Once again, this story is entirely fictional. Names are changed.
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It had been over a decade since I last saw Fred because of a falling out due to a miscommunication.
Not long after our intimate experience together, he had tried to contact me to hang out casually but I was indisposed and couldn't meet up. He took this as a slight, like I was blowing him off or something, and he never called me again...
...Until recently. Over a decade later, I'd been in some decent relationships with women, but then that need came creeping back to the forefront from deep within my subconscious; the need to bottom with a man who was superior to me in some way.
As I stated before, I had been dating women and having heterosexual sex, even anal sex with some of them and thus fulfilling that aspect of my anal fetish; the absolute joy in seeing and feeling my cock buried up a woman's ass. Knowing that she was willing to surrender that most intimate of places in herself to me, her submission of mind and body, and the simple visual beauty of her asshole wrapped around my shaft was absolutely heavenly. I attempted anal sex with all of them, and some of them relented. Of those that did, some liked it, some loved it, and some LEARNED to like it, but none of them hated it.
I could never tell them though, that I knew exactly how they were feeling at that moment when they had my cock buried in their rectums.
See, whenever I notice a big juicy ass on a woman, I immediately imagine what anal sex with her would be like. I'm ATTRACTED to women and especially their beautiful posteriors. It is a triumph of nature which consumes me in my desire for the opposite sex.
That being said, every so often...I need to bottom to a man. I have no attraction to men whatsoever, the male form doesn't arouse me, in fact, the very idea of sensual activity (kissing, oral pleasure) with another man repulses me,
FUCK, it just felt SO GOOD when Fred topped me though! Having that warm cock up my asshole and knowing that he was better than I was, mentally and physically, fulfilled this deep dark need in the very core of my being that I barely knew existed.
Such sweet SURRENDER! Such exquisite SUBMISSION...
So recently I noticed that my sexual needs kept going back to the last time Fred and I had sex and how attentive he was to prepping my mind and my asshole before penetrating it, so I decided to try my luck with reestablishing communication with him.
I was newly single due to my recent breakup with my last girlfriend, so I was free to visit the hospital during a week that I had taken off and I ran into him in the hallway.
It took him a second to recognize me, then he stood with his arms crossed and asked me what brought me back to Lewis Memorial. We were alone in the hallway so I just looked at him and told him that I had "pleasant memories" of my time spent there, and gave him a sideways glance.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked me what I was hinting at, so I just shrugged and asked him if he wanted to catch up after he got out of work. He looked around to make sure nobody was around before quietly asking me if I remember where he lived. I nodded and then he just said "7 o'clock" and walked away.
I then went home and showered, then ate a quick dinner before heading across town to his apartment. I buzzed his door at exactly 7 because I knew how important punctuality and promptness were to him, but it took a minute before the door buzzed me in.
I was having flashbacks from the first time I visited him In addition to some nervous anticipation because I had no idea what he had in store for me. Then I got to his door and rang the bell and again I found myself waiting for a minute before the locks turned and he opened the door to his dark apartment. To my surprise, he pulled me in by my arm and closed the door behind me.
He pulled me into his livingroom and made me sit on his couch, and he asked me why he should even consider talking to me again after I blew him off all those years ago. I told him to sit down and relax, and then I calmly explained why I couldn't hang out with him that day and that I really was preoccupied and that he took it the wrong way. I said that I was sorry that I made him feel that way because the memories of our time spent together, both socially and intimately, were fond ones and I just wanted to clear the air with him and start over.
He sat there silently for a minute before nodding and saying "ok...ok" and then I stick out my hand which he shook and we both got up. Then he smiled and asked me with a sideways glance if I wanted to stay and hang out for a bit, to which I nodded and asked him if he had anything to drink. He then strode into the kitchen swaying his hips happily as he did, and returned with a couple of glasses and a bottle of scotch.
We toasted , sipped our drinks, and talked about old times at Lewis Memorial for a little while until he decided to get up and put some soft opera music on. Then he sat down right next to me, put his hand on my thigh, and asked me if I remembered anything else about him fondly.
I put my hand on his and told him that our little tryst had opened my mind to the fact that bottoming was extremely pleasurable, but only if the man was physically or intellectually superior to me. I went on to say that although I loved bottoming, I still didn't like kissing or oral sex because I just wasn't attracted to men.
Then I playfully wagged my finger at him and told him that it was all because of what he did to me that day over a decade ago. He smirked and rolled his eyes with embarrassment, but then stood up and held out his hand for me to stand up also.
He called me a flatterer while holding my hand and then I saw the bulge in his shorts. He caught me looking, then asked me if I was interested in getting reacquainted with what I was staring at, and that he was interested in seeing if we could recapture the magic of that first time together.
I smiled coyly and said "I thought you'd never ask..but I'm still not kissing you or sucking your dick!!" He just shrugged and nodded impatiently, then pulled me by my hand into his bedroom.
He closed the door and we were alone in that familiar room which was dimly lit and warm and smelled like clean laundry. My stomach was fluttering from that old familiar nervous anticipation and when he started pulling down his shorts, he revealed his wobbling erection, and I saw that he still had that nest of black pubic hair.
Then he stood nude and flexed his muscles in front of me and chuckled and asked me "is this what you mean by physically superior?" I told him he did look great for his age and then I began to take my clothes off.
