This is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18 years old.
CHAPTER 1: ARROGANT JOCK
I'm not a good-looking guy. You know those perfectly smooth, toned guys with flashy smiles and cute hair? The ones that pose shirtless in front of the gym mirror, flexing their biceps and showing off their ripped six pack? The ones that have thousands of followers on Instagram to drool over their pictures, zoom in on their crotches, beg for their attention? No, I'm not one of them. Don't get me wrong, guys stare at me all the time, when I'm walking down the street, when I'm working out in the gym. But it's not to admire my cute smile and freshly cut hair. It's because to them I look like a monster: 6'6 tall, 260 pounds, muscled, tree trunk arms, short balding hair, ugly ass jaw, I could go on, but you get the picture. Most guys are either terrified of me or look up at me like I'm some kind of wolf pack leader. I don't care either way- I keep to myself most of the time. If one of the smaller guys asks for fitness tips, I'll help out. It's no big deal. But every now and then a cocky little asshole shows up. Usually hot and arrogant as fuck, with a perky bubblebutt and a fucked-up attitude, I know them when I see them. They're the kind of guys who look down on everyone else, acting all tough and macho like they're the alphas of this world. Well, I teach guys like that a lesson.
Bryce was exactly like that. I was in the gym locker rooms when I first saw him. He walked out of the showers with a towel around his waist, perfectly chiselled abs and big pecs, wet brown hair, pretty blue eyes. Half the guys in the room turned around -- yeah the gym I go to is in Hell's Kitchen -- and ogled him. He was hot and he obviously knew it, sporting a permanent arrogant grin, marching through the locker room like he owned the place. When he dropped his towel, they all stared at his dick. Yeah, he was hung- probably eight inches when hard- but dicks are not my thing. It was only when he turned around that I felt my dick throb. Round and muscular, perfectly smooth, it was one of the hottest asses I had ever seen. I couldn't help but picture him on all fours, moaning like a bitch as I stretched his hairless hole wide open. My dick got rock hard in seconds. Yeah, I have a thing for smooth round ass. Bryce pulled up his Calvin Kleins, adjusted his junk, and got fully dressed. It was as he was getting ready to leave that I heard him speak for the first time in a loud, baritone voice: "This place fucking stinks. A shower wouldn't kill ya." He kicked the swing door open and walked out. Some guys looked up confused. I laughed. The guy was a fucking asshole.
I got used to seeing him in the gym. He was always in tight tank tops, gym shorts and long white socks- everything he wore had been selected with the sole purpose of showcasing his muscular arms and legs. I'd seen him on the bench press, groaning loudly after each rep, his chest completely pumped. In between sets he often stood in front of the mirror, one hand holding up his top to show off his sweaty six pack and chest and the other snapping photos. One thirst trap after another. He posted most of them on Instagram- I looked him up as soon as he walked out of the locker room that day- and they all got hundreds of likes in seconds. Photo of Bryce shirtless on the beach: 1,000 likes. Photo of him in tight shorts, his thick dick bulging: 8,000 likes. I wasn't surprised to see that the comment section was full of thirsty creeps and desperate anon profiles showering him with compliments. "Hot, daddy!" read one. "Omg he's packing!" read another and so on. I also spotted him on Grindr one day. His profile was completely anonymous, no username, no face picture but I recognised him from the shredded abs and the cocky pose. The profile description was exactly what I expected: "XXL dom top for sub bottom. Clean and in shape only. No old creeps or fat." I looked up and spotted him across the gym. He was wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. His big round ass was tightly wrapped in a pair of blue shorts that made it look juicier than ever. My dick was getting hard again. Yeah, I have a thing for cocky dom tops as well.
For a while I hadn't really made up my mind what I wanted to do with the little asshole, but then he left me no choice. I was in the locker rooms, just about to head home, when I noticed Bryce coming in. Not a word to anyone as always. Cool and arrogant as fuck, he just marched to a locker and started changing into his gym clothes.
At that point, I noticed one of the younger guys standing next to Bryce, lingering awkwardly in the space. It was Andy, a twenty-something nerdy guy with glasses and pimply skin. He was small, maybe 5'7, and one of the skinniest guys in there. Pale white arms and legs and skinny like sticks. I only knew him as a shy kid who looked at the bigger guys from afar and generally kept to himself. In fact, I hadn't heard him speak until that very moment. He turned to Bryce with an apologetic look on his face, then cleared his throat. Bryce shot him a hostile look.
"What?"
"Hey, man," Andy's voice was squeaky and faint.
"Yeah, what?"
"Could you please make some space? I need to change," Andy said shyly and pointed a finger at the bench, every inch of which was occupied by Bryce's gym bag, shorts, water bottle, and so on.
"Find another bench," Bryce said.
Andy stammered. "They're all full..."
"Not my problem," Bryce said, and he didn't even bother to look up from his gym bag.
"If you could just move some of your stuff..."
"Are you dumb or something? I said no. Get lost."
Andy went completely red and took a step back. It looked he had been knocked off balance. As if that wasn't enough, Bryce continued: "And do yourself a favour and buy some deodorant. You fucking stink, man."
I didn't see Andy's reaction because he had already turned around and was making his way out of the locker rooms, but I could tell the back of his neck and ears had turned crimson.
"Some fucking freaks in here..." Bryce said under his breath, but we all heard.
And that was the moment that Bryce ran out of chances.
A few days later, I made my move. I was sitting around in the locker rooms waiting for him to finish his workout when I noticed that he'd changed his Grindr profile description to "XXL dom top. Horny. Looking for now." It was a good sign. I waited for a little while longer, then kicked off my shorts and hit the showers.
Now there's something you should know about me. I have a big dick. Now I know it makes sense- I'm a big guy so it's hardly a surprise- but it's actually not just big. It's a huge one. It's an ugly, thick bastard with a veiny shaft and a thick cockhead. Most guys struggle to take it in their mouths let alone up the ass. But funnily enough, I have decades of experience that prove that they can't really resist it either. It drives them crazy.
So, I couldn't help but smile when Bryce walked into the showers -- you could hear his arrogance in the way his flip flops hit the wet floor -- and stared directly at my rock-hard dick. A stunned expression on his face, blue eyes wide open, lips slightly parted. He stood there and watched as I ran my hand up and down my veiny monster. The shocked look on his face was enough to make my dick throb.
