing was real... But Mr. Thomas... he became frozen. He was truly stunned, silent and motionless as if in a catatonic state.
With his cheekbones blushing, Leonardo tried to justify himself to his uncle: "I took two women to your room, because it's a suite bedroom. I thought you wouldn't come back until 10 PM, so I figured it wouldn't be a problem. I apologize."
Thomas must had been still very impressed by the size of that rod in front of him. He couldn't find words and babbled unintelligible things. Leonardo seemed to be in a monologue: "I can go to my room, just give me time to talk to the girls."
"It... It is not necessary... I will sleep in your room," the Muscle Daddy finally said.
Leo felt thankful: "Thanks, Thomas, you are the best. And sorry once more."
The Swedish Viking probably had forgotten about me. I was the one who introduced myself. "I am Aaron, by the way. Thomas' friend."
He came walking towards me, a third leg dangling. He was olive-skinned, smooth and had a bodybuilder frame, almost as muscular as his step-uncle. In truth, I could only stare at that huge soft cock, but I noticed he reached out to shake my hand.
